Thea Paradise Vs. Skylar Jones: It's Okay if They Deserve it

[Deskfan45]

Skylar Jones was excited for this match. She'd heard a lot of unfavorable things about her opponent: Slander, cheating, ruining careers for her own benefit. It was the type of thing that made Sky wanna slam someone into pavement until their face was hardly recognizable, covered in blood, scars and bruises, the kind that sticks on your face for a long time. Tonight, she'd make Thea Paradise regret stepping into the wrestling business in the first place.

Skylar

Music

"The following contest is set for one fall! Entering the ring from Perry, Iowa, weighing in at 162 pounds, the Brawling Puppet, Skylaaaaarrrrrr Jooones!"

Skylar walked down the ramp with one hand in her pocket, and the other chugging a small carton of chocolate milk, before tossing the empty piece of carboard aside. The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and jeers, both of which the brunette took with stride as she flipped over the ropes and into the ring, going to her corner. This was gonna be fun.

[Monsy]

The clock wound down, and the noose around her neck got tighter, robbed of what to ponder beyond what has been heard, though perhaps she ached from smiling too much. Maybe it was the way she sat; leaned into a black steel chair on its hind legs, the backrest wedged against the wall. Her back ached from it; her posture slumped, chin crooked with a cellphone in her hand, pressed against her ear. Maybe it was the call.

“Well, who is it tonight?” The other voice said, “Skylar Jones.” She sighed, “Sounds like a street rat, honestly.”

“Yeah, but you’re also a street rat.”

“Hey, I at least got trimmed nails.”

They shared a brief chuckle, “Whatever you say, Thea. Just be careful. Go and do your thing.”

“Thanks dad.”

She ended the call and held the smartphone against her chest, then peered up and sighed. Time to go, and maybe when she gets back, the room would be a little warmer? That would do well with her already sweat-kissed palm. But now she stuffed her knapsack at her left, pushed off and came to her feet, skipped towards the mirror and stopped to gander, switching her shoulders forward, back, then each hip got its turn before a final twirl and a stop. One cheek puffed up, her head tilted as she blew some hair from her eyes.

“Best as it can be.” She muttered, then turned for the door and headed for her cue. It took longer than usual; perhaps her knee joints gained some weight, or her arms didn’t swing enough for that extra momentum.

legend says I can't find good theme music. that legend is right but I'll pummel whoever said it.

But when that dreaded uplifting beat struck its first note, Thea lit up her smile and showed herself before the audience to a cheer. She stopped, skipped to one side of the stage, folded an arm behind her back, leaned forward and cupped her ear to beckon some noise, then repeated that to the opposite side before continuing down the ramp.

“And her opponent from Vancouver, Canada, weighing in one hundred and one pounds… It’s Theaaaa Paradise!”

Each side got three high-fives as their hands stuck out, where she skipped to both sides before jumping onto the ring apron with one knee flat; the other a shoe, which pushed her up to both feet with. She gave the crowd a final wave as she threw her leg underneath the second rope, weaved her body through and popped up to stomp both feet.

“Heya Skylar! You ready to give them a show?” She said as she struck up her index and middle finger to form that recognizable peace sign.

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[Deskfan45]

Skylar smirked as she watched Thea walk down the ramp to meet her in the ring. The crowd was loving her, and most likely weren't gonna take kindly to what Skylar was about to do. Of course, Sky could give a fuck. She was here to pummel this bitch until she couldn't walk right.

Thea got into the ring, and tried to act friendly to Skylar. But she knew it was just that, an empty, disgusting act. "Heh, well, you could say that." She chuckled, a cold smile on her face that lacked warmth. Her eyes stared into the idol's own, thinking of all the ways she could torment her. "Y'know, I've heard some rumors about you, Thea. Cheating, slander, fake drug scandals, ruining people's careers for your own gain..." Suddenly, her face changed to a stone cold glare. "It makes me sick."

As quickly as it had vanished, Skylar's malevolent smile returned. "Oh, I also heard about an old tag partner of yours. Yeah, heard about how you snitched on 'er for cheating, even though you're no less guilty of it yourself. Even took 'er name. Y'know what that makes you, Thea?" She asked. "A double crossing scumbag." Her fists balled up, her knuckled turning white. She still wore a smile.

Skylar took a step forward, closing the distance between her and her prey. "Stories like that piss me off. Just make me wanna find the bitch and strangle the life out of 'er." She tilted her head, her grin growing more ominous by the second. "And I guess it's my lucky day, Thea. You're right in front o' me."

DING DING DING!!!

The moment the bell rang, Skylar rushed towards Thea, reeling back her fist and throwing a powerful right hook.

[Monsy]

Her grin turned frozen the moment she picked on the subject. Teeth welded as one, though wanted the speak. That happiness wanted to recoil, perhaps something more than just the tilt of her head. Words, words, words. The vile poison that rumours caused, how could it be more ironic than now? To spoil that of a career - scandal, yet something another thought piqued her interest. Were they just shooting from the hip, or did they have evidence beyond hearsay? It was difficult to ponder, perhaps best not to divulge. So, she pursed her lips and raised her hands before herself.

