>>10415412Turning her attention towards the stage, Bishamonta raised a curious brow towards the obese pizza-creator and consumer. Her mind was foggy attempting to recall the match in particular, and the comments about her derriere urged her to look back and check the size.
The War Goddess waited until Mamma had finished speaking, raising the microphone to her mouth, glaring across the arena towards her foe.
>Now that you are done wasting breath...>Prove you can do more than advertise. Get in this ring.>Once I am through with you, you can call for that yellow-toothed harlot and that ghost of a memory all you want...>It will not save you from the reality that is me.The microphone was tossed out of the ring, and there the Oni stood, waiting for Mamma Mia to come down and face her.
