>>9924999After many grueling years she was presented with a beautiful golden belt by the loathsome pasta-monsters, not being able to communicate with her captors she was unaware of the belt’s significance and assumed it was just something to mark her status as queen of the arena.
After possessing the belt for many years she found that she was somehow able to communicate with the pasta-beasts, what’s more she could hear the whispers of their blasphemous gods.
No queen reigns forever and she eventually relinquished the belt to another young gladiatrix, surpringly she discovered she was still able to hear the whispers.
Over thousands of years she saw the belt pass through hundreds of hands; some it drove insane, some it drove to commit unconscionable acts of evil, and some it inspired to greatness.
One day the pasta-monsters vanished and their great city fell into ruin.
All that remained of their number was the high priest rumoured to be an avatar of the spaghetti god himself, the bark of Azathoth ______ (Miss USAnon, please give me of spaghetti dog’s true name!)
Still women competed for the belt, as if they were compelled to by some otherworldly force.
Matrona, as she had dubbed herself, sought out other possessors of the belt who had used the belt to serve mankind, not exploit it.
Together they founded what would become the dojo of death where exceptional girls with pure hearts would be trained to carry the golden burden.
I know, I know, real hokey schizo shit.
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