Steel and Scale: Wyvern vs. Cyber Widow

[Hills]

"Would've been really disappointing if it had."

Apart from her pithy reply, Wyvern just smirks at Thereisa's analysis of her hematophagy, continuing her way back into the ringside area as she does so. It was, as with almost everything else, a test. Another push to see how her opponent would react. Very little of what Wyvern does is arbitrary; almost all of her actions are calculated to provoke responses from her opponents, to prod at them until something gives or they're able to weather the storm. For her part, despite the trickles of red running across most of her body, if anything Wyvern seems invigorated by the bloodshed.

When she sees Cyber Widow withdrawing a selection of tools from under the apron, she nods to herself briefly. Rather than going under the ring, she looks at the possible weapons scattered around the ringside, quickly settling on a baseball bat withdrawn from a nearby trashcan. As she's moving to get back into the ring, however, she pauses and pulls a cinderblock off of a nearby pile, sliding it under the bottom rope before hopping back onto the apron. Stepping back in, she paces to the opposite side of the ring from Thereisa before leaning back against the ropes.

[The Riders]

One last item that is underneath the ring that the older woman saw and decided to pull out before tossing inside the ring is a black sack. Seeing as she feels like she grabbed more than enough, Thereisa would stand up and slide herself into the ring seeing the items and weapons that Wyvern had brought in on her side of the ring and smirks knowing what is going to happen to the back of them.

'Shall we continue.?'

She says before deciding to not use the weapons that are laying at her feet as she wants to show the other woman how badly out matched she is in a straight wrestling match, as she kneels down and goes for another leg sweep with her arm wanting to take Wyvern to the canvas and out wrestler the young woman to show her the ropes. Only after that is she going to take it to the style of matches that made her infamous in Japan when she was doing death matches with some of the very best in the business and going up against male wrestlers to, as she does another quick sweep wanting Wyvern down and on her back so that she can take advantage of her surprise moves.

[Hills]

Wyvern's eyes narrow at Thereisa's incitement. Although her expression remains calm, there's no hiding the burning hunger behind her eyes. She steps forward from the ropes, swinging the baseball bat around behind her in a quick mulinette before assuming a prepared stance.

"Let's."

Perhaps surprisingly for someone of her demeanour, Wyvern appears to be under no delusions about which of the two would win in a straight wrestling competition. As such, she makes no effort to even try to engage the older wrestler on her terms. As soon as Cyber Widow goes low for her sweep at Wyvern's legs, the Irish wrestler...just sits there and lets her opponent connect. As soon as Thereisa secures her grip, however, Wyvern brings the bat down full force on her opponent's head, using Thereisa's hold for leverage to ensure that the strike is still able to connect strongly.

Of course, that still leaves her flat on her back a few moments later.

[The Riders]

Going for the low leg sweep to take her opponent down to her back... while dropping the weapon as well to save herself the hassle of dealing with the bat so early in the match, but not to her surprise but more of an annoyance as her opponent didn't fall like how she wanted her to, or even drop the bat like she had planned as Wyvern had a strong grip on the weapon and it was then she knew that the younger woman had set her up to get in close for the right moment to counter the move as she sees the bat being brought down right at her head.

Deciding to move her head to the side at the last minute but takes a glancing blow to the side of her head that leaves a cut going down her cheek, as she rolls over to her side and feels blood dripping down the side of her face but it doesn't bother her as her head is throbbing and pounding from the blow.

'Congrats first, blood is to you...' she says in a calm voice, not all worried or concerned, as she stands back up to her feet and allows for Wyvern to get to her own feet. 'My turn to make you bleed as well.'

[Hills]

With Thereisa's assault halted by the brutal strike from the bat, Wyvern rolls away as soon as her back hits the canvas. The bat had been useful, and perhaps saved her from being grabbed or overwhelmed early into the match, but a glancing blow wouldn't keep an opponent like Cyber Widow down for long. Transitioning to a kneeling position, Wyvern rises to her feet as quickly as she is able to, getting up barely ahead of her opponent. When she rises to her feet and hefts the bat once more, however, she gets her first real shock of the match.

Between the weapon and Thereisa's body, crafted wood had yielded against iron muscle. The splintered tool hangs off at an angle midway up the center. Wyvern's eyebrow lifts, a rare visual display of surprise from the taciturn wrestler. When her gaze returns to Thereisa, there's...not fear, exactly, but perhaps a full understanding of just how strong her opponent is.

