Mic Chick vs. Renatta "Rumble" Tyndale

[Dubski]

Mic Chick had enough of this Renatta Rumble getting in her face and retaliated precisely with a big slap to her head, stopping her taunting immediately. Good. She was tired of hearing it. She could help but crack a cocky smile as she looked at Renatta, giving her a quite challenging look even as her opponent was completely furious. Mic smiled in the face of that full on rage, sticking out her tongue briefly before she was smacked in the face with a back hand of her own.

The Ring Rocker's face was cracked as she fell over, catching herself from collapsing entirely with her forearm holding her up off the mat. Setting her jaw briefly, Mic would lick the inside of her mouth, nodding a few times. "That the best you got, you big dumb bitch?" said Chick, pushing herself up to her knees and letting out a soft chuckle, raising her eyebrows. Ever fearless, Mic wasn't about to allow Rumble to rattle her like this. She in fact embraced any danger like this at all times, even to her own detriment. And that seemed like it was the case now.

But then the musician started throwing rapidfire forearms at Renatta's head, placing a hand on the back of her neck. It didn't take long for her opponent to start firing shots back at Mic as well. They were soon exchanging blows. Forearms mixed with open-palm slaps flurried at Renatta, wincing as she took blows herself in the violent exchange, but not daring to stand down at all. She was just looking to pummel the shit out of this woman, and she had no real end goal in mind at this moment.

[PuroQueen]

Renatta could stand being hit. Hell, her whole career was based off of geting hit, and hitting the other girl harder of course. What the Jamaican couldn't stand, however, was being disrespected, and that was the only thing that Mic Chick had managed to accomplish with that indignant slap. It left no more than a sting, a fuzzy feeling that would most likely dissipate if given a few seconds. But the ramifications of such an audacious move were bound to last the rest of the match.

Her return slap was delivered with the intent not only to malign, but also to maim her opponent. The back of Renatta's hand connected with Mic Chick's face with an amount of force that could be described as overkill for a slap, sending the rocker girl tumbling towards the mat. Renatta straightened herself up onto her knees as she stared down at her opponent. "Stay down Chick" She ordered, that once taunting and jovial tone of hers now replaced with utter venom.

Being the rebel that she was, it was no suprise when Mic Chick paid little heed to her words. Renatta let her opponent rise unhindered until the two were once again face to face. But this time, Mic Chick was filled with even more gung-ho.

The initial forearm strike came at lightning pace. Renatta winced as it smashed into her forehead, but her body immediately braced itself for more. Sure enough, a hail of strikes was sent her way, but only a few managed to slip between her defenses before the Jamaican began preparing a counter offensive of her own. She wrapped one hand around the back of Mic Chick's neck, locking the two combatant in brutal battle of attrition as they immediately began sending an uninterrupted flurry of strikes each other's way. Renatta interspersed a few punches between her slaps, shifting her arm a few degrees every swing to ensure every inch of Mic's Chick's face would feel her vitriol.

The exchange was beginning to take its toll on both of them, and as the seconds passed, Renatta's loud war cries soon melted into rough groans of exhaustion. Tired of the mutual pummeling, Renata's hands slipped free from the relentless assault, before snatching forwards and grabbing onto both of her opponent's wrist, stopping the exchange dead in it's tracks.

Renatta stared daggers into her opponent's eyes, before renewed breath properly allowed her to convey her rage. "I said... STAY DOWN BITCH!" the rookie roared, before spreading out Mic Chick's arms and paving the wave for a devastating headbutt right to her opponent's face!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick's flurry of offense was hailing on top of Renatta, and as expected, Renatta was returning it in kind. Both young women were firing off shots that seemed to hurt like hell, but neither of them wanted to let up. Fuming and full of piss and octane, Mic continued to fire away with her piston forearms and slaps. And she took almost as many--where Renatta lacked in speed, she made up for in power as each strike hit harder than Chick's. The crowd roared their approval at this downright stiff battle between these two, and Mic knew she would feel it in the morning.

But what Mic didn't know was that Rumble would be wanting to put an end to it before one of them had knocked the other one silly. She felt her arm grabbed from around Renatta's neck, and then her striking hand grasped. The Ring Rocker growled at Rumble and tried to fight her hands free, defiantly glaring at the venomous stare of her foe. She didn't care if Renatta Rumble was pissed--hell, she was hoping she was. She hoped she was beyond pissed. She wanted this girl to be angry, sour, and every negative feeling she could muster. And she saw it in Rumble's eyes and delighted in it. Screw this chick.

