Mic Chick vs. Renatta "Rumble" Tyndale

[Dubski]

After a jazzy little combination of kicks, the speedy Mic Chick was already well on her way to end it with a bang. Lining up Renatta Rumble's head and then sending a low superkick directly at her face, the crowd cheered in approval at the Check One Two! After nailing the kick, the Ring Rocker would then step past the fallen Renatta and let out a loud roar of approval, pounding her own chest. "THAT'S WHAT'S UP! shouted Mic Chick, feeling the adrenaline surging through her after her string of offense thusfar.

Looking back down at Rumble, she made a few broad steps before swinging over to run the length of the ring to the ropes, aligning herself with the fallen newcomer. She wasn't about to let up on the high octane moves quite yet. She was going to keep putting on a show for the crowd at her opponent's expense, and this time throw a little high flying into it. Leaping onto the middle rope, Mic Chick would perform a Lionsault, aiming to land on top of Renatta to conclude her initial offensive volley of moves!

[PuroQueen]

The palm of Renatta's hand roughly massaged the bridge of her nose as she lay paralyzed on the canvas. She had been told a thousand time before that the girls in this league would be a step above anyone she had faced before, but for some reason, she had never believed that. She was Renatta freakin Rumble after all. She was supposed to dominate, she was supposed to destroy, she was supposed to win! But the only thing she was doing thus far was getting her ass kicked, and learning the hard way that wrestling wasn't as simple as she had always made it out to be.

After squinting her eyes from the spotlight above, Renatta slowly turned her head to focus on a much more pressing matter: her opponent. At first Mic Chick seemed like she was nowhere in sight, but it wasn't until Renatta's eyes slowly widened did the dramatic rocker come fully back into view. She was leaping onto the ropes, no doubt in preparation for an aerial bonanza that might see this match come to an end, and the newcomers career along with it.

Or at least, that's what any two-bit, run of the mill rookie would have conceded. Renatta was already preparing her defenses, she just needed the willpower to pull it off. As Mic Chick came soaring through the air, the Jamaican caught a fleeting glimpse of her opponent's smug smile, and with it the energy she needed to prove that this fight was far from over suddenly came surging backing into her muscles.

Renatta legs tucked in and jutted out at the very last second, shielding her vulnerable body with a set of two hardened knees that were bound to make for an unpleasant landing for the incoming rocker Chick.

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was feeling herself now, having made an impressive leap off the middle ropes to come right down for a Lionsault. She didn't think it would be the end of the match by any means--Renatta Rumble seemed like she was made of sturdier stuff. The degree of sturdiness was still in question, but it wouldn't harm the Ring Rocker to try and see what damage she could do with it anyway.

It turned out there was a lot of sturdiness in Renatta yet, as she was able to get those knees up as Mic was coming back down. The singer would bounce right off of those knees, landing away from Rumble in a heap as she held her midsection, rolling a few times until she found herself on her front, cringing in pain. It was always a risk for Mic Chick when she went for these big moves like those, but it was always a risk she was willing to take. Anything to show off for the crowd and get them loud. Anything to put her body on the line for the people.

But damn did it ever hurt like hell now. Folded over with her knees under her, Chick would start trying to crawl as she held her midsection with one hand. She knew she had to get back up, even if the pain in her gut and the difficulty breathing now was stunting that. She was still relatively fresh in this match, even despite that, and she just needed to make sure that Rumble couldn't come back too much with this. With those muscles, she had no doubt that Renatta was capable of such a thing.

[PuroQueen]

Renatta watched with a mixture of satisfaction and relief as Mic Chick bounced harshly against her knees. While she knew that she still had a ton of resolve left in her even if lionsault had landed, it was better knowing that had avoided taking any chances. With a deep breath, Renatta tucked in her knees even further and rolled into a backwards somersault before popping back up onto her feet. She shot out both hands and grinned towards the audience, hiding away the pain of Mic Chick's previous attacks with an undeterred look of bravado. The crowds reaction was a welcome one.

