Malevolent Virus vs Crimson Reaper: Spectre vs Garnet Rose

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Garnet breathed as he could finally get as much air as he could without the shorter women's boot digging into his neck. With the match already started he knew he didn’t have enough time to get a hundred percent against his opponent but he was gonna try his best! Seeing Spectre move for a second before taking off right at him, the young man got ready!

With her running at him full force, Garnet would swiftly duck down from the shining wizard, allowing his opponent to probably fly over his head. Afterwards Garnet quickly got to his feet and once Spectre got back up, she would be kicked in the face by a simple drop kick from Garnet! Hoping the kick was strong enough to daze his opponent, Garnet would quickly get back and use his athletic ability to jump high up to hopefully land a leg drop on her opponent's stomach!

[Monsy]

When it came to missing, Spectre had one key point: Recover. And not just quickly, as any general advice would say. She wanted to be ahead of the person who dodged. So that when they attempted to follow-up, her baseline could outpace their counter. But as it seems--

This time it didn’t work. She hit her back, then snapped back up with a kip-up. Then she was about to attempt a box-cutter kick to ward him back. The dropkick hit first, right into her mask. Her balance rotated horizontal with her feet kicking out. Her face was shielded along with her ears and parts of her upper nape. But it still didn’t stop her from splatting on the ground.

She coughed. Her arms spread out to distribute the weight and protect herself. It left a critical flaw in her defence. The large shadow loomed over her body. His legs and weight crashed into her belly.

“B-Bhh…” She spat in her mask. Her eyes became wonky and different sizes as she seized up. Her upper torso lurched up, then laid back down and arched as his leg squished into her soft gut, shaping around his limb. Her breaths hardly lifted the limb. She felt close to stamina-less. She was racked with shivers from head to toe, felt hotter, dizzier, more uncoordinated, and she wanted to whimper from the widespread sharp pains from sensitive nerves webbed across her stomach.

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Garnet wouldn’t admit it but he did take some pleasure at getting revenge against his villainous opponent! Especially after all the things and attacks she did to him, he felt some satisfaction at hearing her cry of pain once his drop kick landed and soon after his leg drop. Though he noticed his opponent's reaction once his leg dropped landed on her stomach.

“Umm…you good?” Garnet asked as he peered down at her. Even if she was still his opponent, the young man couldn’t help but ask if she was fine at seeing her whimper from such a simple move. Though there was also a mix of curiosity as to why she looked all weak looking for a few seconds.

If she didn’t say or show reaction to his words for a few seconds, he would merely shrug before attempting another leg drop towards her stomach. After doing this, he would attempt to roll up near her face to wrap his legs around her neck, going for a simple headscissors.

[Monsy]

She felt her body melt and seeking a sense of comfort by being limp. Her dizziness was like an echo. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. She knew he left, retracted his leg, because then she impulsively breathed in sharply.

Only to have the leg come back. “K-Keeeww….” And she luched up again. Her feet kicked out, ankles just off the ground, stiff and shaking before flattening out. She clawed into the mat with her black finger-nails, scratched it, whined and her cheeks blemished into a reddening shade. “Shut. The fuck. UP.”

The crowd cheered mildly, then it was onto the next thing.

When it came to being squeezed around her neck, the feel of man-muscle clench her windpipe into a squashed straw made Spectre reach up and grab onto his leg. She raised her hips into the air, up and down, squirming as she clawed at his thigh. Her eyes looked further up. She groaned, then started to scrape her boots on the ground in an attempt to make them move and slide.

Whatever made it harder to squeeze her neck.

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Garnet flinched a little at the sheer tone and volume of Spectre once she “answered'' his question about if she was okay. Honestly her “answer” made him not feel bad about his next move. Once his legs swiftly secured her neck, his legs would squeeze with all his might! Ready to punish the woman for her underhanded tactics not too long ago.

Despite the smaller woman’s best attempts, she would find it hard to escape his headscissors as the legs squeezed and crushed her windpipes. But her attempts wouldn’t be wasted as with her best struggling attempts, the red haired woman was slowly making progress with his legs slowly losing his effectiveness.

Once she was able to break free from his grasp, Garnet would attempt to jump on her and force her onto her stomach. If this worked, he would sit on her back and move his legs out to wrap around her throat again and lock in another headscissors! If he locked this in, he would grab her arms and yank them back in an attempt to keep them trapped, making it harder for her if she tried to pry his legs open.

