The debut of a Virus! Spectre vs Kasey Crass

[Lycanstar]

Almost to Kasey's own shock- He feels his second boot collide softly with a target; He feels the pressure die down on his other foot and squirms his limbs as he regains some of his composure before spinning himself onto his back to see what became of his opponent~ Amusingly; the cocky Spectre clutching her gut falls down to her knees and subserviently leans forward in pain- So she wasn't as invincible as she thought after all. Seeing her in a position like this finally gave Kasey the edge he thought he needed; a rush of blood through his body~

"You motherfucking-"

Kasey sprung to his feet with a slight limp and even through the pain of his balancing himself on his pulled ankle~

*SMACK!*

Kasey's left foot found its way harshly into Spectre's soft abdomen once again as he took decisive control by attacking her weakest spot thus far! He nearly stumbled back while unbalanced with all the weight on his other foot before simply staring at her with a furious gaze-

"YOU WANNA MAKE A FUCKING JOKE OF ME?! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!"

As Spectre continued to kneel Kasey simply pushed his open palm against her face and practically shoved her right down to the canvas as she reeled from the impact of his kick! Kasey was feeling immensely disrespected- certainly his aggression against her felt warranted as he looked to belittle the virus some more!

"You know; you really thought all your stupid lights and shit was impressive, but it wasn't shit. You can't back up fuck all in the ring, I don't even know why I thought you really could for a fucking second. You're a goddamn joke with a stupid respirator mask."

Kasey stood firmly in place as he simply looked down at her~ Savouring every second as he could finally get a handle on this absolutely scuffed match. It was about time he could feel dominant again- It had been way too long and perhaps he could even showboat some of his wrestling prowess now as well~

Kasey pulled her right arm up and began yanking her up to her feet; He would pull hard and look to irish whip her against the ropes as he would attempted to swing at her with a wild clothesline if she would rebound!

[Monsy]

Spectre’s body steeped in a concoction of feelings.
She didn’t want the tummy blow, as she felt her knees tremble like a button was pushed and the section now flared with sensitivity, seeping into her back muscles and making her want to lay on her back. The curled over position made her tense. She breathed hard inside her mask, with the corners frothing through mixed hissing and a pushed-up, stark smile.

The latex acted like a greenhouse. She can feel a tingle of sweat on her spine and the edges of the material that cut in and between her legs. Her toes curled, then released. Her body just wanted more. It wanted to keep going through this like a march through hell, as Winston Churchill put it. She got off on that push. And though this was just a taste, she wanted to dive right in. Hit me. Would be her brain’s calling. Then the next moment, she chastised herself. It’s just one strike you fucking moron-

The second was bound to be worse.
“kuu…ooaghh….”
Inside her mouth, she squealed. Eyes scrunched, head rolled back where she groaned a second time.
The kick sent her tumbling over into a roll. She landed on her back. Now her midsection flexed rapidly in and out. One heel unfocused pressed on the canvas and pushed her impacted belly straight up. The limb shivered violently. Her back arched into a decent curve. The other leg was straight out. Then the heel slipped. She was flat, curved, a hand covering her face while Spectre was making fists. Her cheeks burned rose.

Huff. Huff.
Huff. Huff.

At last, Spectre was pulled back to her feet.
She seemed wobbly. Her back was hunched, a hand was spread on her core. Her captured up was going almost straight up from the size difference. Then she was whipped. Ninja instincts took over from there—meaning that her pace would double and she threw her back against the ropes on perfect cue. Then, when it was time to eat a clothesline, Spectre took it across her collar with a leap. Her body whipped into a full flip. She landed perfectly on her feet, tall, calmly breathing, staring forward.

“Ouch.”
Her head turned to the size, peeking back. She dusted off her collar.
“That really hurt.” Spectre said blandly, then rolled her shoulders and neck. Pop. Pop.

“Now you're all out of freebies.”

Spectre turned around casually, then slid one foot back. Her hand raised, and Spectre crouched, leaning on her back leg as her second hand came up. Ninja stance!

“If you want another, then you'll have to pay for it. Think you can foot the bill?”

[Lycanstar]

As expected; The Virus was gruellingly yanked to her feet and whipped against the ropes, Kasey looking to meet her with a wild clothesline as he forced his forward momentum towards where she would rebound~ Only to find her leaping gracefully over his waiting arm and landing perfectly behind him as Kasey stumbled forward confusingly!

Kasey fell forward almost to his knees as he confusingly attempted turning himself around to keep Spectre in his sight; making him look utterly ridiculous as Spectre mocked him condescendingly from behind. He faltered onto the middle rope and used it to keep himself at least slightly balanced; staring forward into the void of the endless crowd whose cruel mocking and unfiltered laughter burrowed into his mind. Just as things seemed to be looking up for him he was once again upstaged by his more quick-witted opponent.

