Audrey Trovita vs. Big Bad Brad - More Than You Can Chew

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Okay, maybe - juuuuust maybe - provoking him hadn't been her smartest move. Not that she'd made many of them so far anyway, but that was a clear strike off the list.

Audrey let out a small yip of surprise as his fist locked around her wrist like a vice. Her body lurched forwards as he yanked, sending her stumbling across the ring!

"Oof!"

Her body collided hard with the stationary post, the wind pulled from her lungs while her chest was flattened against the turnbuckle. She managed to hook an arm around the rope to keep from rebounding or falling to the ground, but that was about all she could do while gasping for air!

Unfortunately for her, that wouldn't even prove to be the worst of it! The redhead hadn't even time to spin around before Brad's body came crashing down behind her, crushing her against the post with the force of a wrecking ball! Whatever quick breaths she'd managed were rendered useless as once again the oxygen was stolen right out of her lungs!

This time, she crumpled to the mat in a heap the second Brad stepped away from her. She curled inwards on herself, similar to a fetal position, with one arm wrapped around her chest and the other around her stomach. Her closed eyes stung as she attempted to prevent them from leaking, all while she lay couching and sputtering on the ground at her opponent's feet!

[BlackAkuma]

Brad crashed into Audrey at full steam, and it had the predictable result - he could feel her body giving way on the impact, colliding with his muscles and finding little give. It was only slightly more pleasant that running into a brick wall, and he could only imagine what it felt like on her end.

Sure enough, she fell away when he stepped back, crumbling into a heap on the floor, lifeless and limp. Brad sighed as the audience made their displeasure known, but he didn’t know what they expected. After all, she’d asked him if he could harder, right? He was just giving the lady what she asked for. More or less.

”How’s that?” He cracked his neck and prodded her with his boot, looking on as shriveled up like a Roly-Poly. ”Enough for you, yet?”

Brad figured it was as good a time as any to check and see if she had any fight left in her. He doubted he could score the win this early on, but it was worth a try - the sooner he could finish up, here, the sooner he could hit the town and get his stomach filled up.

He brought his boot up, pushed her against the chest, and pressed his heel into her sternum, pinning her under his boot and putting some of his weight on her to seal the deal. The referee slid over, took a quick check to make sure the shoulders were down, and started up the count, slapping the mat beside Audrey’s head.

”1…!”

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

If there was anything positive Audrey could take out of her night so far, it was the chorus of boos that rained down upon her foe. Whether it was because they weren't happy to see her so brutally crushed or because they simply didn't like Brad for some reason, she was unaware. But it wasn't like her opponents hadn't been cheered for handing her a beatdown before, so why would this one be different...? Maybe there just wasn't enough heat. Sucked for them if that's the case, because this wasn't that kind of match.

Whatever the reason, Brad didn't appear concerned with the reaction he'd been getting. It certainly hadn't stopped him, or even slowed him down!

Audrey visibly flinched from her curled-up position on the mat when he poked her with his boot. He'd said something to her, but she couldn't muster the energy to respond in between her ragged breathing.

Somehow she was flipped onto her back, only to be met with a boot to the chest! The redhead let out a loud scream as Brad leaned on her, the pressure threatening to crush her ribcage! Her legs kicked as she tried and failed to lift his foot off her; it was like trying to move a house.

"1..."

She was lucky the referee was right in her ear, or she wouldn't have heard him over her own screaming! Her thrashing and squirming increased in desperation.

"2...!"

In a moment of pure panic, Audrey planted her feet firmly on the mat. With a grunt of exertion and digging into any and all strength left in her well, she heaved upwards, ignoring the agony the action triggered in her spine as she put her full weight into forcing Brad's boot off her body!

By some miracle, it worked. She'd lifted up enough to break the count!

Or maybe he'd let up. She couldn't tell. Whatever the case, she was left yet again sputtering on the ground while trying to draw in air. Somewhere amidst the coughing fit, she realized she needed to get away from him. She scrambled backwards, hoping to put some distance between herself and her foe and give herself some space to get to her feet and breathe...

