Lisa’s Last Match
Inspired by @mortal shinobi
Story by @Sinbad
Art by @The Original Badger
The roar of the crowd overwhelmed Lisa Hamilton as she stood victorious over the cybernetic Raidou. While the villain was hard to get at, due to his constant battles against Kasumi and the rival clans, getting called out by a lowly Luchadora was too large of an insult to ignore. That didn’t matter to the scantily clad wrestler, still glowing from her impossible victory. Waving at her adoring fans while ignoring the fuming cyborg, La Mariposa joyfully hopped over the top rope with a graceful flip while the beaten Raidou seethed with hatred and immediately put a plan into motion to exact his revenge.
The athletic wrestler stepped out of her shiny sports car and headed around the back her spacious laboratory, already calling her friend Tina Armstrong to celebrate. Breathing the cool air of the snow-covered ground outside, the last thing on her mind was more trouble. Sipping a cup of hot tea, the barley covered scientist/wrestler grinned at the soothing background of her home away from home and sat down on a chair, eagerly kicking her covered feet up. Loosening the leather mask that concealed her identity, the Luchadora had nearly undone the complex system of straps and feathers when the cold ground beneath her booted feet began to rumble. Sighing and glancing at a monitor inside her workstation, the beaming fighter saw that something was coming.
Wrinkling her covered brow at the news, Lisa glanced around at her backyard and gasped as the brick in front of her split and opened up, the delicate stonework replaced by a massive, scaly hand and arm covered with sharp horns. Quickly thinking of what her unwelcome visitor could be, she didn’t get to ponder long as the rest of the creature climbed up from the ground. Glancing with eyes wide open, Lisa instantly took up her standard defensive stance and gasped as the ugly, pink head shook the dirt from its grotesque face and fat figure while it cleared the ground completely. Still paralyzed from shock, the wrestler was broken free by the creature’s loud bellow.
The deep grunts echoing out of the wide maw of the beast was joined by a gaggle of boos and catcalls from behind her, distracting the barely covered combatant. Glancing behind quickly, Lisa cursed and rolled her eyes as a posse of depraved and poorly dressed freaks assembled behind her laboratory. Looking back to the bPost too long. Click here to view the full text.