I Know What You Did Last Spring

[BlackAkuma]

When Mama Bear roared, her bellowing cry echoed through the house, with enough force to make the floorboards creak and the walls shudder. It was as if the abode itself was terrified of her, and with good reason - the look on her face was that of pure murder, enraged by the filth that she was covered with. If the woman had any patience in that bulky body of hers, it was erased with that act alone.

If Halloween was intimidated, she didn’t show it on her face. Instead, she smiled back at Mama Bear through the darkness, her pearly whites gleaming under her hood.

”Not hungry?”

In that next moment, Mama Bear came rushing forward in a reddened rage, grabbing the table and hurling it through, sending dishes and glasses flying in a cacophonous crash that overtook the small Halloween. Unable to get away in time, the smaller girl was buried under the wreckage…or so it would seem.

Should Mama Bear move the table away, she would quickly find the grimy mess beneath. But Halloween? She was gone. Seemingly vanished into thin air.

[ADarlingDucky]

Pelted with several different unrecognizable bits of what was likely food at one point, Mama Bear's attempt to shell up would see her blocking anything painful, though much of the disgusting waste still got all over her arms and body, which only served to spike her anger once more. With a sudden howl of pure rage, the heavyweight would suddenly go from trying to simply block as much of the debris as possible, to charging forwards and grasping the table itself, suddenly launching it from the ground with a sudden swing. The sound of furniture hitting the floor was akin to a gunshot, and the wood almost immediately began to splinter, the table not taking the fall particularly well, with it landing hard, and seemingly, directly on Halloween.

That was comforting, at least. Mama Bear took a moment, wiping some of the gunk off of herself before she would walk towards the table, a wry smile beginning to form on her face. She was quite looking forward to seeing the smug grin wiped clean off of Halloween's face, and she was more than ready to pay her back for dirtying her attire.

"Oh, I'm hungry. Hungry for... WHAT?!" Mama Bear's smirk disappeared completely as she swung the wrecked table aside, finding nothing other than the foul contents that had gone flying underneath it. Halloween, once more, had disappeared, pulling a vanishing act as the table had come over her. Mama Bear twirled around, with an enraged look able to be seen clearly despite her mask, as she began to search high and low for any sign, any possible hint of where Halloween could have scampered off to, beginning to feel she was fighting a ghost more than a fellow wrestler!

[BlackAkuma]

”...my ass?”

Halloween’s giggles rang through the house, though it was impossible to pinpoint a single direction from whence they emanate. The walls, the floors, the ceiling - it was as if Halloween was the house itself, like she’d taken possession of the entire structure and her being, her essence, emanated from every corner.

A radio nearby - old school, looking like something ripped straight out of Radio Shake - came to life nearby, flipping through stations on its own, before it settled down on one that had Halloween’s voice chirping in. ”Aw, man, that is a lot of gunk on you. You look like you could use a bath, babe. Lucky you, I know just the place for it - there’s this real, real nice bathroom upstairs.”

The sound of rushing water came from upstairs, as the house’s piping creaked to life and rattled. Someone was starting up a bath. No prizes for guessing who.

”Come on up, babe. I’ll get you nice and clean.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Pulling away the mostly destroyed table, Mama Bear's confidence was once more yanked away from her in one fell swoop as she discovered that Halloween was not underneath the wreckage, with no sign of an escape to even indicate where she might have gone. Once more, the smaller woman had vanished into thin air within the decrepit abode, and Mama Bear was left wiping the remains of whatever had splattered onto her off, as she attempted to calm herself, lest she attempt to destroy more furniture. At least, she was trying. It made it much harder when a nearby radio sputtered to life, and after tuning in through a few frequencies, would suddenly land on Halloween's voice, a mocking tone that matched the one having giggled at her through the walls.

"You're joking me..." The statement was likely more to appease herself than anything else, but of course, Halloween didn't seem to be playing any jokes, as suddenly, water kicked on upstairs. Mama Bear turned towards the source of the noise, eyes narrowing as Halloween egged her on, the heavyweight now more than aware that her foe would be waiting to get the jump on her as she had before.

