POW Apex Qualifier - Huan Lei Brightspring vs Angelina Tarrant

[Monsy]

What…
Angelina was by all measures, whether imperial or metric, confused. One thought passed through her head. ‘Does she have a fuckin’ steel clit?’ -- Honestly, she could believe it. Her boot still absorbed any hurt that might’ve brought, but she already had taken two steps back. The referee buzzed in her ear, “It was a fuckin’ accident! I was aimin’ for her fat head and forgot to jump!” Said Angelina, gesturing her hands to Huan before the command to continue. Fuuuuck me.

Angelina raised a finger, put her feet together, but one was clearly sliding back and she was prompted to bolt. Still, she swallowed hard, licked her lips and postured a forced smile, putting her index fingers together and offering purple eyes, looking up again. “H-Hey, uh. Can I get a redo on that?”

[ThatPolishDude]

This girl was a puzzle, first, she goes for a cheap shot, then when it didn't work she gets all timid. Huan wasn't sure what Angelina expected, wearing a protective cup seemed just like a sensible thing to do. Apparently, it was not a common practice, all the more reason to keep doing so.

Huan advanced, listening to Angelina, a not-so-friendly smirk spreading across her face. "Head kick was it? Actually..." Huan said, taking a quick step forward and aiming a snap kick at the girl's head. " Some learning material for you."

[Monsy]

Maybe a boob-shot will do somethin’ more.
Can’t have a metal bra, can you? Well, anyway. She was staring right at it when they turned around, kind of drifting and contemplating a headbutt or punch. Maybe a chop would be better if they don’t die. There was much, MUCH bigger issues. One that came with a boulder of a leg missiling to her -- where she could only muster a hand to her head before getting struck, and feeling like an egg inside a metal shell. The yoke inside certainly burst. And the metal shell might as well have been busted. She fell with her legs going stiff, windmilling to the side before violently smacking the canvas. “O-ow.. Ooo….”

Her vision spun and wobbled like the sound of a good waltz. She seemed to sag, but turned on all fours and did a silly skedaddle. Hup-hup hup-hup. Angelina threw herself under the bottom rope, went underneath with her legs sliding around and out, planting at ringside. Both arms spread out across the apron as she sagged lower, breathing a minor sigh, then smirking. The audience seemed eager, and they had no shortage of boos for a slimy thief. She raised her arms in a Y, standing and grinning with all the dizziness to boot.

Look at me! She wanted to shout. I kicked the cunt in the cunt!

[ThatPolishDude]

Seeing the effects of her work, Huan couldn't help but smile, it kept getting more satisfying to hit that girl. The satisfaction wasn't the usual "Got you!" from catching a slippery target though there was certainly plenty of that. It felt different, vindicating in a way that she never got with any other opponent. None of them tried cheap shots as Angelina did just seconds ago, not to mention breaking into her house and stealing. At first, she thought of this fight just as a means of getting back what was hers to begin with but now, now she wanted more than that.

Seeing her opponent limp her way out of the ring, the Sea Serpent would have none of the posing that followed, making her way to the ropes and sliding between the top and middle one before jumping off of the apron right behind the thief. Her hand would go to Angie's shoulder, clamp tight before pulling in a motion to turn ner around. "Boo!" She said before aiming a hook once more aimed at her opponent's head.

[Monsy]

Turning bronze into gold was all part of the game. She escaped the ring sure, but threw her hands up like it was all some magnificent troll. It wasn’t her style, most of the time, but goddamn she wouldn’t lie that it was helpful in relieving the swimming in her head. “Who let the posahs in?!” Angelina shouted at the crowd, then, grabbed by the shoulder, she turned with a stumble and ate the fist on her jaw. Her head snapped to the side. You can see her neck twist into folds, with her whole body spinning around. She spat with a squeal, “AH-HAAOW!!”

She went a full rotation before bumbling with knees that flinched both inward and outward, stumbling away towards the steel steps. Everything was a swirly, a half-dreamlike state with only bearded rabbits in her ether, mocking her with its flawless pirate captain hat. “Pirate Jesusss-- I will get ya… Bitch…” Angelina stumbled shoulder-first into the apron, then rebounded back out, stepping over herself. Her face looked sorely vacant and her eyes were glass, looking dull as her spine wobbled and her head rocked like a bobble head. Eventually, she just tripped over the steel steps, face-planting the ground, arms down at her sides, drooling on the floor, moaning in pain.

[ThatPolishDude]

Another stiff strike and the pirate seemed to be struggling with the worst case of sea sickness this world has ever seen, wobbling and tipping over to fall into a pile of limbs. Some part of Huan wondered if the girl would be ok after this but the referee did not seem to have such concerns and she wasn't going to feel pity for a thief that quite literally asked for it. The particularly intriguing part was that Huan was quite sure she was not the first target of the Marauder and she imagined that other encounters like this were not much more friendly, girl either liked it or someone before Huan knocked a few screws loose.

Walking over to where Angelina's body eventually came to rest Huan would pick up the redhead by the back of the neck, not unlike one would pick up a particularly naughty kitten. That was as far as the cute animal treatment went as she would follow that by shoving the girl under the ropes again before following her inside. A second would pass as she looked at the redhead, deciding that being safe was far preferable to being sorry as she would then drag the girl again into the corner to set her up there.

