Hard-slamming high flying: Selene Sugar vs Miss Fallacy

[Kreydos]

Selene dusted her hands as she appraised her handiwork. Satisfied, she smirked and shoved Evelyn onto her back before nonchalantly sitting on her for a pin. And just for a little extra panache, the bronzette flexed a bicep for the crowds while the referee started the count.
"One!.."
"Two!.."
"Three!.."

Soon enough, Selene heard her music playing through the speakers, confirming her victory. She opted to remain seated atop her sleeping opponent, continuing to flex and smile as she soaked in the audience's cheers. Eventually, she went and leapt onto a corner's second turnbuckle. Adopting the zeus pose, she indulged even further in her own glory.

A dozen seconds of self-indulgence later, she hopped off the turnbuckle and walked over to her opponent's unconscious body. "Still alive?" She casually remarked as she nudged Evelyn's cheek with a finger. When she woke up, she would be greeted by a hand offering to help her stand. "No hard feelings, yah?" Selene teased with a giggle. "Still friends?"

[Monsy]

It sucks that the world of the unconscious can sometimes be dreamless. So little and empty; a walk within a singular path for hours, yet pass within the second. Or perhaps the memory is robbed, your capacity the target of some malevolent heist to keep you from seeing the other side. Maybe you’re there forever and what happens next is your dream. Yet, all we can understand is what we drink in when our eyes bulge. Evelyn’s was no different, prodded by a finger. There wasn’t a shimmer of sweat nor the racing patter of her heart that fluttered sweeter than sugar and serene as the backyard pond. Her head was wrenched in knots, though. The skull was torn into a million ligaments, given a million nerves per square inch, then twisted, knotted, pulled together on exposed and irritated flesh. There was a sense of nausea just to flinch her head when she woke. And her eyes, wet with idle tears, blinked to clear the image that lingered above. She was drooling, unbeknownst to herself, mouth hung, arms strewn above her head yet to even flicker a single finger. An eye shut halfway and blinked rapidly as her other brow quirked.

“W-What, friend? W-wait… I-Is it over… Did I lose…?”

Her arm swung into their gesture and slapped it with a forearm. It would fall without any support, nor did she possess the strength to mount a grip, nor co-ordination to find their hand with her own.

[Kreydos]

"Op..." Selene grunted in mild surprise as she watched the battered Evelyn shamble into wakefullness. Her groggy state not even capable of grasping the offered hand. "Guess some are more fragile than others." The Japanese woman shrugged as she moved in and helped her opponent sit up. "Yeah, you lost." She stated bluntly. "But you shouldn't feel bad, I'm just that awesome. Plus, you've got some impressive speed. But I'm faster." Once she's said her piece, she left her beaten foe to the care of the referee and returned to celebrating on her spot atop a corner, once again revelling in another swift, clean victory.

[Monsy]

Winner via pinfall: Selene Sugar