But she felt the force of all of those negative vibes in a single headbutt, smashing right into her forehead. Like being hit with a bat, Mic Chick immediately slammed back into the mat, folded at the knees as her body laid out from the devastating headbutt. She laid there, not moving aside from her body bucking up once and letting out a groan. She was sure she would feel that one for a week--or at least, she was sure she was sure she would feel that in a week when her brain un-scrambled itself. At least for the moment, it was clear Mic Chick wasn't going to be moving on her own just yet, simply staying on her back from that hard hit to the skull.

[PuroQueen]

With a snarl on her face, Renatta rose from the mat, fueled by a mix of anger and adrenaline. She didn't even register the soreness in her head from the combined effects of the fiery strike exchange and headbutt until she was already standing up, but she didn't it pay it much attention. Her focus was on the splayed out opponent still at her feet, eyes glossy, looking as if she was teetering on the edge of unconscious. Rumbled let out an audible scoff: No way was she going to give this bitch the luxury of peacfully drifting off into dream land.

"Wake up girl, change of plans!" Rumble chirped with mock enthusiasm. She reached down and grabbed Mic Chick by the hair, yanking her torso up from the canvas before hauling her body over to the corner. No doubt the Ring Rocker would find the journey across the mat a turbulent one, but Renatta was far beyond caring about her opponent's discomfort. She was looking for payback, and she was going to get it right here and right now.

As soon as they reached the corner, Renatta would forcefully drag and prop her opponent up against the corner padding. She let go of Mic Chick's hair and took a step back, giving herself just enough space to build up momentum. With a roar, she lunged forward, hurling an open palm into the face of her opponent. If successful, the strike would land with a loud smack, hurling Mic Chick's head off to the side like it was a punching bag. If the American Rocker was successfully stunned, Renatta would seize the opportunity to unleash her fury.

A barrage of punches, strikes and slaps followed, each one aimed at almost every conceivable body part. Renatta's Funjoy Frenzy combo was a blur of motion, her arms and legs flying in a dizzying display of violence. The crowd was on its feet, cheering and shouting encouragement as Renatta continued her relentless attack! Finally, Renatta reached the climax of her assault. With a gut-wrenching yell, she delivered a brutal kick to Mic Chick's midsection, aiming to double over her opponent in agony.

Funjoy Frenzy

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was on the mat, reeling from that headbutt, and probably the other hits that led up to it as well. But that headbutt was definitely the kicker. The most she could muster immediately was reaching one hand up to grab for Renatta, something, anything. But not much else. Her head was swarming, trying to fit all of the pieces of it back together when it was abruptly busted. But then she was suddenly grabbed by her hair, letting out a soft whine of pain as she moved one hand to grab at Rumble's wrist.

Her legs barely kept up as she was being drug towards the corner, letting out grunts and squeaks of pain. The Ring Rocker's limbs buckled underneath her a couple times before she made it to the destination. And then she was shoved up against that corner. The musician slung an arm over the top rope as she hung her head, slumping down. She was sweaty by now--very sweaty. Her hair matted to her forehead as she struggled to stay upright. That arm around the rope helped though, but she was still hoping to be virtually anywhere else but in this corner, in front of her stronger opponent. Mic panted softly, until even that was cut short by a hard palm to the face, shooting her head off to the side as she folded over onto the top rope, her other arm wrapping over it to keep herself up as she puffed and rolled her eyes back.

Another blow came, sending her flopping back into the corner with an arm on the top rope of either side of the corner, letting out a groan. Then she was in the chest, the head, stomach, chest again, head again. Each blow had Mic trying to cover up with one arm, but that only led to another body part being nailed after protecting herself, grunting as she was virtually being mauled by the Jamaican fighter. Finally, it was ended with a hard kick directly to her midsection, sending her folding into the corner, her lithe body tucking between the top and middle turnbuckle. Her backside sitting atop that middle turnbuckle as she puffed and panted out, taking deep breaths. The beating had made her feel weaker, hurt like hell, and left her not able to fight back right now.