Her sly smile remained the same as she turned back to face her still reeling opponent. The pain did little to slow her down as she marched towards Mic, the Jamaican's muscles gleaming from the spotlights all around. With Mic Chick still crawling away from her, Renatta swooped in to grab hold of her arm before forcefully dragging her up to her feet.

"What's the matter, did all that dancing give you a little tummy ache" Renatta teased as she wrapped her arms around Mic Chick's waist from behind, making sure to tug extra tight against her battered midsection. With her left hand, Renatta grabbed Mic Chick's right wrist, pulling it behind her back. At the same time, she used her right hand to push down on the back of Mic Chick's neck, forcing her down to a kneeling position.

Renatta then twisted her hips, lifting Mic Chick up and off the ground using the leverage from her grip on her body. Keeping a tight hold of her opponent's now suspended and supine form, Renatta then launched herself backwards, flipping Mic Chick over her head and slamming her down onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was trying to pull herself up, reaching out to grab the middle rope for leverage before she suddenly felt herself being grabbed hold of by the powerful arms of Renatta Rumble. She made one last swipe at the rope to no avail before she was shoved downward and her body being wrapped up. She had an idea where this was going, and she wasn't terribly excited for it. Especially since the added pressure onto her midsection made it even more uncomfortable as she groaned out loud, trying to briefly push herself away from her opponent.

A Gutwrench Suplex came after, sending Mic up and over Rumble and landed hard into the mat from the controlled grip. Mic sat up immediately, letting out a loud yell on impact as her arms went back to her midsection. She sucked in a few shallow breaths as she closed her eyes tight. She grimaced, feeling the full weight of that one onto her midsection again as she planted one hand to the mat, briefly trying to push up, but not having success and instead letting herself sit there for another moment as she hoped that the newcomer wouldn't be coming at her against so fast after the last move, but she had a feeling that Renatta Rumble wasn't that type of competitor.

[PuroQueen]

With a satisfied smirk on her face, Renatta rose to her feet, her eyes fixed on Mic Chick who sat hurt and wheezing on the canvas. Taking a moment to savor her impressive turnaround, Renatta strode towards her opponent with purpose. She towered over Mic Chick, who struggled to catch her breath, and grabbed hold of her arm once more, pulling her up with ease.

"Sorry hon, but this is no time for breaks. We're here to Rumble, rememba?" Renatta chuckled, transitioning her grip to take ahold of Mic Chick wrist. Without warning, Renatta yanked the arm out from behind her opponent, using her other hand to push against Mic Chick's shoulder and put additional strain on her shoulder joint.

Stomping her foot for emphasis, Rumble delivered yet another harsh yank to solidify her control over her opponent's limb, before taking her wrist and tugging it tightly up against along the length of Mic Chick's back and into a standing hammerlock.

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was trying to recover from that big suplex when she felt her arm being grabbed again. Letting out a growl of annoyance while she was being tugged up to her feet, she scowled. She hardly liked being led around like this--call it being a free spirit like that. As the singer was pulled up, she let out another yell of pain when she locked int he hammerlock, scowling all the more intensely as a result, feeling back with her free arm to try and ease the pain, only to get it yanked harder as a result. "Gah... Keep up that smart talk and I'll be breaking my foot off in your ass if you won't like it too much," retorted Mic, trying to adjust her positioning.

Taking a deep breath, the Ring Rocker would then get her lower half a bit of room so she could send a hip check back into Rumble, hoping to keep her off center for just a moment. She'd get Renatta to let go of her arm one way or another, because the last thing she needed was a busted wing on top of it. Mic would then leap up, wrapping her legs around the head of Rumble and attempting to take her down with a reverse headscissors! If she was fortunate, she would be free and give her a much needed chance to recover!

