A Malevolent Proclamation! ( Promo )

[Monsy]

Two of LAW's most terror-driven competitors have made their incursion onto the show! Heed their words! Feed them your fright! Because they've got a surprise in-line of continuing their international fear crusade.

[Monsy]

A black Helicopter rumbles over the Colosseum in a wide circle. Its shadow marked on the Arena floor. A moving phantom with the roar of angry wind. Speakers blasting her entrance theme:

. On its sides was the Chrome Skull. The purple colours on the trim and accents gave it a cyberpunk pattern. In large font on the tail, a quote read “THE SHOW IS NOW OURS”. The aircraft made a second rotating loop around the centre, then descended below the velarium. Spectre, with two layers of noise cancellation under the comms headset, opened the sliding door and leaned forward like she was about to dive. She grabbed the side bar, held herself, smiled ecstatically as another thing was just scrubbed from her bucket-list.

“There is no pay-per-view without me. But you already knew that, so let’s just get the line out of the way.”

The chants of boos fed-back. Spectre was warmed by it, admittedly. Such vitriol was the lifeblood of success. Just little tingles of reward for a good day’s work. Fills her up right in the chest. So she took her time, let it marinate, then picked her moment on the downturn. “The SHOW is now mine!”

And the way she said it was loud, proud, carrying a pride in ruining everyone’s day and instilling all the little jitters in their knees and throats to dry from all their unheard shouting, fuck. Italy was to be her finest day so far. Her first time back in Europe. Not as runners, but conquerors. PILLAGERS!

She lowered the megaphone. “Podium.” She said, “Emperor’s box.”

And the pilot did, rotating the Helicopter until she had a clear shot with a swivelling grapple hook on the undercarriage. “Got the shot? Take it.”

The Co-Pilot, also the Operator for the Grappling Hook, looked at their screen and determined the best thing to hold onto. It FIRED and struck the base wall around the estimated height of the podium floor, piercing rock and marble. The operator gave the thumbs up, then Spectre gave her neck a couple cracks. “Steady.”

Then she RACED out the door and jumped. Her hand caught it like a winch line, then she swung over in a big loop, coming up on the other side, letting go—soaring for half a blink, then landing on her feet before sliding ahead. She was a feline in movement, light, fast, untouchable, now sprinting with gravity defiance. The reel mechanism pulled back the cord. At the exact right moment, about six feet from the podium, Spectre jumped and front-flipped, curling into a ball and landing in the box on her heels, sliding, leaning back and ending up leaning a shoulder against the far wall, arms crossed and smiling to the LAW ambassador present before her.

The Helicopter flew away meanwhile. “Yo.” And before they could announce even a syllable of WHATEVER nonsense they had to say, Spectre kicked them in the groin with her toes smashing testicles like a hammer on eggs. They dropped to the floor a squealing mess, holding themselves, making such a stuuuupidly silly faces. Spectre stepped on the microphone they had with them, kicking it up and tossing between her hands. “I’ll take that.”

Too slow, loser.

Then she went to the podium, her waist pressed against the edge of the box. “By order of the Spectral Imperium, this is now my Colosseum and I shall be henceforth named Empress Spectre the Malevolent. And as my first decree: you’re all my prisoners..” The crowd stirred, looked to their seat partner, then back to the podium. “Don’t believe me? Course you don’t — you’re all FREE THINKERS. Except you bought the ticket. After being sold, re-sold and scalped five-six-seven times over. Now who’s willing to give up a once in a lifetime experience to see a real life terrorist in the flesh? To you: it’s like seeing Saint Faustina, ain’t it??” And the crowd’s grumbling made her feel a tinge of vindication. One person, particularly a grey-shirt fellow in the upper rungs, shouted, grew red and she could see the glisten of his iris spill down his cheek. Whether they acknowledged their trappings, stunlocked in their dilemma, morbidly curious, waiting for their favourites later, the temperature was clear. By the gestured thumbs across their throats, she knew they just wanted to see who’d be first to bury a fist into her face.

“Every second you waste only fuels the truth we already know…” A stagehand tasked with adding theatre to whoever was inside the box came up and started to wave a large fan at the Virus. Spectre glanced, but then continued.

“Ratings. Are UP!” Her hands raised to present herself, shouting her declaration while staring into the sun. The crowd went louder to voice disapproval. “The international viewer base is now tuning in. Degenerates tune from country to country to see who breaks next. Butts fill seats, planes arrive from abroad, packed double. And what about the police radios? They scream. So live it up, because you’re now a statistic in my history book.”

