The Phoenix's Flames- Zetta vs Isaiah!

[SubtleRoar]

*After landing on the balls of her feet, Zetta managed to catch herself before plummeting towards the canvas, as agile as ever before refocusing herself on the wounded rookie.* "Hmmm..." *Pensively deliberating on what her next plan of attack could potentially consist of, Zetta ultimately decided upon utilizing her body as a solid, sentient weapon by thrusting her body forward to try and force Isaiah against the turnbuckle!*

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[SimplePride]

Isaiah was still getting his bearings straight when he saw Zetta barreling toward him, Her strike landed, making Isaiah bounce off the turnbuckle, and tumble onto the floor. Normally, this would be the time that Isaiah would resign to his fate and get dominated, but, this was a new day, so Isaiah slowly got up and dashed toward Zetta, hoping to get behind her and lock in a reverse bearhug, hoping to wear out his opponent, making her vulnerable to bigger moves...

[SubtleRoar]

*After having blasted her foe into the corner with a significant majority of her upper body strength, Zetta inadvertently put herself under the false impression that Isaiah would be too stunned to conjure up a reversal. However, that would ultimately lead to the tides turning in his favor, as he managed to slip behind the easterner before ensnaring her in a merciless hug!* "Gggrrhhh!" *Gnashing her teeth together to try and assuage the pain, Zetta attempted to wriggle free from his grasp, expending precious energy in the process!*

[SimplePride]

As Isaiah continued to squeeze he began to do something he rarely ever did, he began taunting his opponent, "If you weren't so cute, maybe you wouldn't be as huggable" he sneered as he continued to squeeze Zetta dry. In her struggling, Zetta's lips accidentally touched Isaiah's cheek. Isaiah suddenly pushed her away and began wiping his cheek furiously. He was clearly freaking out, and making a fool out of himself in the process, "Please don't do that..." he said sheepishly...

[SubtleRoar]

*With her mind clearly concentrating solely on the skirmish and nothing else, when her aggressor decided to assert himself upon her she felt her lips peck the edge of his cheek, causing her to squeak from astonishment!* "Eh?!" *She huffed aloud, feeling him suddenly toss her away. Catching herself on the platforms of her feet, Zetta rotated sideways to try and land a roundhouse kick into his ribcage!*

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[SimplePride]

Isaiah was too busy freaking out to realize that Zetta had already countered with a vicious kick to his ribs. The impact was enough to send Isaiah on his butt, "I suffer from Philemaphobia, the fear of kissing, and I thank you for not taking advantage of that. You are a class act" Isaiah got up and charged Zetta with a knife edge chop, hoping to match Zetta strike for strike...

[SubtleRoar]

*Anticipating such a massive blow to his ribcage would immediately send him staggering to the canvas below, Zetta tacitly listened to his odd extrapolation of his crippling fear regarding lip contact, which something she wasn't aware of in the slightest, nor did she convey any sort of acknowledgement of what he had just mentioned- Her only objective was to conquer anyone who stood before her, however that may be. Unfortunately, his fleetfooted charge took her by surprise, nearly knocking the wind out of her with a brutal smack to her chest!*

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"Ggguuhhh!" *Stumbling backwards before dropping to a singular knee from the unprecedented anguish, Zetta clutched the center of her chest in an attempt to quickly recover from the vicious assault!*

[SimplePride]

Isaiah smiled, it seemed momentum was finally swinging his way, he approached his opponent and reared back with a discus clothesline. If this was successful, he would drop down to where Zetta had fallen and lock in a abdominal claw, hoping to further wear down his opponent. He didn't expect to get a submission here, but, he certainly wasn't going to complain about it if he did...

[SubtleRoar]

*With her breasts aching and body trembling, Zetta watched Isaiah lurch forward to try and score a colossal blow!* "Tch~" *Instantaneously dropping to her knees, the agile easterner barely managed to narrowly avoid getting decapitated by her foe's colossal forearm. Deciding to lie in wait for him to turn around, The Phoenix Queen would line up a potential, retaliatory strike in the form of a superkick to his mandible!*

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[SimplePride]

Isaiah hit nothing but air as his opponent ducked under his clothesline, the momentum of the swing made him lose his balance momentarily, but, he quickly recovered, He turned around to face his foe, only to be met with a kick straight to the jaw, making him collapse backwards onto the canvas, taring up at the lights and seeing stars. The first thing he saw of his opponent was the mask she wore, which gave him painful memories, but, even he had to admit Zetta had given him a fair fight up until now. He sat up and tried to collect his bearings, but, was still clearly woozy from the kick...