Riley was ready for tonight, she was played with her hair, rounding it about in her index finger as she waited impatiently to hear her theme and get the match started. Evelyn Fallanger was her opponent, neat name but one she’d mark down as getting throughly humiliated by yours truly. She rather enjoyed the thought of getting a new plaything, something to keep her busy and satiate her appetite. Spoiler
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With her theme finally playing, she was given the go ahead. In just her small time here in Law she’d gathered a small following. A mixture of cheers and boos filled the arena as she walked down the ramp, flipping off those she heard boo, while giving a slight smile to those who cheered.
Slipping into the ring, Riley began to think up a game plan. Could she outright beat this girl without any tricks? Maybe but! How could she call herself a bully if she didn’t give them a hard time, Riley was already thinking uo ways to make them hate and love her time in the ring tonight. Evelyn was going to be a treat.
The theme of Miss Fallacy popped into the soundscape straight from a gun. The career loser skipped out, hot-wired for crowd satisfaction with that star-spangled bikini attire, thigh-highs and crop jacket. Her brown boots clicked, the pigmented sleeve on one leg pulled tight, then the one sleeve on her arm, laced on her forearm, attached to the fingerless glove she wore on both hands. At the ramp, she stopped, pointed her almighty index and ripped a bullet from its faux chamber. 〝Bang!〞 bootiful
bootiful
One eye winked with its delivery, and her forearm folded up to blow across the nail. She began her stride down the ramp and waved to both sectors of the crowd. To one side, she dished out three high-fives — hard ones that stung her palm into a pink, and on the right, they got a finger gun. She scaled those steps one by one, an arm hooked over the top rope, and she climbed the turnbuckle, balanced a boot on the top-pad and surveyed the crowd by shading her eyes. Even with the shadow, her smile shined through. She jumped into the ring, bounced, and the canvas clanged a minor tune. Her eyes now settled on her opponent, whose attire was an arch-rival in terms of style and skimpy-ness. It was a gift, though, but she never heard of them… Strange. New folks were always a delight, so she took the ring’s centre to extend the hand, and say..
〝Heya! Name is Miss Fallacy! I’m super stoked for this, so let’s have a good one, k?〞
What an arrogant bitch. Riley couldn’t help but feel hatred for Miss Falacy, poor girl didn’t even do anything yet and the Brooklyn warrior couldn’t stand her. Those big bazongas, those cut hips, and that sweet bikini. She was going to enjoy embarrassing them, showcasing pinky off would help her feel better. Even when they came to greet her kindly, she smiled back, hiding her intentions until she took their hand. ”Oh yeah, it’ll be a real treat. Name’s Riley, I hope you don’t forget becuase this will be a night you remember.” She remarks. Without hesitation, she rears her right foot back to kick the woman dead center between their legs.
Well, this was sweet.
Evelyn squeezed their hand once taken, adding a nod. “Riley? That’s a beautiful na- Uggg!!” The strike hit like a clap, like it could strike the bone. Overwhelming pain flooded like a pressure cap just erupted. Sharp, dull, nauseating. Her guts felt twisted, knees come together as magnets, the leg mere jello that buckled. She collapsed onto her knees, eyes welling up in tears as she nibbled on her bottom lip to keep the screams confined. “W-W…wh…” Her voice choked. Colour drained from her face, just as her crotch was left with the throbbing aftertaste of that leg. “W-Whhy…”