Spectre took her pause. The crowds filled in with louder noise, exponentially grown, cussing, biting teeth with glares, brandished middle fingers, and reenactment of belly batterings amongst groups took place. With a shit-eating cheshire look, she surveyed in sweeping glances left to right. “You think I’ll be the one getting blasted? Get up here then! No one is going to try and neither would you. As a group, you’ve got nothing to touch me, because legality is a formality that keeps you toothless. Not even the Vatican could exorcise me! The Swiss Guard couldn’t stop a slice of cheese. The Catholic Church would sooner Canonize me if they took one look at this, imagining all the sinners led to God’s door at long last. Degenerates. Swine. Losers. Frreeeeaks! I would have my own sacrament: The Purple Blessing. Instead of bread and wine, it’ll be blood and bruising with penance paid with your gut and a Deacon’s holy FIST!” And for all things good, miserable and shady, she believed this with her full chest and bare stomach, looking at the cameras like a self-assured politician, smug and self-righteous with pearly whites flying. Her arms crossed behind her back, then she went up to her tippy toes and back down, catching her breath.

“Wanna know why I make it all look easy?” She waited for nothing, but pretended to seek an answer.. “Because I got an army packed into one untouchable woman. An undefeated paragon of talent that’s MINE to wield, worth her acumen in FOUR legions. She is my champion.” As Spectre talked, a trap door on the Arena floor, near the Emperor’s box and at the end of a stone path leading towards the centre ring. “This operation’s colour and shine. A terror whose shadow casts its own shadow. More fierce than the lions that tore up Roman slaves to SHREDS! She is my SWORD and my SHIELD, and just what the Dot-ter ordered! DOT!”

[Malkavia]

Dot rose from the arena floor to the swaying saunter of her theme. Her low, cold laughter rolled through the speakers, kicking up static like the wind picked up dust on the Colosseum's refurbished pit.

The harsh Italian sun glinted off her black visor, obscuring her LED expressions. But she'd never leave the booing, baying, hissing crowd without a face to hate, and her pink kitty-cat emoji lit up the Titantron. Flickering with the same interference that crackled under her music.

"BOOO!"

Dot stretched until her back cracked. She hung her hammer — and its steely black head twice large as her own — over her shoulder. She loped with an exaggerated lean into the music's beat, then pulled herself into the ring and atop one of the corner posts. Her bare thighs and shoulders shone like marble. She raised both arms, then turned and gestured to Spectre.

"Hail. Your. EMPEROR...!"

The Digital Lynx

Her voice rose, at first a woman speaking from a full, deep chest, then rising to something warped. Autotune out of key. The volume climbed until the sand rumbled from the bass. The fans shuddered, hunched over, clutched their ears, and then one speaker went pop and sparks showered from a tall scaffold down to the arena.

Dot lowered her arms in the beat of silence that followed. Her faceless mask scanned the audience. She giggled. "Tsk! Suuuuuch sensitive ears you guys have got!" As their bitching started to rise again, Dot jerked her head. Interference sent a ear-drum-bending WEEEEEERN through the speakers. "Ssssssh! Later. Later kiddies. I have matters of importance to discuss."

Slipping down from her perch, Spectre's villainous viceroy savored the taste of her favorite sword against the Beast in the Stands. AV Engineering — never leave home without it. She walked across the ring with a bounce in her step and a spring in her hips.

Then Dot pointed at the screen and conjured a new image onto the titantron that sent angry waves through the crowd. A woman—one of Dot's favorites, in fact—in the dark. The cuffs holding her wrists to the filthy steel chair looked tight. Too tight. Cut-the-skin tight. Classic, sad little red-headed tool of the month. Audrey. Bruises battered her thighs. Her face swelled to melon-like proportions, made all the uglier by the twin streams of dark liquid pouring from both nostrils. The bitch trembled as her weeks-old sobs played, captured for posterity by the exquisite fidelity of Spectre's top-of-the line microphones.

The anger simmering until now flashed and became a streaking grease fire. The crowd hissed. It booed. Feet thundered. Chants to GO. AWAAAY!! competed with audiences' constant favorite, JUST. A. BOOTLICKER!

"Five. Million U.S. dollars." Her bass-boosted trill carried easily over the crowd. "You hypocritical fuckwits sent us five. Million buckeroos to slam a baseball bat into her loser tits."

Did she inflate the numbers? A pinch. And what did come through never reached their accounts thanks to interfering authorities. But the fuckwits knew it was true enough. Dot stopped her pacing, clicked her heels together, and faced her audience with arms outstretched—a priest in a black, gleaming, tit-squeezing skinsuit, offering benediction.

"Yes, my perfidious, puuuuutrescent pusssssssies. I'm afraid it's true. Your tastes align with the storied history of this magnificent building. Like the stout-hearted Romans of years past, your maiden's heart belongs not to your supposed HeROeS..." Her voice warbled over this, the most obnoxious member of every twelve-year-old shounen geek's vocabulary. Her left arm lowered as she ran her hand between her legs and gave her crotch a violent heft. "...But to the bastard with the biggest, meanest cock. The one who claps ass, who shatters guts, who stomps on the loser's broken, whining, bitch-ass face. The one who can put HEADS. On PIKES!"

