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Hey, this is a role play type story that I wrote when I was playing fantasy wrestling on GFed.com a few years ago. It's not as good as all the other stories here but it's something I wanted to share with you. Feel free to ask any questions about it.
Multi and Molly Holly arrive at the hotel in Lexington, Kentucky where UWA will take place. Multi is looking quite normal in an all red outfit while Molly is looking ravishing in, what looks like, a black, leather bikers' outfit right down to the high heel leather boots. They get to the front desk and the receptionist hands them an envelope. it reads, "You must come to the arena for an interview." Once finished with the note, the rest of the Black Banner walks in.
"Candy, check us in." Multi says, "Molly and I will be right back."
"Where are you going?" Candy asks.
"I have an interview to do for some reason. Probably won't take long."
"Okay. Give us a call if you need us."
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Twenty minutes later, Multi and Molly arrive at the arena. It looks like the campus of the University of Kentucky as you see "Go Wildcats" banners around. Sasha Cummings is waiting by the security desk.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Multi." she says.
"I just arrived in Kentucky a few hours ago. I didn't even check in to my hotel yet and I already have to do this? This couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" Multi says disgusted.
"I'm sorry, but Mizz Molly wanted a few words from you."
"I'm sorry too, Sasha. I'm still a little tired from the trip."
"That's okay. Come, we have a room set up for this."
"Molly, call Candy and tell her and the rest of the Black Banner to swing by just in case something happens."
Molly nods as the three of them make their way to the interview room.
Once in the room, they see that it's all set up from the camera to the precise lighting to the finely tuned microphones. Molly and Multi sit down at the table while Sasha sits across from them. Sasha is in a beige business suit with tan, open toed shoes.
"First off, I would like to congratulate your victory over Dravaka two weeks ago."
"Thank you. And your little documents helped a lot." Multi says.
"But we also want to say sorry for your loss last week. You were eliminated in the battle royal."
"But The Legion, as a whole, won the match. That's all that matters."
"True. Which brings me to this week. You are in a triple threat cage match with Keith Collins, a wile vet of the business, and Echo, an upstart with great potential."
"I hear. I don't know much about them, so it'll be interesting to find out what they possess."
Sasha continues, "And it is also for the Revolution-Torture Championship."
Multi's eyes close. When they open, an evil grins appears on his face.
"Did you say torture?" he asks.
"Yes, the Revolution-Torture Championship. I just want to hear your thoughts on how you intend to win this match."
Multi whispers in Molly's ear, then stands up. Molly giggles for a moment.
"I can do more than that." Multi says as Molly gets up and walks to the door, "I can show you."
Molly turns the lights off. Seconds later, the lights come on. The cameraman is by the door, but everyone else is gone.
Next we see The Black Banner, Candy Mayhem, Dementia, Psyko, and Nightstalker, surrounding yet another hooded figure. Multi walks in with a black bag.
"Remove the hood."
Molly pulls the hood off of the figure to reveal that it's Sasha Cummings. She is shackled to medevil stocks, her arms strapped above her head. She looks around to find that she is in the boiler room of the arena, much like the Black Scorpion was last week. She starts to wiggle around.
"What is the meaning of this?" she asks loudly.
"I told you that I would show you my thoughts on the match." Multi sets the bag on the floor, "The thing is what is about to happen to you is a piece of cake compared to what I have planned for them."
"Untie me this instant."
"In due time, my dear. Katie, remove her shoes."
Killer Katie unlaces her shoes and place them on the floor next to the bag.
"Now we are going to have a little test. Now, there's only one answer to every question and there is a consequence to every wrong answer."
Multi kneels down and opens the bag. He takes out a toothbrush.
"What the hell are you going to do with that?" Sasha asks.
Just then we hear footsteps in the distance. Dementia pulls out her axe and prepares to swing. Kabal walks out of the shadows with a lit cigar in his hand and pulling a cooler.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asks.
"Just a little test, sir." Multi says.
"What's with the toothbrush?"
"If you just wait patiently, you'll find out."
"Hold on a minute."
Kabal sets the cooler down and opens it. He pulls out a wide glass and a bottle of whiskey. He fills the glass half full with ice, then pours in the whiskey to the top. He takes a puff of his cigar.
"Now you can go."
Multi looks at Sasha with an evil but pleasant look on his face.
"Now, Ms. Cummings, in a regular triple threat match, do you think I would stand a chance with Collins and Echo?"
"Are you serious?"
"Just answer the question."
"Um, sure, anyone can be beaten at any given time. You know that."
"Now, throw in a title. Do I still have that same chance?"
"Well, Maybe against Echo, but Collins has been around the block a few times and..."
"Wrong answer."
Multi looks at the toothbrush. It appears to have a button on it. He presses the button and the toothbrush starts to vibrate. He puts the vibrating toothbrush to Sasha's feet and lightly strokes her feet. Sasha starts to giggle and laugh as she wiggles around. Kabal turns to Molly.
"Is he..." he asks.