Between Kasey's ears there wasn't a single rational thought. The constant tease of getting a leg up on his competitor was boiling him over with rage; the fact that even when he landed a hit She would just as easily find a way to get right back to a position of power made him feel useless. Incensed. He just couldn't even attempt to maintain a calm or collected appearance any longer.

“If you want another, then you'll have to pay for it. Think you can foot the bill?”

Kasey snapped to his feet and stomped his way towards his arrogant opponent; a look of pure fury behind his eyes as his hair drooped down across them; barely concealing his emotions!

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

Kasey had no real plan or clever strategy to employ; he simply stomped towards her and with a outstretched right hand looked to shove her face away once again, almost as if he was insulted that she was even looking at him! The intense disrespect shown by her was looking to be mirrored as perhaps he was looking to prove her to be as much of a joke as he was being made to look!

[Monsy]

A big man was still a threat by its adjective.
Especially to someone like herself. But, like almost anyone on the street, they shared the same damn flaw: they don’t know what the fuck they were doing. They didn’t visualize gaps or see options. Nor analyze the pauses. Habits. There was just emotion powering them into a swing. And that’s what she thought of Kasey.

Coming right at her, blind. Normally, she would just move and go for the legs in an easy sweep. But, from being kicked in the gut twice and being yelled at, she felt particularly incentivized for something more… personalized. So when he came directly at her with all the might stomps in those meaty legs, Spectre readied her hands for some quick timing. Closer… Closer…

She captured his hand. More specifically, his index and pinky finger.
Her feet moved quickly to disrupt his momentum. She dropped to her side, put one boot across his toes and another behind his knee. A drop toe hold! Then if the arrogant man fell, she’d retreat her knees to get them underneath her. Then, she folded up his arm to go against his back like a hammerlock grip, wrist twisted so the top of his hand pointed directly at his head. She was on one knee and one foot, placed by his shoulder. The folded leg was on-top of him, between the shoulder-blades. On his forearm.

“Who do I think I am, right?” Spectre started, slowly bending his index and pinky back. She had four fingers wrapped around his bottom two knuckles. Her thumb pressed against the side like a trigger she can press at any moment.

“How about you answer that, for me, big guy?” Then she leaned in further. Her even-cut hair dangled as Spectre apathetically spoke in his ear. “Say my name.”

[Lycanstar]

Perhaps having rage as the primary emotion swirling through his head was not doing him many favours. He once again went for an arrogant and dismissive shove to Spectre's face as if he wasn't expecting her to make any sort of retaliation. Quite frankly, the thought hadn't crossed his mind at all as he looked to simply impose his rage onto her.

But very quickly the reality that he was in a wrestling match came hurdling back as before he knew it, his fingers were caught in the agile grip of The Virus...

"hhaaaa~ A-ah-"

It took less than a second for Kasey's entire tone to change as the delicate grip on his fingers caused his entire stature to buckle in retaliation; How unbelievabley fast his emotions ran through him as he felt completely at the mercy of the Woman he had just tried to shove away like a complete joke-

"Gn-GAHHHnh!!!"

Kasey felt gravity forcing him down to the canvas; and with a swift slam he was down with his arm wrenched behind his back and Spectre's painful hold being applied before Kasey's body even had enough time to pin-point where exactly the pain was originating!

"A-AHHHH!!! S-SHIT~"

How did it all just... happen so quick? Did he get a hit in earlier from just pity; was she always this light on her feet? Well, it didn't seem to matter now as Kasey knew right well he was at her complete mercy while she commandingly began bending his fingers further and further back~ Beads of sweat were running down Kasey's forehead as he now fully realized the gravity of the situation and the Woman he shared the ring with.

“How about you answer that, for me, big guy? Say my name.”

Kasey stared forward with a panicked expression- He squirmed slightly but he knew any intense movement would possibly trigger the kind of reaction he was doing his best to avoid. But he would have to respond~ He could tell from her tone she was not fucking around in the slightest. So was it fear or just simple confusion that elicited Kasey's next response?

"Nngh... A-ahh... I- I don't...."

Don't know? Kasey didn't really forget her name did he? Or was he simply too nervous to even say it at the risk of his mind playing tricks on him... What even would be the right thing to say here? WAS there anything he could even say? He had to admit though; frozen with subservient fear would not be the response she was hoping for.

[Monsy]

Oh, lovely. They’re crumbling. Spectre sipped on reactions like this. The whole thing was like watching a wound slowly drain from a clipped vein. All that fucking ooze was just lovely to see, making her breath hot and the inside of her mask all humid. She can feel the happy chills in her fingers, spine and loins. Wet. So much joy. She can have him babble on for hours like so. But what she really wanted… was catharsis. And that sometimes, that comes at the end of a knife you already decided you’re going to use, even when the money is handed over.