At the word heads, Audrey's ruined body faded from the screen, to be replaced by Spectre's chrome skull. Dot's posture relaxed and she fell in line beside The Boss.

"Allllllright fuckers mine. Enough prelude! Send your emperor your ssssacrifices!"

[shanecawf]

"Oh c'mon Yuki. This will be fun! I promise!" Saya nudged her partner with her shoulder as Yuki stood there backstage visibly shaking, frightened and quivering. The two had been sent to a PPV event for L.A.W. to both of their surprises. They were two of L.A.W.'s most infamous jobbers. What were they doing here some may ask. Jobbing of course.

Neither Yuki or Saya had ever been out of Japan before and now they were in Italy. Laura had accompanied them of course, making sure neither of them attempted to escape their fate that was right in front of them at this moment.

They watched as Speck and Dot made their grand entrances. Entrances that would put many others to shame. Speck literally jumped out of a helicopter and took over the arena like a hostile take over taking hostages. Yuki was horrified, Saya was intrigued.

They watched from back stage as the two spoke lowly of the crowd. Both women's words seemed to get under many of the crowd member's skin and created anger, aggression and frustration.

Both Yuki and Saya would suddenly clutch their ears as loud, painful feedback echoed throughout the arena from Speck and Dot's technological take over. Once the feedback faded, Saya would pat Yuki's shoulder, telling her it was okay to uncover her ears. The two focused on the screen.

The monitor mounted on the wall right behind the curtain showed what was happening out in the open eye and mirrored what was being played on the jumbotron.

A red haired woman by the name of Audrey. A talent from L.A.W. sitting in the dark, handcuffs tightened brutally around her wrists. The visible bruises on her thighs, her face looking as though it had been used as a speed bag by a boxer. The way she trembled made Yuki audibly whimper, a slight squeak from her throat as she clutched her own shoulders, trying to self soothe the terror. Saya was on the opposite side of the tracks. She licked her lips. "Holy shit! That's Audrey! I would have tuned in if I knew about that!" Saya said excitedly. "Those sobs are music!"

Yuki shuddered as her partner for the night seemed to enjoy the view and the spectacle. Yuki and Saya were nearly complete opposites, but they did have one thing in common. Their intense sense of masochism. Yuki tried to hide it, treated it like a dirty secret. Saya wore it on her sleeve like a tattoo she was proud of.

As Dot finished her intro to Spectre, the video feed of Audrey faded away. Dot demanded The "Emperor's" "Sacrifices" be sent in.

Yuki stood stiff and still yet shaking like a vibrating statue. Saya grabbed her hand and yanked her forward. Saya entered the arena first through the curtains, Yuki stood still, Saya's hand was pulled back through the curtain. Saya had a look of annoyance on her face as she reached in with both hands, grabbing Yuki's arm and yanking her out, catching her as she nearly fell over.

Saya stood confidently, hands on her hips as she stared down at the ring.

Spoiler

Her hands remained on her hips as she got a cheer from the crowd. Her short dress flowing in the wind. Not a traditional wrestling outfit, but Saya knew that these attires never lasted long in a match, especially at L.A.W. She wore something nice underneath with that in mind.

Yuki meanwhile had been given a required attire for the match by Laura. Saya enforced that she came out in nothing but a pink bra and panties, her hair tied in cute twin buns on either side of her head.

Spoiler

She trembled as she stood there, taking in the crowd's wolf whistles and cheers. She turned around and started to try and escape but Saya was quick to grasp her hand, interlocking their fingers as she raised both her own and Yuki's arm.

Saya would begin walking forward, dragging Yuki behind her by the hand, yanking when she needed to. They would get cheers and jeers from the crowd. They were two of the most well known jobbers in the entire L.A.W. roster and had quite the reputation. Saya took it with pride as Yuki took it with mortification.

Saya and Yuki would make it to the ring where Saya climbed the metal steps, guiding Yuki up them as well. When Yuki stumbled, Saya helped her up. They made it to the apron where Saya sat on the middle rope and pushed the top one up, letting Yuki nervously climb between them and enter the ring. Saya followed.

The two of them immediately went to their corner, looking around. Saya filled with ignorant confidence and excitement, Yuki filled with terror. Saya would wrap and arm around Yuki's shoulder and pull her close, planting a kiss on her temple, inhaling gently against her hair, mixing mock comfort with humiliation. Yuki trembled like a nervous wreck.

The two would stand there, waiting.

