Pain or Paradise: Tia Langray vs Miss Paradise

[The Riders]

Tia bites her bottom lip wanting to make a comment about Thea balance and her plan. But decides against it due to her opponent just gets on her nerves since she does have talent but feels like it going to waste. But if she doesn't want to learn or listen to advice then that is her issue, but Tia is going to make Thea feel the pain.

Her body is coiled and ready to strike a counter blow, seeing her opponent back away with a shove. Tia is able to center herself waiting and watching as Thea makes her move, and just like a snake Tia right arm shoots out for a right hook to Thea face. Knowing she going to be hit but is really to trade blows with her opponent.

[Monsy]

Things felt bitter - reasons unbeknownst to the young upstart.
Something felt off when they parted. Tia fortified too fast. Was this move a mistake? Only one way to learn, she concluded within milliseconds: to experience it! And like her method of life, she charged ahead and gave it everything she had, coiling her knees upward. But that bodily artillery never fired. Five knuckles of solid bone stung her cheek, empowered by the muscle that sent shock-waves through her jaw and rattled her skull. All movement ceased as she crashed onto the white canvas, her like heaps of will-less meat.

“Fucking… oww...”


Headaches flourished. Thea’s vision twisted, seeing double, believing she suffered from two headaches. As she rolled onto her wobbling knees, she spat towards the mat and lifted, trying to find her opponent’s gaze. Once she did, she retreated, scrambling onto her butt and scooting towards the corner.

[The Riders]

"UGHHH"

Caught with a glancing blow that sends Tia back, but she knows that she caught her opponent flush with that right hook of hers. Rubbing her shoulder slowly even rotating it to keep it loose, starting to stalk forward seeing her dazed and confused opponent. All talk and she even has the nerve to back away and retreat, well she won't be able to do anything else once she gets done with her.

Chasing Thea her arms reaching out grabbing her by the leg's, letting out a loud grunt trying to turn her over onto her back for a Boston Crab hold.

[Monsy]

Although her dropkick punished her opponent’s shoulder muscle, the fist left her vision swimming on the canvas. Her hands were clawing for a grip, strutting back, then clawing once more. Worry clenched her racing heart, the sweat of panic filling her palms. The ropes! Their aura nearly tickled her outstretched palm, but Tia Langray caught her stride. Her petite frame was proving no issue to turn over, her lower back crying out, her stomach. Thighs. Clenched into iron-clad fists, they hoisted but refused to pound the mat. Her forehead was flush against the canvas; a contorted expression writhed, then exploded into a brief scream.

“LET GO!” 

Despite unfurling a painful melody, Thea isn’t close to caving. The match is but a seedling yet to blossom. And so, she brandished her defiance and clawed at the mat once more, inching towards the ropes. Would she be able to reach? Lest her will be challenged.

[The Riders]

Tia smirks seeing Thea putting up a much better fight now, even after making sure the hold is tight and snug making sure extra pressure is forced onto her opponent lower back. This would prove if Thea is worthy of being offered a spot in her gym she either makes it to the ropes and keep's fighting back or go out with a whimper and surrender, but Tia isn't going to make it any easier for the younger woman.

"Now let's see your drive and how far your willing to go..."

Still clutching one of her opponent leg's Tia lets the other one go switching to a Single Leg crab hold, but is sitting on Thea back now getting the full hold locked in painfully. "Will you make it to the ropes or surrender.."

[Monsy]

Caught within Tia’s clasp, her body is curled until she embodied a C-clamp. Wretched pain infested her lower back as she bit her lower lip. Did she want to quit? The referee asked, but she so vehemently denied, shaking her head while face-down against the canvas. Sweat and laboured breaths, thusly lining her forehead and leaving her mouth, clenched, then growling out as her muscles felt like they were swelling.

“Are you m-MOCKING ME?!” She yelled, her voice bursting in to a yell as the last batch of air.

The hold transitioned, granting her a limb to scraped the mat. Both hands punched the ground, lifting her chest off the mat with brownish hair needling over her countenance. She shook her head once more, tears welling inside her eyes before making an attempt to move forward. One hand shuffled forward. Then the other. This pattern continued onward, hampered by points where she froze, limbs wobbled but didn’t quit. It was too early for defeat, her mission still unachieved. And so, she fought. Fought until the ropes licked her fingertips, though, she came short.

“D-Don't push your luck, m-mmkay??!”

Fought she did, vying for one more lurch where her sole punched the mat, jerking herself forward and outstretching that hand, curling digits seized the rope and thus, the rope-break is called.

[The Riders]

Tia chuckles at seeing her opponent struggling in her submission hold, teaching wrestlers like Thea is nothing compared to what she fought when she was younger growing up. But as they say it better to be tossed into the ocean to see if you sink or swim, and right now Thea is proving herself to Tia by struggling and fighting to reach the ropes.

"If I was mocking you sweetie you would know it." She responds back to her opponent giving the girl a wink.

Hearing the ref call for a rope-break but Tia shakes her head deciding to not let go of the hold. She plans on using the full count before she is disqualified by the ref, who comes over and begins the count.

ONEEEE!

[Monsy]

Her back and abdominal muscles felt mangled. It didn’t threaten her submission. At least, not yet. Her defiance is steadfast, filled with the grit and guile of a competitor, and the count of one laid the seedlings of hope. And now, hope’s of submission dissipated like sand. Her hand welded onto the rope, soon hooked by her whole arm, linking with the other.

“OHH… HAR… HAR… HAR.”

She yelled, the tenseness in her throat spitting out a shout.

TWO…

Could it go any faster?
Though, her voice hushed, quieted to a mere whimper, a borderline sob.

THREE…

At which, she had nothing to say. But it somehow felt worse with anticipation…

FOUR...

[The Riders]

As the ref reaches the count of four Tia finally break's the submission hold, not wanting to be DQ or lose the match to some wannabe idol wrestler. Stepping back with her hands raised up listening to the ref who tells her to back away, and she does as told giving her opponent time to recover when she should have been pressing her advantage.

"You got very lucky but your luck is running out you know." deciding to mock the girl, wanting to see what Thea is going to do next. If she going to crumble and accept her fate that she is going to lose this match, or will she fight back and really give Tia a challenge and prove herself to the Breaker.

[Monsy]

Yeah, luck.

There wasn’t arguing that; the hanging hook with that question as bait, seeping into the cairn of her already damaged morale. Her limbs crashed upon the mat, weightless and unmoving; the aches that quivered through her spine felt like every nerve pinched, then twisted and scrunched.

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One arm clung on the ropes, heaving out a breath like they were weights, just as her knee scampered up, then slipped - her hips giving out. Crashed upon her side, a hand nurses her aches, now wholly vested against the ropes to raise onto her knees.

“I don’t care. I’m still going to try.”

She said, pointing the finger as she slammed a foot onto the canvas. Adrenaline bit down on her senses. Her heart rate exploded, as did her breath. Desperation, anger, and a creeping sense of despair. The perfect cocktail to spring back! That she tried, throwing caution into the mire as she charged, throwing her knee forward that sought to ram against their stomach.