POW Apex Qualifier - Huan Lei Brightspring vs Angelina Tarrant

[Rymiscuius]

One thing stronger than anything else was the damn headache. Havingher nose burst was manageable. Hell, even being opened up. Being smashed in the belly was a high interest loan due in six hours, but the fuckin’ headache was now, violent and vengeful. She didn’t end up reaching her nose, instead, her face was smothered by a hand, smushed into the canvas as she had mild fish lips. Her soft leg lifted, folded over Huan’s hand, bounced once as her boot trembled.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”

And again, Angelina came alive underneath the Sea Serpent, popping her far shoulder up with a hand that was reaching towards the lights. It ended up bending and going towards Huan’s face, grabbing her chin as Angelina peered with her head still curled back against the canvas. “Yaaaa…. Are…. Hot…”

[ThatPolishDude]

And again, Angelina proved too stubborn for her own good, breaking the pin just before the final count. Before Huan could retract her face was grabbed, with her opponent managing to even speak, what she said was the weirdest part. It was one thing to feel that way in competition but in the beatdown that it was, it was puzzling.

The reaction she had to it was far from positive, sending her forehead to collide with the Marauder's nose with a headbutt. That was shortly followed by Huan mounting her high on the girl's chest, pulling her head up not that far from her crotch before letting her head go as she started to send strike after strike at her.

[Rymiscuius]

The feeling in her fingers was coming back, just steadily. Huan’s face didn’t register much from the punch-drunk zonk state she was in, squeezing until her fingers went white on the knuckles, then blabbering the first thing that came to mind. For her troubles, her head whipped back into the canvas, her nose having been mauled and pain swallowed her whole face like some black hole. She squealed like a girl, then kicked and thrashed with her legs as she looked up, glassy-eyed, breath padding this girl’s tights before eating fists that looked like the size of her head. “E-Eek!! A-AGH! I-ITEH!!”

It came to a point where she was just getting beaten silly, with a fresh gush of red out her nose, and her mouth turned metallic. Two and a half pings off the canvas was how long it took until she just mustered her palms, covered her face the best she could. Yet it was just an egg in a pillow shell. Her brains still got scrambled. Then she kicked her legs off the canvas, rolling herself up and trying to hook her legs underneath Huan’s armpits, over the shoulders then pulled for all she got. It was hoped to send Huan onto her back, shoulders pinned for a sneaky pinfall attempt!

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan was laying down punishment, quite amazed with how much the redhead could take and still be at least somewhat conscious. Then as she was about to throw another strike, she found her arm stuck. It took a second for her to realize why and just as she did she was brought down to the mat for a pin attempt.

"One!"

The count started but Huan would quickly swing her legs to rotate out of her predicament, instead landing on her front before shuffling back and getting on one knee. "You really don't know when to give up, do you?" She asked her gathered opponent before darting forward and trying to stick her with a running knee straight to the face.

[Rymiscuius]

Memories of being pounded into the pavement, or canvas had one almighty connection. That when the strikes came loose, stopped, there’s a sense of being able to breathe. Like they had your heartbeat timed, and hit you when it wanted to pump, and your lungs inflate, then stopped as that fist beats it back down your throat and you’re left with this numbness. A ringing that dulls her ears, and she finds the world swimming in slow vibrations, sitting up, then holding a hand out to grab at open space. She went onto a knee, but she clearly didn’t have much clue on where she was standing. Whether she was even grounded. But she saw Huan. That fucking one-eyed rhino.

Both hands came up, guarding her face, and she bore that knee while trying to stand, right against the bones in the back of her hand. It crunched her face, snapped it back. The Marauder flew, but not as she should -- hitting her shoulder blades against the canvas, then back over, coming around to her knees before slinking back, her petite body slipping through the bottom and middle ropes. Like the snake, she slid, outside the ring where her legs flung over and she flopped on her stomach. The ringing didn’t stop. One shoulder peeled up, but when the other came stiff, she collapsed a second time, flat, gazing at the apron with her chin against the cold ground. She whined, tightened her eyes, curled her nose and bit her bottom lip as it shivered. She can see something underneath there. Just needed to use it…

[ThatPolishDude]

Seeing Angelina helplessly tumble and fall, Huan thought that might have finally done the trick and sent her to the dreamland. Just as she thought that her opponent rolled under the ropes, falling out of her reach to attempt the on. It didn't matter, she just had to collect the woman and get her back inside.

Going between the ropes and jumping down beside her foe, Huan would look down for a second. The Marauder looked audibly out of it at first glance and so she would reach down to try and pick her up before trying to send her back inside.

[Rymiscuius]

Colours and polka dots festered around her view. Pink, purple, red and green. It’s a fuckin’ christmas tree. Girl must’ve down a pint of eggnog with how loose she felt. Like she could wiggle her arm and have it weave, bend and jiggle in all directions. She still stayed down, reaching, sighting Huan drop down and having a panicked squeak, using her boot’s strength in grip to shoot herself forward -- disappearing underneath the apron. It’s dark, except for the slit near her shoulder.

She hit a row of pipes, arranged by size, small to big. The one closest to her was the size of her forearm. Perfect. The cool steel went into her hand with a sweaty clasp, taking aim and swinging blind for the brief breaks in light, hopefully Huan’s boots, where she could take a sneaky thwack into Huan’s ankle bone. And no one would be the wiser.

[ThatPolishDude]

Just as Huan was about to reach the little thief and bring her back in, she disappeared into the darkness below the ring, coaxing a groan of frustration out of Huan who leaned down, thinking she might just be able to grab the leg and pull her from hiding but her small form slid just far enough to be out of reach. "Just come out, it's not hide and seek." She said racing to the flaps to pull them up.

Just as her fingers closed around the fabric she heard an odd thwacking followed by a bright hot pain in her fingers before the object that was swung at her found her leg, catching on it and pulling the limb from under her as the shin bone creaked under the pressure of the blow. Losing her balance completely, Huan would fall gracelessly to her side, rolling to her belly and trying to reach the stairs to pull herself back up while her leg throbbed with pain