Post by hxcprincess on Oct 6, 2008 20:35:15 GMT -4
We begin our broadcast with a focus on the horrifyingly sexy Kristina Blackwell. Those lucky enough to see this footage are witnessing quite a sight. Kristina stands showing off her lovely long fair legs. Her most delicious parts were barely covered by a short plaid skirt and a button-down blouse. Her black hair framed her face, making her Blackwell-blue eyes seem even bluer. Now, as unbelievable as she looked, that was not the shocker. That was the black leather strap she held in her right hand, more shocking still was that the strap led into a leash. What was more shocking even still was what was attached to that leash. Or better yet, who. A name could not be put to this person yet at least but it was a girl. An attractive young woman posed on her knees with her hands on her thighs like a good girl. Her mouth was covered with a piece of duct tape, on which was drawn a pair of red lips in what could only be Sharpie. And despite this shocking situation, Kristina stood not phased for the camera. And then, when she spoke, it was like Satan had just set a few souls free.
“Spirit. I thought long and hard about what I would say to you, and I’m sure I’ll come up with quite a bit as this goes along but since listening to your ramble all I can think to say is FUCK, SHUT UP! Ok so after beating your dead horse for what felt like 3 hours did you need to take a nap? I mean it, how do you expect to fight me without any energy or air in your lungs? Yes, Spirit, we understand. You’re hardcore. You’re a woman. Roar your mighty ol’ roar, it’s nothing new to anyone anymore. It’s always the same with you butch dykes isn’t it? Well ya don’t scare me sweetheart.”
As Kristina pauses the camera displays a terribly awkward silence, being that Mistress Kristina’s…friend remains by her side, leash wrapped around our girls fist. The camera frame literally double takes, going from Kristina’s face, to the girl on the floor, then back again. Kristina realizes (finally) what everyone else has had trouble taking their eyes off of.
“Alright alright. I suppose I can introduce you to her but after that can you PLEASE stop staring at her so much? She’s not that important.” There was another awkward silence. “Isn’t that right Kansas?” Kristina side kicked her a little and the girl made a few muffled noises before shaking her head yes.
“Pardon me..” The cameraman felt like speaking up. “Why do you call her Kansas?”
“Because, silly. That’s where I found her. She’s my new pet. Can we move on please?” She sighed and brushed her hair back with her fingers. “Spirit, honeykins…Let me take a moment to address your valid points, however few. Firstly, yes. I admit that when I came to APW I was a disheveled moronic version of my former glorious self. So let me say once and for all, thank you. Thank you for kicking the shit out of my deluded self. But it’s about time you got over it. Because since then, you seen me at any shopping malls? Do I look like a dumb bimbo any longer? You were very helpful in bringing me back but I’m not the very greatful type. I still think you’re a waste of tits and ass, and most certainly a waste of brain space. So step down off your high horse and fight me like the manish joke you are. Your next almost valid point was that I made a claim to beat your deserving ass raw and didn’t hold up on it until now. I’m going to tell you why that is, and there are two reasons. One reason is for now…the other reason is for later. You following me sweetheart? Reason number one would be that I was recovering from a stupid vacation at the mall, and was nowhere near ready to step into the ring with you. Don’t take that as too much of a compliment because trust me, it isn’t. And I didn’t mention it because I didn’t care that much! Get it?”
Kristina laughed, but apparently she was the only one who got the joke. So, like a crazed villain she yanked on the leash of her unwilling companion…hard. And the girl only known as Kansas began to laugh horrid sounds through her duct taped mouth.
“Better. Now there was one other thing you said that interested me. And let me be very very clear, my interest was extremely minimal. But you mentioned the Church of Kaos.”
Kristina laughed again, and this time Kansas looked worried and began to laugh unprovoked. That is, until Kristina kicked her in the side and she silenced.
“Spirit, honey. There is no Church of Kaos. There hasn’t been. You fools never understand this about my dear Kenny. It is his name that you thrive on. But that only works when he’s actually around. Since he left, you, Spirit are the only person to even remember the so-called Church. Meanwhile, the man who started it is living a pathetic life mourning his beloved and raising his child. With no God there can be no church. So you denouncing your stable means nothing and only makes you look more foolish. But that’s what you are after all, a fool. Now let’s not forget that you disappeared and as far as I’m concerned we were all doing just fine. But…am I forgetting something?”
