Emma Frost (Challenge Mode)

Mojo was facing a problem. People didn't want **** games anymore! The state of interdimensional reality TV had changed. He had captured hundreds of mutants, but it didn't matter how he pit them against each other. Viewers weren't watching. He was deep in the red and he had one group to blame: the X-Men. They had spent so much time meddling in his affairs he had missed where the viewing public had gone! Well, if they had caused this problem, they were going to fix it. And he knew the first one to pick.

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"Hello everyone, and welcome to Bimbo! Or! Billionaire!" Spiral shouted to the crowd.

She was honored to be chosen by Mogo as the host of this new show. Still, she wished she could use her body shop, but he insisted that her methods would probably be too gross to see on-screen. She didn't see the problem. No, instead they use the combined powers of over a dozen captured mutants channeled through a high-tech collar. With enough mutant power anything was possible.

Spiral turned to the mutant currently wearing the collar. She was a thin thing with flowing blonde hair. She had large breasts and big hips. Normally, Spiral wouldn't immediately jump to that sort of thing, but she put it on display. She was in the middle of a meeting when they **** her and still she was wearing nothing but barely-there lingerie. She held herself much more confidently than many of Mojo's victims.

"Please give a round of applause to our first guest: The White Queen, Emmmmma Frost!" Spiral said with the top pairs of her hands in the air.

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Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her arms were crossed, which only served to push up her lace-clad breasts more.

"Emma," Spiral continued. "Do you have anything to say to our lovely audience?" Emma just sneered and seemed to try to bore holes into Spiral's head with her eyes, almost blowing a gasket in the process. "Ah, that telepathy won't work on me." Spiral tapped on the ridiculous horned helmet she wore with one of her fists. "Anti-telepathy helmet. Just like the Juggernaut wears. And everyone of our wonderful live audience members is behind an anti-telepathic glass screen, so don't even try influencing them. Now, I ask again, do you have anything to say to us before we start?"

"Bite me," Emma said, flipping off Spiral.

"Oooo, spicy," Spiral said. "Now let's explain the rules. We have ten punishment cases." Spiral pointed to the left with one of her four hands. There, each on their own little pedestal, was a silver suitcase. Each had a number on it from 1 to 10. "And ten reward cases." Spiral pointed to the right with another one of her hands, selling an identical setup except the cases were gold now. "Each round you'll get a random challenge from the wheel." Now Spiral pointed behind her with another one of her arms. "If you win the challenge, you get to open a reward case. Half of these cases are money you will get to take home with you, and the other half are special prizes that will make the game easier for you. If you lose the challenge, well, that means a punishment case. These have transformations and other changes that will affect you. Forever. That collar you're wearing" Spiral pointed to do it with her another hand. "Will see to it. Changing anything from your genetic makeup, to your history, to your mind. Now, spin. That. Wheel!" The entire audience cheered at that prompt.

"No." Emma said flatly. "I refuse." Spiral just shook her head.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Spiral nodded a cue to someone backstage and suddenly Emma dropped to her knees, crying out as the collar sent a wave of pain directly into her mind. "You WILL cooperate. Or not only will you never see your friends again, but all the mutants we have locked up we'll be sure to... liquidate." Emma looked up from the ground to stare directly into Spiral's face.

"Fine, you bitch," She spat through gritted teeth.

"That's the spirit!" Spiral said. "Now get off your knees like you just finished a blowjob, sashay over to that wheel, and spin it."

Emma did what she was told without much more fuss. She knew if she angered them too much they wouldn't see it as fierceness biting back against the system, but an annoying brat that needed to be dealt with. Besides, the X-Men would take care of her. Right? She went over to the comically-sized wheel and spun it with all her might.