Thunder Ryuko and Emily Nelson vs. SA-KI and Zero Kotobuki - Stand Tall

[BlackAkuma]

Seriously, what even were those words? SA-KI wasn’t the greatest English speaker in the world, but she could only make out, maybe, two of the words Emily was saying as she came after her, while the rest just came off like a linguistic clusterfuck. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, and she swore, she was getting a headache just trying.

But she could recognize tone, which told her all she needed to know - Emily Nelson was out for blood. Hers.

She was just starting to push her way up when her opponent moved in and pulled her up, daring to grab her by the fucking mask, of all things. SA-KI was hoisted up, brought on the burly bruisers shoulders, and spun about as she flailed, taken for a nasty ride that only ended when she came crashing back down to the canvas.

That sucked. That sucked a lot. Gritting her teeth, all SA-KI could do was roll over and reach, trying to crawl towards her corner, but it was so far away…

[Underdoggo]

Those who knew Emily knew that the angrier she got, the more her demure English-raised persona dropped, and the more Scottish she became-- complete with phrases and curses that defied the knowledge or understanding of anyone not from the British Isles. Unfortunately for SA-KI and Zero right now, Emily was absolutely furious, and in the blink of an eye she had gone from posh noblewoman to highlands berserker.

"Ye think ye' can talk shite an' just crawl away, ye fookin' minter?" Emily snarled, grabbing for one of SA-KI's boots and raising her leg off the mat. "Fook ye and yer gammie leg, ye masked skank!" So saying, she would slam SA-KI's leg down against the mat again, showing uncharacteristic brutality against her Japanese foe.

Yes, without a doubt, Emily was absolutely furious right now.

[BlackAkuma]

…well, yeah. SA-KI did, in fact, think she could talk ‘shite’ and crawl away. That strategy had been working okay for her so far, in her defense, so what was the harm in sticking with it?

In this case, however, it wasn’t happening. After Emily finished speaking in tongues, she came hounding after her, grabbing her legs and pulling away from the safety of her corner. ”Let me go, you fucking crazy-”

SA-KI got her wish, but certainly not in the way she would’ve desired, as Emily proceeded to slam her leg int the canvas, hammering her knee hard against it. She couldn't keep the shrill cry inside as pain shot through her leg, and she wound up rolling over and caressing her kneecap, hissing as she rubbed the spot.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd collectively winced as Emily introduced SA-KI's leg, and knee, into the mat. The impact, as anyone might have expected, left the masked woman rolling on the mat, clutching her knee and hissing in pain. Up until now, Emily had been fighting with dignity and restraint; that seemed to be gone now, though, as the Scotswoman was fighting out of pure anger instead.

"Go on," she growled, "call yer wee green-haired skank friend to help. O'erwise, haud yer weesht or get hit lassie!" And with that, she she would reach down and wrap her arms around SA-KI's waist, aiming to lift her upside down before unceremoniously spiking her head-first into the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

Shit, SA-KI must’ve really struck a nerve at some point. From what she recalled, Emily Nelson typically fought with something resembling dignity and grace, following the goody-goody route that ‘faces’ typically went for - whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Right now, though, she was acting a lot closer to the rude Scottish stereotypes: drunk, rude, barely coherent, and always ready to fight.

It was a fearsome sight, and SA-KI direly wished she wasn’t on the receiving end of it. Unfortunately, Emily had decided to make her a chew toy for the time being, and that wasn’t changing. Before SA-KI could even think of going back on the offense, her opponent came in, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pulled her up for what she thought was going to be a powerbomb.

It wasn’t.

”No, wait-” SA-KI was only able to get two syllables out before Emily dropped and spiked her head on the canvas, nailing her with a piledriver that a shock down her spine. She flopped forward, coming down hard on her chest, and that was when Zero decided to make her move, no doubt expecting a pinfall. She slipped through the ropes and began to dash across the ring, making a beeline for the legal wrestlers…