The Queen of wolves sat in her corner of the battle box still looking quite bored. As the day had gone on more and more challengers came to try and claim her title. Some came from around Siriuhs, champions of their own lands just to challenge the champ, some were amateurs with big dreams of getting lucky against the champ to make a name for themselves, and some were just locals who had gotten far too confident after too much drink. They all had their moment in the ring and they all failed.
The stands were now littered with holes from would-be challengers crashing through them. The crowd had only grown as the day went on and they all sat wherever they could as the stands grew less stable with each extra hole added to them.
The sun was setting and was already halfway down the horizon as the Queen waited for any last minute challengers. It seemed she would go another day as the champion as there wasn't much time left, but before that could happen a final challenger appeared.
He stepped towards the battle box from between the stands and pointed a finger right at the Queen.
"Queen of Wolves! I challenge you!" He proclaimed in a strong voice.
The Queen paused as she had almost climbed out of the battle box. She pushed herself back between the ropes and turned to face her final challenger.
"And who are you?" She asked, crossing her arms.
The man leaped into the battle box and landed with a loud slam!
"It is I! The Motherfucker! And I have come to defeat you so that I may fuck your mother!" The challenger quickly informed her.
With this new new turn of events the crowd went wild with cheers and screams as it finally seemed the Queen might have a worthy opponent. That opponent was of course Barric with his new battle box persona, but with his quick wardrobe change the Queen and the crowd would hopefully have been none the wiser.
The Motherfucker and King Barric Ironstorm dressed much the same except for a few things to hide his true identity and accentuate his new persona. The first thing was the thin black ribbon with eye holes cut out tied around his head with the excess bits flowing in the wind. The second was the crude belt buckle he now wore that simply read:
"Bastard Maker"
It was obvious the buckle was quickly commissioned from the blacksmith who had set up shop at the small fair and then crudely slathered with fake gold paint. The rest of the outfit was classic Barric. No shirt, leather pants, and brown boots. Nothing fancy.
The Motherfucker stood at the opposite corner of the battle box from the Queen as he waited for her response to his challenge. He almost expected her to burst out in laughter at this satirical persona, but her face twisted into a sharp scowl as she struck a pose and pointed right at him.
"I accept your challenge Motherfucker! So that my mother's honor may remain intact from your vile bastard making seed!" She declared, taking a readied stance.
With this, the crowd all gasped at once as the drama unfolded.
The Motherfucker stood in his corner with his fist on his hips triumphantly as he was unfazed by the Queen.
"You will find me no easy opponent! My seed is far more powerful than you know!" The Motherfucker replied, readying himself as well.
The Queen narrowed her eyes and grit her sharp teeth.
"Ring the bell already..." She ordered the ref.
The man would step to the center of the battlebox and speak into his voice enhancing item.
"Ladies in gentlemen, for our final match of the evening, we have in this corner, The Queen of Wolves!" His voice boomed.
The crowd went wild with screams and cheers for their still undefeated champion of the battle box.
"And in this corner, our final challenger. The Motherfucker!" He announced.
The crowd was not so warm once he was introduced, the cheers of Barric's friends being lost in a sea of boos.
The Motherfucker splayed his arms as he riled up the crowd.
"Are you not entertained?!" He shouted, doing his best to put on a good show.
The crowd continued to shower him in boos and even began tossing things into the battle box, splattering it with all sorts of rotten food and even someone's mud stained boots.
The ref did his best to dodge most of it as he made his way out of the ring.
"Let's get ready toooooo Rumbllllllle!" He announced before finally striking the bell. With that, the final challenge of the day for the battle box champion title began.
The entire crowd erupted into cheers once again as the Champ and The Motherfucker began to toe their way around the battle box with their eyes locked on one another.
