Kimiko was nervous... very nervous.. she didn't care about losing but she felt uneasy.. like she was about to face the most brutal girl in the world..
"I-it's gonna be fine.. i'll lose fast to i don't get hurt.. right?"
But she was trembling in fear, she had it in mind, she FELT it. This was not gonna be a good match for her, this will be... trauma. "N-no it w-will be alright.. it will be a nice girl like the last one i feel it!"
Lies, she tried to convince herself that this would be nice... but in reality she didn't want even go out..
"A quick match and a quick lose like always! She will pinned me fast and i won't get too much damage! "
With that "positivity" Kimiko walked to the arena and waited her opponent in the ring but that feeling did not left her mind.. Spoiler
The titantron flashed an emblem. A chrome skull with a barcode and respirator mask. It flashed in sporadic intervals behind purple light and the travelling patterns of nodes across the screen. Spectre’s theme,
, played loudly as spotlights sputtered to stay on.
Then, from above, a ninja descended from the rafters. Spotlights scattered on her. She was standing on a hook, back against a metal cable being lowered down. She had shoulder-length hair, divided off to the sides with a singular black portion. She wore a self-made customized mask that covered her lower face, nose and her ears. Her attire was a two-piece, with a leotard that had a patterned chest, purple, black and white, then a translucent latex cutting in over her waist, down between her legs and around the back. Then her skirt, chequered and asymmetric. Boots just below the knee. Sleeves, one solid latex and one netted. She had distinct tattoos, mean sharp-eyes and and wielded two crowbars. She aimed one at the spotlight, then pretended to fire.
The light went out. When she reached six feet above the ring, she dropped, landed on the top turnbuckle pad with ankles together, toes outward and knees apart in a squat. A hand touched the pad. She swiped her crowbars down, let them fall and hook on the top rope then jumped into the ring. She began to pace, walking left to right between the adjacent ropes in her corner, staring at Kimiko from across the ring.
"Oh my god she is so scary..." Kimiko thought and as soon she heard the bell ring Kimiko tried to attack this mysterious foe, probably knowing that... it will either fail or land but with no results.. but what attack she could use against this girl? She seemed so quick..
She thought and thought... and after thinking Kimiko went with a punch in her tummy hoping that at least it would do some damage to this girl.. "Take t-this!" She quickly dashed with all her speed to land this punch and if it gave her advantage Kimiko would try to follow with a kick to Spectre head.
Spectre stood there with her arms loose at her side, receiving Kimiko's dash.
Kimiko went to bury her fist into Spectre's bully, prompting the ninja to lean her hip to the opposite side so the fist glided past her waist. Then the head-kick came. High. Spectre leaned back, which was more like a curl back. Her spine like fluid. Then she stood straight up, with one noticeable detail after two moves: her feet stayed planted right where they were. Her arms still by her side.
She stared.
"..."
And continued to stand there, waiting for them to continue.
"Ugh!" Kimiko got kicked and fell on Her knees but Her opponent stood still after... Did She Just gave Her another chance of Attacking? Well She wouldn't refused that..
"Nghh fine take this!" She tried to pull Spectre down with Her to attempt an armbar but would She able to do It?
She stood idly, looming, waiting for them to take their shot. When they seized Spectre’ wrist, she twisted her shoulders, yanked the arm back and lifted her knee to smash into their chin. Then if that dropped them, she’d raise that same boot, take a step and stomp her directly into their belly button. Her heel twisted. Left-right. Left-right. Left-right.
Watching them squirm was the highlight she lived for. She kept going and going, wishing she could stomp. But Kimiko’s grip on her angle made this a battle. A one-sided battle, with Spectre needing to apply her weight to continue spearing them into the mat like a stuck fish.
When she did let go, Spectre pulled her boot away sharply, then walked towards the side. She circled Kimiko and came around, making distance between them where she stood again. Her arms straight down, shoulders straight, head forward, eyes narrow.
And when Kimiko would finally get to her feet, Spectre would be there.
It became obvious that they weren’t so much affected by the virus's reputation, but more concerned with acting like a child. Speak. For what? When it came down to Kimiko’s attack, Spectre stayed still. Kimiko tried for the stomach again.
So Spectre leaned her hips away. It passed by her lithe waist. Then she clamped a folded arm across Kimiko’s forearm, trapping it against Spectre’s small body. With her second hand, she went to grab a handful of Kimiko’s hair, then yanked it down. And at the same time, Spectre snapped the top of her forehead forward, aiming to headbutt Kimiko in the mouth.
If that struck, then her second move would be to lift her knee directly into their stomach, hoping to make them keel over. Then to finish, she’d use the grip in Kimiko’s hair and the same knee, then whip them together for a face-to-knee combo finish!
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