[the funny girl]

Leah frowned at what was about to happen as she tried to control her breathing... the crazy thing she was about to do made her wonder if all the blows to the head she'd received in some matches had affected her brain in some way "Come on Leah, this will be a great opportunity to mess with Spectre a little" Leah glanced to her right and saw a girl with orange hair and silver eyes wearing a modified Robin Hood outfit, this girl was Elizabeth, the newest member of Old Tales and Leah's best friend "Do you know the crazy thing I just agreed to? And you were the one who convinced me to do this" The white-haired girl complained in a somewhat annoyed tone, she had learned that she and Elizabeth had been chosen to participate in a PPV event for Law and although at first she didn't quite understand... she found out the reason and it scared her a lot, Leah wanted to refuse but Robin hood convinced her to face Spectre, although Elizabeth had to talk to Leah for about two hours.

Elizabeth only gave a half-smile as she put her hands on her hips
"Well...it's true it was difficult to convince you, but there's no going back now on greeting your girlfriend"
"She's not my girlfriend!!!"
Leah blushed and yelled, glaring at Elizabeth who chuckled... God, this was definitely something Red Hood would do but the orange-haired girlsaid it because of what happened in the in the second Snow White match while the two girls were talking, they stood in a hallway watching Spectre make a truly spectacular entrance... although Snow White was already used to seeing these types of entries from the virus, this time Spectre took it to the next level, since the red-haired girl had jumped out of a damn helicopter and landed perfectly, after all that spectacle, some poor soul had to stand in front of Spectre, an ambassador from LAW, who didn't even get to introduce himself before receiving a low blow... At this point, Snow White wasn't surprised that the malevolent virus would do that but the white-haired girl felt sorry for what happened to the poor ambassador, who would surely feel that way until tomorrow.

And after several words directed at the audience to provoke them, which was working quite well, the evil girl then called her most trusted ally... Dot, Snow White didn't say anything but she knew how annoying that catgirl could be but Leah and Elizabeth had to cover their ears because of the loud noise that was reaching even the hallway where they were, Although Leah unintentionally deployed her mask while squinting and clenching her teeth, Leah's mask began to malfunction and experience interference, like a television with signal problems "Damn... it could be heard from here!" Elizabeth said as she removed her hands from her ears and Leah's mask returned to normal vision system before retracting her mask, the feedback caused interference in Leah's mask but at least it returned to normal "At least that sound stopped" She commented while shaking her head slightly as her eyes refocused on the screen in front of her, only for her pupils to constrict at what she saw next.

Elizabeth and Leah saw a red-haired girl sitting in the dark with handcuffs tightening around her wrists so much it hurt just to look at her and Leah recognized her as one of Spectre's unfortunate victims, Audrey Trovita... the girl who was kidnapped by the malevolent virus to be literally beaten and tortured in a stream or something like that, from what I hear, Leah knew that was her fate if the malevolent virus caught her but at least she was lucky enough to have companions who had her back but seeing that girl in such a miserable state sent chills down Leah's spine and sometimes even gave her nightmares "Now I understand why Irene wants to kick that bastard's ass... and Spectre is giving me even more reasons to beat her up" As she clenched her fists in a show of contained rage and indignation at what she was seeing, Elizabeth did not like what Dot showed at all and certainly couldn't wait to give Spectre and Dot a beating but for Old Tales it became personal when the malevolent virus decided to get its hands on Leah.

But when Dot demanded "sacrifices" for the "emperor", two girls emerged from behind the curtain, though one seemed so frightened that she had to be roughly pulled out by a blonde girl who appeared confident despite having surely witnessed everything Spectre had done, the blonde girl wore a short dress that billowed in the wind while she dragged the brown-haired girl along.

The brown-haired girl was only wearing a bra and pink panties, her hair tied in cute twin buns on either side of her head and besides, she seemed too nervous and scared to walk on her own because she was literally being dragged "Well, I think we should hurry up and make our entry" Elizabeth suggested as she looked away from the screen and started walking. Snow White began to follow her through the facility's corridors, trying to remain calm once Spectre saw her, since their relationship was practically "I hate you but I'm the only one who can hit you" or something like that... Leah really had bad luck whenever she was put in a match with a heel and it made her feel like she had a rope around her neck but anyway, they had arrived at their destination and all they had to do was wait for the entrance music to start.



The entrance music played over the speakers as snowflakes began to fall from above the audience, while green leaves rained down from the other half, this confused the audience, but then the curtains moved and two figures advanced up the metal ramp, Snow White and Robin Hood, the orange-haired girl wore a brown leotard with a green cape that covered her hair, on top of the cape were two orange feathers that made her look like she had ears, as well as a plush apple, she also wore black silk sleeves that reached her elbows and black silk stockings that covered most of her thighs but what stood out most about Elizabeth were her shoes, which looked like an elf.

