Spectre vs Miranda Tomi

[Fairy Dragon]

Her foot smashed into something and she got a loud smack from the impact. She watched Spectre's face change from the kick. Spectre stepped back looking stunned, almost like she'd been shot, Mira watched her struggle to stand before she fell over to her knees, and finally dropping down to her knees to lay there and gasp for air. Struggling to handle the after effects of one well placed kick to the stomach. Mira looked at the crowbar and smiled, reaching over to grab and toss it away, making sure Spectre wouldn't use it again.

"Looks to me like someone's a little sensitive. With a weak spot like that no wonder you need weapons." Mira said mocking her struggling for. But as she offered her fake condolences she was also lining up her shot prepared to knock Spectre senseless while she was down by running to the ropes and coming right back at her to go for a big kick to the evil woman's head!

[Monsy]

No, no, NO! This wasn't on the script. Not on her heist.

Regardless of being upright, whether she sat back on her knees or stood on them, gravity pulled as if forward was down. Her attention flicked again to the fleeting crowbar that went outside the ring. To the ropes... To the ropes she decreed. She extended one hand towards it, feeling her midsection clench when she put the weight down.

The next second, a foot clobbered her chin with a skin-to-skin SNAP that saw her vision whiplash to the sky and shatter into a million versions. A spray of sweat and drop of the jaw followed, like broken eggshell that cracked the bottom half and now the spittle yoke secreted at the gaps. Her pilotless torso swayed and in a fluid wave while her head rocked like a bobblehead. Those knuckles combed the floor, legs split till her bottom seated the mat in-between both. Then she folded backwards, head dipping first. The back smashed the canvas. Her field of view now filled with red as she stared into her crooked eyelids, only able to glimpse the otherwise cheering crowd that now OOO'd and popped for that lovely result. Some even got to snap a photo of her KO-mangled expression.

[Fairy Dragon]

This kick to an unprepared Spectre really got her surprised leaving Miranda free to press her advantage after literally seeing Spectre drop. The dancer was all smiles after the weapons the evil woman used to try and crush her and she would hope to get an early surprise by grabbing Spectre and pulling her away from any ropes while in her daze so that she could go down and try to go or a pin attempt on her hurting for.

"ONE!"

Miranda stayed flat on, holding one leg up and leaning on Spectre's chest hoping to get a surprise pin. At the very least it was likely she could start to wear her out by forcing her to kick out with having a break after the kick which still worked in her favor even if she didn't get the win here.

[Monsy]

"TWO!" ( "TWO!" )

The crowd chanted for the second count, notably enthusiastic for a drool-worthy knockout blow. And for the Virus, her arm did a flop the first couple times she tried. Her head would gently lift, then lower back down. She'd vacantly stare into nothing, stomach flexing vividly to showcase her irregular breathing. Her teeth now grit to stifle loud groans in different hoarse pitches.

At around the the 2.5 mark, Spectre struck her arms towards Miranda's hair. She'd grab it. Then shoot her legs into the air to buck. She'd twist and pop the shoulder up, but also curl her torso inward in attempt to bring her head directly into their face. With teeth bared, she snapped her jaws at their earlobe with an angered snarl.

[Fairy Dragon]

Miranda had Spectre struggling and after seeing her react to those last few hits she was half convinced she could pull this off and end the match earlier than expected after nearly getting her head clubbed in. She leaned on her more holding t hate leg up and waiting for the final count Unaware of her hair being grabbed until Spectre suddenly kicked out and she jerked away only to be stopped by the tuft of hair she was grabbing sending her closer to Spectre's head until she hit it.

"Agggh!" Mirands screamed, head colliding with Spec when she least expected it, even feeling her teeth gnaw at her ear once they made contact and feeling unease as the pain set in and left her stunned and wavering. Her hand came up and she pushed on her foes chest trying to get her away while her other hand went to her face, looking to stop the ringing and free herself completely.

[Monsy]

That sudden scream was honey. A full-body experience tingling head to toe.

It left her hungry. Her teeth scraping desperately to cling onto the earlobe while her chest bowed and head lurched. At last she was flung. She rolled twice and got onto her hands and knees. Then tipped over. Bump! A breath-skipping gasp slipped. There was no upright direction to her sense. She felt floaty even now. Coupled with head throbs, Spectre thrust her boot into the mat twice. She thrashed a couple times too, hissing, low-growling and yearning retribution. Her hand clutched a handful of hair to nurse her hurting brain.

To give herself titanium sounded so tempting. "You... are sSSSO getting curbstomped!" Spectre yelled. Again she was mapping the course to her feet, pushing up, then swing her leg around, planting it. Her torso wobbled. She held her scalp even tighter. The other arm instinctively reached out full length, then swayed with Spectre's slow rise. Her back leg flexed backwards to widen her base.