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

[SchierSchoch]

"Good evening everyone, tonight is a unique night, tonight one of the fine ladies that will be here to duke it out has made a statement regarding tonight, When I first came to LAW, I didn't see enough over the top extreme action, I also saw not enough explosions, and I heard a new chick was joining as well, rather than have an experienced fighter join the ring, I wanted someone fresh like me. I also told my manager that if he didn't set this match up, a certain individual was going to meet a suffering end, so this is how it's going to be, as absurdly violent as possible, focused less on skill and more on luck. err, yes, this is what she said, a issued response to our other female fighter, this match is... The Armageddon Survival Match!" A wave of anticipation rushes through the audience as the announcer makes his booming opening. "This match between two LAW newcomers is going to be one grand spectacle. Our lovely ladies for the evening are going into a caged arena, with barb wire both on the inside and outside of the cage and armed with spark bats. This is a no holds bar fight, pretty much anything goes. The winner must grab the briefcase, which is outside of the ring, via at certain point a ladder will be lowered. There will be explosions, fire, water, pit fighting, you name it, it will be here!" The stage is set and fear rising throughout the audience, but wanting to see something so profound and absurd, anticipation rising as everyone is on the edge of their seats awaiting for the fighters to come out and make their presence know. Do or die, this fight will be something for the ages.

[Ravenzero2000]

"Gal Gun" stood backstage listening to the announcer and staring at the wall, deep in thought. She had just arrived at LAW and while she was anticipating a match soon, this was rushing it. Her debut match would be something that even seasoned professionals would scoff at. And she was still a rookie. But it's not like she can just walk away...

"There's a life on the line," she whispered to herself. So there was no turning back, no running away. Sure, the world would keep on turning if she did but not to her. Not the same way. She bit the tip of her thumb, cursing in her head, before walking to the locker room to get ready. Whether she was prepared for the carnage or not it was going to happen. “Gal Gun” focused all her energy on her demeanor: calm and collected. After all, this was still a wrestling match. And wrestling is what she came here to do.

[SchierSchoch]

Adrenaline rushing through her veins as the moment has finally approached. Donning a look of actual triumph and lighting a literal match, this one mentally unstable individual makes her way towards the entrance of the arena. Excitement drooling from her lips as she sees the monolith of human destruction. As her theme song begins to play, in tune she says the lyrics aloud. We're all bitches. We're all whores. We crave attention like some wannabe stars. We're all posers. We're all Gods. Pretend we're perfect like some fucking attention whore. She somehow managed to get a microphone that is plugged in, so everyone gets to hear her singing the lyrics too. Some fake. Some fuck. Bend down and suck. Some pose. Come close. Slut overdose. Some crave. Some cry. Shut up and die. Some smile. Some lie. Fuck off and die In the audience one of the members just shakes his head and sighs, knowing this isn't going to end well and this individual will actually make people uncomfortable, regardless of what they think, she will continue to do her own thing. As making her way towards the opening of the cage, she starts maniacally giggling to herself, unaware that the microphone is still on. This is going to be exciting she thinks to herself, this is going to be fucking fun! Entering into the cage, she realizes that she still has her mic in hand. Issuing one last word before shutting it off, she may in fact shouldn't even say anything, but that's up for moral debate later. Yo! Opponent, get your fucking ass out here so I can see what you're made of! Unless you're a fucking bitch that can't handle some insanity, cause we're all bitches, we're all whores, we crave attention like wannabe stars! Haha, haha! Click, and the mic is turned off, the man in the audience just resents himself right now, hoping this woman doesn't seriously hurt the poor girl. In the back of his head thinking, maybe it would have been better to let her kill that one guy...

[Ravenzero2000]

The lights went out in the arena. Suddenly, "Gal Gun" Hafiza's entrance music hit and a lone spotlight illuminated her at the entrance. She traced her fingers across the tip of her fedora, then flicked it off causing the crowd to cheer. She put her hands in her pockets and waited for the fervor to subside. "Cool and collected." she thought to herself. "Gal Gun" began pacing back and forth, teasing no entry to the ring. Finally she brought out her own microphone.

"We're all bitches? We're all whores?" she recapped. "That's whatcha said, isn't it? Sure. I'm sure you like to think that...but the fact of the matter is: YOU are the bitch!" she said pointing her finger at the woman in the ring. "YOU are the whore! YOU are the attention starved bimbo that pitched this match to ME! So don't you go dragging everyone else down just because you can't take that." She paused for a moment to listen to the pop she was getting from the crowd. A crooked smile spread across her face as she knew this would more likely piss off her opponent.

"You know what? Go ahead and live in your denial. Go ahead and pack this match with whatever stipulations you can think of. When it gets down to it, it's just me, you, and your insecurities in that ring. This'll be cake."

[SchierSchoch]

I think I am going to have to kill this fucking bitch! In the audience, one of the attendees is just smiling to himself after hearing that comeback from the challenging opponent, but then catches the ire of Hidetsugu. Knowing full well that she cannot operate under the watchful eyes for too much longer, the unbalance chick makes a mental click in her head to switch gears into, The Sovereign's Prince. Heh, heh, listen girly, I am going to make you fucking cry tonight, I will not stop till I see tears and blood, and maybe I won't fucking stop anyways. With a different voice that isn't like Hidetsugu's, this altered self makes the proclamation towards the opponent with such rage, that if the bell did ring, she'd be charging. Glaring at the ref and sticking her hand out for the spark bat, The Sovereign's Prince only has one goal tonight, make the cunt scream. You know something girly, this match is more than you think it is, it isn't some death match setup by Hidetsugu, actually, it is a ode to someone else watching right now, someone ominous. Staring off into the audience and almost staring towards her manager, she sees a cloaked figure holding tightly a decrepit and hellish looking book. Yelling, Give me the fucking bat already ref, I want to show this bitch what I'm made of, and what she deserves for that little quip of hers! Paying no mind, that she is making the audience uncomfortable and her manager just shaking his head, she gets ready for takeoff.