Robin Hood

On the other hand, Snow White was wearing her long-sleeved black leotard, and although her outfit had some seams, it didn't detract from its beauty, she also had her visor on her head and wore black boots with black silk stockings that only reached her knees, Leah really wasn't used to wearing this type of attire yet as she waved to the audience, who were being showered with snowflakes while Elizabeth waved to the audience, who were being showered with leaves as they continued forward, the audience was delighted to see Snow White again but they were extremely curious about Elizabeth because they had never seen her before.

Snow White

Both girls arrived at the ring as the leaves and snowflakes stopped falling. Elizabeth climbed the metal steps and then passed through the ring ropes, Leah followed Elizabeth's example, climbing the metal steps and passing through the ropes to enter the ring, they immediately went to the corner but the white-haired girl glanced at Spectre out of the corner of her eye and she didn't say anything but a slight blush appeared on her face as she stood next to Elizabeth.

For Leah it would be a nightmare and for Elizabeth it would be a very interesting challenge that she was going to face.

[Monsy]

When Dot said HAIL, Spectre went straight, eyes imperious, a lifted arm with a pointed finger to the tiny subjects, surveying with a controlled turn of her hip. The noise spam tactic always gave her ears a little pinch. Fucking gave her brain a little jiggle.

Nonetheless—when an opening to move strikes, tis’ was her time to move. It wonderfully kept the nobodies at bay, allowing a departure from the Emperor’s box towards the arena. She took a course through a private chamber in the back, then into a system of corridors—stucco walls with roman mythology and famous battles. A stream to each side carved in the floor. Cones of white light came from hidden spots on the floor near the edge.

Within no time, Spectre arrived in the hypogeum and raised up on a platform right by the stone path where she approached the ring with a saunter.

A powerful JUMP took her to the apron, then a slingshot off the top-rope threw her boots onto the top turnbuckle. Straight back, arms folded, classic look of superiority upon the Gate of Life to see which fucks answer this call.

SURE ENOUGH! Here came TWO OF ‘EM! They didn’t need to introduce themselves—these two, from the House of Heels, were a known element in that she just about understood the gist. A colony of sadomasochists—a hive of giant tits, giant hips and giant attitudes mixed with protege and toy. Spectre’s eye twitched. ‘Is someone fuckin’ with us here?’ Her brow raised too when she saw one of them in lingerie. This one, Yuki Origang, needed to be dragged. Dragged. And yet here she is in her underwear! Now Saya was an interesting creature. She looked ready to get out here. All covered up in her T-shirt like that was about to save her from a fist.

“Boxing dummies, both of them.” Not her usual trade, but what better showcase than here. Did she detect lovers? Or maybe just a friend. One shivering chicken. Another, her paladin? A chauffeur? Comrade?

Spectre tapped Dot’s feline ear with her boot tip. “We’re going to need more rope.”

AND NEXT—came a pair she was already familiar with. Elizabeth Brown, Leah Becker. Robin Hood and Snow White. Snow and leaves thus danced from the sun roof and from integrated machines installed. She didn’t know the full deal with Elizabeth yet. Someone handsy, foxy and works as a lifeguard. A good aim. A ROBIN HOOD, so implied a poordom-defending rat-minx. In other words, a wild card. THEN it was her rabbit. The Boss recalled the second match with this bunny with warmth in her chest. Back for more? What a gift!

Lovely, lovely…

‘How many times do I need to spaghettify that girl’s legs?’

The Boss shrugged with an exaggerated sigh, but looked most pleased with getting hands on Leah again. When those two entered, Spectre front-flipped into the ring and stepped to the centre. “Since you’re all commoners in this arena, we’ll do this two v one. You’ll wrestle to whatever match I say and my Dot here will ensure none of you gremlins try something distasteful, dishonourable or underhand.” She first looped around Yuki and Saya’s corner with a raised eyebrow. Then a sneer. A sideways glance. “Two unapologetic losers…” She said, then took her index finger to poke Yuki’s tummy first, then Saya’s quickly after. “And not much of anything protecting you here either. I’ll take that as a confession.”

Then she turned around and approached Robin Hood and Snow White’s corner. She went to Elizabeth’s side first where Spectre stood at her flank. Arms tied behind her back. “You’re a little out of your league here, pup. Come for a free initiation? Ooooooor--” She walked behind them, stepping on Elizabeth’s ankle as she passed, then used a hand to gently graze down Leah’s arm. “--You’re into what I did for this little bunny?” On the other side of Leah, Spectre leaned in and blew a little wind against her ear. “Leah.”

All that’s left was to return to the centre, arm raised in the air. “The first match will be I QUIT! Synchronize your plea and only then should we consider your bodies sacrificed.” She turned around to face the corners. “As for who gets the privilege of being the choir.” At last, she pointed to the corner of Yuki Origang and Saya Endo.

“These two. DOT!” Her boot stomped, then turned. “Introduce them for us. WHO is on my altar?”

