>>20718352>[MADDOTAKO fell for it hook, line, and sinker.]ArKade's tactics to rile up the usually stoic champion proved too effective for the defending Intercontinental Title holder to handle, and in her toughest challenge to date, she fell. ArKade locked the TTFO in for a third time, and it was all MADDOTAKO could handle. There was no excuse she could make; she did not want to lose this match, but she did lose this match. And as MADDOTAKO taps and ArKade honourably releases the hold, The Mad Octopus is starfished in the ring, staring up at the blazing sun. The ring feels like it's a mile wide; an ocean to be lost in.
A dozen thoughts run through the mind of the now former Champion. Immediate rematch clauses; breaking her contract and going elsewhere; attacking ArKade now to give herself the future advantage. None feel right. She rolls to her feet, then kneels, then stands. ArKade celebrates on the turnbuckles with the Intercontinental Championship she now lays claim to. MADDITAKO firms her jaw, plants her feet, clenches her fists, and...
...puts her hands on her hips, and sighs. She is unsure if ArKade will even hear her over the roar of the Spaghetti Town crowd. They love these Kades, for some reason, and MADDO's performance here has surely not won her any fans. Still, she offers her congratulations.
["Well done. You have out swum the swimmer, out grappled the grappler. Ah, but in English."]
"You are za noo Champ. Con-grat-u-rations, Ar-Kay. Hold it wiss pride. I will fight my way. Back to you."