Her opponent's attire in itself revealed quite an alluring target, a single long stretch of skin above her belt just begged to be caved in. Taking a step back, Huan would not let it wait much longer, sending a punch to Angelina's stomach, taking a look at the effect it had before repeating the whole motion over and over.

[Monsy]

Only seconds after her unceremonious splat, she was laying in a pool of her own drool, which smothered her cheek. A tremendous Saturday morning on any other occasion. The most banger of naps. But, when it’s coupled with a head-ringing and dizzying, where not even lying still made her feel stable, it was like being wasted and hungover at once. “Baah… Bah… Blackbeard, have ya any g-go-OLD!” Her little song and death dance came interrupted by the hold on her neck. Angelina’s limbs sucked in. She felt her heart skip, and she was lifted, rolled beneath the ropes.

One turn became two, then three, with her leg and arms splaying out spread-eagle. Hair swept across her face from the left, and she was practically eating the strands with how her mouth hung open. “I’ammmm… Ow.” Then being dragged back up, placed in the corner, swaying like an inflatable tube rocking in the wind.

Her head mostly tipped up, where she only really catched Huan’s hairpiece before… “HUGGGHHH!!!” You can see that massive fuckin’ fist bury itself an inch into her tight but soft belly, like slamming a rock into wet clay. Her innards felt like they slammed into her back. She lurched forward, violently, with her fishnets stretching into long diamonds. A face of bloodshot baseballs for eyes and a full-circle mouth stared at the ground, shooting spittle like it was launched from her throat. She came off her feet almost three inches, where her lower back slammed into the bottom of the top turnbuckle before coming down.

Both legs trembled like a newborn lamb trying to stand. She grabbed the top rope and looked to be choking, white-faced, heaving in short before “h-eeeeeeeeeekkkk!!” Her voice didn’t have the wind to scream, so came out in the girliest of squeals, fading out as that fist somehow cratered deeper into her belly the second time around. She felt fuzzy, and the trembles were racing into her shoulders. Her chin met her collar, and looked at it, gulping, then eating another. “aaakk!!” Her voice cracked, “Pugghh!!” Over, “kuggh…” And over, “mggghhh…” Each time streamlined the bruise that was forming. She stressed her vocal chords and deflated her lungs to the point that she hardly made noise beyond the puppyish whimper. The crowd heard every sick fucking thud, and they could only cheer it on.

[ThatPolishDude]

With the last strike, Huan would hold it in after impact, pushing at the tender flesh as her other hand would tilt Angelina's chin up. "Having second thoughts already, thief?" She said turning the fist in her gut, scraping the knuckles on her skin before withdrawing and letting the girl fall off of the corner.

To Huan, the girl looked sufficiently tenderized to probably not want to risk taking any more punishment. Of course, there was a chance that her masochism reached further than that but she would at least get an out available. Huan would grab her and drag closer to the center, flipping her onto her back. Her foot would rise, to give one big stomp to the already softened belly. The foot would stay there as she waited for the referee to start the count.

[Monsy]

Second thoughts huh?
Her fuckin’ lunch was having second thoughts alright. The last fist practically pinned her in the corner. “G-Guuu…” She wheezed, quietly. Sweat started to form. Her body folded and was practically resting on Huan’s forearm, with her head in Huan’s elbow pocket, and her hands reaching, holding and clawing up that same arm for balance. That fist churned her gut and she could only whine.

Not that she had air to retort either. Her diaphragm felt locked. It might as well be a strangle. But being pulled away, bumbling like a toddler on ice, flipped over and saw the lights. Her hips spanked the canvas and so did her legs, slightly spread into a V as her arms splayed out overhead. She tossed and turned her head in that flowing red mane, biting her lip with eyes going half-blank.

Purple tinted her tummy. Like a bullseye where the middle was also red. It rose quickly, sharply, then out. She inhaled with a curl in her spine that got her lower back off the mat, then deflated back flat. Dogged pants kept her mouth open. “K-KYAAH!!..” The fucking boot came down in full meteoric force. It squashed whatever insides she had left. Burning, nauseating and dizzy spells ramped up ten fold. It sunk like her fists, and she whipped up, legs and torso in one gigantic spasm that saw her staring directly up with glassy, leaking eyes. Angelina dropped, suddenly. It should classify as a damn submission. “Nnghhh.. hahhh...”

“ONE!” The ref called. Angelina had rested with her head leaning back.
“TWO!” But she still grabbed onto Huan’s ankle with small hands, held her breath and jerked to pop the shoulder. She’d lay twisted on the ground, half-pinned by a boot -- but not enough for the ref to finish. A solid two. Nothing more.

[ThatPolishDude]

The referee stopped and Huan had to look down to see why. The little thief was still down there, some sparks still flying from one synapse to another but a functioning brain clearly did not mean a thinking one, or at least not one thinking logically. "Do you have a death wish?" Huan asked, the way Angelina acted certainly made it seem like she did. Was it some grim enjoyment of pain or a commendable amount of perseverance, it changed nothing, if the treatment Angelina received did not convince her to stay down, a more permanent solution was called for.

Yanking her leg from the redhead's grasp, Huan would lean down to grab her. She hoped that if the Maruder had enough strength to pop up from the pin, she could stand as well. If that was so, She would force her up and send her towards the ropes. Regardless of if the girl would bounce or just slump over them she would come running at her, bringing her leg up for a big boot to either send her to the mat or if Angie would not bounce from the ropes, over them and out of the ring.