Charon scrambled to her feet a sadistic grin twisting her lips.

"Sex yes, the other bits well..."

She dropped her gaze towards his groin, his eyes also followed, as did the thousands of people in the arena and watching at home.

"Hardly what I'd even call man sized to be honest. Where'd you buy that little maggot? Was it a reject from the bait shop?"

As she talked she inched closer towards where the nailgun had fallen, her eyes locked with Mortismere's, she could see he was getting angrier with every word.

"I bet when you were a kid your parents used to let the little baby fish gobble on it in the hope it might get a bit bigger."

She snickered.

"You know what else? I am going to kick your fat, cross dressing butt and get revenge for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING you have ever done to me and my family. I know why you ordered this to be a Hell frozen over match, you thought it would give you a psychological edge, WRONG! You just made me madder than the fires of Sheol. Oh and I found your other...."wardrobe" You need to get a personal shopper, the crotchless panties are just so....tasteless!"

Mortismere's rage boiled to the surface and Charon made a suicidal dive at the nailgun, sliding across the ice that had formed on the matting, grabbing the gun and sliding to a stop just before the turnbuckle. She rolled over onto her back, her breath sending out white clouds. She glanced quickly at the glass sides and the memory of the icy fingers working slowly up the inside of the cube and her reckless battle with DA many years ago welled up into her mind.
She could feel rather than see Mortismere stamping across the ring to where she lay, she looked up at his ugly, evil face drooling down at her, the twisted features hell bent on destroying her body and mind. Then again, she'd been here before, she remembered the time she had spent having to do Darkspades bidding for 30 days before she had managed to destroy her own body to rid herself of the dark control they had all had on her.
She took aim upside down and fired a volley of nails into Morty's crotch, she rolled sideways and carefully stood upright, the ice was now getting exceptionally thick on the matting and even through the purpose built thermal suit she could feel the first fingers of cold creeping in.
Morty reeled backwards cussing and swearing he would kill her and trying to pull the nails from his genital region. She slid round behind him and drove the gun hard into the back of his knee's causing him to fall face first, the ice undermining Morty's foothold as well as her's. She slid backwards until her feet hit against the side of the cube and it was a couple of minutes before she managed to get up. Finally, she stumbled and slid to her feet, Morty was also having the same problem, his size making it much more difficult for him to retain his footing on the icy mat.