The Phoenix's Flames- Zetta vs Mayori!

[SubtleRoar]

*For a split second, Zetta felt the faintest of breaths from her adversary after successfully connecting with her hail mary attack, sending the overzealous Mayori spiraling into the canvas. Gathering her bearings, The exhausted Phoenix navigated herself towards the ropes before finally climbing up the nearby turnbuckle. Damaged but certainly not defeated, Zetta reached the top of the metallic pillar, her passionate desire to emerge as the triumphant combatant serving as the only motivation that kept her alive in this gauntlet.*

"...Impressive." *She tentatively muttered through her labored suspiring, arcing her right foot high into the sky while looming it over the downed woman that languished below her. She allowed her foot to hang in the air for a brief moment, intentionally wanting her adversary to lock her eyes on to it too augment the dramatic effect her finishing blow would have.*

Spoiler

"...But...goodbye!" *With a furious shout, Zetta slammed the base of her ankle directly into the midsection of her target, intent on sending a powerful statement with her devastating blow, sending a tremor of unmitigated fervor throughout the foundation of the arena in which both women were competing in! The initial contact alone sent Zetta staggering sideways, unable to control the level of force she had generated from the accelerated speed!*

[Caduces]

Mayori’s shoulders flinched as she lay prostrate. Zetta got out from under her and left her to breathe through her midnight bangs on the canvas. The muffled sounds of the crowd were all she heard. Were they cheering or were they booing? That headbutt from took away the distinction.

In this stupor, Mayori tried to get to her hands and knees. She kept falling back into her belly. Time went by slowly and she dreaded Zetta’s next attack that never seemed to come.

Dread. An agonizing sense of fear and flight. Mayori began this match enchanted by the burning persona of the yellow and red woman. Now that she has felt the flames, she wanted to become the moth that managed to escape.

By the time Zetta reaches the summit in the corner, Mayori had fallen into her side and was looking across the mat with half opened eyes. She reached up to the ropes that were far away and soon became convinced that their close proximity was an illusion. Her arm fell above her head and that’s when she saw Zetta’s form high above her.

Like a hawk ready to dive bomb their prey, she was perched with her leg high. Mayori helplessly shook her head “no” paralyzed with fear and the dulled senses from the strike. She pleaded with her eyes that the raised extremity not come down.

Those pleas went unheeded. The thunderous sound of Zetta’s foot rang through Mayori’s head as it percussed the canvas. The target of the terrible blow was not above her shoulders, and it didn’t matter. Mayori felt an instant of abdominal pain and then she was completely out from it.

She was a motionless, wrecked an grounded moth whose wings were singed. She twitched from head to toe with the quintessential falling axe kick. The referee had to check on her before allowing the match to become academic.

[SubtleRoar]

*Even though her devastating kick had hit its mark, Zetta couldn't just immediately curl up against her unresponsive prey and secure the almost guaranteed victory- Her body had suffered a significant amount of damage, especially her lower region, and if she wasn't careful she might inadvertently overexert herself and be shelved for much longer than need be.*

"...Goodnight." *Tentatively, as if she were moving in slow motion, Zetta watched for any signs of movement or subterfuge on Mayori's behalf, trying to discern if she was genuinely unconscious or if The Phoenix Queen was being duped. Once she had scoped out her silent opponent, Zetta cautiously spread her feeble body across and elevated Mayori's right leg, hooking it around the base to initiate a pin.*

Spoiler

*Having asserted herself enough to unmistakably be considered the dominant force between the two of them, Zetta craned her head towards the presiding officials for an official count. Once Mayori's shoulders were flat against the mat, the audience collectively gasped as the numbers were eventually called, one after another.*

"ONE..." *The referee began, his voice unflinching and stern. Zetta remained perfectly still, save for a bit of blushing due to the close proximity of her body brushing up against her opponents. She had always been a closet snuggle fan, but she needed to maintain her focus if she wanted to win!*

"TWO..." *The second number made its appearance, and as time marched on, it was became brutally apparent that she might actually have a tangible shot at achieving victory. Still, Zetta refused to give her adversary an inch, less she decided she wanted to take a mile from her.*

[Caduces]

Mayori’s leg was limp in the dominant grasp and her knee hooked. Her right boot bobbed against her thigh and settled over her opponent’s forearm. The poor girl was at least numbed to the pain in her jaw and abdomen.

“THREE...” With her arms pushed above her head by Zetta’s methodical cover, the three count’s reality had come. From the moment Mayori saw Zetta’s headdress, she knew the woman underneath it was going to defeat her. It was a battle lost before it began.

Intermittent shudders in her shoulders and closed eye-fluttering were the only protest the girl could manage. Her white bottoms angled higher on her hips and crept up. The destroyed moth to Zetta’s flame was beautiful in her total defeat.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the final number was called, immediately heralding the matches' terminus, Zetta felt her body quiver with both glee and prostration- She was under the impression that Mayori, while still rather inexperienced between the ropes, wouldn't have proven to be such a worthy foe. She wasn't just impressed with the spunky novice- She was convinced that her opponent would make a fine champion one day.*

"...Thank you." *She gently whispered into the incapacitated girls ear, planting a faint kiss against her facial cheek before finally returning to her unsteady feet. The audience roared with excitement and jubilation after having witnessed such a feast for the eyes, as both women were crowned champions in their minds. However, the ultimate victory belonged to the Phoenix Queen, and as she made her way backstage, she gave Mayori one last smile to remember her by.*

Winner- Zetta Quinn.