Mic Chick vs. Renatta "Rumble" Tyndale

[Dubski]

Mic Chick continued to lay there, one shoulder propped up off the mat, a lost look in her eye. A small miracle that she had managed to pick her shoulder up after having her head ping ponged and the weight of Renatta's body nailing her with a top rope moonsault. Maybe she just didn't like Rumble that much, or maybe she just was that gutsy on the inside. Whatever it was, it had managed to keep Mic Chick from losing this match--at least for right now.

Eventually, the Ring Rocker felt her head being grabbed as Renatta was glaring at her while her vacant eyes looked back at her, struggling to even focus on the screaming, furious, frustrated face in front of her. Mic's brow furrowed as she stared, trying to focus her vision. She wasn't sure what Renatta Rumble was saying, nor did she necessarily care at the moment.

But Renatta would get her answer. With effort, Mic Chick raised a hand, uneven and shaking, and slowly put it to Renatta's cheek in the shape of a middle finger, emphatically telling her opponent everything she wanted to know as she silently stared around at Rumble, unable to focus on her still, but finding that further act of defiance enough.

[PuroQueen]

With bated breath, the crowd stood still and eerily quite, eager to hear the Ring Rocker's last defiant words. Except, she didn't have any. Instead, a single, solitary middle finger wavered by Renatta's face, it's tip shakenly caressing the Jamaican's cheek before weakly flopping to the mat. Renatta couldn't help it - she laughed. A cough mixed chuckle at first, but a laugh nonetheless. It was the exact same thing she would have done if the roles were reverse.

She pressed her forehead right up against Mic Chick's her gaze softening slightly as she bore deep into the defeated girl's eyes. "Fuck you too, babe" Rumble sighed, closing her eyes as her deep, warmth breath basked over her opponent's face. Mic Chick was in no condition to resist any longer. The right thing to do would be to go for another pin, and put this girl out of her misery quickly and painlessly. But Mic Chick deserved better than that. She had shown that she was a defiant bitch to the very end, and in that regard, Renatta felt like she owed her opponent a true fighter's defeat.

Letting out a pain groan, Renatta grabbed onto her opponent's hair and slowly began picking them both up with shaky knees. She brought her opponent up close to her chest, using her body as a crutch to stand up while she regained her breath to perform the ultimate punishment on her resiliant foe. "Well...I hope this was worth it, Mic." She whispered into her opponent's ear, her voice faint and raspy.

With a visceral grunt, Rumble moved her grip to her opponent's arm, placing the limb overtop of her neck as she wrapped her own arms around Mic Chick's waist. Rationing what little energy she had left, Rumble would soon attempt to send Mic Chick hurling up and and over with a powerful bridging suplex, one that while shaky, will still leave her opponent shattered on the canvas below. Renatta maintained the bridge as if it were a pin, arcing her back while Mic lay dormant and trapped beneath her. The referee instinctively moved in for the count, slapping her hand against the mat ONE... TWO... THRE -

Once again the count was interrupted, but it wasn't Mic Chick who had managed to summon another defiant last stand. Renatta had broken the count all by herself, flipping over the bridge into a brief handstand before landing harshly into a seated position on her opponent's tummy, legs stradling Mic Chick's side. The crowd gasped and murmured, unable to contain their excitement and curiosity over this tumultuous grand finale, but Renatta was far from finished.

Her hands gripped onto the sides of Mic's Chick's head by her hair, brown and red locks flowing through her fingertips. With a visceral roar, Renatta yanked her opponent's head off the mat, before sending it crashing to the canvas below. She grabbed Mic's scalp one more, only to send her hurdling back to the mat yet again. The attack would increase in intensity and ferocity as the second went by. Renatta would pummel the back of her opponent's head into the mat again... and again... and again! Some in the crowd couldn't bear to watch as Renatta's devastating Reggae Rumble finisher drummed the musician's head brutally into the canvas.

The Reggae Rumble

Renatta that's enough! The referee's demands barely stirred Renatta from her rampage. She stared down at her opponent, the girl having long been put out of commission, if not knocked out all together. With a snarl, Rumble raised her hand high and mightily above her head, before sending it crashing down into Mic Chick's chest with three distinct chops. "FUCK...YOU...TOO!" Renatta bellowed, each strike punctuated by the spiteful words. The crowd winced and groaned at the horrific display. The referee looked like she had just about had enough, ready to mercy call this match when all of a sudden Renatta's assault suddenly stopped.

Her breath was staggered, her hands were shaky, her vision was blurry. She stared down at the woman beneath her, beyond battered, bruised, and beaten. With a gentle sigh, Renatta finally slumped over and placed both hands on Mic Chick's chest. The referee didn't hesitate one second to begin the count again.

ONE...

TWO...

[Dubski]

Mic Chick had made one last motion with the last of the strength she could muster, putting her middle finger into Renatta Rumble's face. She wasn't able to do much else. The absolutely vicious thrashing had left her teetering the edge of being completely out, and far closer to being unconscious than not. She couldn't tell what was happening to her as Renatta threw her in a bridging suplex, completely deadlifted. Her limbs weren't able to do any sort of heavy lifting at this point as she was thrown back into the mat. That had taken out the rest of her as she crumpled into the mat. But Renatta wasn't ending the match there.

She grabbed her head, slamming it into the mat. The first was all it took to put Mic Chick out. The abuse had rattled her head enough. She wasn't aware of her head being further smashed into the mat ruthlessly. Her body didn't respond to the chops that followed. Mic was just completely unconscious, and her body was done fighting to stay awake now. In time, a pinfall did come, and Mic Chick remained still underneath Renatta for a completely uncontested pinfall.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

The bell was mercilessly rung for Mic Chick, who continued to lay still below Renatta Rumble, battered and bruised and knocked out despite her fierce fighting early in the match. Renatta was victorious against Mic in her debut, in an impressive fashion on her end.

[PuroQueen]

Renatta Rumble let out a roar of triumph as the referee's hand hit the mat for the third and final time, solidifying her victory. She had done it, against all odds and despite Mic Chick's impressive fighting spirit, she'd finally attained victory in her debut match! Her hands slowly relieved their pressure on Mic Chick's chest, but not without a fleeting conciliatory pat on her opponent's bruised abdomen. "Ya done good girl... ya done good," Renatta whispered.

Her face contorted into a pained wince as she stood up, her arms raised in victory. The crowd roared with approval, showering the triumphant rookie with applause and cheers. A microphone was offered to her, but she simply pushed it away. She was far too winded for a victory speech, and besides, she didn't need one. The results spoke for themselves, in the form of an utterly broken heap of an opponent on the mat.

Renatta's eyes shone with fierce pride as she looked down at her opponent, still lying motionless on the canvas. Despite the intense heat they had just shared tonight, she still felt a pang of sympathy for the defeated wrestler. As the adrenaline slowly began to work its way out of her system, it slowly dawned on the Jamaican that she might have gone too far.

But she quickly dispelled the thought with a rough shake of her head. Mic Chick was a fighter through and through. She deserved to go out on her shield. Renatta would have wanted it to end no other way had the tables been turned. She knew all too well the pain and exhaustion that came with being in the ring, but at the end of the day, Renatta had won the match through her own sweat and grit, and not even the sight of her unconscious and bruised opponent would make her regret that. With a final nod of respect, she turned and exited the ring with a slight limp in her step, still basking in the glory of her hard-fought win.

Winner by Pinfall: Renatta Rumble!