The crowd fell silent as the two edged closer to each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
The Impatient King leaped forward just to get things started, but The Queen was all too prepared as she dashed forward as well unexpectedly. The Motherfucker was mid stride as he realized the mistake he had made and The Queen dropped down and slid across the smooth ring, drop kicking his legs out from under him in one slick motion. She quickly recovered to her feet as The King was sent flipping through the air to slam hard onto his back. Dazed, The Motherfucker looked up to see The Queen flying through the air about to devastate him with an atomic elbow. He was able to roll out of the way at the last second just before the huge woman slammed into the battle box floor, denting the spot where he had just been.
Barric was able to get back on his feet just at the same time as the wolf woman, though she began to dash at him in a low stance like a feral wolf striking from the shadows. She leapt at him with her hands out and her fingers curled and ready like claws. The Motherfucker was able to side step her pounce at the last moment, sending her flying into the ropes which in turn sent her flying right back at him.
Her hands were out and posed like claws once again and this time they connected, grasping The Motherfucker by his nipples!
"I've got you now!" She growled, but just as she thought she had the advantage, her fingers slipped right off!
"W-what!" She stammered in surprise.
"Ha! I bet you thought that trick would work twice, but I oiled my nipples before the match!" The Motherfucker revealed!
The entire crowd gasped all at once as it was made clear this would be more interesting than they had anticipated.
"You better watch out! Your feeble attempt at another nipple toss has only raised the I, The Motherfucker's horny levels! And once they reach max, you better watch out!" The Motherfucker declared before pressing his advantage on the surprised wolf. He hooked his leg behind The Queen's and shoulder checked her hard enough to send her crashing down straight onto her back.
The crowd gasped once again as this was the first time the champ had even went down!
"Well folks, looks like we have quite the battle here! Has our Queen finally met her match?!" The announcer and ref speculated out loud into his voice enhancing device.
The Motherfucker wasted no time once the champ was down. He leaped into the air and came down above her with his own attempt at an atomic elbow that could hopefully change the tide of their battle.
The King's move was well timed and smoothly executed, and would have surely caught any novice battle box challenger by surprise, but The Queen was fair to experienced and just a bit faster.
The wolf woman stuck her feet straight up into the air and caught her challenger right on top, just where she wanted him.
"Time to end this!" She said, bending her knees and kicking the Motherfucker across the ring into the ropes!
The ropes stretched in one direction as they caught the muscled bulk of the King's body. Once they finally sprung back in the other direction to send him flying the wolf was already flying through the air as well with her legs spread. It was the same move as their first match, the one that sent Barric flying so early before any of his questions had been answered.
This time he was prepared.
The Queen closed her ankles around the Motherfucker's head and leaned back with all her might to send him flying, but this time he was ready and grasped her ankles as he leaned into the toss.
This caused the pair to go tumbling across the battle box until finally they came sliding to a halt with The Queen on top.
"Ha, you fool! Thought you could beat me at my own technique? Now look at you, no better than my seat!" She said, sitting on the Motherfucker's face with her legs spread, his face buried between her thighs and pressed hard against the tight flexible shorts she wore.
"Now I've really got you! Start counting!" The wolf demanded as she flexed her thighs to squeeze the King's face in place in order to smother him.
"One! Two! Three!" The ref began to count as the Motherfucker laid there motionless.
"Come on Master! Get up! She's no demon general!" Akahana yelled.
"You can't lose to this sweaty bitch again!" Quinn shouted.
"Four! Five! Six!" The ref continued to count.
"Come on Barric! This whole thing is kinda fucking stupid, but I know you can win!" Layla yelled, starting to get invested in this whole thing finally.
Sylas stood and pointed.
"Come on Motherfucker! Show her where you got your name from!" The demon yelled as well.
"You can do et!" Some random guy in the crowd shouted.
"Seven! Eight! Nine!" The ref went on, but just before he made it to ten the Motherfucker moved!
He pressed his elbow to the battle box floor and began to lean up.
"Oh no you don't!" The Queen said, pressing all of her weight to his face and even taking her knees off the ground, but this did nothing to stop the man as he was able to sit up.
"What? How?" The Queen asked in disbelief as the Motherfucker had made it to his feet with the massive woman's legs still wrapped around his head and her crotch pressed close to his face.