Post by Naughty Girls on Nov 16, 2016 7:24:42 GMT -5
Katie: Sigh...why don't people ever listen?
The Naughty Girls' complaint starts us off as she lies in the middle of her bed, hands resting down over her stomach just above covered by her t-shirt. Not saying the material has been cut off, just with all the folds in the material from her lying down it's been pulled up a little. Absent from this room is Chastity, oddly enough.
Katie: Mistress warned them...I warned them...lie down and you won't be hurt. Was the warning taken? Nope. Was it even heard? Most likely not. To them we were just a couple of whores who only decay the sport of wrestling from the inside. Well, Mackenzie, what excuse do you hold for having lost to the rot? The sacred art of taking your eye off the ball? How regretfully unprofessional of you.
Katie sneaks in a little giggle before letting out an actual sigh this time, not just speaking the word, as she arches up her hips addressing the issue of her shirt pulling it back down before resting her bottom back on the covers.
Katie: Now Mistress has left it up to me to decide what we do with Silent Rage. Do we...perhaps make them a similar offer? Maybe they'll be the ones who listen? There isn't a whole lot to bribe them with. This is their shot, after all. Undeserved, some might actually argue. I know Mistress doesn't care, so long as we're on the card defending. Beating every team this company has to offer all while holding onto the belts certainly shines out our dominance. Where do I stand, you ask? Obviously I'm with Mistress. You don't hear girls screaming from the humiliation they secretly enjoy outside the ring. Well, sometimes. Especially here I guess. But I mean making someone become my plaything. That--
Katie stops as she comes across an idea. One where she needs to sit up to fully process until she begins to smile.
Katie: I know what it is I want. A little mixture of both the offer and the them getting their ass kicked. I mean, that's an obvious. Right? No,
She moans rocking her head to the side as her tone changes to that of...well, an idiot.
Katie: I don't mean because we beat them before. God.
Coming back to normal tones, she shakes her head in disgust.
Katie: Don't you hate people like that? “We beat you so we're gonna beat you again! Hi-yuk!” Seriously, learn something new, idiots. You win, so what? You lose, you come out bigger losers. So no, I'm not saying we're going to beat them based solely on past encounters, I'm saying we're going to beat them because they are them and we are we. We are the tag team champions rocking the belts for nearly half a year now. They are the ones who used to matter until they fell off the horse. That's why I know what to-make the-offer about.
She sings.
Katie: Lucy. Hi. How are ya, kid? Ditch Rachel. Ditch that weight holding you down. You qualified into the Queen of the Ring tournament. You took part in the brackets! Yeah, you lost, but how much of that effort was Rachel's? Who hit all those finishers? Who stayed alive in those tag team matches? You are far better than what Rachel has told you.
Katie certainly doesn't stop smiling, in her mind she's making sense. Is it contagious?
Katie: You're the Mistress now, not her. Never again her. Don't let your star burn out because you feel you owe Rachel something when you owe her nothing. So here's what I'm proposing; leave her. Come down to the match with her, give her that final farewell, and then...leave. Let her fight on her own, let us thoroughly decimate her for you. If you fear her vengeance afterward, let us deal with her so she becomes too afraid to go after anyone.
The Naughty Girl now braces herself up with her arms. Still smiling, of course.
Katie: Lucy, I'm not saying you need to align yourself with us. I'm saying take the first step toward your own personal greatness. You know deep down I'm right when I say that even together you don't stand a chance against us. Don't step in like a fool. Don't work for her. Take this offer, Lucy.
Katie offers out her open hand.
Katie: These are your wings, Lucy. Take them and fly.
Nothing there...oh, she meant metaphorically before her hand comes back down.
Katie: Now, as for Rachel...I hold another offer.
Should be good.
Katie: You're going to be beaten and quite thoroughly broken no matter what Lucy decides. Whether she goes for greener pastures or she believes her time in the tournament was all pure luck. You, on the other hand, your fate is sealed. It's just whether you accept it or not. By match's end, after Mistress and myself have finished our celebrations, we'll turn to you. You, Rachel, who will have been left on your back. You'll come up to your hands and knees, crawl across the ring over the stains of your own blood that we've spent the past fifteen-twenty minutes spilling, and you'll continue to crawl.
Katie pauses to lick her lips.
Katie: Mistress will put out her boot and without hesitation...you'll kiss it. You'll keep kissing it until told to stop. Because by the end of the match, Rachel, you'll have been proven useless. Not just by us, but by your own partner as well. In fact, she's already done that for reasons I've listed earlier. You're broken, unwanted. You, Rachel, have been conquered and all that's left will be for you to admit it. Admit it and accept your fate because I'm certain Mistress would still love to have someone like you at the submissive end of her leash.
Something tells me Katie would like it even more the way she's been smiling.
Katie: Think about it, the both of you. Your fates will be changed for the better if you simply accept the offers given you. Don't be a Kate or a Mackenzie...be intelligent.
