>>20965105“Oi, fuck you, blud!” ArKade springs toward the referee.
A sound much like the one made when Ash dropped the mic can be heard over and over as ArKade spears the referee to the mat, straddles her, and repeatedly bashes the mic into her head, prompting gasps from the crowd.
“Pussyole! Wastegal! Schitz! Are you dizzy blud!?” she screeches. “You must be a nitty if you think you can screw the Peng Princess of Piccadilly, and get away with that shit, blud! Bare gal been kweffed for less round my ends, swear down!”
An army of trainers rush from the backstage area and down the ramp, and when she spots them, ArKade ends her assault, rolling out of the ring before they reach her.
She backs away, grabbing her title as she passes the timekeepers area, before raising the now bloodied mic to her lips. “Oi, Ash. You won this battle, blud. But whatever stip you choose, just know I got a whole lot more venting to do, yeah? And I’m saving the rest for you!”
ArKade drops the mic and hops the barricade, disappearing into the crowd.
