POW Apex Qualifier - Huan Lei Brightspring vs Angelina Tarrant

[Monsy]

Burning escalated fast and torrential.
It’s the kind of thing that made her think a thought a quarter way before stalling, going to the next before repeat. All in all. Nothing really clicked. Angelina had a small, dry and voice-cracking slow giggle for Huan. Nothing out of joy. Just, managing. “I have… a tummy ache.” And she’s peeled off the mat, where she found her feet. It came easy enough. She just needed to curl over, hold her gut and then run.

An arm went over the ropes and Angelina hooked, bouncing but staying pinned to them. Huan was coming close. Like facing down the headlights of a train. Angelina stomped the canvas and launched herself, with her shoulder blades as the fulcrum to roll over the top rope. The boot just went over her chin.

She hit the apron, nearly falling off from an abdominal pinch, hissing through her teeth before running for the corner. One step up became two and with the help of a hand and a fluent hop, she mounted the top turnbuckle -- then went for a jump. The aim was to land on Huan’s shoulders in what they’d call a seated senton -- where they could fall, and straddle the Sea Serpent’s chest.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan was somewhat surprised to see Angelina show some signs of life at this point in the fight. Eveding at the very last second made the Sea Serpent's kick fly over the ropes and land in an awkward tangle as she tipped her weight back to not fall out of the ring. Then she had to actually get out from the ropes and just as she did, the Marauder struck. Falling on top of Huan with all her weight produced a predictable outcome as a loud thud echoed through the arena with the larger fighter's fall, the redhead now seated on top of her.

Huan growled, both as a reaction to pain in her back and skull from having 109 pounds freefall on top of her and from irritation, she hoped for it to be a quick fight after the dominant opening to it but it seemed that the thief was out not only for the board but her time as well. She would need more to keep Huan down however as her legs would shoot up to then wrap around Angelina's neck before pulling her back and to the side to be locked in the head scissor hold.

[Monsy]

One-thousand, nine-nine-three, nine-eight-six. Just gotta keep counting to pull her consciousness back together -- ended with stitches, old string that pulled the matches taut, where Angelina landed and seemed mildly stunned that worked out. This fuckin’ monster actually fell down. Holy shit. Angelina’s teeth pinched on her tongue which poked out, focused and hunched, putting a hand in Huan’s hair, clutching and clawing the scalp as she panted, stared down with eyes of steel, and the smile of a cheshire cat, licking her teeth.

Now. You have her down. You’re taking her time. Now it’s time to keep it. The roll of Huan’s hips and legs gunning for Angelina had the consequence of scooting her further forward, where she curved more, where they could only catch her hair -- but she also did something else. Using her grip on Huan’s head, she pulled it up, slid her leg underneath, then rolled onto her back, pulling Huan along. Her second leg hooked over her boot to lock in her own head-scissor. One that came with a skirt-filled, stocking and fishnet triple combo, squeezing on Huan’s neck and face. Angelina rested back on her elbows, smirked, stuck her tongue wide out and flipped the bird.

[ThatPolishDude]

The attempt by Huan didn't work, funnily enough, it was down to hight, one-in-a-million chance when being short proved to be an advantage for someone in a fight. This was enough however for the little scamp to move for a different attack, in fact, the exact same Huan was trying to get a second ago. The nerve on that redhead was ridiculous, especially as she decided sticking out her tongue and flipping a bird to her opponent was a wise decision. It was not.

The worst decision in all of it was to flip them around, to exploit that, Huan would get her knees under her upper body, starting to stand up as she would fold Angie more. She probably could go for a pin from there, just forcing her shoulders to the ground but she would not settle for that. Instead she would get her hands behind the Maruder's neck to further crunch her before standing up fully with her seated on her shoulders. From there she would attempt to slam her opponent back down with powerbomb!

[Monsy]

Now that she had her spot, it came time to milk it. Looking at Huan, then spreading her wings and having fun in a moment that begged the question, ‘Whatchu gonna do it, dorkstick?’ -- without uttering a word. Frankly. The answer to that was more terrifying than anything goading. She began leaving the ground, curled and stacked on her neck.