...For all the good it would do her. The idea of simply letting the match end there hadn't even occurred to her. She wondered if perhaps she should have; even as she struggled to get to her knees, she failed to see any way she was going to come out of this with all her bones in one piece, nevermind a victory!

[BlackAkuma]

Brad had a taste for donuts, too. He thought he’d seen a Krispy Kreme while he was traveling here, maybe he could track it down, see if they were open late? A Glazed Lemon-Filled would hit the spot right about now. Maybe a Boston Creme, too. Hell, he might as well buy a whole box, just gnosh on them all for the next few days. That was only if they were open. He remembered the ones back in South Carolina used to be 24/7, but that was before COVID. If push comes to shove, he could always try Dunkin Donuts, but that was always such a gamble. Not even close to the same quality…

…oh, she’d kicked out.

It had been so slight that he hadn't noticed it at first, but he looked down, and sure enough, she’d managed to move his boot and break the count, keeping her in the match. The crowd cheered, egging her on, but Brad didn’t think they realized how much harm they were doing the poor girl - the longer she stayed in this ring, the more damage he’d have to do. It was only drawing things out.

”All right, have it your way. Damn it.” He sighed and walked after her as she scrambled away, trying to make space between them. Probably the most brilliant thing she’d done all day, but it was only going to get her so far - this ring was 20 x 20, nowhere to hide.

As soon as he was close, he reached down and grabbed her under the shoulder, forcing her back up on her feet. He dipped down, reached through her legs with one hand, and proceeded to lift her up, holding her above his head with ease. From there, it was easy enough to toss her over the ropes, right onto the apron, where she’d fall to the floor.

Brad wouldn’t go after her, though. Instead, he moved over to the nearest corner, leaned against the pads, and chilled, content to let the referee start up a count. ”Don’t get back in here, if you’re smart.” He called out a warning to her, then went back to mulling over his dinner plans.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"W-wait," Audrey choked out uselessly as Brad loomed over her. He wouldn't be giving her even a moment to regain her composure, she realized, even though he wasn't breaking a sweat!

For a second time, he forced her to her feet. Thankfully, not by clamping down on her face, this time - again, small comforts where she could get them. But she wouldn't be there for long; he lifted her whole body up one-handed until he held her high over his head! Audrey barely recognized what was about to happen before it did.

It was less of a throw than a casual toss, but it sent her flying through the air nonetheless! In that brief moment of weightlessness, she had another realization: He's not even taking me seriously! She landed hard on the apron and rebounded as the momentum carried her to the cold, hard ground outside the ring!

"Aaaaaach!"

Her body twisted and squirmed, the impact reverberating throughout her spine. She spent several seconds there, groaning and writhing in agony! An ice bath was definitely in her future. Assuming she could still walk after this!

Somewhere in the white noise, she recognized the referee counting. It was grounding, helping her to focus, but it was also... well, a timer. And the urgency managed to get her moving again. No. She wasn't going to lose by ring out. He'd have to earn it.

Audrey grit her teeth and rose up to her hands and knees. Her shaky breaths continued as she limped towards the ring and heaved herself up onto the apron. She lay there on her stomach for a moment, recovering the energy she spent just simply climbing back up. Then she'd roll under the bottom rope and, using the ropes themselves, she'd pull herself to her feet.

Her legs felt like jelly, barely able to support her own weight without the aid of those ropes. But she was determined not to simply give up. If there was one thing she was good at, it was enduring a beating. And she was going to make him work for every hit. Not because she was waiting for an opening - she'd all but resigned herself to taking the L at this point. But that was the story of her career, and at the very least, she wanted to show that she wasn't just a pushover wimp who would cower in terror at a larger opponent! She had to at least attempt to put up a fight... or make it look like she was!