"Really? Because something tells me that you're going to keep on running... not that I blame you. Given what I did to you last time, I'd be terrified if I were you." Mama Bear was moving a bit slower now, even trying to throw some taunts back into the empty house, fairly sure that Halloween was listening, from wherever she was hiding. Still, despite what might have been in her best interest, the masked woman would slowly begin to climb her way up the stairs, moving towards the sound of running water as she followed along with Halloween's directions, for the time!

[BlackAkuma]

Mama Bear’s taunts echoed through the house, carrying much further than they had any right to, as the storm outside began to grow stronger. Every crick and crack within the house seemed to resonate, as if the entire place shifted with each step she took, like it was all threatening to come apart at any moment and only held together by unseen forces.

Through it all, however, Halloween’s voice continued to emanate towards Mama Bear. ”Oh, pleeeeeeeeeeease. You’re just a big-ass furry, you think I’m scared of you? Like you’re the first big bitch to get the jump on me. It happens.” Halloween’s snickers worked their way down the stairs. ”If you were me, I’d be you, and I wouldn’t have stepped one foot into a trap like this. Brains over brawn, sweetheart.”

When Mama Bear made it upstairs, she would find Halloween herself - or at least a darkened silhouette that looked like her - waiting in the bathroom. The water from the bathtub was overflowing, pouring out over the floor, but not only that - it works its way up the walls, stretched to the ceiling, seemingly defying gravity, warping around the diminutive, darkened figure who stood in the middle of it all in her trenchcoat. Beneath the shadow of her hood, Halloween’s smile gleamed.

[ADarlingDucky]

The longer that Halloween played this game of hide and seek, the less and less patient that Mama Bear was becoming, as despite her slowed pace to keep an eye out for an ambush, she was still walking towards where the smaller woman directed her all the same. There was a bit of logic to it on the heavyweight's part at least, even if it didn't seem like it. Halloween had been appearing and disappearing, playing a game where she continuously seemed to dive deeper into the house, and while she had engineered quite the spectacle, Mama Bear was aware of something else. That the tricks and traps wouldn't go on forever. For each new surprise that Halloween unleashed, from her ambushes to her sudden disappearances, to the furniture she used as a lure, the options that she had to bring the heavyweight towards her were slowly dwindling down. Mama Bear knew that the sooner that those options disappeared, the sooner that Halloween would have to confront the heavyweight on her own, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Unfortunately, she was still well within the realm of tricks and traps from the smaller woman, and as she came upon the bathroom, Mama Bear would be witness to the room overflowing with water, the liquid running up the walls and to the ceiling. This one was certainly a bit less explainable than the others, but Mama Bear tried to put that aside for the moment. In the midst of this eerie display was a small, hooded figure, with a devious smile beaming from underneath a cloak, practically calling Mama Bear forwards all on it's own.

"'It happens?' I guess out of all the nonsense you've said, that's the only thing with any truth to it. It does happen, and it's going to happen again!" With a sudden shift forwards, Mama Bear would take two big steps forwards across the floor, closing the distance between herself and the cloaked woman, bringing her leg up and thrusting her boot out, aiming a massive kick directly at the smile that was pointed towards her!

[BlackAkuma]

Get angry. Get annoyed. Get mad.

Halloween had only known Mama Bear for a little while, but she would say she had a pretty good handle on how the big bitch thought and how she ticked. The outfit was unique, but she’d dealt with more than a few women like this in her short wrestling career - big, boisterous bruisers who liked to throw their weight around. Impressive as this particular one was, Halloween had the special sauce.

Sure enough, the woman’s patience was running short, making her see red the moment she caught sight of Halloween’s cheshire grin. The woman came charging forward and brought her leg up with a boot that would’ve knocked Halloween’s head clean off. If it hit.

It didn’t. She ducked under it at the last moment, letting her blow crashed into - and maybe through - the drywall behind her. ”Too slow, Ruxpin!” As she went low, Halloween reached out and grabbed the nearest weapon she could find - a plunger, which she swung at the back of Mama Bear’s knee.