And yet, Mic Chick still found the strength to defy Renatta Rumble still. A middle finger directly in front of her opponent's face, courtesy from the fuck you part of Mic's mind that wasn't trying to deal with the pain. She couldn't outright look at Renatta right now--her body was aching and doubling over was about the only way she could keep sucking in air. But she just wanted Rumble to know precisely how she felt still.

[PuroQueen]

Beads of sweat matriculated down Renatta's body as each strike demanded more and more energy to deliver. Her opponent exuded a similar level of moisture, with sweat spraying off her skin with each pounding of Renatta's fist into her body. By the time Renatta had finished her massacre, they were both dripping bucketloads of exertion, but it wasn't any mystery as to who had gotten the worst end of it.

After her kick had connected with Mic Chick's stomach, Renatta hopped back a few steps to admire her handiwork. With hands pressed against her sides, she took in huge gulps of air, trying quickly to regain her breath. Sure enough, her opponent was hunched over and wheezing in pain, but hardly in defeat. That much was made perfectly clear as the Ring Rocker summoned the strength to enact yet another defiant gesture her way, this time in the form of an outstretched middle finger pointed right at her face. The bittersweet sight replaced Renatta's gasping with a chuckle. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, acknowledging her opponent's resolve with equal bits frustration... and respect.

The feeling quickly faded though as Renatta took slow, pounding steps as she approached her disheveled opponent, a smirk forming on her lips. "You think a little birdie flipping me off is going to save you from the beating you have coming?" she sneered, reaching down to grab Mic Chick's slick brown hair once more. With a rough tug, Renatta hoisted Mic Chick's head up until they were perfectly eyelevel, foreheads stuck together as the two wrestlers bore into each other with a look of mutual hate. "Fuck you too bitch..." Renatta spat cold and quietly, so only her opponent could hear.

The referee looked on disapprovingly as Renatta tightened her grip on Mic Chick's hair, but there was no stopping the Jamaican from enacting her wrath. Whipping away her opponent's arm from it's supportive grip on the ropes, Renatta instead slung Mic Chick's arm around her shoulder before embarking on a slow, arduous climb up the turnbuckle. Already wrought with exhaustion, Renatta continued upwards while hauling the weight of both herself and her lifeless opponent. The cameras were quick to zoom in on the Jamaican's fuming and frustrated expression, but she put those feelings aside as she focused on her climb, the crowds chants increasingly becoming louder and louder as Renatta slowly ascended the ropes.

The arena let out as an ecstatic roar as Renatta finally reached the top of the corner. She slung Mic Chick overtop the ropes with an exasperated sigh, positioning her opponent so that she was perched on the middle ropes facing inwards, while Renatta herself stood unrivaled on the top ropes facing her rival. The feat of strength was impressive given her current state, but it was nothing compared to what she had in store next.

"Listen up, everybody!" Renatta called out, combing her fingers through Mic Chick's hair once more and holding her up for all to see. "Dis little birdie here thought she could take me down, thought she could come into my debut match and disrespect me. I guess I beat her so bad she's already forgotten, so lemme remind her - and all of you - who the fuck she's messin' wit'... Renatta FUCKING Rumble!" Her voice boomed over the arena speakers as the in-ring microphones caught every word of her raging breath.

"And dis, dis is just the beginning. I'm a force ta be reckoned wit', and y'all betta believe it! Dis ring, it's mine now, and I'm gonna run roughshod over anyone who tries to stop me!" The Jamaican's accent bled through her bold declaration. The crowd was on their feet now, victory all but certain to fall into the hands of the electric newcomer. Bending down Renatta locked eyes with her opponent once more. "You've been cute Mic, but dis ends now" she cooed, bending down even further to plant an unexpected and large, wet, kiss on her opponent's cheek.

Renatta let go of Mic Chick's hair, letting her body flop forwards and slump against the top turnbuckle. She then looped one hand underneath Mic Chick's armpit, lifting up her shoulder in what was an obvious setup for a double underhook. Her other hand slowly extended straight upwards in the sky, three fingers protruding out in full view of the audience. Renatta was demanding a countdown, and the arena was quick to oblige. "THREE!...TWO!..." One more second and Mic Chick would be victimized by the full force of Renatta's fury, subject to none other than her momentous and debuting off the ropes suplex finisher: The Wah Gwaan Wham!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was busy trying to suck in air to really care about anything that her opponent was saying. All she could think about was trying to catch her breath, how much she would be hurting in the morning, and how much of a long-winded thunder cunt that her opponent was. Still, the pounding in her head made it easier to not hear her, which ended up being the only positive with that. But as it turned out, this was all for her trying to push Mic towards the top of the turnbuckle. Fucking hell, Mic thought. All of this to do some crazy bullshit on the top rope. She didn't even bother to try fighting back immediately. What in the hell could she do at this point.