So she clicked her tongue.
Pretended to be annoyed.
Then she spoke up.

“I’m going to count down from three. Say my name or don’t. Up to you.”

And that was it. After a carefully delayed few seconds, she began her count.

“Three…”

Another delay…

“Two…”

Just a bit longer…

“One…”

She’d take her grip on his fingers. And with one sharp jerk, she would snap the top halves of his index and pinky finger right out of place. Dislocation.

[Lycanstar]

“I’m going to count down from three. Say my name or don’t. Up to you.”

Between each second she counted, the silence was deafening. Kasey looked forward in almost pure terror as he realized he had nothing to offer her. Could he even bring himself to say her name? The notions of being on top in this match were the furthest thing from his mind at this point while his body awkwardly shifted against the ring. There was no comfortable place he could be or would be for some time. He had to just accept that no matter what; he would have to give in to her; just...

"Sp-spec~"

*Crick*

The sensation struck him like a bolt of lightning. His eyes were wider than he felt that had ever been in his entire life and his body stiffened for a brief second~ Just before he-

"GAHHHHHHH!!!!"

...Screamed in pain. His fingers continued to shoot pained signals through his nerves across his entire arm as he began squirming more heavily; the subservient thoughts of letting Spectre take control were gone as his body put him in the most intense fight or flight sensation he had ever felt. Except in his current position he was not able to make a try at either.

[Monsy]

Poor little lamb.

He’s hurt. How delicious.
God she loved a good pair of hands. Just the right thickness. Strong, girthy. Enough sweat to show they were eager. And, most importantly… Bent the fuck out of shape.

Spectre merely watched it. She widened her balancing foot to endure his shakes, which were still incredibly potent. But so was her balance.

Now, to continue to rip her ideal debut experience out of him. Everyone would see these fingers now and she knew just how to do that. While he was busy writhing underneath her, she got up, isolating his single arm with two hands on his wrist. She bent that up… and up… Until it was pointing straight up behind him.

Then she stepped on his head.
More like stomped.
And kept her foot there, holding his hand high so everyone see what a fucked hand he’s got.

Maybe someone out there will appreciate the aesthetic, just as she was. A jeer came from the ranks of audience members as the referee endured a sweat. Spectre’s focus remained on him solely, still.

“Want out?” Spectre’s thumb stretched and tried to flick the dislocated finger.
“You know what has to happen, then.” Another flick.
“Do it.”

[Lycanstar]

As if it wasn't enough that his fingers felt broken; Spectre then firmly placed her boot on his head. Keeping him pressed tightly against the canvas as his arm was raised high into the air. Kasey's body was still reacting in shock but his survivalist instincts coerced him into keeping still; no need to further anger the Woman who controlled his body like a marionette. She had already proven the control was all hers and that Kasey was living in a fantasy world if he truly thought this could be turned around. His panicked expression looked more sorrowful as through his pained heaving he prayed Spectre would bore of him soon enough~

“Want out? You know what has to happen, then.”

...An out. Kasey was all too eager but still moved as cautiously as he could; taking in the words for a brief second while taking in sharp and panicked breaths. In the awkward position he was forced he managed to get his free hand out and raised it out in plain sight to be seen.

*tap tap tap*

Kasey slapped the ring limply as he kept his mouth shut tight. Through the pain he was at least pleased he managed to endure the worst of it before giving up. While still a humiliating loss, at least he wasn't a complete mess at the end of it all. How painful is relocating fingers anyway? Perhaps he was per-preemptively counting his blessings since no bell had rung; but he couldn't help it. The thoughts of being anywhere besides where he was at this very moment was all that could penetrate his terrified mind.

[Monsy]

*Tap tap tap*

God, what a fucking loser.

Spectre was miffed almost immediately. The bell rung as Spectre held his hand in the air, the referee inching over to see if they’d separate.

“And your Winner by Submission… Speeeeeectree!”

The noise and wave of noise following her victory didn’t disturb her focus. It might as well have been invisible. Her nose curled up and then she huffed.

“I meant to say my name.”

Spectre threw the limb on the ground. Then stomped on his head.

She rolled her shoulders, then walked over to her corner where her crowbars were. She picked them up, examined their steel and then turned around to walk around him in a wide circle. The referee was directly present to badger her to leave. His arms swiped. “It's over! You won!” And soon, the referee was tailing her as she didn’t switch focus from Kasey. She wouldn't let him leave at all.

In an instant, Spectre dropped low with a leg-sweep. The referee landed on their front, smacked their face, tried to recover, then was bludgeoned on the top of the head with Spectre’s red crowbar, knocking them out cold. Now in a low squat, she approached Kasey in this almost spiderman-like crawl when he was ready to strike, looking at him with nothing but pure apathetic malice. The hooked end of her crowbar touched his chest.

“Take off your mask.”