Pain or Paradise: Tia Langray vs Miss Paradise

[The Riders]

Tia can't seem to remember the last time she ever taken a rest or just time to herself... her main goal was to farther her career as much as she possibly could, even to the point of pushing herself till she almost broke her body before settling down for a break.

Coming down to the ring ready to fight. Ready to take on all comers no matter their size, just to see if she still got it. "Who's ass I'm kicking next huh..."

[Monsy]

With Tia Langray’s entrance setting, the time for Thea Paradise to grace the crowd was nigh! She skipped onto the stage, fluent and swift, arms narrow against her sides. Her head motions swaying side-to-side, eliciting a gleeful hum as she struck a pose. One arm raised, hips kicked back along, and one foot folding upward until her sole faced the ceiling. She waved, raking in a wonderful reaction. Better than last time, ugh.

Alright, time to milk this! She carried the same skip down the rampway, both arms outstretched and occupied with waving. Carefully, she exchanged eye contact with a few audience members, blowing a fresh smooch before scaling the steel steps, prancing onto the apron. Here, she gave one last wave. A lasting reminder she cared for them! Then, she grabbed the top rope, leaned back and vaulted over the top rope, entering the ring and occupying its centre!

“Hey there! My name is Thea Paradise and I'll be your opponent tonight. Let's have a clean match, oooookkkayyy?”

Spoiler

[The Riders]

Tia having a blank look on her face seeing her opponent making her way to the stage and to the ring, a small frown forming on her face seeing Thea showing off for the fans wanting their attention and praise. Crossing her arms now annoyed at the young woman planning on giving her a stern talking to for this.

Holding her hand up to the ref asking for time arms crossed the face of a stern mother as she walks towards Thea, walking around the girl in a circle looking at her figure and stance not liking what she is seeing at from from her. " Stand up straight. Arms up. Right foot back left foot front to have a prefect balance..", Tia barks out orders to the younger woman like a instructor speaking to someone new.

The ref rings the bell for the match to begin, quickly moving out of the way as Tia is ready but is still barking out orders to Thea. "Lose the flashy entrance... your here to fight not win a contest for more love by fans understand...

[Monsy]

Oh, jeez.

They didn’t appear too pleased. Was it her breath? Were they expecting someone more brawny? She sheathed her thoughts, locking gazes as they closed in. Her spine narrowed, feet welded as one, and her head looking yonder. Then the commands poured in. At first, her lips pursed. Her grin flatlined, cocking her brow. Heesh, what a killjoy.

“Why do I gotta put my hands up? My feet... Uhh.. ok.”

She indulged, making half-clenched fists and punching the air, timing her breath for every release. And her footing? She obliged that too. Though, once the bell rung and the scolding continued, Thea closed her eyes and huffed. She dipped her head so no one could see, donning a sour glare towards her sneakers. Then she whipped around, grinning and pointing at her adversary.

“Sorry, but I’ll keep my flashy entrance, thank you very much. The fans mean everything to me, you see, so I can’t disappoint! Now c’mon, are we gonna talk or wreeeeeesssstle?!”

That finger reached towards the sky, her other hand reaching forward - giving Tia a rather feeble shove against their chest.

[The Riders]

This was the opponent they gave to her... some wannabe star who more focused on the fans instead of working hard, someone who wants to train everyday and make themselves better in the ring... The thought sends a angry fire inside Tia who glares at Thea listening to her defend her reasons for having a flashy entrance.

The shove from her opponent seals the deal so to speak... Tia is not going to train this person no no. Tia is going to crush and break this woman completely since you can always rebuild something you break, and after she is done with Thea she will be forced to come to her gym and train with her or suffer another Painful lesson.

I'm going to hurt you"

Tia says in a cold tone, before throwing a right hook to Thea body.

[Monsy]

What triggered such a change was unbeknownst to Miss Paradise. Careful to be kind; slipping only words laced with a proper, welcoming tone. And, she smelt nice, right? Her breath was always crystal clean like her smile; a hint of mint. So, what?? Was it something she said? She paused and stared, unblinking with pursed lips, curling into a slight smile, seeing if their tension would ease. It appeared her shove ignited the festering fumes, returned fire by a body shot!

Pain stabbed her guts, making her eyes bulge as her mouth parted to spit. She lurched, folding over the arm before stumbling back on noodle legs. “Aacch!”

Three steps. That’s how far she lumbered. An arm folded over her abdomen, straightening up and smiling towards her miffed adversary. “Let’s go, then!”

Although she was flashy and eager to stoke a fanbase, Thea was still keen to compete. She wanted to win, dispel any illusions that she’s some fluke. To do that, she’d charge Tia Langray, her arms raised, attempting to lock-up with the veteran! And flexing her legs, she shoved with all her might in hopes to overwhelm their balance with speed and momentum! “Hnnghh!”

[The Riders]

"That more like it..", Tia eagerly responds back, hoping she lit a fire under Thea so that she would come on and fight back. Or do something else beside a weak looking shove like she just did. Maybe there hope for Thea yet in Tia eyes or is it more of her just wanting to look good for the fans and crowds...

Deciding to lock up with her opponent, not wanting to go to hard yet testing the woman to see if she is committed to this match or just wanting the attention.

'Decent form use your hips more when trying to over power someone. You get a more sturdy base if you keep your balanced if not you will get yanked forward like so...", Tia says in a stern tone, before twisting her hips trying to yank Thea towards her.

[Monsy]

Invigorated by the belly punch, Thea spearheaded her counter-assault by locking limbs. Embellish with frustration and vigour, her brow contorted as her arms and legs strained, battling a solid wall who managed to remain stable. Surprise had gone dry, leaving the two in tango where the itch of sweat tickled her nape and her eyes sealed upon the adversary who spoke.

“Are you going to coach me this entire time?!…”

A pull pinched her speech, her footing unhinged by a tug. She collided with Tia’s side, her base against their hip, where Thea instinctively jutted the elbow, stabbing it against their hip to block a potential hip toss.

“T-Tch! I know what I am doing!”

To prove her vocal confidence, Thea craned her leg back and swung, aiming to sink into the back of Tia’s knee. If successful, she tried to rear back her hips, reasserting balance and then mounting a second push - another attempt to overpower!

[The Riders]

"If I coached you the whole match you would never learn anything."

Her move to yank Thea forward went off without a hitch, but when it came to hip toss her to the mat Thea was able to block it. Starting to be somewhat impressed by her opponent quick thinking but it leaves her open to counter.

Whatever her opponent was doing worked, forcing Tia onto her back foot letting out a loud grunt but is overpowered as she is forced to one knee in front of her opponent. Muscles straining as sweat appears on her forehead trying to regain control of the match

[Monsy]

“Mhm! Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two instead?” - about how to fucking shut up. Her tongue remained corked. But she’d expel her stress through action; feeling full, gaining decisive ground once Tia’s balance wavered onto a knee. Like another ploy baring fruit, it made her smile, serving themselves up on a silver platter for Thea to execute the kicker. That she did.

She pressed her advantage a little longer. Sweat became mutual. Despite having the high-ground, Thea couldn’t push any further. Frustration boiled from it. Her lips wound tight that burst with a huff akin to blowing a gasket of strength. So, she retreated, adding a single shove to secure her escape. And like an evil ex, she couldn’t stay away; knees lifting with a leap, feet tipped towards their shoulder and exploded, aiming to ram both into their shoulder.