Mic C. Vs. Petra A. - Quality Of Ones Ability

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Petra was in agony. Pure agony. And that was with the shooting star press having missed!

She could hardly imagine what state she would be in had the move hit, but make no mistake. She would have lost from there on in - no arguments about it!

Pushing to her knees the moment Mic hit nothing but canvas, Petra took the briefest of moments to gasp before going further. Mic Chick had landed just as painfully as the Greek could have hoped - a feat that made her wince all the more given said impact was destined for her in another life. But the fact that Mic was in such agony right now practically fueled the Greek. This was her chance to claim victory!

Pushing further with her fists shaking, Petra was trying to bite through the pain as she turned herself towards her downed foe. She'd rear back for just a moment, with her right leg briefly coming off the ground as her upper body loosened. She didn't know why, but she would quickly put her foot back down - cancelling the superkick she had in mind before it even got going.

Instead, she'd favor something with a little more force, albeit at the cost of greater exertion on her end. For Petra would slide down to briefly mount her foes frame - hands extending to both push at Mic Chick's frame, and lock around it. If all went to plan, even with expected resistance from Mic which Petra would do her best to bare through, she'd have her foe face down with her arms hooked around her midriff.

In what would be a prime position for her to rise with Mic Chick in tow - briefly deadlifting and carrying her sandbagging form as every muscle in her body burnt. Before she'd look to let loose a war cry; done so in tandem with her body rearing up and back. As to throw Mic up and over for a gutwrench suplex!

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Mic Chick was letting out whimpers and gasps as she continued to lay on her front. Sputtering out for air, she suffered as she tried to get the strength to get up. The match had taken it's toll. This impact with the mat--an even greater toll. The Ring Rocker knew she had to try to make an attempt to get up though. She needed to rise before Petra could. And she couldn't even muster the strength to even look at the Greek right now.

Her body felt like it was on lockdown as it continued to drop with sweat. And Mic slowly pressed a hand to the mat, trying hard to push herself up with a soft cry of pain. The singer was struggling terribly right now, and it looked like it would be worse as she saw the shadow of Petra looming over her. Glancing up, hair matted to her forehead before grimacing.

And then, Mic Chick was grabbed around her waist by a Petra Adamos that also seemed struggling in pain. But she somehow, some way found it in her to lift another full grown young woman, making Mic close her eyes and brace for impact, not able to do anything about it. The impressive strength of Petra sent her planted back into the mat.

Heaving forward before immediately falling back, she let out a grunt and grown and tried to take deep breaths all over again. She laid flat. Her body couldn't react more than that right now. The Gutwrench Suplex was enough impact to keep her grounded entirely. If she had issues even standing before, Mic Chick was certainly struggling even worse now. She whined under her breath, only able to reach a hand back towards Petra in an attempt to give her a feeble shove away from her from her prone position.

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Petra didn't need the shove to move back upwards, albeit she certainly wouldn't be close to a full stand immediately. Instead she'd sit up, with her hands either side of her hips against the canvas to support herself. She'd keep her head turned as she gasped and wheezed, with visible exhales pouring from her, as to ensure her shrew foe wouldn't be throwing a resourceful followup to being suplexed.

If she was indeed given the moment she sought to catch a free breath, Petra would finally come to a stand with her hands now firmly to her hips. Petra was rarely caught out, and yet the Greek looked to rather out of her element with how out of breath she was. Cardio was most certainly one of her strong suits - which only highlighted all the more how strenuous a match this had been, given her state!

Closing the distance only after her lungs had been somewhat refilled, Petra would extend her right foot to nudge Mic Chick as she undoubtedly eventually began to rise herself. With her goal being to have Mic either sat-up on her rear, or on her knees, Petra would look to then further numb her louder foe with a shoot-kick clean to her torso. It didn't matter whether this be the front or back of her foe - she simply wanted to keep the pressure on, regardless of how it was applied!

All the whilst one question ran through Petra's mind - how on earth was she to put this girl down?!

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Mic Chick could barely even lift an arm to push Petra away. Her body wracked in pain. Breathing was quick a struggle to do at all at this point. Even moving was just agony. She was honestly a bit surprised that Adamos even had the strength to throw her as well, and she had really hoped she didn't have any further strength to do so, because another slam like that would probably end her. The two women were winded, exhausted, and clearly this match was coming to a close.

And she would feel the boot of Petra Adamos shoving her over and onto her knees. Immediately, the Ring Rocker grabbed her waist again with both hands with a whooping groan, gritting her teeth. She would plant one hand down, trying to push herself up enough to look at her chiseled opponent, mouth knit tightly. And by the time she could look to see what the Greek girl was up to next, she was already being blasted in the stomach with a kick!

The rocker fell back hard, shouting out. "Ooooooh... ooooo... oooo..." wheezed Mic Chick as she could do nothing but hold her midsection again as she let out shuddering breaths. Her already throbbing midsection just took even more devastation that had her painfully trying to breath now as she remained on her back. She couldn't move--she didn't dare to now. This was terrible, and Mic had no answer to it right now.

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Petra's kick landed with force, with the Greek lacking the ability to land with stability following it thanks entirely to her fatigue. Stumbling as her own momentum carried her forward, Petra would stop with her back to her foe albeit not for long. She'd turn once more to face her previously loud foe, with her foot raised yet again!

