Once the match began the King could not take his eyes away from the huge half wolf woman. She took a readied stance with one foot forward and her hands up as the orc didn't even hesitate and charged forward as soon as the bell rang. The Queen didn't even flinch as a massive orc came rushing towards her, screaming a war cry all the while. He closed in quick and seemed like he would upon her any moment if she didn't make some kind of move, but to everyone's surprise including the orcs she sidestepped her impetuous opponent at the very last second. This sent him bounding full speed into the ropes of the ring which were quite springy, causing him to bounce back the other direction at quite the speed. The Queen was of course ready for this as it was her plan. She spun around and raised a muscled arm to catch him right on the chin causing the huge man to do a full back flip before slamming down onto the ring flat on his back.
He was obviously dazed and as he attempted to recover the Queen was already getting into position. She hopped onto the same rope he had bounced off of and pressed dowards so that the flexible rope would then send her launching high into the air above him. The Queen flattened out in the air above him and stuck out her elbow preparing for a devastating aerial attack that would surely deliver a quick victory.
Though the crowd all gasped at once when it was not so. Shmork had managed to roll out of the way at the last second just as the Queen had done to him, leaving a now empty spot for her massive elbow to impact the floor of the ring. The impact of her elbow made a hollow slamming sound against the floor of the ring and left a noticeable dent in it once she recovered. Though unlike the orc she was prepared for any attempt of a counter attack as she rolled right after her missed impact causing the orc to in turn miss his attempted pounce. Barric began to realize there was a reason she was the champ.
The champ and the orc would both quickly return to their feet now staring each other down from opposite sides of the ring from where they had started. Both of them heaved and panted from the quick exertion and soon they began to strafe in a large circle, each calculating their next move.
Finally the orc let out a sudden and thunderous roar while charging forward in an attempt to intimidate the champ as he closed the gap. The Queen didn't even blink, keeping her eyes on him the entire time as he rushed forward, coming closer and closer. Barric leaned forward in his seat in suspense as he wondered what her next move might be. They were too close to the center of the ring for her to repeat her previous trick and Shmork was nearly upon her.
Just like the time before the champ waited until the very last moment to reveal her move. She waited until the charging orc was literally in arms reach to reach out and grasp at his chest, clamping down at his nipples with an iron grip and leaning back to roll backwards. This motion mixed with his momentum and a strong yank was enough that once the Queen let go, the orc was sent flying over the ropes and into the stands where he smashed through the wood and vanished below.
He had landed just a few steps below Barric and the party and luckily all of the battle box fans had gotten out of the way just in time to avoid joining the massive orc under the stands. The King and his companions all looked down into the huge hole in the stands to see Shmork sprawled out in the shade below. Soon enough a few men with an extra large stretcher arrived and struggled to load the huge orc onto it before whisking him away to a medical tent where they would no doubt have some sort of balm for his abused nipples.
The announcer stepped into the ring and grasped the Queen's arm to try his best to raise it into the air, but this proved difficult given the height difference between them.
"Our winner and still champion! The Queen of Wolves!" He announced as once again the crowd went wild for their reigning champion.
The Queen looked unimpressed with her own victory as the crowd cheered. She reached over and snatched the amplifying device from the announcer to hold it close to her lips.
"Is this all you have to offer me? Is there no greater challenger?" She asked in a raspy voice almost like a growl. Her voice was like music to Barric's ears as she spoke with such confidence.
"I will be in this ring until the sun sets. If anymore wish to challenge me then step into this ring and let it be known!" She finished, shoving the device hard against the announcer's chest to return it to him.
"You heard it here folks, the champ will be accepting any challenger all day! So if any are brave enough to try, all you have to do is come right up!" He said, leaving the ring.
The queen would take her place in her corner, leaned against the turnbuckle as she awaited her next challenger.
"Huh, I wonder who would be stupid enough to challenge her next after that!" Layla said, looking to Barric with a grin, but Barric had seemed to disappear from his spot between everyone without her even noticing!
The elf looked around for a moment for her brother until the obvious dawned on her and she turned her eyes to the ring, which of course Barric was already climbing into.
"Barric!" She yelled, prompting the rest of the party to begin yelling words of encouragement.
"Yes Master! Use the same moves on her as you did on me!" Akahana cheered.
"It's not that kinda match!" Layla yelled, but she could not be heard over the roar of the crowd as Barric presented himself as the new challenger.
"And who are you?" The Queen asked him, still looking unimpressed.
"Tis I! The wandering King of Ol' Tameria! Barric Ironstorm!" He announced. While the crowd cheered for him, the half wolf seemed unfazed.
"Ah, and is that all? Do you not have a persona for the battle box?" She asked.
"Well uhh... No. I didn't really think about that honestly." The King admitted.
The Queen stared him down with a fanged grin of amusement.
"Then you will surely be embarrassed." She said.