“Wait--!” Angelina shouted, “D-Down sea-puppy-snake-whatevah-the-fuck--!”
Up they went. A big fuckin’ heave and she’s taller than she’d ever been. It’s the kind of shit that makes you fear heights -- and she’s used to skating on roofs! “Fuckin--”

Angelina choked for a second, stuck, and did the only thing she saw, which was leaning down to Huan’s face, closing the distance and locking teeth on their forehead, each row to push against the skin, skull, pinch and try to catch some grip. If only a second’s worth of time before the powerbomb came, Angelina whipped herself back to try threading Huan’s legs, using her headscissors as a cord to hopefully yank Huan back over, seating her chest yet again. This time, she reached back, grabbed a leg with two arms and held it! Rana pin!

[ThatPolishDude]

A sudden bite to her head shocked Huan just enough for her grip to loosen, something that Angelina was quick to exploit. Throwing her body down and redirecting Huan's own momentum so that they flipped through the air with the Sea Serpent's head being spiked onto the mat, making a dull thudding sound as the redhead went for the pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Then, Huan's seemingly lifeless body came into motion. Her first would clench before with a turn of her entire body she would try to knock the Marauder off of herself before delivering a punch to where her liver should be.

[Monsy]

Sweet baby pirate jesus. Talk about being a lumberjack with holding these logs, like fresh from ripping them from the earth, she got to feel like a jock for a split goddamn moment. And then it broke, suddenly and violently, first bending at her stomach where her torso didn’t follow her turning hips. Perhaps it would’ve been fine, just holding the head. Girl didn’t seem to have any loss of breath anyway. What an absolute suck.

“GK--!” But the punch stung, right into her smaller ribs and beating a chiselled rock into the organ, shaking the whole top layer of skin and causing the fucker to swell. Maybe even shake. She retched, then rolled towards the set of ropes, holding it, gasping, red-faced and flinging spittle as she hissed, whimpered, doing a mixture of arching her back, beating the canvas with her foot, tucking the chin, whining with tight lips then leaning on one side to elevate the reddened punch-mark etched on her body like an open-palm slap.

[ThatPolishDude]

After getting free, Huan grasped her head with one hand and groaned in pain, the last hit she took still hurt but she could power through that. When she stood up, she found her opponent rolling away, clearly in pain from the punch, luckily for the redhead, strikes from the ground were not as effective, otherwise, the organ could have very well ruptured, something that didn't happen given how much she was moving around.

She wasn't however about to just let the girl have a break and recover. Getting over to where the Marauder was, she would lean down and grab the back of her neck, lifting her off the ground slightly. "Just stay, the fuck, down!" She let out before trying to slam the girl's head against the mat, then lifting again to toss her into the middle of the ring.

[Monsy]

Focus was thrown from a two-story window, into a spinning tornado, spat out and slammed into a lake, trying to find the way back up. It had this way of making her skin feel wet on the inside, tingle and bite. She felt partially sick, like it was lodging in her ribs and squeezing her lungs so inhaling curdled her gut. By the time Huan grabbed her, she looked confused, lifting her brows, forcing her eyes open. “Mgh-” The canvas rattled as the Marauder’s face pinged off the canvas, like a snap that gave her whiplash. There was little subtlety for it, as she loosened up, hanging in Huan's grasp, misplacing feeling in her arms and legs to tumble and flop on her back across the ring, arms spread over-head, half bent towards her pooling red hair, legs slightly spread, idle, the boots tipped up. She breathed hard, which made her purpling stomach rise, fall and practically bounce.

Her expression was all messed up and unhinged at the jaw, going slack, with one eye open, partially slipping into her head. She huffed out her nose and out came a small squirt of red that sat around her nostrils, philtrum and upper-lip. A hand slowly crept towards her face, though it fluttered and stalled like she had a dozen vodka shots, hardly able to find herself. Just needed to wipe it. Then it could be all better.

[ThatPolishDude]

It was getting tiresome, the girl was getting battered, then bouncing back up then repeat. Huan never enjoyed just beating someone to a bloody pulp but even when she gave Angelina an out, the girl did not take it, though to her credit, it was followed by an impressive offensive of her own. Still, even if she was a filthy thief, Huan first and foremost wanted her property back and if she could get that without leaving a bloody stain of the girl she fought, it would be ideal, though it did seem unlikely.

Seeing how Angelina came to a stop in the middle, Huan would waste no time, getting on top of her and despite knowing it would probably do little to stop the Marauder. She would push her head down, so that the cheek rested on the mat, then hooked her leg to go for the cover. She was almost certain the girl would kick out from this but at least the option was there.