Instead, she just let herself be dead weight for Renatta. If she was going to do this wacky shit, then Mic wasn't about to help her. Fuck that. Let her wear herself out. She just had the most over it expression, even with her hair being ripped and torn at, being shown off like a prize or trophy. What an absolute dumbass this chick was. And then she felt that kiss, cringing from it. Was this girl mental or something? She didn't even have the words to say to her, but she was busy trying to gather her strength again while her idiot opponent was grandstanding. There was putting on a show and whatever Shakespearean monologue she was attempting.

Soon, She was on that top rope, slumped over as she sat on the actual pole. Breathing came a little easier. She could feel parts of her body she couldn't before. Overall, with as much time as Rumble wasted, Mic Chick was able to make somewhat of a meager recovery. And she felt herself stuffed between her legs again and her arms grabbed in an underhook. It was now or never to act for Mic, and she went for it. Beginning to shift and wriggle her body, she abruptly broke her arms free and went diving through Renatta's legs, landing in a roll on the mat.

Staggering up to her feet from the momentum, the Ring Rocker held her midsection, looking a bit beleaguered and shook her head as she looked back up at Rumble. Scowling, she would then rush right back towards the corner and jump one foot onto the middle rope and then got onto the top rope, standing on it beside Rumble. She gave her an open palm slap to the face to stun the Jamaican and then grabbed hold of her, slinging her arm across the woman's shoulders as she faced her. Taking a deep breath, Mic Chick then twisted them so her back faced more towards the ring and she leaped off with Renatta Rumble in tow, throwing any last bit of strength she had in her to send them both sailing into the air with a Spanish Fly she calls the Tune Up! She planted Renatta into the mat on impact, slamming her down hard as Mic's body sprung up, bouncing off the mat as she held her chest and midsection in pain, getting to her feet briefly before toppling right back to the mat, letting out a loud grown of pain after performing such an explosive feat!

[PuroQueen]

With Mic Chick trapped between her legs and one arm held tightly in an underhook, Renatta had her opponent exactly where she wanted her. She was perched on the top turnbuckle, straining to catch her breath and looking completely out of sorts. Any second now, and the crowd's chant would be over, her three fingers would join the rest of her hand as they went to complete the double underhook, and in the most glorious moment of all, her opponent would be catapulted to the mat for a finale that would see her rival both physically and emotionally bruised for days.

The thought was almost enough to bring a tear to her eye

But as she lifted her opponent higher and tighter, Renatta suddenly realized that something was wrong. Mic Chick was now longer dormant and defeated, but rather active, resititing, and struggling to free herself from Renatta's grasp. Before the previously triumphant Jamaican could react, Mic Chick had broken free completely, diving through her legs before landing with a roll onto the canvas.

Renatta teetered on the top ropes, momentarily disoriented by the sudden change in pace. Her opponent didn't seem to fare much better, but with a speed and agility that took Renatta by surprise, Mic Chick was back on her feet and rushing towards the corner. Renatta tried to shake off the confusion and regain her momentum, but it was too late. Mic Chick was on the top rope, and just as Renatta opened her mouth to deliver any one of dozens of profanities racing through her head, a loud yelp had stolen her breath away. The American Rocker had slapped her across the face yet again, leaving her shocked and groggy on the ropes.

That stupid bitch...

The next few seconds felt like an eternity. Renatta was caught off guard, thrown into a dizzying spin as Mic Chick twisted them both in the air. She was momentarily weightless, suspended in midair as Mic Chick took flight with the Tune Up. And then, with a sickening thud, Renatta slammed down onto the mat, her body jolted by the impact.

For a moment, she lay there, stunned and in pain. Her back felt like it was on fire, and every muscle and joint in her body was screaming in protest. The crowd was going wild, the noise and energy of the arena a blur as Renatta tried to gather her wits. Her eyes popped back open, her lungs gasping for air she felt the pain radiate through her body. The impact of the Spanish Fly had been devastating, and Renatta was struggling not to lose control of her senses. The stillness in the ring was in stark contrast to the ear-splitting energy in the arena. Everyone was eager to see who would be the first to retake the reigns, but if Renatta's near-paralyzed spine had anything to say about that, it was that it would almost certainly not be her.

