Armageddon Survival - The Sovereign's Prince vs "Gal Gun" Hafiza

[SchierSchoch]

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"We have ourselves, ladies and gentleman, two ferocious fighters ready to fight head to head, bat to bat, locked here in this cage. Who will win? Will it be the dangerous and insane, The Sovereign's Prince or will it be the elusive, yet shy and cool tempered, "Gal Gun" Hafiza! The match will start shortly, ladies and gentleman be prepared for that bell, when it dings, let the spark show begin!"

[Ravenzero2000]

"Gal Gun" walked down the ramp towards the ring slowly and methodically. On her way, an official held out one of the barbed wire bats equipped with Spark Shower Explosives. She took it and held it in front of her. It took a decent amount of force to trigger the explosives but she couldn't tell just how many times one of these would go off. She slid the bat into the ring, but instead of following after it she went under the ring and pulled out two chairs. A table soon joined the list of items as did a couple sagging black bags.

She hesitated to add more since her unhinged opponent would have equal access to anything else she brought. But "Gal Gun" thought she needed any advantage she could get to keep this girl from straight up killing her. She put on a condescending smile and held up her thumb and index finger like a gun. She mimicked a shot and then she jumped up onto the apron, entering the ring.

She loosened herself up for a moment, then saw the massive, barbwire wrapped, steel cage descending over the ring. "Hoo boy," she said trying to play off the nerves that were surfacing. She winked at her opponent. "Let's go, attention whore."

[SchierSchoch]

So she thinks she will have an advantage huh? Fucking try me bitch! The Sovereign's Prince barks at her opponent. One look at the Prince and you would think she has nothing on her person, but that's where you would be wrong. She couldn't fully arm herself for war, due to her manager, Thompson disapproving on the amount of lethal force she is carrying, but relented enough and from fear of what she would do him. Undoing her jacket and showing Gal Gun what lay beneath her robes, with a twisted and perverted grin, the anticipation of pulling out her hidden weapons is making her drool. One of the stage members hesitated handing Hidetsugu a bat, knowing that look on her face as pure demented pleasure that is radiating from her, but seeing one look, the employee quickly hands her a bat and backs far away as possible.

Testing the weight in her hands and giving it a few practice swings, she looks as if she climaxed in her pants. The referee decided for his safety that it would be smarter to be outside of the ring when shit breaks loose. Hearing the bell sound once, then twice, and at last thrice. The Sovereign's Prince makes a mad, hellbent dash towards her opponent with a haze of rage and bloodmist in her eyes, swinging with as much force of her bat aiming to crack her opponent's skull for taunting her. Take this fucking whore!!! She bellows at the top of her lungs. Her manager just closes his eyes not wanting to witness what he thinks may happen.