[Malkavia]

Dot was grateful for her mask. She was unsure that, in the absence of her LED feline facade, she could have prevented herself from going starry-eyed. She had seen Spectre descend to the ring many times. From the roof above. Through the mat below. With fire, smoke, and fear incarnate billowing in her wake.

But when had she ever seen her Captain stride through a palace like this, where the dust itself seemed to glow with the still-simmering glory of the old empire? Spectre took on that dust like her birthright, a mantle as comfortable on her shoulders as the cape billowing behind her. Such moments were why Dot could never, ever forget just how lucky she was to wear Spectre's mask and heave Spectre's hammer.

And then there were...those two. Dot stalked to their corner, then leered down at them, first at Saya...

"So these sad mayflies are what the House..."

...Then at Yuki.

"...Of Heels sees fit to offer an emperor."

Having weighed the sacrifices, she turned from the pair to face the audience, swinging her hammer until it slammed the mat and became a post she could lean on.

"Their masters call them toys, but me? I see something else. THIS ONE!" She jerked a thumb at the whimpering one, the bra-and-panties brat. Yuki. "This one's nothing but bottomless hunger. A mouth. Ungrateful, insatiable, always begging. More, MORE, MORE! More what, you may ask? For what does she so pathetically, so ungratefully beg?"

"TO THE SURPRISE OF NO ONE—Pain." A whip cracked across the speakers, followed by a long, sultry moan from what could only be a woman in heat. "Humiliation. And as for THIS ONE—"

Dot's circling stride carried her to Saya's side. Dot cupped her chin in her fingerless glove while her voice continued its broadcast through the speakers.

"Thisssss one's worse. A slut who knows she's a slut is one thing. But you, my benighted blonde bitch, you are a tease. You pretend. Pretend to deserve your place, pretend your teeth can cut, pretend that you are one of US. A fighter!" The longer Dot talked, the faster her cadence became and the closer she got to shouting.

Mind Spectre's ears. She had forgotten earlier, and saw the Captain flinch. She wouldn't make the same error twice. Her voice lowered, and she pushed Saya away from her.

"When in the dumps of your ill-used loins, you know you're exactly the same as him. Pure fucking appetite, with your legs spread wide for the world, just begging someone to come STUFF you."

Performances like this were easy because of their honesty. In the pause that followed, Dot felt a slither of nausea roll through her gut. What right do they have be here?

Then she whipped back to the crowd, arms spread wide. "Our first sacrifices will offer your emperor a challenge. Not for their strength, but for their endless NEED. Your challenge, Spectre, is to FILL THEM UP and SPILL THEM OVER. To feed these 'toys' until they're sick—until they'll NEVER want to eat again!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, fuckwits and perverts—your first tribute. Yuki Oringang and SAYA. ENDOOOOO!"

If crowd offered these two silence, a total absence of applause, they'd be receiving too much.

[shanecawf]

Saya and Yuki stood in the corner. A complete contrast to their demeanor. Yuki was trembling and shaking like a leaf, breath unsteady, face and chest flushing with red blush as she put together how many people were seeing her in her lingerie.

Saya was the polar opposite. Foolishly confident and cocky. The way she wrapped her arm around Yuki's shoulder and kisses her temple as if Yuki was a piece of her property was demeaning.

This was nothing new, but for Yuki, it felt like the first time every time. She already knew what she was in for. The fear and nervousness were having an internal battle with something darker. Something hotter. Something shameful. She had seen Spectre and Dot do unspeakable things to woman stronger than herself, yet that feeling of pleasure never left her gut and she hadn't even been touched yet.

The way Spectre spoke to Dot like they weren't even there caused two different reactions. Yuki looked down and away, her blush growing darker. Saya smiled. She was a fan of these two. She loved their sadism and villainy. This was a dream come true for her and she wasn't afraid to show it with the expression on her face.

Yuki and Saya weren't alone in the ring with Spectre. Not yet. There were two others. Elizabeth Brown and Leah Becker. Robin Hood and Snow White. Yuki felt somewhat relieved. Maybe the more people would lessen the pressure. Saya looked more-so annoyed at first but she had to admit they looked good. REALLY GOOD. Her mind switched quick, thinking about them and Spectre fighting and how hot that would be. Her perverted mind raced visibly behind her eyes.

Yuki gasped. Saya raised an eyebrow, impressed as Spectre front flipped into the ring before stepping into the center. Spectre spoke, calling them commoners, explaining the rules to them in her usual disrespectful manner, calling them gremlins.

Yuki shivered while Saya stifled a laugh that was cut off when Spectre looped to their corner. The closer Speck got, the more visible Yuki's nervous shame became. Same for Saya except instead of nervousness, it was excitement... And lust.

Saya felt as though she were meeting a celebrity as she saw the sideways glance Spectre shot them, followed by the raised eyebrow and a sneer. She called them "unapologetic losers". Yuki nearly shriveled up as Spectre's index finger poked into her soft, unprotected tummy. The finger tip sunk into the plush flesh and turned pink around it from the contact.

