>>10523154Withdrawing another sliver of wood that found itself prickling her arm, the appearance of Duna Sands standing before her soon registered. Golden hues followed up the Queen's body, until they rested on the sunglasses-adorned face.
Like a glacier, Bishamonta rose, soon towering over her opponent. Every word she spoke, challenging for another match, the LAST match as it should be, to determine who was best, began to rile that fervor in her again. When, at last, Duna was finished spouting her scorching vitriol, the microphone was swiped from her, held up to the Red Oni's lips.
One breath, then another, leaving the crowd on edge as to her reply. Then, it came.
>Duna Sands... I refuse.She lowered the microphone, uncaring to the audience's response, only to raise it back up again.
>The next show... We will settle this once and for all, as you say.>You have set the War Goddess on the path towards conquest. No matter who comes out with the World Heavyweight Championship at the end of this event, I intend to challenge them as my divine right.>I EARNED my place, the first time, at When Waifus Collide.>If you have what it takes to claim that place from me... Then the next show, prove it.>Why wait another month. Prove you have what it takes to defy me, Duna Sands!A firm, powerful shove was given to the Queen of the Beach, giving some distance between the two, and out Bishamonta went from the ring and back up the ramp. She needed to heal, to be cleansed of her injuries.
(Was asleep by the time this came out, apologies for the delay in posting.)