[PuroQueen]

There was a few options Renatta had at her disposal, but truth be told, the debutante needed a bit of a break herself, considering that Mic Chick had landed quite a few hard hitting openers not too long ago. For now, Renatta was perfectly content to keep the status quo and catch her breath, while making sure Mic Chick didn't have the same opportunity by cranking on that hammerlock until she was bored with. Judging by Renatta's wide smile, it seemed that it wouldn't be anytime soon.

"I dunno Chick, somethin' tells me your arm just might break first!" Renatta exclaimed with a loud cackle, pulling Mic Chick's arm higher and tighter up against her back. Sensing that she could probably stretch out her opponents arm even further, Renatta braced her free hand against Mic Chick's shoulder for some assistive pressure.

A few seconds longer and Mic would have really been put through the wringer, but to the surprise of Renatta, her opponent still had plenty of pop left in her. "Oof!" the Jamaican gasped as Mic Chick's hip collided into her, fumbling her back by half a step while also weakening the hold. Before Renatta knew it, her opponent had taken advantage of her momentary lapse to swing into the air and take down the large middleweight with a reverse headscissor.

Luckily Renatta wasn't caught completely unaware. The headscissor sent her tumbling forward and free from her opponent, but she had managed to maintain just enough composure to come out of the throw into a forwards somersault before popping back up onto her feet. "Nice moves, but you ain't getting off that easy" Renatta mumbled beneath her breath, before charging back at her opponent. Her goal was to close the distance as quickly as possible and deny Mic Chick the chance to recover. Once she had gotten her stride, the Jamaican newcomer would then pivot off her leading foot before sending the other soaring through the air, hoping to catch her opponent in the side of her head with a spinning roundhouse kick as soon as she got back up!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick had managed to give herself enough room despite Renatta Rumble's best efforts with a hip check that she could use a reverse headscissors takedown to send Renatta flying up and over her. She didn't need to take anymore pain in her arm if she could help it, and her speedy moves got her free once again. She had to lean on that quite a bit to survive in this match. As Mic came down, she had felt her arm being released as she was in a sitting position, shaking out her arm and shoulder with a scowl.

Renatta was quick to get back up though, which was somewhat expected. It wasn't a high impact move by any stretch, but it was enough to keep Rumble on her heels. The Ring Rocker was rising up at the same time though, backing up a couple spaces before scouting her closely. Then, Mic threw her body down in a slide ducking right under the Spinning Roundhouse Kick. The bigger Renatta already soared right over her, but Mic was quick to stand already, putting a hand to her midsection for a moment to brace herself.

As Renatta Rumble was beginning to pick herself up after whiffing her big kick, Mic Chick was already sprinting towards the ropes in front of her. Her plan was already set up. She was about to take advantage of any opportunity when it arose. And boy was it ever a good opportunity. She leaped onto the middle rope again, and then she came back towards Renatta Rumble with a Chuck Kick she calls Beat Drop! She wanted to clock Renatta on that stupid head of her's once more and keep her down for longer this time.

[PuroQueen]

Determined to take control of the match, Renatta flung her leg through the air with a scary amount of force. If it connected, it might've been a bit overkill considering she was just trying to keep her opponent on the backfoot, but after the amount of hits Mic Chick had gotten in on her so far, she was just wanted to land something big of her own, and fast.

Unfortunately for Renatta, her plans for domination were already beginning to unravel. As she watched Mic Chick effortlessly duck under the attack, a surge of frustration then regret entered her thoughts. The Ring Rocker was quick to recover, using her agility to her advantage as she immediately sprang back to her feet. Renatta had to admire her quick thinking, but she wasn't about to let Mic Chick get the upper hand.

With a fire in her belly, Renatta spun around, hoping to lung forward and land a few punches instead. Suddenly, Renatta heard a loud cheer from the crowd - sure enough, Mic Chick was still one step ahead, already sprinting towards the ropes in preparation for another attack. The rookie barely had enough time to bring her arms up to protect her head, but even that wasn't enough as Chick's boot slammed hard into the side of her face."Aaagh!" Rumble groaned as she stumbled backwards, dropping to one knee as she clutched side of head.