And on that, the scene fades out.
The Naughty Girls' complaint starts us off as she lies in the middle of her bed, hands resting down over her stomach just above covered by her t-shirt. Not saying the material has been cut off, just with all the folds in the material from her lying down it's been pulled up a little. Absent from this room is Chastity, oddly enough.
Katie: Mistress warned them...I warned them...lie down and you won't be hurt. Was the warning taken? Nope. Was it even heard? Most likely not. To them we were just a couple of whores who only decay the sport of wrestling from the inside. Well, Mackenzie, what excuse do you hold for having lost to the rot? The sacred art of taking your eye off the ball? How regretfully unprofessional of you.
Katie sneaks in a little giggle before letting out an actual sigh this time, not just speaking the word, as she arches up her hips addressing the issue of her shirt pulling it back down before resting her bottom back on the covers.
Katie: Now Mistress has left it up to me to decide what we do with Silent Rage. Do we...perhaps make them a similar offer? Maybe they'll be the ones who listen? There isn't a whole lot to bribe them with. This is their shot, after all. Undeserved, some might actually argue. I know Mistress doesn't care, so long as we're on the card defending. Beating every team this company has to offer all while holding onto the belts certainly shines out our dominance. Where do I stand, you ask? Obviously I'm with Mistress. You don't hear girls screaming from the humiliation they secretly enjoy outside the ring. Well, sometimes. Especially here I guess. But I mean making someone become my plaything. That--
Katie stops as she comes across an idea. One where she needs to sit up to fully process until she begins to smile.
Katie: I know what it is I want. A little mixture of both the offer and the them getting their ass kicked. I mean, that's an obvious. Right? No,
She moans rocking her head to the side as her tone changes to that of...well, an idiot.
Katie: I don't mean because we beat them before. God.
Coming back to normal tones, she shakes her head in disgust.
Katie: Don't you hate people like that? “We beat you so we're gonna beat you again! Hi-yuk!” Seriously, learn something new, idiots. You win, so what? You lose, you come out bigger losers. So no, I'm not saying we're going to beat them based solely on past encounters, I'm saying we're going to beat them because they are them and we are we. We are the tag team champions rocking the belts for nearly half a year now. They are the ones who used to matter until they fell off the horse. That's why I know what to-make the-offer about.
She sings.
Katie: Lucy. Hi. How are ya, kid? Ditch Rachel. Ditch that weight holding you down. You qualified into the Queen of the Ring tournament. You took part in the brackets! Yeah, you lost, but how much of that effort was Rachel's? Who hit all those finishers? Who stayed alive in those tag team matches? You are far better than what Rachel has told you.
Katie certainly doesn't stop smiling, in her mind she's making sense. Is it contagious?
Katie: You're the Mistress now, not her. Never again her. Don't let your star burn out because you feel you owe Rachel something when you owe her nothing. So here's what I'm proposing; leave her. Come down to the match with her, give her that final farewell, and then...leave. Let her fight on her own, let us thoroughly decimate her for you. If you fear her vengeance afterward, let us deal with her so she becomes too afraid to go after anyone.
The Naughty Girl now braces herself up with her arms. Still smiling, of course.
Katie: Lucy, I'm not saying you need to align yourself with us. I'm saying take the first step toward your own personal greatness. You know deep down I'm right when I say that even together you don't stand a chance against us. Don't step in like a fool. Don't work for her. Take this offer, Lucy.
Katie offers out her open hand.
Katie: These are your wings, Lucy. Take them and fly.
Nothing there...oh, she meant metaphorically before her hand comes back down.
Katie: Now, as for Rachel...I hold another offer.
Should be good.
Katie: You're going to be beaten and quite thoroughly broken no matter what Lucy decides. Whether she goes for greener pastures or she believes her time in the tournament was all pure luck. You, on the other hand, your fate is sealed. It's just whether you accept it or not. By match's end, after Mistress and myself have finished our celebrations, we'll turn to you. You, Rachel, who will have been left on your back. You'll come up to your hands and knees, crawl across the ring over the stains of your own blood that we've spent the past fifteen-twenty minutes spilling, and you'll continue to crawl.
Katie pauses to lick her lips.
Katie: Mistress will put out her boot and without hesitation...you'll kiss it. You'll keep kissing it until told to stop. Because by the end of the match, Rachel, you'll have been proven useless. Not just by us, but by your own partner as well. In fact, she's already done that for reasons I've listed earlier. You're broken, unwanted. You, Rachel, have been conquered and all that's left will be for you to admit it. Admit it and accept your fate because I'm certain Mistress would still love to have someone like you at the submissive end of her leash.
Something tells me Katie would like it even more the way she's been smiling.
Katie: Think about it, the both of you. Your fates will be changed for the better if you simply accept the offers given you. Don't be a Kate or a Mackenzie...be intelligent.
And on that, the scene fades out.