Kristina put a hand up to her chin in a puzzled way, eyes cast upward. “Ah yes, yes. The reason you want to fight me so bad. Your sweet Diana. You all loved her very much, didn’t you? Well I’m your house psychiatrist and I’m here to tell you that she was an unstable ticking time bomb. When I sent her away to Belle Vue it was only her first time. She went again, did she not Spirit? Was she not the perfect fit for their facilities? One of these days her time would come and no matter what it wouldn’t have been pretty. Who knows, maybe that dumb slut would’ve been better off staying in Belle Vue, maybe that way she wouldn’t have been able to get herself knocked up again. Maybe then Kenny would still be a champion, as he was MEANT to be. And maybe then you’d be able to see your friend again, if only on supervised visits. I say Diana’s lucky she’s dead. If she’d lived much longer, and the news of her lies and secrets seeped out all over…she would have killed herself. Kenny would turn on her, and you. Yes you Spirit. You would turn on her, because I can feel you judging her deep down for what she did. Your shameful feelings radiate from every pore on your body. And let me tell you something Spirit…if she was still alive now, and everyone had turned their backs on her I would have had the common decency to kill her off. Put her out of her God Damn misery. So I guess you could say I’m Diana’s real best friend, eh? Let’s just shorten the equation for your simple mind. I killed Diana Steel Lambardo. Just focus in on that as much as you can Spirit.”
Kris raised her hands to her chest, and in doing so yanked the leash on Kansas who’s head jerked from side to side.
“I can almost see you right now, in your most glorious moment, standing strong on the outside but on the inside you’re just a scared little girl who misses her friend, clutching your blade in your hand, reminiscing old bad habits. And now, remember how I told you there was a second reason I didn’t mention anything before now? Well here it is girl, try to breathe and listen carefully. It was all part of the plan, m’dear. I wanted to drive you just as crazy as your pathetic little friend. I thought it would be nice to do you both in, in just the same way.”
Kristina smiled and simply walked out of the room, dragging her crawling pet person behind her. And, possibly to save sanity, APW cuts to a commercial.
When we return we see and awkward scene. Kristina and her pet Kansas are standing (well, Kansas is technically kneeling) before Trevor Blackwell in all his bandaged glory. Trevor has his fist up under his chin, eyes squinted at the scene before him. Kristina folds her arms and waits for a response. Finally, The Career Killer speaks.
“So…are you…gay now? Or something?” He seems stumped, but not too surprised.
However, Kristina seems to have no idea what he means by the word “gay”. “Um…no. She’s just my pet.”
Still confused, he attempts to adjust. “Ah…ok.” He leaned in a little closer, reaching out a hand. “Could I…touch her?”
Kristina yanked back on the leash, causing Kansas to fall backwards. “No. She’s coming to help me finish my workout for tonight.”
“Well, alright. You’d better make it a good one.” His voice still sounded skeptical, yet a little more curious as he watched his sister drag off a battered and attractive girl out of the room. On her way out, Kristina stopped dead in front of the camera. She leaned in close, so just her striking face was visible.
“Correction. Spirit. Tara. Jacobs. WILL. Die.”
Darkness
“Spirit. I thought long and hard about what I would say to you, and I’m sure I’ll come up with quite a bit as this goes along but since listening to your ramble all I can think to say is FUCK, SHUT UP! Ok so after beating your dead horse for what felt like 3 hours did you need to take a nap? I mean it, how do you expect to fight me without any energy or air in your lungs? Yes, Spirit, we understand. You’re hardcore. You’re a woman. Roar your mighty ol’ roar, it’s nothing new to anyone anymore. It’s always the same with you butch dykes isn’t it? Well ya don’t scare me sweetheart.”
As Kristina pauses the camera displays a terribly awkward silence, being that Mistress Kristina’s…friend remains by her side, leash wrapped around our girls fist. The camera frame literally double takes, going from Kristina’s face, to the girl on the floor, then back again. Kristina realizes (finally) what everyone else has had trouble taking their eyes off of.
“Alright alright. I suppose I can introduce you to her but after that can you PLEASE stop staring at her so much? She’s not that important.” There was another awkward silence. “Isn’t that right Kansas?” Kristina side kicked her a little and the girl made a few muffled noises before shaking her head yes.
“Pardon me..” The cameraman felt like speaking up. “Why do you call her Kansas?”
“Because, silly. That’s where I found her. She’s my new pet. Can we move on please?” She sighed and brushed her hair back with her fingers. “Spirit, honeykins…Let me take a moment to address your valid points, however few. Firstly, yes. I admit that when I came to APW I was a disheveled moronic version of my former glorious self. So let me say once and for all, thank you. Thank you for kicking the shit out of my deluded self. But it’s about time you got over it. Because since then, you seen me at any shopping malls? Do I look like a dumb bimbo any longer? You were very helpful in bringing me back but I’m not the very greatful type. I still think you’re a waste of tits and ass, and most certainly a waste of brain space. So step down off your high horse and fight me like the manish joke you are. Your next almost valid point was that I made a claim to beat your deserving ass raw and didn’t hold up on it until now. I’m going to tell you why that is, and there are two reasons. One reason is for now…the other reason is for later. You following me sweetheart? Reason number one would be that I was recovering from a stupid vacation at the mall, and was nowhere near ready to step into the ring with you. Don’t take that as too much of a compliment because trust me, it isn’t. And I didn’t mention it because I didn’t care that much! Get it?”