"Yes he is, and he's very good at it too." Molly says.
"How do you know?"
"I let him practice on me."
Multi leans in a little closer.
"Do I have a chance at winning this match this week?"
Still giggling, "Like I said, ha ha ha, Collins has, ha ha ha, been around the, ha ha ha, block."
"Wrong again."
Multi continues stroking Sasha's feet. He even glides the toothbrush over her toes and around her ankles. She give a loud, laughing scream when he tickles her toes.
"Do I have a..."
"YES, YES. You have a chance. Now please stop."
Multi pulls the toothbrush away from her feet.
"Now was that so hard?"
"Please don't do that again. I'm extremely ticklish but I don't like to be tickled."
"Honey, you shouldn't have told him that." Molly says.
"What, that I don't like to be tickled?"
"No, that you're extremely ticklish."
Multi kneels down to the bag and pulls out three similar toothbrushes.
"Katie." he says handing one to her, "Dementia." He hands her one, "And Candy." Handing her one as well.
All three start their toothbrushes vibrating. Sasha closes he eyes in horror to what's about to happen.
"I am going to let you think about this one." Multi says as Dementia and Candy position themselves by Sasha's feet while Katie heads to her torso, "Who knows more about torture in this match than the other two? While you are thinking on it, girls."
Multi hands his toothbrush to Molly and walks towards Kabal. Molly joins Katie at Sasha's torso and all four girls tickle torture Sasha to no end. Sasha screams, laughs, a squirms as the toothbrushes tingle her very sensitive skin to the point of extreme laughter.
"I...I give. Please...please stop." Sasha says in between laughs.
"So what's the answer, Ms. Cummings?" Multi asks.
"You...you do. Please stop tickling me. I...I can hardly breathe."
"Okay, girls, you can stop."
The girls back away from Sasha. Molly returns the toothbrush to Multi. He strolls over to Sasha's exhausted body.
"Now, Ms. Cummings, I want you to deliver this message to both Echo and Keith Collins. Tell them that I intend to make them suffer, I intend to make them bleed, I intend to make their ribs a part of the cage. To put it simple, when they crawl out of that cage battered and broken, I will be on the ramp with one hand held high and the other holding the Torture Championship. You got that?"
"Yea...yes. Now please untie me."
"In due time."
Multi starts the toothbrush again and tickles Sasha.
"Now, ha ha ha, what's that for, ha ha ha?" Sasha asks laughing hysterically.
"Pure pleasure for me."
Multi continues to tickle Sasha while the other members stand and watch.
Read more: http://fantasysportschannel.proboards.com/thread/47/torture-funny#ixzz4Ed8957yb
Multi and Molly Holly arrive at the hotel in Lexington, Kentucky where UWA will take place. Multi is looking quite normal in an all red outfit while Molly is looking ravishing in, what looks like, a black, leather bikers' outfit right down to the high heel leather boots. They get to the front desk and the receptionist hands them an envelope. it reads, "You must come to the arena for an interview." Once finished with the note, the rest of the Black Banner walks in.
"Candy, check us in." Multi says, "Molly and I will be right back."
"Where are you going?" Candy asks.
"I have an interview to do for some reason. Probably won't take long."
"Okay. Give us a call if you need us."
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Twenty minutes later, Multi and Molly arrive at the arena. It looks like the campus of the University of Kentucky as you see "Go Wildcats" banners around. Sasha Cummings is waiting by the security desk.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Multi." she says.
"I just arrived in Kentucky a few hours ago. I didn't even check in to my hotel yet and I already have to do this? This couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" Multi says disgusted.
"I'm sorry, but Mizz Molly wanted a few words from you."
"I'm sorry too, Sasha. I'm still a little tired from the trip."
"That's okay. Come, we have a room set up for this."
"Molly, call Candy and tell her and the rest of the Black Banner to swing by just in case something happens."
Molly nods as the three of them make their way to the interview room.
Once in the room, they see that it's all set up from the camera to the precise lighting to the finely tuned microphones. Molly and Multi sit down at the table while Sasha sits across from them. Sasha is in a beige business suit with tan, open toed shoes.
"First off, I would like to congratulate your victory over Dravaka two weeks ago."
"Thank you. And your little documents helped a lot." Multi says.
"But we also want to say sorry for your loss last week. You were eliminated in the battle royal."
"But The Legion, as a whole, won the match. That's all that matters."
"True. Which brings me to this week. You are in a triple threat cage match with Keith Collins, a wile vet of the business, and Echo, an upstart with great potential."
"I hear. I don't know much about them, so it'll be interesting to find out what they possess."
Sasha continues, "And it is also for the Revolution-Torture Championship."
Multi's eyes close. When they open, an evil grins appears on his face.
"Did you say torture?" he asks.
"Yes, the Revolution-Torture Championship. I just want to hear your thoughts on how you intend to win this match."
Multi whispers in Molly's ear, then stands up. Molly giggles for a moment.
"I can do more than that." Multi says as Molly gets up and walks to the door, "I can show you."