Albeit this time she wouldn't drive it straight into the head nor torso of her foe. Nay instead, she would look to slide her boot under the chin of her downed foe, before she'd exhibit not only great strength, but great balance!

For she would use that foot of hers to try and raise Mic Chick slowly upwards - close to being on her knees yet again - before she'd rear back. Like pumping a shotgun, Petra would snap that leg of hers back to then drive it clean into the head of her foe - ala superkick!

The Greeks choice of battle plan was a simple, if rather uncharacteristically brutal one - something that only highlighted the Greek's desperation. For she was now looking to seemingly stomp and kick at Mic Chick until all motion stopped! Albeit she had an ending in sight, if this kick were to land without issue of course!

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Mic Chick was struggling to breathe still, laying on the mat as her body shook, going overdrive to try keeping in this match still, and to just get air into her lungs. She swallowed hard, letting out whines of pain every once in a while as she couldn't even muster the strength to push up. It wasn't until Petra was forcing the issue by moving her boot under her head was Mic able to start pulling herself up, but not by choice. She gasped, grasping on Petra's boot with one hand as she was being pushed up. She grit her teeth, trying to figure out a way to summon her energy, to power through, to figure out something.

But when she was high enough, it looked like Petra was hitting a modified version of her own move, the low superkick. Mic Chick was cracked in the skull. Her head snapped back before her body lulled forward and her body hit the mat, laying on her front.

She didn't speak or have anything smart to say. She was completely dazed from the stiff shot that had rocked her head more than the other blows in this match had. Mixing that with the struggle to get oxygen to her head, it left Mic even more pain-ridden and dizzied. She went right back to the same position that Petra had her in prior to that kick, only she was far more worse for wear, and it seemed like fighting back was but a distant hope now. She was just trying to focus her mind now beyond anything else.

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Petra felt cruel kicking at the girl like this - the match had become less of a wrestling one, and more of an MMA variety. But she couldn't slow down now, for she had every expectation that had she lost control again she wouldn't find it. She'd have to end things, here and now!

Bringing her hands down to the head of Mic Chick, Petra would grasp hold of the louder girls frame for what would ideally be the final time. Forcing her way to her knees, Petra moved with such lack of vigor that you'd be believed for thinking Mic Chick was the heaviest girl in LAW. For even nudging the girl right now was a monumental effort, never mind positioning her for what came next!

With said motion in mind being a final kick to stamp out Mic Chick's lights and put an end to it, as Petra reared up her right leg high into the sky before kicking off her left. Both would swing in at the same time against Mic Chick's skull, but only the right one would land if against a more vulnerable target. That being the back of her foes skull, as Petra brought her strong limbs down for a scissor kick finisher she had dubbed - Backlash!

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It was a struggle to keep herself conscious right now. Mic Chick was reeling from the rest of Petra's attacks, but that kick was enough to really keep her down this time. She was laying on the mat with no intention or indication of standing to face Adamos right now.

The Greek fighter wasn't about to let Mic Chick continue struggling on the mat unopposed though. After Petra got the strength, she managed to start bringing up the Ring Rocker slowly. Mic groaned in protest, gritting her teeth as her body ached from being pulled up and moved.

In fact, Mic nearly fell right back down, only able to keep herself propped up with one hand on the mat, acting as a kick stand to keep the rest of her absolutely spent body from collapsing. Perhaps a last mild attempt of defiance as she cringed, knowing something would come that she would absolutely not like.

The Backlash came on the back of her head, sending the rest of her body slamming down into the mat from the impact! Mic Chick laid there, her back end sticking up as she was nearly completely knocked out now, not a single fleeting thought about skipping her predicament or trying to win her match on her mind. Just a haze of pain and exhaustion finally overtaking her, fully prone for whatever Petra had planned next!

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Petra didn't even try to catch herself as she hit the ground. Had she even bothered, she might of been able to extend a hand or two to brace the fall. But she couldn't even muster that!

Instead she'd be flat to her rear as her eyes stayed latched to her foe. Had there been some strength in her, she might of smiled at the fact that Mic Chick was brought down to earth in a manner much rougher than she. No doubt with her eyes briefly rolling thanks to the collision the back of her skull had just taken.

Pushing herself to her knees with her last remains of strength, Petra would quite literally flop over Mic Chick's after the smallest of pushes. Her torso now blanketing her struck foes own, all Petra could do was raise a single arm as to hold the far side of the canvas. With her eyes shutting, as she prayed that this was enough to put Mic Chick away and end this encounter!

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Mic Chick was practically out of it. Her head in crushing pain and her body right there next to it, the Ring Rocker had her bell thoroughly rung by that final maneuver from Petra. She lay there, not moving at all, and not thinking much at all aside from the swarming sensation of a muddied pain. A feeling she had loathed.

Adamos would eventually use her strength to push Mic onto her back. It was practically dead weight at this point as Mic's limbs flopped over with the rest of her body as she went into her back. She felt the pressure of her opponent on top of her, and even in her state, she could formulate what was happening.

But she knew very well that there was nothing left to do. No strength and no amount of grit could rescue her from her current fate now. A fate that referee was ready to seal as she dropped down, starting the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"