Kristina laughed, but apparently she was the only one who got the joke. So, like a crazed villain she yanked on the leash of her unwilling companion…hard. And the girl only known as Kansas began to laugh horrid sounds through her duct taped mouth.
“Better. Now there was one other thing you said that interested me. And let me be very very clear, my interest was extremely minimal. But you mentioned the Church of Kaos.”
Kristina laughed again, and this time Kansas looked worried and began to laugh unprovoked. That is, until Kristina kicked her in the side and she silenced.
“Spirit, honey. There is no Church of Kaos. There hasn’t been. You fools never understand this about my dear Kenny. It is his name that you thrive on. But that only works when he’s actually around. Since he left, you, Spirit are the only person to even remember the so-called Church. Meanwhile, the man who started it is living a pathetic life mourning his beloved and raising his child. With no God there can be no church. So you denouncing your stable means nothing and only makes you look more foolish. But that’s what you are after all, a fool. Now let’s not forget that you disappeared and as far as I’m concerned we were all doing just fine. But…am I forgetting something?”
Kristina put a hand up to her chin in a puzzled way, eyes cast upward. “Ah yes, yes. The reason you want to fight me so bad. Your sweet Diana. You all loved her very much, didn’t you? Well I’m your house psychiatrist and I’m here to tell you that she was an unstable ticking time bomb. When I sent her away to Belle Vue it was only her first time. She went again, did she not Spirit? Was she not the perfect fit for their facilities? One of these days her time would come and no matter what it wouldn’t have been pretty. Who knows, maybe that dumb slut would’ve been better off staying in Belle Vue, maybe that way she wouldn’t have been able to get herself knocked up again. Maybe then Kenny would still be a champion, as he was MEANT to be. And maybe then you’d be able to see your friend again, if only on supervised visits. I say Diana’s lucky she’s dead. If she’d lived much longer, and the news of her lies and secrets seeped out all over…she would have killed herself. Kenny would turn on her, and you. Yes you Spirit. You would turn on her, because I can feel you judging her deep down for what she did. Your shameful feelings radiate from every pore on your body. And let me tell you something Spirit…if she was still alive now, and everyone had turned their backs on her I would have had the common decency to kill her off. Put her out of her God Damn misery. So I guess you could say I’m Diana’s real best friend, eh? Let’s just shorten the equation for your simple mind. I killed Diana Steel Lambardo. Just focus in on that as much as you can Spirit.”
Kris raised her hands to her chest, and in doing so yanked the leash on Kansas who’s head jerked from side to side.
“I can almost see you right now, in your most glorious moment, standing strong on the outside but on the inside you’re just a scared little girl who misses her friend, clutching your blade in your hand, reminiscing old bad habits. And now, remember how I told you there was a second reason I didn’t mention anything before now? Well here it is girl, try to breathe and listen carefully. It was all part of the plan, m’dear. I wanted to drive you just as crazy as your pathetic little friend. I thought it would be nice to do you both in, in just the same way.”
Kristina smiled and simply walked out of the room, dragging her crawling pet person behind her. And, possibly to save sanity, APW cuts to a commercial.
When we return we see and awkward scene. Kristina and her pet Kansas are standing (well, Kansas is technically kneeling) before Trevor Blackwell in all his bandaged glory. Trevor has his fist up under his chin, eyes squinted at the scene before him. Kristina folds her arms and waits for a response. Finally, The Career Killer speaks.
“So…are you…gay now? Or something?” He seems stumped, but not too surprised.
However, Kristina seems to have no idea what he means by the word “gay”. “Um…no. She’s just my pet.”
Still confused, he attempts to adjust. “Ah…ok.” He leaned in a little closer, reaching out a hand. “Could I…touch her?”
Kristina yanked back on the leash, causing Kansas to fall backwards. “No. She’s coming to help me finish my workout for tonight.”
“Well, alright. You’d better make it a good one.” His voice still sounded skeptical, yet a little more curious as he watched his sister drag off a battered and attractive girl out of the room. On her way out, Kristina stopped dead in front of the camera. She leaned in close, so just her striking face was visible.
“Correction. Spirit. Tara. Jacobs. WILL. Die.”
Darkness