For once lacking a quip to fire back, Wyvern grabs the dangling end of the bat in her other hand. Then, she snaps the remaining connection between the two over her knee before tossing the upper portion aside. She keeps her grip on the handle, keeping the tip up and pointed towards Thereisa. Shorter, perhaps, but no less dangerous in its own way.

[The Riders]

With blood dripping down the side of her face. Thereisa would start to chuckle and laugh seeing the other woman even snap the broken bat with her knee and holding the sharp out like a stabbing weapon, this is the kind of violence that she has not taken part in so long since her old days when she took on men inside the ring.

Her heart is pounding and she can even feel the blood rushing through her body as she remembers that feeling of the rush you get when you're standing across another wrestler who can match you... and you feel like to prove that who is the baddest bitch in the company and that is something that she has said that she is that bitch who has been the most feared and violent woman in the company since she been signed, but due to that bad showing against Sienna even she been feeling like she is not the same woman she was before but right now she feels just right at home and Wyvern is going to learn a painful lesson when messing with her.

Having to fight smart again only due to the woman her opponent is holding the older woman would almost stalk Wyvern approaching slowly before making her move to try to catch the other woman off guard, by taking a swipe at the woman's stomach with her arm... but it is a feint so that she can get behind her opponent and wrap her arms around Wyvern and go for a German suplex to take the weapon away and do some damage of her own.

[Hills]

Wyvern responds to Thereisa's laughter a vicious smile of her own, the older wrestler's enthusiasm for the violence contagious. This, the pain and blood and exhilaration was what Wyvern lived for, and it was never more enjoyable than when she had an opponent who was just as into it as she was. For Wyvern, thoughts of victory and defeat are far from her mind in this moment; all of her thoughts are on the fight. Analysis of previous exchanges, preparation for Thereisa's next move, and plans for how to most effectively combat her larger, more experienced foe all run in parallel, the Irishwoman's normally analytical mind pushed into overdrive by everything happening.

Staying on the defensive after seeing exactly how tough the Silver Demon truly was, Wyvern's hesitation costs her as she falls for the older wrestler's feint. It isn't until Cyber Widow's arms are locked around her midsection that she fully realizes what's going on.

I really need to start remembering that other people can do that, too.

Secured in the grip of a larger opponent, Wyvern lacks the leverage to do anything to prevent the incoming suplex. As soon as she's off her feet, however, she immediately flips the handle of the bat into a reverse grip, driving the jagged wood down into Thereisa's shoulder at the apex of the arc before she's brought down onto the mat with a thunderous impact.

"Hnf!"

After a rough landing, Wyvern is momentarily disoriented, long enough for her opponent to get the chance to follow up.

[The Riders]

'GGAAHHH'

Thereisa would cry out feeling the jagged wood stab cut into her shoulder but she was still able to suplex her opponent onto the canvas, as she gets to her feet clutching her shoulder which has started to bleed as well from the sharp edge cutting her skin open.

Staring at her bloody shoulder the older woman would lick her lips and plan on what to do next to get herself going as Wyvern has gotten three good shots in that made her bleed... and yet the younger woman is not covered in her own crimson mask at all yet. Walking over to where her opponent is at... Thereisa would stomp down on the woman crotch to keep the woman stunned and down to recover whiles she put her plan into action as she slides out of the ring to the outside, lifting the ring curtain and starts looking underneath the ring and starts to pull out more items to use in this already violent match.

As she slides more fluorescent lamp tubes into the ring... a small sack that is filled with something... a piece of plywood board that is covered in barbed wire and a table that she sets up on the outside of the ring before sliding back into the ring and grabs the sack and holds it up for the fans to see.

'I told you I am going to make this brat bleed today...' She says as she opens the sack and pours out thumbtacks on the canvas in a pile and uses her boot to spread it out so it is even for her. As she grabs the younger woman by her hair and drags Wyvern up to her feet so that she is standing in front of the thumbtacks... before Thereisa bounces off the ring ropes and runs to where the other woman is at and leaves her feet planning on doing a cutter move to drive Wyvern face first into the thumbtacks.

