Charon was really getting bored with Morty and his Caput Mortem’s, she automatically fell into a fighting stance, she ignored the blood dripping down from just above her left eyebrow but felt she could probably use a couple of painkillers for her pounding brain. Without a glance she struck rearwards with a swift back kick, punching a hole in the circling stinkbags which she went straight through. The stinker she kicked smacked into the mesh behind and then bounced onto the canvas out cold, she stomped on his head just to make sure. Then her attention was drawn to the small problem at hand; they all charged at the same time, with the same idea, swamp her and take her out. Charon on the other hand had one thought in mind – Kill Morty.

She caught the lead stinkers with a couple of quick, hard side kicks in the ribs, there was a satisfying crunching noise as she took out at least four or five ribs in the process. They fell sideways clutching their sides, Charon wasn’t wasting any time and immediately wound herself up and threw out a powerful and fast reverse turning kick, it took out at least four of the other stinkbags, all out cold or at least close to it, a couple went staggering away. That left another four, they didn’t seem quite so keen this time. Charon was rocking on her toes in fighting stance, waiting, and all thoughts of beating the Eagle now long gone from the front of her mind. They tried to spread out but Charon wasn’t going to allow that and moved with them, always making sure she could see them all. Stalemate. Charon made the first move, she went for the nearest stinker first, she caught him straight across the nose with a hard elbow, rendering him blind before driving a knee into his solar plexus so he collapsed to the floor wheezing. Two of the stinkbags were taken out by Morty as they tried to run back in the direction they’d come from and Charon took out the final one with a massive arcing axe kick to the top of the guys head, the shock from the blow forced the guys spinal discs to collide, he wasn’t going to be doing much moving at all, if ever again.

Morty and Charon stood facing each other, Morty was well aware that while the match was still on between herself and Eagle she wouldn’t be able to use any of her powers without severely draining herself.
He towered over her; she looked like a mouse would to an elephant. She had to make a decision, one she didn’t want to make and that hesitation cost her dearly. Mortismere grabbed her round the throat and lifted her high into the air, he held her there for a couple of seconds and stared at her, she stared back defiantly while trying to get some air into her lungs through her restricted wind pipe. Mortismere chokeslammed her down to the canvas, her entire body crashed through and underneath the ring. Eagle was frozen where he stood, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his opponent had just been killed, he was sure she must be dead.
Mortismere simply laughed and turned to leave. The whole arena seemed to stop and stare, willing something, anything to happen, for someone to help. Eagle rushed to the hole in the canvas as paramedics rushed from the back. He leaned over the hole, then almost jumped out of his skin as a battered and bloody figure started to emerge from the dust, he moved back as the whole arena simply stared in disbelief. Charon looked severely ticked off.
Morty turned back round, a small trace of shock registering on his face before anger took over.


“Why don’t you just lay down and fricking die?”


Charon grinned. Her teeth were covered in blood, her nose was bleeding, blood seemed to be pouring from a whole network of jagged cuts across the top and back of her head and her wrestling attire was completely shredded in places revealing huge gashes and cuts covering her arms and legs. Anything not bleeding was covered in dust. She climbed out of the hole with little effort, Eagle backed away towards the door of the cage along with the referee and Morty took a small step closer to the hole.


“Morty, I would f*cking live just to be f*cking awkward.”


She reached behind her and a gun materialised in the waistband of her shredded trousers. She pulled it round to the front of her.


“Eat lead you fat f*cker!”


Morty instinctively put his hand up in a defensive gesture, Charon wasn’t aiming high. She shot a red hot nail straight through his foot. Morty swore, calling her all the names under the sun. She laughed at him as he ripped his foot from the canvas, as he did this she loosed off another volley of nails all the way up his leg towards his crotch. He wailed this time and started to back away. Charon knew she couldn’t keep this up much longer, just conjuring the gun had taken a lot out of her.