Saya tried to flex when Spectre's finger poked her stomach as well but Spectre seemed unimpressed. She commented on how there was little to protect the house of heel's sacrificial lambs and she would take that as a confession. That comment made Saya blush slightly as well.

Spectre's presence was immediately missed by both women as she went to speak to the other competition. There seemed to be history between them. Saya felt slightly jealous.

Spectre returned to the center and announced what the first match will entail. An "I QUIT" Match. The suspense was killing both Yuki and Saya as Spectre hadn't specified who would be her first victims. It felt like days passed until she turned to face the corners before pointing towards their corners.

Yuki's mouth dropped open. Saya grinned. An "I QUIT" Match was something quite brutal. Meant to truly tests an opponent's stamina and how long they would last.

Spectre instructed Dot to introduce them and she did not disappoint. The woman in the feline LED mask stalked to their corner, nearly a foot taller than both of them as she leered down at them. The LED lights were bright for both of them.

Dot turned her attention to Saya first, over to Yuki, calling them "Sad mayflies" and questioning their worthiness of an emperor or in other words, Spectre. The slam of the hammer shook the ring under Saya and Yuki's feet as she used it as a post to lean on.

Dot continued their introduction of them both. Starting with Yuki, calling her a bottomless hunger, ungrateful and always begging for more. Many weren't sure what Dot was referring to until the word "Pain" escaped her mouth along with a whip cracking sound snapped across the speakers followed by a long sultry moan. Yuki's cheeks turned dark red as she looked down, hugging herself with her own arms as she tried to hide inside of herself.

Saya nearly cackled. She still had her arm wrapped around Yuki's shoulder, pulling her tighter. "They got you down to a Tee! That's exactly how I would describe you!" She taunted before Dot's commentary turned towards her.

Saya wore a stupid yet confident smirk on her face as Dot said she was worse than Yuki. Saya held a strong composure, even as Dot verbally insulted and abused her, calling her slut and a tease. The smirk stayed on her face but the flush to her upper cheeks, under her eyes was noticeable to a keen eye. Dot's words cut deep, dissecting Saya's act of cosplaying as a heel, calling it all pretend.

Dot continued her demeaning intro before telling spectre what her challenge is. The challenge was not in the fight these two would offer which would likely be little to none. The challenge was as Dot described it, to quench their thirst for masochism and make them never want to crave pain again.

When Dot finally finished their intro. The crowd cheered, but not for Yuki or Saya. They cheered for the destruction they were about to see. Both Saya and Yuki could feel it. They stood in that corner, a bit thrown off by the intro, a bit shocked by the volume of the crowd and how many people were there. Yuki had known it all along that this would be brutal and she was right to feel fear along with her longing. Saya was just starting to realize the intensity of this moment, a slight fear growing in her as well but that only built up her excitement more. They awaited for the next move to see what they would do.

[the funny girl]

Leah simply couldn't look Spectre in the eye... remembering everything she'd done to her sent a shiver down her spine, but she also blushed at the fact that her second match had been something... It was best to avoid that, though she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that the red-haired girl was always behind her like a shadow... an evil and obsessive shadow that would consume her at any moment of carelessness, it was true that Spectre had never been kind to Leah, much less shown her any mercy when fighting, she'd even attacked her while she was training with her teammates! Spectre was so many negative things and that was after an imaginary list of all the negative aspects of the malevolent virus, all thought up by Leah... the red-haired girl was evil, arrogant, deceitful, ruthless, cruel, malicious, vengeful and many other negative things, there was almost nothing positive about Spectre or rather, "the concept of doing good" simply didn't exist for the malevolent virus... but what happened in the second match was something the white-haired girl couldn't easily get out of her head and she certainly had a few thoughts about Spectre that distracted her from the conversations she was having with her friends.

Elizabeth was a newcomer but she received a tremendous welcome from the Malevolent Virus... when its thugs and Spectre herself stormed into Liliweiss's private gym and it ended up being total chaos in every sense of the word... the orange-haired girl didn't judge people without knowing them but with the Malevolent Virus, it was a completely different case, since she saw firsthand what Spectre was capable of doing just to reach her goal, regardless of the obstacles in front of her... Elizabeth had never seen so much evil in a person... except for Red Shoes, that girl was also completely evil, even though she hid that side with an angelic face and friendly demeanor... her actions in the matches said the opposite, although Spectre's were more obvious and she didn't need to hide her intentions behind a friendly mask and Elizabeth watched some of Spectre's matches... which didn't end very well for some of her opponents, but when Spectre faced opponents bigger than herself... well, the result changed a lot.