Without warning, she charged at Brad with a primal roar, every step sending painful shock waves through her legs. Reckless, but she was beyond the point of caring. Brad was casually leaning against the corner... Maybe she could find enough speed and energy in her limbs to climb up before he could react and wrap her legs around his head. Lightweight or not, if she leaned backwards and let gravity take over, even she could put enough weight on his neck to send him tumbling... right?

[BlackAkuma]

Though it would’ve been hard to tell, Brad wasn’t completely ignoring Audrey. As he leaned in the corner, he caught sight of her, watching as she wallowed on the floor. It had been a nasty fall, and for a second, he was ever-so-slightly worried that he’d injured the woman. He was out to win, which would happen one way or another, but he’d rather not do anything permanent if he could get away with it. Didn’t want to take food off anyone’s table. It would’ve been real, real easy if she just stayed on the outside and let the countout happen.

But no. No. She had to be little hero.

Brad had a long, listless groan as she clambered onto the apron, trying to make her way in, as the audience egged her on, a lamb walking straight into the slaughterhouse. ”You kidding me with this shit? Really?” He shook his head. ”Lady, you ain’t winning this. Just stay down and take a loss, it’s all you gotta do. You really trying to make a hospital visit out of this? You like the food there or something?”

It was sound advice, at least in his mind, but Audrey either didn't hear it or didn’t care. She still made her way up and faced him, showing extreme bravery and unbelievable stupidity. The woman was determined to turn this match into a horror show, and if she kept up like this, she’d get her wish.

With a shrug, he stepped forward, preparing to give her some more medicine, when she actually managed to stop him in his tracks, shocked by her sudden feral shriek. He looked on, wide-eyed, as she dashed towards him, a gazelle bumrushing a lion, and he was so stunned by the sudden change that he didn’t even get his hands up as she leaped up, wrapped her legs around his head, and yanked back, trying to hit him with what he assumed was supposed to be a hurricanrana.

A bold move, he’d give her that. She didn’t lack for metaphorical balls. But there was one, major problem with her strategy, here: She was really, really small and Brad was really, really big. As such, he was able to put his foot down, brace himself and cancel out her momentum, leaving her to hang around his neck like jewelry. But she wouldn’t be there for long.

Brad gripped her legs, yanked her up, held her high, then jerked downward fast and threw her down with a mighty toss, hurling her into the mat for a classic powerbomb. Nothing fancy, nothing special, just raw, brutal power, coming at her all at once.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Before she charged, Audrey had seen Brad's mouth moving. He'd said something to her. But in that moment, all she'd heard was 'stay down and take a loss'. And she wasn't beaten down enough to roll over and play dead just yet. She had one thing on her mind; take him by surprise, make him pay attention!

She'd screamed, and she'd rushed him, and he had indeed been caught off guard by her sudden aggression! He hadn't even tried to stop her as she positioned herself for her move. She was locked in, all she had to do was lean back and pull, and let gravity do the rest...

And for one golden, glorious moment, it had worked!

But then, as quickly as it had come, the moment passed. She still felt the pull of gravity, but she'd stopped falling for some- oh, Brad had managed to shift his position to regain his balance!

Audrey's eyes widened in shock and fear when Brad snatched her legs, realizing her attack had been cut short. Her limbs were tired, but she wasn't sure that even mattered when he lifted her up with enough force to break the leg lock she'd secured around his head. She flailed in the air for a moment, her balance feeling precarious, but she might have preferred that over the powerful SLAM he gave her instead!

"Aaarrgh, FUCK!"

She may as well have been a basketball in his hands for how easily he bounced her off the mat. The angle and impact to her back flipped her high enough that she tumbled and came to rest lying on her stomach, instead. As she once again writhed in agony, she recognized that nearly everything he'd done so far had targeted her back in some fashion, whether that he his own move or a counter to hers. She wasn't sure how this revelation helped her, however...