[Dubski]

Mic Chick laid on the mat, holding her midsection in pain after having planted Renatta Rumble with the Tune Up. She would then sit up eventually and pound the mat with her hand hard, getting the crowd to start cheering even louder and clapping to rally her up. Then, she pushed herself up, teetering on her legs as she looked down at Rumble, fuming with a scowl on her face. She felt exhausted. Her body felt like it went through a blender. And yet the adrenaline ran through her more as she stared down at Rumble ready to do something--anything to her. She was ready to beat that ass.

She started by running directly at Renatta and leaping into the air, performing a picture perfect Standing Shooting Star Press, landing on Rumble's midsection hard! Mic, bounced on her briefly, and hung her head, gritting her teeth in pain from it. But she wasn't ready to go for a pinfall. She might be able to end the match there. She might be able to at least get Renatta Rumble to sweat a little bit. She knew the girl was obviously in pain from it. But fuck that, she had more she wanted to do to her.

The Ring Rocker then grabbed Renatta by her mohawk with one hand and ripped her head up. Then, with her other hand she began laying in punches directly at her head and face, with backhands thrown in for good measure. She was just unleashing frustration at this point, glaring daggers into Rumble as she just unloaded on her entirely. She just wanted to inflict pain--a good comeuppance against her.

And finally, Mic Chick felt the referee's hands on her shoulder, telling her to get off of her or she'd disqualify her. It brought her out of her violent haze and Mic released Renatta's hair and stood, an angry flame in her eyes as she let out a loud scream, stomping her way towards the nearest ring ropes and leaning over them. She breathed heavily, staring out at the crowd as she gave herself another breather. She had a hell of a lot more to do, and she was going to be sure to unleash it all on Renatta Rumble after she had a second to collect herself!

[PuroQueen]

Renatta stirred, her consciousness wavering as the sounds of the crowd's excitement filled her ears. She heard the muffled thud of Mic Chick's hand slapping the mat, the cheering and clapping of the fans as they rallied around her opponent. The wrestler tried to sit up, but a searing pain in her back made her gasp and fall back onto the mat. She clutched her tailbone, trying to get her bearings as the crowd's cheers grew louder, the arena lights blinding her from above.

Soon they were blocked out by Mic Chick's teetering silhouette. It took a few seconds for Renatta's eyes to adjust, but when they did, she was forced to stare directly into the determined eyes of her opponent. Renatta smacked her lips, her feeble, facetious self still looking for something, anything flippant enough to say to show Mic Chick that she wasn't beaten yet. But Rumble was still far too dazed, the main command center in her brain unable to comprehend what was happening. Before she could even try to rise, Mic Chick sprang into action, leaping upwards with startling agility before hammering down into her belly with a Standing Shooting Star Press.

It would have been impressive, if it hadn't hurt so damn much. "GAGH!" The impact was like a ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of Renatta as Mic Chick's full weight crashed down on her midsection. The wrestler grunted in pain, her body writhing beneath Mic Chick's. But the Ring Rocker was far from finished. With a snarl still visible through her half-closed eyes, Mic Chick grabbed Rumble by her brown her, eliciting a loud cry as her neck was yanked forward, before being victim to a flurry of punches and slaps towards her face and head.

"Ugh...mphh...gragh!" Renatta wailed, spittle flying out her mouth and coating the face of her incensed rival.

Renatta endured each punch like a speedbag, the force of each blow whipping her head in whichever direction Mic's fist dictated. She tried to defend herself, but Mic Chick was relentless, her anger fueling her attack. The referee's voice was a distant echo in Renatta's ear as she struggled to stay conscious. Finally, she felt the pressure on her hair ease and the punches stop. She lay there on the mat, battered and bruised, Mic Chick's distant footsteps signaling her opponent had gone to take a breather of her own.

With a herculean effort Rumble herself couldn't believe she still had in her, Renatta forced herself up, her knees unsteady and vision swimming as she staggered to her feet. The crowd roared, egging her on as she glared at Mic Chick, who sure enough, was resting on the ropes. The wrestler took a deep breath, mustering her remaining strength as she charged at her opponent, aiming for a running lariat that would hopefully send Mic Chick tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring!