W Y V E R N vs ̶L̶e̶o̶n̶i̶e̶ ̶B̶o̶w̶e̶n̶ - Falls Count Anywhere

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Re: W Y V E R N vs ̶L̶e̶o̶n̶i̶e̶ ̶B̶o̶w̶e̶n̶ - Falls Count Anywhere

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You can't become a world-renowned master thief for the modern age without learning how to read a crowd. Not that this crowd of one was a locked tome. It didn't take long for that chill to smother the sunny ocean day. The Impossible turned her back to ol' Wyvie, and even she could feel it. Save for one spot, of course: The back of her head, where she could feel her soon-to-be-opponent's burning gaze. If things went on like this, she'd become the second black-clad roof-runner in history to get killed by an Omega Beam. Thankfully, the referee decided to spare her from that grisly fate, albeit with a little prodding from Wyvern. The bell rang, and the Impossible turned around.

"Ahaah! Then we shall do--"

Ka-thump.

"Gyaaaah!" Hell of a clothesline, that. It slammed into the Impossible's torso, sending pink over black over pink, tumbling off the ringpost. Thankfully she was an avid freerunner. The way her shoulders bounced off the steel steps didn't matter. Neither did the subsequent ass-meets-floor thingy. Tuck and roll, baby. Thanks to those three words, none of those bad beats hurt at all. Nope. Not. At. All.

"Guuuh..."

Still, the Impossible rolled onto her stomach and started to crawl away. Still wincing (for no reason but comedic effect, mind you!), she stowed the glove away for safekeeping between her attire and her breast. Right where the hand of a beautiful lady -- lass? -- like Wyvern should be. "Sheesh!" she shouted. "What's your problem?" All the while, she was rummaging for something else. She was hurt and downed. No doubt Wyvern was bearing down on her. Impy needed a getaway plan -- fast. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Right when Wyvern got to her, the Impossible would flip herself right-side-up and clap two small pellets together!

"Aha! Smoke bomb!"

The Impossible would disappear in a puff of grey and white! Before the smoke cleared, though, Wyvern would hear a voice, loud and clear off to the side:

"As I was saying -- It's just a glove! I bet you have a hundred of them. Maybe a thousand! Just... some obscenely large even number of them."
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Re: W Y V E R N vs ̶L̶e̶o̶n̶i̶e̶ ̶B̶o̶w̶e̶n̶ - Falls Count Anywhere

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Wyvern is not, as far as these things go, a particularly graceful wrestler. While she has the necessary skill and strength to clear the top rope of the ring and bring her opponent down, she has nowhere near the agility to make any kind of landing afterwards. In her current state of incandescent fury, the Irish hellion could hardly care less about consequences. Driving her arm into the Impossible's belly with a satisfying exclamation of surprise and pain from her opponent, Wyvern separates from the thief in midair and, despite mercifully missing the stairs, lands heavily on her side. It's only due to luck and absurd durability that nothing breaks. Before she's even regained her wind, Wyvern is already climbing to her feet, pure rancor suppressing any hindrance from pain.

Stomping closer to the downed Impossible, Wyvern prepares to pound her into the flooring before the graceful thief ceases playing possum and transitions an impressive flip into an obscuring cloud. Sensing her opponent has already escaped, Wyvern takes a moment to reassert control over herself, taking a few smoky breaths in and honing her senses to detect any trace of the Impossible. This quickly proves easier than expected when the spandex-clad acrobat's voice emerges right next to her. Swiveling her body, Wyvern reactively throws a full force punch towards the sound of the voice. But where conscious thought fails, instinct takes over. She was too close. She had been evasive, trying to keep out of reach. It was all too convenient. Moreover, the silhouette, barely visible through the clearing smoke, was a little too tall, the vague shape wrong.

Wyvern stops her fist shy an inch of an unsuspecting cameraman's nose, trying only to provide vision to the viewers at home through the smoke. Paralyzed in surprise, the man makes no effort to stop her as she grabs him by the shirt and hauls him a little closer before reaching into his breast pocket and withdrawing...a small bluetooth speaker.

Typical.

Roughly shoving the camerman away, Wyvern holds the speaker up and looks around for any sign of her flamboyant adversary.

"Was this expensive? Or did you just steal it, too?"

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Funny what a little cornstarch could do. For the low, low price of one bulk order from the nearest superstore, a master thief could get set up to slip into the shadows at a moment's notice. Nothing short of night-vision goggles or superpowers could beat this low-tech trick -- and the Impossible guessed that Wyvern had neither.