Molly turns the lights off. Seconds later, the lights come on. The cameraman is by the door, but everyone else is gone.
Next we see The Black Banner, Candy Mayhem, Dementia, Psyko, and Nightstalker, surrounding yet another hooded figure. Multi walks in with a black bag.
"Remove the hood."
Molly pulls the hood off of the figure to reveal that it's Sasha Cummings. She is shackled to medevil stocks, her arms strapped above her head. She looks around to find that she is in the boiler room of the arena, much like the Black Scorpion was last week. She starts to wiggle around.
"What is the meaning of this?" she asks loudly.
"I told you that I would show you my thoughts on the match." Multi sets the bag on the floor, "The thing is what is about to happen to you is a piece of cake compared to what I have planned for them."
"Untie me this instant."
"In due time, my dear. Katie, remove her shoes."
Killer Katie unlaces her shoes and place them on the floor next to the bag.
"Now we are going to have a little test. Now, there's only one answer to every question and there is a consequence to every wrong answer."
Multi kneels down and opens the bag. He takes out a toothbrush.
"What the hell are you going to do with that?" Sasha asks.
Just then we hear footsteps in the distance. Dementia pulls out her axe and prepares to swing. Kabal walks out of the shadows with a lit cigar in his hand and pulling a cooler.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asks.
"Just a little test, sir." Multi says.
"What's with the toothbrush?"
"If you just wait patiently, you'll find out."
"Hold on a minute."
Kabal sets the cooler down and opens it. He pulls out a wide glass and a bottle of whiskey. He fills the glass half full with ice, then pours in the whiskey to the top. He takes a puff of his cigar.
"Now you can go."
Multi looks at Sasha with an evil but pleasant look on his face.
"Now, Ms. Cummings, in a regular triple threat match, do you think I would stand a chance with Collins and Echo?"
"Are you serious?"
"Just answer the question."
"Um, sure, anyone can be beaten at any given time. You know that."
"Now, throw in a title. Do I still have that same chance?"
"Well, Maybe against Echo, but Collins has been around the block a few times and..."
"Wrong answer."
Multi looks at the toothbrush. It appears to have a button on it. He presses the button and the toothbrush starts to vibrate. He puts the vibrating toothbrush to Sasha's feet and lightly strokes her feet. Sasha starts to giggle and laugh as she wiggles around. Kabal turns to Molly.
"Is he..." he asks.
"Yes he is, and he's very good at it too." Molly says.
"How do you know?"
"I let him practice on me."
Multi leans in a little closer.
"Do I have a chance at winning this match this week?"
Still giggling, "Like I said, ha ha ha, Collins has, ha ha ha, been around the, ha ha ha, block."
"Wrong again."
Multi continues stroking Sasha's feet. He even glides the toothbrush over her toes and around her ankles. She give a loud, laughing scream when he tickles her toes.
"Do I have a..."
"YES, YES. You have a chance. Now please stop."
Multi pulls the toothbrush away from her feet.
"Now was that so hard?"
"Please don't do that again. I'm extremely ticklish but I don't like to be tickled."
"Honey, you shouldn't have told him that." Molly says.
"What, that I don't like to be tickled?"
"No, that you're extremely ticklish."
Multi kneels down to the bag and pulls out three similar toothbrushes.
"Katie." he says handing one to her, "Dementia." He hands her one, "And Candy." Handing her one as well.
All three start their toothbrushes vibrating. Sasha closes he eyes in horror to what's about to happen.
"I am going to let you think about this one." Multi says as Dementia and Candy position themselves by Sasha's feet while Katie heads to her torso, "Who knows more about torture in this match than the other two? While you are thinking on it, girls."
Multi hands his toothbrush to Molly and walks towards Kabal. Molly joins Katie at Sasha's torso and all four girls tickle torture Sasha to no end. Sasha screams, laughs, a squirms as the toothbrushes tingle her very sensitive skin to the point of extreme laughter.
"I...I give. Please...please stop." Sasha says in between laughs.
"So what's the answer, Ms. Cummings?" Multi asks.
"You...you do. Please stop tickling me. I...I can hardly breathe."
"Okay, girls, you can stop."
The girls back away from Sasha. Molly returns the toothbrush to Multi. He strolls over to Sasha's exhausted body.
"Now, Ms. Cummings, I want you to deliver this message to both Echo and Keith Collins. Tell them that I intend to make them suffer, I intend to make them bleed, I intend to make their ribs a part of the cage. To put it simple, when they crawl out of that cage battered and broken, I will be on the ramp with one hand held high and the other holding the Torture Championship. You got that?"
"Yea...yes. Now please untie me."
"In due time."
Multi starts the toothbrush again and tickles Sasha.
"Now, ha ha ha, what's that for, ha ha ha?" Sasha asks laughing hysterically.
"Pure pleasure for me."
Multi continues to tickle Sasha while the other members stand and watch.
Read more: http://fantasysportschannel.proboards.com/thread/47/torture-funny#ixzz4Ed8957yb
