Boss Gojira


US Angel grins and shakes hands with the Japanese team of heroines known as the Bubblegum Dolls... "Like hey... nice to meet you girls... I hear you're almost as famous here in Japan as like... I am..." posing with a smirk and her ample chest thrust out proudly... "And I heard you could use a little help with this Boss Gojira... don't worry... US Angel is on it!"

The Bubblegum Dolls frowning... "Our honored guest should perhaps stay behind and familiarize herself with our facilities... our villains are no joke... and Boss Gojira is one of the toughest of them all..."

US Angel shakes her head of blond hair and waves a dismissive glove... "I'm sure you have like all the finest gadgets... but you wouldn't have called in the cavalry..." she spins her staff and salutes... "Unless you needed me to go get this guy for you... just watch and learn how we kick ass in America!"

The Bubblegum Dolls shrugging as you head out onto the streets... heading towards the area where Boss Gojira has been operating his protection racket... terrifying innocent store owners...

US Angel runs along the sidewalk in her familiar costume... white leotard with flag emblem... smiling and waving to bowing fans... "Like cool beans... these people really appreciate me being here... now I just need to find this Boss Gojira and turn him over to the Bubblegum Dolls..."

A commotion coming from a nearby alley... as you spot a big man in a black suit pummeling a helpless restaurateur... obviously unable to make the payments... the big man flanked by a set of three ninjas... standing in plain sight... presumably to intimidate...

US Angel dashes toward the altercation on stout legs... flipping into the air... spreading her arms and deploying her costume wings... gliding over the ninjas to land right in front of the big man... pointing her red white and blue staff... "Unhand that poor man this instant... US Angel is her to like put an end to these strong arm tactics!"

The big man dropping the hapless restaurateur... and raising his head to reveal a hideous face... covered with lizard scales... Boss Gojira evidently having skin as tough as his cinematic namesake... unleashing a blast of flame from his mouth as he roars at you... not knowing any English... but fluent in the language of violence...

US Angel 's eyes widen as she sees the inhuman face... her jaw dropping as he shoots the tongue of fire at her... unable to do anything but throw up gloved hands to protect her face until the blast passes... spinning and swinging her staff at the manster's head even as she realizes her costume is on fire...

The ninjas rushing forward... aiming a barrage of kicks and punches from all sides... even as the staff slams into the monster-man's head... and rebounds... leaving him none the worse for wear under his tough lizard hide...

US Angel gulps as her blow fails to drop the Boss... forced to engage the three ninjas... engulfed in flames from neck to toe... ducking... spinning... whacking... kicking... oophing... grunting... staggering... as the ninjas give as good as they get... pieces of her burning costume flying in all directions...

The kicking from the ninjas helping to put out the flames... but not leaving much of your costume... as you try and put them all down for the count... one ninja sent flying... then another... the third aiming a brutal kick to your ribs...

US Angel is doubled over by the ninja's kick as the last bit of flames are extinguished... leaning her only blue gloves, white footies and a panty-shaped sheath of tights that were beneath her leotard as she staggers awkwardly backwards against a wall... a sick look of recognition coming to her face as she realizes she's not backed into a wall... but rather the waiting arms of Boss Gojira... “Like oh shit...”

Gojira wrapping his arms around you and squeezing... like an anaconda constricting... lifting you right off the ground in the tightening grip... that puts your ribs under extraordinary pressure... even as the remaining ninja advances to aim a kick between your kicking thighs...

US Angel squeals as she is lifted... her jutting tits pushed upwards by the squeezing arms... her stout legs flailing as they come off the ground... any air left in her lungs exiting as the vicious kick nails the nylon-clad shape of her pout... twitching... unable to breathe... eyes bulging... the snap crackle pop of ribs cracking... eyes blinking... head lolling to jiggling boobs...

The ninja using your breasts like speedbags as Gojira tightens his lethal bear hug... cracking one rib at a time... his hot breath in your ear promising a fiery end at any moment...

US Angel struggles to maintain consciousness... as Gojira and his ninja work to destroy her... Angel unsure of her Japanese... but thinking she hears the Boss say something like... "Make example... beat proud American heroine to death... send message to Bubblegum Bitches..."

The ninja complying... aiming brutal kicks at every exposed inch... slamming into your pout again and again... even as Gojira tightens a scaly fist around your throat... cutting off your air...

US Angel gurks as the reptilian claws tighten about her throat... her bruised boobs jumping wildly about... as the ninja measures another kick at her already swollen pout... her whole body lurching... eyes rolling back... unsure if the last thing she hears as she slips into darkness is real... or simply her imagination... the signature "hata" of the Bubblegum Dolls on the attack...

You come to on a paramedic's stretcher... being loaded into an ambulance... Boss Gojira out for the count... and surrounded by victorious Bubblegum Dolls... the press having a field day... both with their triumphant heroes... and salacious shots of your battered body...

(May 2010)