Mortismere was interested to see that she had done nothing to change the colour of her left eye back to blue.


The two stared at each other... the tension was so high that even the ref in the ring looked at each of them and high tailed out of the ring and out of the pit. Suddenly as the bell struck, Mortismere walked forward and so did Charon. Mortis swung the first blow with his cut off hand-- but Charon ducked and went around the oversized demon. She analyzed Mortis, with that errie black eye, and immediately overtook him with a chop-block to his left leg. Mortis hopped around a little but then, even surpising Charon, drilled a brutal big boot through Charon with his right leg.

Charon gasped for air but she sat up quickly and snagged a hold of Mortis' tights- she then powers him forward and Mortis' smug ugly face smashed into a side of a turnbuckle. Charon leaps up and jumps on Mortis' back with a huge leap that seemed to be cybergentically enhanced. Charon, now 15 or 20 feet high up into the air, clubs Mortismere with her right fist making black blood drip from his forehead.... then suddenly, Mortis hangs onto her legs and drops himself backwards sending Charon's body pummeling to the canvas.

Mortismere wickedly snatches a hold of Charon's leg with his left hand and drags her to one of the edges of the apron... he swings her around, still on the canvas floor, and tries to push her head over the apron to the awaiting mechanical blades below..... while Charon is struggling to get free of Mortis' grasp, Mortis looms over her with a nearly orgasmic smile slapped on his face!


MM: Soon... very soon my dearist, you will experience what it feels like to have your body ripped a part!