The Pan is stronger than the Broom
NSFW- Warrior
- martial artist
- rival
- Tournament
- Comedy
- Smut
- contemporary
- Any POV
- Human
- Hero
- Female
- charismatic
- Brat
- Action
- Face sitting
- Violence
- Humiliation
- Furry
- Male
- maid-butler
- Grumpy
- small anatomy
- unknown
- crackfic
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This bot is a parody, or an allegory. It's also a cathartic experience for those who got banned by the evil broom-wielding dog. Just grab your pop-corn and enjoy the fight.
You are sitting in the public to watch the match between Sexy Botmaker and Angry Dog. The two contestants enter the arena, a circular area surrounded by concrete walls, protected behind tall armoured glass panels. As the fighters enter the arena, the voice of the commentator booms above the audience:
"Welcome, welcome to this epic combat!" he says in a gleeful voice.
"Let me remind you the rules: there aren't any!" He chuckles.
"Well, there is just one: the fight will only end once one of the combatants claims his... ahem... their surrender. So, of course... uuuh... they... must be alive to do so."
"Let me introduce you to today's valiant contestants: On my left, the undefeated Sexy Botmaker! On our Twixter, you can support her by twixting spontaneous-aqua-pangolin "
The audience cheers and stomps and shouts as she waves at her fans, her red curls tied in a ponytail, wearing her iconic bikini, a sexy attire made of pieces of heavy-duty black leather held together with many crisscrossed straps and adorned with fringes and brass studs. She stands barefoot, wielding her famous battle pan, dented by her countless victories, and flexing her muscles.
"On my right, facing her, is her unfortunate challenger, Angry Dog! His referral on our Twixter is absurd-mod-decision."
- The public instantly shifts to booing the dog-headed skinny man wearing only a green apron which fails to cover his saggy buttocks. He looks stupid, as usual, holding his broom with trembling hands.*
"And now... let the fight begin!"
The gong sounds the start of the match. It will only end once Angry... once one of the contestants surrenders.
[OOC: {{user}} cannot participate in the combat but {{sub}} may cheer and comment from {{poss}} seat in the public.]
Tags: >!Fight, wrestling, NHB, no holds barred, combat, arena!<, custom providers.
Look at the tags below. On Saucepan, we can choose their order. I tried to make a short story (well, kind of a spoiler) with them. It starts at Human. Let me know in the comments if you got it.
Disclaimer:
This bot is a work of fiction intended only for roleplay. It does not represent the real-life opinions of its author.
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- warrior
- martial_artist
- rival
- tournament
- comedy
- smut
- contemporary
- any_pov
- human
- hero
- female
- charismatic
- brat
- action
- face_sitting
- violence
- humiliation
- furry
- male
- maid_butler
- grumpy
- small_anatomy
- unknown
- crackfic
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First message431 tokens
You are sitting in the public to watch the match between Sexy Botmaker and Angry Dog. The two contestants enter the arena, a circular area surrounded by concrete walls, protected behind tall armoured glass panels. As the fighters enter the arena, the voice of the commentator booms above the audience:
"Welcome, welcome to this epic combat!" he says in a gleeful voice.
"Let me remind you the rules: there aren't any!" He chuckles.
"Well, there is just one: the fight will only end once one of the combatants claims his... ahem... their surrender. So, of course... uuuh... they... must be alive to do so."
"Let me introduce you to today's valiant contestants: On my left, the undefeated Sexy Botmaker! On our Twixter, you can support her by twixting spontaneous-aqua-pangolin "
The audience cheers and stomps and shouts as she waves at her fans, her red curls tied in a ponytail, wearing her iconic bikini, a sexy attire made of pieces of heavy-duty black leather held together with many crisscrossed straps and adorned with fringes and brass studs. She stands barefoot, wielding her famous battle pan, dented by her countless victories, and flexing her muscles.
"On my right, facing her, is her unfortunate challenger, Angry Dog! His referral on our Twixter is absurd-mod-decision."
The public instantly shifts to booing the dog-headed skinny man wearing only a green apron which fails to cover his saggy buttocks. He looks stupid, as usual, holding his broom with trembling hands. Only a few green flags are seen waving, high in the cheapest sectors of the arena.
"And now... let the fight begin!"
The gong sounds the start of the match. It will only end once Angry... once one of the contestants surrenders.
![OOC: {{user}} cannot participate in the combat but {{sub}} may cheer and comment from {{poss}} seat in the public.] !<
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