“Hey now, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but you really shouldn’t just accuse people of things like that! W-We don’t gotta make so hostile! Come on, they’re just bad stories. Slanderous rumours! T-The same basis you’re accusing me of, so please, just calm-”

The bell had sounded over deafened ears, and she found the moment pass within a blink. A fist unhinged her neck, robbed the muscle around her spine, so she tumbled, found refuge only on her hands and knees. Her skull revolted with a nauseating pulse. The blood in her head turned to spikes, stabbed the bone at once, and the shake that rippled her cheek travelled down her throat and twisted her guts in a knot. “NNGH…”

She blinked rapid-fire, pushed with one hand and looked at Skylar with light brown hair needling across her eyes like a predator’s gaze stalking through a bush.

“-down…” Finished with a low, hush voice. She brought herself onto one knee and used the balls of her back foot to push off and take a broad step forward, then leap high, raising her other knee to deliver the rebuttal of one knee uppercutting their chin.

[Deskfan45]

Skylar heard Thea try to deny what she was saying, but she didn't wanna hear it. She silenced her lying mouth with a right hook, sending the idol down to her hands and knees. The sight brought a smug grin to Skylar's face. That was the first of many hard hits her opponent was gonna feel tonight.

Before she could follow up, Sky was hit by Thea's knee, flying into her chin. "GUH-!" She grunted out, sent clumsily stumbling back a few feet before regaining her balance, and shaking off the pain in her jaw. "Little..." She growled, stepping forward to throw a kick at the side of Thea's stomach.

[Monsy]

Combat was like negotiation; nothing gained without earned, sizing the other up with repeated strikes that came to batter each other’s skull. Whatever brains she had to give had come back to violence, and Thea was left to stand, ready as she planted her foot forward and redressed herself in that grin.

“That’s more like it.” She said with a hop in her step, ready to receive the stiff pillar of muscle-swelled iron that hammered her gut like a cast iron bat. It nearly made her knees buckle. An eye twitched shut; her head flinched, and her next breath came out in a death rattle. “H..Hah… Gotcha…” She murmured as her arm came to envelop their ankle, pinned it against her side that began to arouse a red tint. The pain was put a future bruise and now was the present opportunity. She took it with a leap, knees brought up, and the soles of her feet thrust towards their chest in hopes to drill them with a dropkick.

[Deskfan45]

The pain in her jaw was wood in the fire of Skylar's rage. She stomped forward, fuming as she threw a kick at the side of Thea's stomach. The kick landed, but the idol suddenly grabbed her foot. "Eh-GAH!" She grunted, feeling Thea's feet slam into her chest, for a second flattening her breasts. The hit sent her stumbling back into the ropes, where she damn near flipped over the top rope and out of the ring.

The brawler had severely underestimated her opponent. She'd gone into this match ready to torment the girl, but Thea was putting up a good fight. The dazed Skylar leaned on the ropes, her arms slung over them. "Ghhhh..." She groaned, slowly shaking off the pain. If she sees Thea approaching, she'll grab the shorter woman, and with her strength, try to throw her over the ropes and into the metal barricade!

[Monsy]

There was a rapid tumour in her side, embellished when she landed on her side and sprang up, forearm pressed as she hobbled a step back. The skin was pink like bubblegum, redder than blood at the centre of impact, humped, and soon to turn purple and black. She combed back her light brown hair after a ragged breath, turned around and ran. Her back shoved into the ropes, launched her forward and charged Skylar with her version of blitz. A half-bent arm stuck out, and she jumped but was caught and learned to fly over the ropes. Heels flew over her head, and she flailed from seven feet in the air.

“AAH!!” She cried out as the barricade’s metal edge split her spine. This feeling of impalement lit her body alight as her legs, lower back arched over one side towards the fans, and Thea’s head, arms and upper-back careened towards ringside. She was a meat-corpse on a hook that came undone, piled shoulders first, then her legs folded by her head; hips rolled until her stomach was flat. Her whole body ate itself alive. There was no movement in her lower half as she screamed into the floor, eyes stung from tears, mouth wry with unswallowed spit, snot and a burning throat that couldn’t stifle the cries.

[Deskfan45]

Skylar leaned on the ropes, collecting herself after that brutal drop kick. "Ghhhh, son of a..." She groaned, looking up to see Thea flying at her in some sort of aerial attack. Shit! In a panic, Sky grabbed Thea, and tossed her over the ropes, causing the other wman to land on the steel barricade with a satisfying SNAP!

"Heheh!" Sky chuckled to herself, leaning on the ropes facing Thea. "Lot more where that came from, bitch!"

[Monsy]

Both hands and knees pinned themselves onto the outside floor, and Thea pushed up to raise her stomach. A hand moved forward, but her legs didn’t follow, and she collapsed face-first again. Something decrepit had brushed her lower half, and her back felt as though someone took it and snapped it in two. Pulses and a swollen feel flooded, as though pain were a liquid that just spilled. It tightened her eyes and mouth, forging this delay between her upper and lower body. There was already a ragged breath cupping her voice. And only by chance did she catch the guard rail to pull her hands off the canvas and mount her feet. Strides did not measure gains but by hobbling and sometimes botched steps. Her torso often outran her legs, knees buckled together, and a hand nursed pushed on her spine as though it were about to fall out.

Still. That voice.

Constant taunts that harried against the words of the front row. Words of encouragement versus spiteful venom. Or perhaps therapy? It was enough to throw her weight towards the ring. She stumbled and collapsed against the ring post, dragged her arm across the apron as she hobbled along, then threw a leg up onto the ring and tossed herself beneath the bottom rope and into Skylar’s brawling coliseum.