Madeline Christiansen vs. Madame Guillotine - Regicide/Revolution

[Lightman]

A brutish move, but when it came to dealing with a fighter like Marceline, Madeline couldn’t afford to hold back. She learnt that lesson very well against another Frenchwoman. Both knees struck against that exposed neck, smashing her right at the corner even more so, landing on her feet while Madam Guillotine was left writhing in pain.

However, it wouldn’t be the end of her strife, as Madeline grabbed at both wrists of Marceline, pulling them back behind her, all the while her bare heel pressed right against the back of her neck, driving right against the spine. Madeline pulled with great strength, all the while her heel dug at her cervical spine, pushing her face against the turnbuckle as a result!

[ReticentCone]

Marceline was no stranger to brutality, either visted by her on her opponents, or by others against her, but that familarity didn't breed immunity from the pain it caused, even if it improved her tolerance. That improvement didn't mean instant recovery from it, though, so it wasn't altogether difficult for Madeline to grab her arms and dig her heel into the back of her neck & her head against the turnbuckle.

"URGGHHH!" The scream on impact had turned into groaning. One saving grace was that being pressed up against the corner like this mean't the referee had to impose a 5 count limit on her opponent, lest she be disqualified. Marceline could've likely broken out of the move if she absolutely had to, but not without risking additional damage, so at most she did her best to position herself to take some pressure off her spine until the count concluded.

[Lightman]

Madeline didn’t think, she just did whatever came to mind. No room for hesitation or concern. Much as she can keep things jovial and light-hearted, the Englishwoman couldn’t afford any hesitancy. Knowing the reputation Madame Guillotine has garnered in the back, the sooner she could take her down, the better. She would hear the five-count limit be imposed, and although Madeline might lament not getting as much time to wear her down properly, the screams coming from Marceline were a good indicator.

Considering how much she had gone on and on about damaging necks and spines, it feels poetic to be on the receiving end. All Madeline could do was make sure those five seconds were the most agonising. She dug her heel deeper, compressing the opponent’s shoulder blades, putting her back, neck, arms and shoulders in great stress. Eventually, Madeline let go before the ref got to “5”, stepping away, while only getting off with a warning from the official.

[ReticentCone]

Marceline, despite the terrible pain, endured until her opponent was forced to let go. The boot in her back at did quite a number on her, but she would and could recover. Marceline wasn't the least bit shocked by the brutality of her regal opponent. She'd met aristocratic woman capable of metting out considerable punishment & since she quite literally threathned to hospitalize her foe, she didn't exactly expect much in the way of mercy.

At the first possible moment, as the referee was warning Madeline, Marceline would drop down to roll out of the ring. By saying outside if the ring, she figured, she'd buy some time to catch her breath & recover from the damage done to her back. Potentially almost as much time as there was to count her out. If Madeline did try to follow her to the outside, it would also present a good opportunity to attack her as she did & take back the advantage with the inherent danger of fighting outside of the ring.

[Lightman]

As she got a stern warning from the official, Madeline saw Marceline dropping out and rolling out of the ring. She smirked, knowing the kind of damage she inflicted in only a short amount of time. Her neck and spine aren’t parts of the body that would eventually ease the pain, and it’s not just the physical, but the mental anguish that came with it. While Madeline believed she wouldn’t go as far as paralysing Marceline, she knew that Madame Guillotine wouldn’t show her the same mercy.

At this point, many would have expected a wrestler to perform a topé suicida, or some other high-flying manoeuvre on the opponent on the outside. Perhaps Marceline was expecting Madeline to chase her and keep up the punishment on that spine. The English Rose considered going for the latter, but a thought occurred to her. A sly smirk etched on her rosy lips, snapping her fingers as her “servants” came into the ring.

“Yes, Your Highness!” One of them exclaimed as he was the first to enter. Madeline pointed down at the floor, mouthing a singular word, and the servant perked up. “It shall be my pleasure, Your Highness!” The servant would hurriedly fall to his hands and knees so that Madeline would take a seat on his back. The other servant would do the same, although lying prone on the floor. The Englishwoman would cross her bare feet over the servant, using him as a footstool, all the while facing Madam Guillotine as she’s outside tending to her back.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten my offer, Madame.” She chuckled, the regal, aristocratic air aiding her voice, adding more salt to the mental wounds. “A servant to a lady like me is of but the highest honour you would imagine. I mean, anyone would have been taken to the ambulance, and yet your back stayed intact. Don’t you think such a sturdy, unyielding backbone would be best suited for me to rest upon?”

[ReticentCone]

1!

Marceline had safely made it out to the ring & began with catching her breath as the referee warned her opponent. There was no immediate rush out of the ring by madeline to take her on, but that wasn't too surprising.

2!

It also wasn't surprising when her regal oppponent decided that now was tge time for another ostentatious display of the fealty that her 'servant' paid to her. At this point Marceline didn't mind it, she even liked that she did it. Not that she apperciated it in of itself, but the the sarusfaction the frenchwoman could imagine from dramatically humbling this englishwoman excited & encouraged her to power through the pain in her spine.

3!

But the display wasn't enough for Madeline, clearly, she again, providered her 'offer' that Marceline become her servant. As much as she loved the idea punishing her arrogance, the prospect of that was still not enough for her to not be further angered by it. One benefit to that, though, was that anger was starting to disppace the pain in her spine.

4!

Of course, Marceline wasn't going to let this insult go without a verbal response, no, there would be one.

"Its not only my backbone that's sturdy & unyielding, princess." Marceline began, spitting out the last word as though it were venom.

"My determination & focus, on making you at minimum feel the same pain & suffering, you've had the fortune to inflict on me, be returned in full, with interest, is also sturdy & unyielding, knowing well what that'd mean if it happened to you."

5!

Marceline at this point made her way toward the nearest steel steps. She'd be getting in the ring sooner rather than later, but she wanted to make that as smooth a transition as she could to minimize the opportunity for an ambush.

"There will be no clemency for you Madeline Christiansen, your sentence is sealed." the Aristocracker said, her hands on the top ring ropes as she stood on on the top of the steel steps.