Isabela vs Serenity: Poison Ambush

[Person]

Isabela was now under the car, taking a few moments to breathe and regain herself. She would then see her opponent coming after her. The Aztec-style wrestler would then roll away from her opponent. Once she had cleared the car she would get back onto her feet and take a few steps back. If her opponent came after her, she would move in and deliver a brutal soccer kick aimed right at her head.

[Wagy]

Serenity obviously, despite her energy diminishing by the second tried to chase her opponent like a demon trying to pursue one of the dammed from hell, alas...
She had greatly underastimated how much the girl had still in the tank!
The soccer kick came like a lightining during a day of sushine, the hit was brutal and straight.
Shock and horror reigned on her faces as for a moment there was only whites in her eyes as her legs suddendly lose strenght, falling on the ground.
Desperatly, the assassin tried to get back on her feet. But she was struggling to do so, only managing in being on all four, weakly crawling back towards a car to get some leverage.

[Person]

Isabela managed to lure her opponent into a trap and charged forward before hitting her with a brutal soccer kick. It seemed to do a number on her, it seemed that her opponent was starting to run out of fuel, then again so was she. Isabela would inhale and exhale, still exhausted from the entire match but she now had the advantage. Seeing her opponent on all fours and using the nearby car for leverage, the Aztec-style wrestler would wait until she got up before charging and attempting to hit her with a spear. She would put enough force with it that could break the glass and spend both of them into the car.

[Wagy]

Her head was still spinning, the up was down and the down was up. She had severly misjudged how many hits to the head she could take and the effect of such a decision were starting to catch up on her as her vision started to swim. As the arabian got to her feet, a miracle in itself, she was still shaking from head to toe leaning on the car to have a semblance of direction.
Once she turned in the direction where she had assumed Isabela was, tired breaths escaping her lips as she did but it was already too late.
The charging bull that was the mexican invested the assassin straight, splitting her in two as her pupils shrienked and a gulp of saliva escaped her mouth. She didn't even scream in pain, her brain already focusing on pumping as much adrenaline as possible to keep her going as the two girl smashed inside the car in a ruinous position.
The dark skinned woman was in shambles, her senses shutting down partially as she barely felt herself to be able to move. As she groaned and tried to shake away the felling of numbness growing inside of her she would try to focus her gaze on Isabela, hoping that he impact had drained whatever her she had left in the tank as well.

[Person]

Isabela would watch Serenity, motioning for her to get up with a hand as she took a few moments to get some oxygen and regain herself. Then as Serenity got up, the Aztec-style wrestler charged forward. Putting everything she had into this charge she would jump in the air and tackle Serenity. The attack would break through the window of the car and send them both in the passenger seat. While she was sure her opponent had taken the worse of it, it had also taken a lot out of Mexican wrestler as well. Isabela would gasp for air as she lay there for a second or two before grabbing onto one of the seats and using it as leverage to help herself get into a sitting position while breathing heavily.

[Wagy]

In her dazed state as she laid there to recovering in the ruined car Serenity eyes caught glance of her opponent starting to move to straighten herself.
Groaning, she tried to reach for Isabela's. Clinging on her costume, aiming to slow down if for only a bit the mexican and to try and use her as leavearege to manage and get herself in a much more useful condition. Although, considering how low she was on energy after all the beating...it looked like she was focusing more on the first part.

[Person]

Isabela would manage to get into a sitting-up position, as a car didn't really offer much space to stand and move around. As she sat up, she could feel her opponent tugging on her clothing. The Mexican wrestler would exhale and inhale loudly, exhausted from the whole thing. She would then look at Serenity. Seriously, out of all the things, she had to tug on her clothing? Now having an exhausted an annoyed look, she would curl up her fist before attempting to throw a few shots at her opponent. They weren't the fastest attacks but in her current condition that was the most she could do.

[Wagy]

In her current state there wasn't much that Serenity could do beside covering her head with her arms enduring the blows that were instead thrown at her body. Weakly grunting in pain as she did so...
Even still, maybe a sign of her resilience or of her stubborness Serenity bought her time, gathering some of her last wits of energy for a sudden surprise slap on the face of Isabela.
She had to litteraly force herself up with everything she had to do it, catching the other wrestler mid blow before falling down once again, grunting and moaning in pain...

[Person]

Isabela would begin a brutal assault on Serenity, starting by throwing punch after punch aimed at her head. Though her opponent seemed to be using her arms as guards. Her body was exhausted now, each punch felt heavy and a bit draining. But her opponent was probably in worse condition, so the Mexican wrestler made sure to not let up. However just as she began the assault, she would suddenly be slapped in the face, causing her eyes to go wide. The Mexican wrestler would feel a mix of surprise, shock and anger. It would buy Serenity a second before the Mexican wrestler then tried to grab her by the hair. If she managed to do so, she would attempt to slam her head a few times on the steering wheel, getting it to honk as well with each blow. Hopefully, it would stun her long enough so she could get her out of the car and end this match.

[Wagy]

The rain of blows of the other wrestler was guarded, more or less. Secretly, the arabian was glad at that moment that both her and her opponent were on their last legs, amidst the blows she even managed to sneak a slap right on Tatloani's face.
To someone as prideful as her, no doubt an infuriating move.
So the dark skinned purplenette was not surprised by her opponent roughly grabbing her by the hair after giving just a little moment of pause, Serenity tried to recollect herself in that short time and she had come up with one final solution. In her mind, upon felling Isabela's fingers gripping tightly around her violet's lock, an image appeared in her head...of herself drolling unconscious with a ridiculous expression as her head had been slammed into the steering wheel...she was about to lose. And she couldn't afford it now, not now that they had laid out how much different their philosophy and ideologies were, before it was business someone just didn't want Tatloani to show up tomorrow to a meeting or something... her mind couldn't exactly piece it togheter right now...
Either way, it was personal now...

In last gesture of life and adrenaline upon being grabbed by the hair, Serenity tried to shove herself on Tatloani's mashing their face togheter. But not for an headbutt, no. For a kiss.
Upon their lips meeting, Serenity would connect her finisher. Zabaniya: The Kiss Of Death.
Her lipstick was infused in a powerful chloroform like substance, one that would no doubt weaken and put to sleep even the fierce spirit of the mexican themed wrestler!