[Monsy]

How a hundred-pounds of this managed to spread scissored legs was a mystery to her calculations when all she was buying was time. But she didn’t argue with it. She turned onto her side and was about to reach ahead of herself, slam a hand down and claw some way forward. And that’s when he jumped on-top. She wasn’t all that great with having weight on her. Her body was compressed into the mat that made her perfectly stuck. She could scratch all she want. But she couldn’t bring her body together.

Then with legs once again lynching her neck, the muscle-y covered flesh started to squeeze her facial features with mountains of pressure. She felt the push behind her eyes. It felt similar to being high. Loose and stupid. Her eyes watered and she was clenching her teeth beneath her mask.

With her arms pulled away and his weight situated on-top of her, she found little to do but kick little bits with her dainty legs, make gurgling sounds and leak spit in her mask, make dopey eyes that seemed confused with depleting blood supply and oxygen, and turn her hands into fists.

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“Soooo….you wanna tap out?” Garnet asked, a little cheekily as his legs squeezed her opponent’s neck tightly. Honestly he was surprised with how this was going for him. Usually whenever his opponents did take some type of cheap shots at him before the match, they would be dominating him for a good while before he found his second win and fight against them or he would have to bide his time before he could somehow make a comeback.

Despite just meeting, Garnet knew his opponent was probably the type of woman who would deny giving up. So he simply squeezed his legs some more. His hands meanwhile kept a good tight hold on her hands and began pulling up on her hands. Which only stretched Spectre some more as if his pulling continued, her upper body would be forced to sit up.

[Monsy]

Spectre was more focused on getting her act together. She was stuck. Legs were squeezing her throat. And her arms were pulled apart. Sat on. Ok. Just needed to see what range of motion she still had left, as she couldn’t grapple or wrestle like this. Her body was being stretched and her shoulder sockets rubbed against its limits. she used her knees. As hard as she could, she tried to wedge both knees on the canvas to push her hips back into the air.

Her forehead would scrunch and nearly sweat from just the effort applied. Her chest started to bounce with a scaling heart rate. She inhaled through her teeth. Sssk. Sssk. Then if she managed to get her hips back in the air, knees down, there would be a flexible curve in her spine centred around how he was sitting on her.

Then with the spirit of a scorpion, she threw one leg up with the back of her boot aiming to kick him in the back of the head!

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Garnet kept on squeezing as much as he could, hoping to do as much damage as he could. Though seeing her squirming and failing to break free, he honestly thought that he could potentially make her tap out right now! The young man ignored Spectre moving her body around, thinking she was just trying to move around to try and get him off. “Nnggh! Come on! Tap out!” Garnet said with determination to make her give up.

Garnet’s legs would keep on squeezing before trying something new. His legs unlocked for a second only to then lock his legs in a figure four headscissor! Garnet squeezed for a second before something slammed against the back of his head! “Guh!” Grunted Garnet in surprise as that sent him off of Spectre and onto the floor, holding the back of his head in pain. After a few seconds, he would attempt to slowly get to his hands and knees.

[Monsy]

Once Garnet was OFF Spectre, she revelled in taking in numerous gasps. Her face had discoloured from the suffocating done between his legs. She held her throat with one hand, postured her second palm face-down to be elevated on her knees. When he looked at him, also at his hands and knees, she glared daggers at him.

For ruining her opening momentum on something as stupid as a headscissors, she started to formulate thoughts on how to fucking break him into a million different apologies. He’d be choked so hard, when she let go, he’d apologize in an entire new language.

Soon… Soon.

The crowd was certainly into it. When had they seen Spectre thwarted in the opening minute? They murmured to each other about Garnet, cheered on. A random spectator from the front row shouted.

“Get her again, Garnet!”
“Yeah, pin her down and beat that villain!”

In the midst of the support from fans and the commentators' excitement, Spectre went forward. She squatted on her legs, then moved forward with the help of a hand and tried to reach out for one of his wrists. If she managed to grab that, then she’d immediately attempt to twist it awkwardly, gain control of his bigger body and then move in. She scrambled to reposition by his side, push against him and fold his captured arm up against the small of his back, then push him down against the mat using her tiny weight.

All in a lightning flash if he wasn’t careful.