Sadly, our lass of the hour had just enough fight sense to stop herself from plowing a fist into a poor crew member's face. All that was left when the thick white cloud dissipated was the raw-red fury written in Wyvern's eyebrows. The Impossible tossed her lavalier mic overboard, giving the crowd one last sploosh before her little misdirection died a short-circuity death. "Poo," she said.

She fumbled around her for a moment before finding exactly what she needed to kick this up a notch. Pool noodles! Immediately the crafty thief set to work. Once she'd torn a floatie in half, she charged out at her rather annoyed-looking foe, and-- "WATCHAAA! Sneak attack!" Two pieces of foam thwacked the Irishwoman, one across the rump and the other across the small of her back. Impy kept low, tucking her momentum into a roll and a kip before skittering back out of Wyvern's range.

And right into a block of the audience. She leapt the barricade, planted her palm on a poor baldy's shiner, then tiptoed across the tops of their metal chairs like it was a balance beam. Finally, she turned. Arms up. Ta-daa, motherfuckers!

"Please," she said. "I have standards! That there is an original Impossi-vention, right from my workbe- YOWCH!" She was interrupted by a hard chunk of metal cracking across her cheekbone! The Impossible fell atop the crowd, and as she began to surf, that very same Bluetooth speaker clattered onto her shoulder and dropped to the ground.

Half the crowd scrambled to grab the souvenir, while the other half set themselves on edge, waiting to see what would happen now that the action had spilled over to them. Impy clambered back to her feet, staggering backwards across the chairs as she rubbed her cheek. Finally, she stood at the center of this section of seats. "Fine. Have it your way. But what's next?" She swept her arms out wide. "There's no way you'd just... tear through a crowd of helpless wrestling fans just to get to little ol' me, right?" The crowd's sweatdrop was palpable. "...Right?"

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The final sound of water that precedes the end of the speaker's other half does nothing to improve Wyvern's mood, with her opponent apparently unwilling to rise to her attempts to get a reaction. It would seem that she's legitimately cunning, not just a showboater with deep pockets. Indeed, even while straining her senses to try and catch a hold of her opponent, Wyvern is taken offguard by the Impossible's decision to take the fight to her, having a expected a more cautious approach from someone who, she is confident, she could crush in any kind of direct confrontation. The sharp slaps to her rear and rear elicit a sharp cry of surprise at a notably higher pitch than her usual contralto.

Growling under her breath in annoyance, the Irish wrestler directs her focus to the grandstanding gentlewoman thief. While her dignity had taken a hit on the way, her target had finally showed up, and her original plan was still entirely valid. Not even bothering to listen, never having been curious in the first place, Wyvern hurls the speaker with all of the considerable force she can muster, the improvised projectile rocketing through the intervening meters in the blink of an eye and striking her opponent square on the jaw, sending her on a brief and unplanned crowd surfing expedition. This was ultimately never more than an expression of frustration, though, a way to finally get one over on the frustrating wrestler. The Impossible is soon up, now well and truly entrenched in one of the seating sections at a distance not even Wyvern could force her way through to quickly.
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Fri Sep 15, 2023 7:32 am
"Fine. Have it your way. But what's next?" She swept her arms out wide. "There's no way you'd just... tear through a crowd of helpless wrestling fans just to get to little ol' me, right?"

By the time she's finished, the Impossible and the crowd alike can see that Wyvern was barely even paying attention, already halfway over the barrier in the process of closing with her prey. Sensing a shift in the crowd's attention, she looks up to figure out the cause. Seeing all eyes on her, she perches on top of the barricade and replays the last few moments in her mind, actually processing the Impossible's voice as words rather than highly irritating background noise.
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Fri Sep 15, 2023 7:32 am
"...Right?"
Wyvern smiles.

"Aw, hell naw!"

A man nearby adeptly summarizes the nearby audience's perspective on the subject, preceding a clatter of folding chairs and stomping feet as a path opens through the human sea. Now with nothing to slow her down, Wyvern pounces forward. Rather than the impressive display of agility shown by the Impossible, the Irishwoman keeps her feet firmly on the ground, plowing through the remaining chairs without hesitation. As she runs, she smoothly snatches and closes one of the chairs, leaving it gripped by the leg in one hand while she stretches her other out in an attempt to seize the Impossible by the collar.
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