[ADarlingDucky]

The longer that Halloween played her game, the less tricks she had to employ, but Mama Bear's waning patience had pushed her forwards into what may have been another hasty decision, charging in and throwing her leg up to blast Halloween with a big boot. A big boot that missed, instead seeing Mama Bear boot the wall behind the impish trickster, hard, the impact rattling her leg and finding her very nearly breaking through the wall, stopping just in time to pull her foot back before she became stuck. What she didn't have time for, however, was to avoid the plunger being swung at her, suddenly hit hard in the back of the leg, causing the masked wrestler to let out a yelp as she buckled! The heavyweight would drop down to a knee, hissing in pain as her base took a hit, but anger anew surged through her, and she twisted her head towards the hooded woman behind her!

"You little bitch!" Mama Bear's rage was hitting new levels, and part of it was due to the fact that Halloween's hit and run tactics seemed to be working. Anger had caused her to rush in and swing with a kick that was beyond telegraphed, and she had paid the price for it, now sporting an ache in her leg. Things needed to change, and the standout was letting Halloween run around as she pleased.

With one swift motion, Mama Bear attempted to shoot her arm out. She was reaching behind her, somewhat blind, but she hoped that the unorthodox angle could help her achieve her goal, which was to grab a firm handful of Halloween. Her wrist, her leg, her cloak, her clothes, anything that she could get ahold of, which she hoped to immediately lock into an iron grip. Her sole goal now being to stop her opponent from fleeing, locking the two together, even if it meant taking another hit to do so!

[BlackAkuma]

If anyone had any questions on how Halloween felt about the way this was going, all they had to do was listen to the way she reacted after she smacked Mama Bear with the plunger - her howling, gleeful cackle echoed through the room, and it wasn’t her voice alone. It resonated with a deep, haunting echo, as if a thousand lost souls were chirping along with her.

The smile on her face was another tell, as she scampered away from her hulking foe - or tried to, at least. She wasn’t able to get too far before Mama Bear reached out and snagged her by the wrists, putting an abrupt halt to her retreat.

Strangely enough, though, Halloween didn’t fight the grip. She didn’t try to pull away. Didn’t fight. Merely stood there and looked back at Mama Bear over her shoulder, from the shadows of her hood.

”So you want to hold hands, huh?”

From beneath Halloween’s sleeve, something was writhing, squirming, skittering off her arm and making its way onto the ursine grappler’s paws. Spiders. Tiny, creepy, hungry little spiders were slowly but surely beginning to work their way up her arm, tiny little friends that were so eager to meet her…

[ADarlingDucky]

With her leg feeling the ache after being struck with the plunger, Mama Bear dropped down to a knee, losing some of her ability to maneuver around Halloween, but the big woman was still able to twist and reach out, snatching hold of her foe's wrist. Pain was one thing, but letting Halloween get away from her again would likely let her foe dive into yet another room of the house, and begin to prepare even more traps and tricks to further taunt her would be a step further, and Mama Bear was determined to prevent that from happening. Her grip was tight on Halloween's arms, and the smaller woman didn't seem to be making any moves to break away from her, letting Mama Bear shift to face her more directly, a sinister smile on her face as she gazed at the trapped woman.

As it so happened, that smile didn't last for long.

The masked woman found it a bit odd that Halloween hadn't bothered to struggle at all, but only when a sudden rush of small black objects flooded from Halloween's sleeves did she realize that this too was another trap. Spiders, several varying sizes and shapes, would suddenly skitter towards her, beginning to crawl on her hands and attempting to get up her arms, only to be met with a sudden swinging of the big woman's limbs!

"What the fuck?!" Mama Bear's voice rose to an uncharacteristic falsetto, as she whipped her limbs back from Halloween, giving them a firm shake to get any spiders off of her, but having almost immediately released her grip! In an effort to both get the spiders away from her, and to try and take some measure of control back, Mama Bear would reach out to the wall, where water slowly slid up it, and attempted to get a handful, swinging it towards Halloween to splash her in the face!