*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.*
*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.*