Snow White didn't dare look directly at Spectre, as she was still a little afraid of the red-haired girl, remembering all the times she'd been beaten so fiercely she couldn't get up... even though she had her orange-haired companion by her side... she didn't feel safe at all, since she knew Spectre's nature but the white-haired girl hoped the malevolent virus's attention would also focus on the other three girls, so that at least if there was any chance... they could all win against Spectre, even just once but knowing her... she surely had a trick or two up her sleeve and Leah would have to be on her guard, as would Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked at Saya and Yuki with great curiosity, since the orange-haired girl still hadn't met all the LAW wrestlers, Elizabeth's gray eyes then shifted to Yuki, who seemed vulnerable, timid, and nervous in this kind of setting... while Saya appeared completely confident in her ability to face the malevolent virus... which was certainly admirable, considering all the things Saya had done... although Robin Hood admitted that those two girls were quite pretty, something that would surely interest the red-haired girl if they were the unfortunate ones to face Spectre first but there was also the possibility that evil girl would go after Leah first but she would have to see what was going to happen first.

Robin Hood watched as Spectre performed a front flipped to position herself in the middle of the ring, capturing everyone's attention and delivering a clear message about the malevolent virus's plan, for Leah part, slightly raised her gaze to pay attention to what Spectre was about to say... but as expected, the red-haired girl called them mere commoners and also outlined the rules, of course, the malevolent virus also disrespected them by calling them "gremlins," which made the orange-haired girl glare at Spectre but Leah was used to hearing the evil girl's disrespect, so she simply shrugged, It wasn't as if she particularly liked being called a "gremlin" by the red-haired girl.

The two members of Old Tales watched as Spectre approached Saya and Yuki, saying a few words while touching their tummy... before heading towards them, though both remained alert just in case "You’re a little out of your league here, pup. Come for a free initiation? Ooooooor--” The orange-haired girl looked at her with some distrust, because after all... Spectre was like a viper ready to strike at any moment "AAUCH!" Robin Hood groaned in pain when Spectre stepped on her ankle... which made her have to bite her lower lip to keep from punching the malevolent virus... the orange-haired girl didn't know if that was because Liliweiss wasn't there or if it was a way of venting her fury over the previous matches "--You’re into what I did for this little bunny?” Elizabeth glared at her angrily, but she couldn't deny that she kind of liked what Spectre had done to Snow White but speaking of her, Leah's eyes widened slightly when she felt the evil girl's hand gently graze down against her arm, which made her incredibly nervous "Leah" When Spectre blew in her ear, the white-haired girl couldn't stand it any longer and her face turned red as she unfurled her mask to hide her face... truly, her second match was something Leah wouldn't be able to get out of her head for a while.

After that intentional attack on Robin Hood's ankle and with Snow White still wearing her mask to hide her blush, Spectre returned to the center of the ring to announce the first match, which was an "I Quit" match... but it still hadn't been announced who the unlucky girls would be to face Spectre first, leaving almost everyone in suspense and the atmosphere quite tense because Leah and Elizabeth were fully aware that the malevolent virus could choose whomever it pleased.

But then the red-haired girl pointed to Yuki Origang and Saya Endo, they would be the first to face Spectre and that certainly relaxed Leah... only a little, because she didn't want to imagine what Spectre would choose when she and Elizabeth were chosen but they would find that out later, Dot approached Saya and Yuki to present them as the first "sacrifices," although it was more of a public humiliation than an introduction, Dot went to Yuki first and told her she was a bottomless hunger, ungrateful, and always begging for more, Elizabeth and Leah didn't understand what Dot was getting at until she mentioned the word "pain," and they understood immediately, Elizabeth looked at Yuki, who seemed to want the earth to swallow in that moment... It's a good thing Red Shoes wasn't here, as she would certainly have been very interested in having a "private" moment with Yuki.

Then it was Saya's turn to suffer verbally at Dot's hands, although Snow White noticed that Saya cared very little about what Dot said about her, Leah scratched the back of her head... This would surely become personal for Yuki and Saya but surely in Spectre's eyes, they weren't worthy challenges that she wouldn't find difficult to dominate and subdue, Snow White certainly didn't notice anything remarkable about them either, other than that they were pretty but they didn't seem like a great challenge but neither were they to be underestimated.

Dot finally finished her introduction, the audience cheered for some reason that Leah and Elizabeth still didn't know, Elizabeth's eyes darted between Dot and Spectre "Well, it seems they won't have it easy with Spectre" The orange-haired girl then looked at Leah, who was still wearing the mask, it seemed she wasn't going to take it off for a while "Well, knowing Spectre... I wouldn't be surprised if Spectre played with them and didn't take them seriously" The white-haired girl commented, looking at Elizabeth, who wasn't very happy that Spectre had stepped on her ankle... she momentarily wondered if Spectre would have done something more drastic if Liliweiss had been present.