She struggled to even rise to her hands and knees, but that was as far as her shaking limbs would take her. Breathing was difficult as ever, except now it hurt, too. Her eyes stung, and her face was red with exertion. But despite all of that, she wasn't willing to just quit. Maybe she could lunge for his leg and take him down that way...

[BlackAkuma]

…seriously, though, what the fuck did she think was going to happen, there?

That question was going through Brad’s mind, first and foremost, as he looked down at the wrecked woman before him. Trying something like that might’ve worked against someone her own size but against him? He was nearly three times her size. He wasn’t even sure it was physically possible for her to do that move on him. Maybe she’d hit her head on the way down and lost some of her sense - it was the only explanation that made sense in his head.

Whatever the case, this was what it got her - down on the mat, damn near broken in half. Kind of sad, really. Even now, he could kind of see the appeal behind a wrestler like this. Probably would’ve enjoyed watching one of her matches, if she was in the lightweight division. Somebody with this kind of drive could go a long way, sure.

Just not tonight. Not against him. No way, not happening.

He took a deep breath and stepped her way, preparing to end this with a simple pinfall, when he felt something against his leg, pushing at. Brad looked down and, sure e-fucking-nough, there Audrey was, making her last stand, still not giving up. Where she found the energy for this, he couldn't guess, but it didn’t much matter. Looked like he’d have to put an exclamation point on this, finish it right. Fine.

Brad reached down and seized her head, pulling it under his shoulder and securing it with a tight front facelock. He draped her arm under his shoulder, dipped down, then lifted her up into the vertical suplex position, hoisting her high without a hint of effort. He could’ve kept her upright for minutes if he’d really wanted to, but he was satisfied with only a few seconds. Just enough to let the blood run down her body a little, get her dizzy, and then…

BOOM. He kicked out his legs, folded her up, and drove her back into the mat with his full force, finishing her off with an Orange Crush Powerbomb - or, as he called it, the MOAB. He made sure to keep her held in place after the impact, too, looking for a pinfall to put this match to bed.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey launched herself at Brad with pure fury, putting the last of her energy into this push! If all she ended up doing was knocking him over before she lost, so be it. At least she'd show she could put up something of a fight!

But if Brad moved at all, it wasn't from her shove. She crashed into his leg hard, agitating her shoulder, but that's as far as she got. Her feet scrambled for grip on the mat as she pushed, but the mountain refused to budge. There was nothing left to do but keep trying - she'd never have time to escape if he tried to grab her, tired as she was...

...Which is exactly what happened! Audrey suddenly felt herself lift up once again, just before her head was pressured by his arm. Then her body left the mat, and she flipped upside-down. Brad knew what he was doing; the blood rushed to her head, and all the redhead could do was dangle there in his grip. She had one small moment of satisfaction as she realized he had pulled out one of his finishers, so at least she could say she lasted long enough for that. Small comforts.

And then came the BOOM.

Audrey barely let out a gasp as once again her spine collided with the mat. In fact, she barely reacted at all - The abuse she'd taken had finally caught up with her. She wasn't quite unconscious, but she was definitely dazed.

"1...!"

The redhead's chest rose and fell lightly as she tried to breathe, slow, small breaths. That was all the motion she made, however, as taking too deep a breath burned her lungs. If Brad hadn't been holding her up, her legs would have already drooped, too. It was a fairly uncomfortable position he held her in, what with all the bruises she was sure to have. The water in her eyes that had been held back finally slipped down her face; her vision was spotty again anyway, so she lost nothing by crunching her eyes shut.

"2...!"

Hell, at the moment, she wasn't even aware of where she was, let alone what was happening! All she knew was that her back was in agony, and the rest of her didn't feel undamaged, either. Just flexing her fingers strained the muscles in her arms.

"...3!"

If the powerbomb didn't give her a headache, the sudden loud ringing of the bell sure did. She groaned in response, but didn't have the energy to even cover her ears. When Brad finally let her go, she crumpled, curling in on herself once again, her arms wrapped around her midriff.

Yeah, she was gonna be sore for a looong time after this...