[Hills]

Wyvern feels a sharp burst of satisfaction as her final use of the bat elicits another cry of pain from Thereisa. As she feels the wood dig into her opponent's skin, the Irish wrestler immediately twists it, worsening the lacerations momentarily before being cut off by her collision with the canvas. Her entire focus being on hurting Thereisa means that she doesn't properly protect herself from the suplex, making the powerful slam even more devastating than it would be normally. As could be expected, Cyber Widow offers her no chance to recover before slamming one foot down on her groin, a rare new experience for Wyvern when it comes to receiving brutality.

"TSSSSSSS!"

A loud hiss of pain is Wyvern's only answer to Thereisa's assault, and the subsequent throbbing and involuntary twitches from her lower half make regaining her feet nearly impossible. Even so, by the time the Silver Demon has finished bringing her additions into the ring, Wyvern is already on her hands and knees, a defiant glare locked onto her opponent as the older wrestler declares her intent to make the young upstart bleed. With Wyvern's voluminous mane of hair pushed over one shoulder, only the roots are easily available for Thereisa to grab, but they provide an ample hold for her to haul Wyvern up. Still a bit unsteady on her feet, the Irish wrestler isn't able to move or counter before Cyber Widow can set up and deliver her vicious cutter.

The thumbtacks coating the floor of the arena render the name of that particular move far more literal than usual, and Wyvern's entire world transfers from disoriented motion to a thousand white-hot stars of pain as metal drives into every inch of her body. Cold metal and warm blood provide the only sensations she can feel in this moment, the rest of her awareness confined by the agony she is experiencing. The young wrestler simply lays there for a few moments after the impact, and Thereisa's viciousness earns an approving roar from the crowd as it looks like the cutter might have ended her opponent's ability to fight back outright. Gingerly, the referee kneels down next to Wyvern to check if the Irishwoman is even still conscious.

Any doubts about Wyvern's sheer grit are well and truly extinguished after the next few moments.

As soon as the referee's hand nears her face, Wyvern's arm instinctively shoots out and slaps it away, her attention returning to her surroundings. Curling the the appendage into a fist, she slams it back down onto the thumbtack-ridden mat, and with agonizing slowness begins to push herself up. As soon as she has enough room she props herself up on her other elbow, still heedless of the additional spikes perforating her flesh as she does so. As she begins to clear the canvas, the full brunt of her injuries are visible to the crowd for the first time, eliciting a few gasps of disgust among the broader calls for even more blood.

Rivulets of blood flow down most of Wyvern's body, streams diverted but ever-growing as they flow around more and more tacks. Her eyes managed to avoid damage, but the rest of her face is not so lucky, with blood pouring from her brow, cheeks, and lips in equal measure. Her arms, already lacerated by the earlier collision, have barely any skin visible now under the coating of red that now covers them. As she rises to her hands and knees, thin, sanguine streams drip down from her belly and pool around her hands. She spits out onto the ground, but it's blood and steel rather than saliva. Every tiny cut has redoubled agony as her sweat begins to mix in, salt aggravating her wounds and adding a stinging sensation to contrast with the sharp pinpricks.

Through all of this, Wyvern never stops her slow rise. From her hands, to one knee, she continues to push herself upward before finally staggering onto both feet, and she painfully straightens herself out, spine stiffening as she rises to her full height. Her arms hang limply at her sides, she pants from pain and exertion, and the tacks still mar her flesh, but the Irish wrestler is unbroken. And she still keeps her glare trained straight on the Silver Demon.

"That...all you got?"

[The Riders]

Thereisa landed the diamond cutter with as much force and impact as she could out behind it, as her upper back landed onto the smaller patch of thumb tracks that was on the canvas. As she sits up feeling the sharp metal points dig into her skin before she stumbles to her feet, her body sore and hurting but she needs to do more to finish the younger woman off... She knows in her mind that this is the only way to keep Wyvern down for good completely and win the match.

Even hearing the young woman taunt her almost asking for more is something that the older woman can respect, as she lunges forward and figures she has her opponent weakened enough to go for one of her finishers... As she grabs wyvern's arm and Irish whips her into the ring ropes and weird for the rebound.

As soon as her opponent comes back her way Thereisa would jump and leave her feet, planning on landing on the other woman's shoulders before falling forward to spike the woman's head to the canvas with her Frankensteinner move.