Spectre vs Miranda Tomi

[Fairy Dragon]

"Ugghh...." Miranda groaned, Spectre's attack on her belly having worn her down quite a bit. Even though her abs were tighter than they looked after years of hard work she knew she wasn't going to last if this continued. She needed to escape soon and give the aching pains in her belly to stop and give her a chance to recover. Spectre's words made Mira open her eyes and stare at the wicked woman holding her there, seeing her pleasure at making Miranda bruise up. She wanted to say something, but Spectre wasn't making time for small talk and quickly went back to attacking.

"Ooouugh!" Miranda groaned, her upper body launching up from Spectre's elbow. The pain was worse since it seemed to land on a part of her skin that was already bruised, causing the sore skin to ache just as much as the muscles it protected did when Spectre hit there. She started to jerk and gasp a little more while Spectre twisted her elbow, grinding it in deep and making the dancer's eyes close from the agonizing pain that grew from that spot.

[Monsy]

All this groaning was making her fuzzy right down to her toes. Like an artist finding its zone, blocking out all externality to focus on the subject. Miranda's belly, bruising, now being stirred by her pointy bones. She kept the girl locked down with her crowbar, with her second hand acting like a second mind to make sure they couldn't resist. A rodent in Spectre's mouse-trap. "I could do this for days." Said Spectre, meaning it with her entire being.

Just knowing the show was on a time slot made her want to strangle another executive. An extended segment dedicated to breaking this gut would make a killing! To her knowledge, Miranda was a dancer. Firm, shapely and feminine skin. Masters of movement, always in control. A little too reserved for Spectre's tastes. She wanted a singer. Maybe a shiver too. There was an easy fix for both.

First by unhooking the crowbar from over their windpipe, tossing the metal to her opposite hand more suited for her purposes. "Ready?" She said, then attempted to hook Miranda's neck around the nape this time. Then, in one fluent movement, Spectre stood up and yanked Miranda upward with the crowbar until Spectre's elbow pulled back far beyond her shoulder. Her knee lifted in a quick thrust to pound the bruise, bringing them close together.

[Fairy Dragon]

Miranda's throat was killing her since she couldn't get any air and the repeated shots to her stomach made her body jerk hard enough that it was putting more pressure on her neck. The painful way it pressed against her neck almost made Mira tear up, knowing that she couldn't do anything right now and that Spectre seemed hyper focused on her stomach. She was thankful that her stomach was tight enough to handle this kind of abuse, but maybe that was exactly why Spectre was targeting it. She needed to find a way out, but couldn't think of anything while Spectre pushing her neck down with the crowbar to stretch her out more before throwing a huge elbow into her wounded belly.

"Ugggh!" Miranda groaned, almost jerking up before the crowbar stopped her again. Her stretch out abs screamed out as the bony elbow of Spectre dug in further, threatening to crush Miranda completely, despite this the dancer was still trying to squirm and fight from her position, even throwing up a leg to try and kick at Spectre if she could reach.

[Monsy]

She was still quite ready, conscious, able and focused to deal with a stray shot.

It stuck into her blocking arm, but the strength of the dancer's legs was something else. Her stance temporarily came undone, wobbling two steps back, leaning back. Her arm stung like a bitch and didn't settle. ( Well-well, isn't she a real leg queen. ) But all of Spectre's faculties remained very operational in every sense of the word. She couldn't let such a desperate move knock her off the momentum. This was her match like any other.

So, like all good viral payloads, she gave her crowbar a flip, took a step forward and threw her crowbar at their face tomahawk style!

[Fairy Dragon]

Miranda's kick saved her some trouble, though she didn't fully rattle the evil woman like she wanted she was able to free herself by surprising her and using the moment to roll out of the way freeing her back from her knee and her neck from her crowbar. At that moment Miranda was starting to get back up and watched Spectre, seeing her raise her weapon again and swing it down to try and smash her face with it. Miranda could only roll again and try to dodge the move before she attacked.

She was getting sick of the weapons, and wanted to see if Spectre could remain dangerous without them, jumping to her feet despite her pain and trying to land a big dropkick to Spectre's face to push her back before popping back up to take a swing at her face with another big kick.

[Monsy]

Nimble, this Miranda. She rolled right through, popped up like it was natural--Spectre bet on her momentum, came forward and entered a spinning back-kick to insult the dancer’s balance. Then her eyes grew. Miranda’s hop surmounted her kicking leg, feet angled, packaged, then thrust into her mouth-plates. The force bit her brain and made her skull angry. Her neck whiplashed back, her shoulders followed suit. One-tumble, two-tumble, then she came off the ropes.

Both arms fell to her side, loose and limp. Her torso lurched, wobbled as she hobbled, came close, open and a mouth-plate eager for kick two. Then when the foot swung up, the foot flew by. Spectre had leaned back, and in-fact, already entered a counter-clockwise spin, squatting low to the ground as her ankle and calf swung around and tried to sweep Miranda’s stance in one swoop.

[Fairy Dragon]

Surprising Spec with a big kick and her speed Mira was going for another kick right after. She was aiming for Spectre's head to stop the crazy chick from doing something else with her weapons. Though the dropkick was successful Miranda found herself hitting nothing but air with her second kick, flying past Spectre who pulled her head back to avoid it and came in low. Miranda's leg was vulnerable for her follow up sweep kick, coming at Miranda before she could put her other foot down or back up, causing her to lose balance and fall back.

"Wooagh!" Mira screamed falling back and hitting the mat. Groaning she would roll and try to roll away from Spec before turning to start getting back up, expecting more would be coming after that one.

[Monsy]

When Miranda started her retreat, Spectre was perched with her leg extended. She peered over-shoulder, hands on the mat with nails curled into the mat to prepare her lunge. She waited, gnawing herself mentally, then rose to her feet hunched over. "Call that escaping?" The Virus's voice garbled into static-riddled monotone, letting her arms sag as she took a few steps, wagging her fingers near the mat till the cold steel of her second crowbar caught between finger-pad and the mid-way knuckle, took up and clenched.

"You can try better." She straightened up, albeit only partially to angle herself at Miranda as she rolled away. She pursued, although in a controlled manner to purposefully hold a little distance. Her stare would never leave Miranda's head, only just to take a split-second glance towards her tomahawk-thrown crowbar on the other side of them, between them, the ropes and a corner. Then, from an overhead swing, she brought down the heavy-end of her crowbar that was aimed for the knee!

[Fairy Dragon]

Miranda was weaponless and with Spectre being relentless with her crowbar it was putting her at a huge disadvantage that she needed to get past if she wanted to win the match...or survive at this rate. She moved but could sense that Spectre was still on her and even looked up to see that yes she was still aiming for her despite her attempts to get out of harms way. With the crowbar coming down like a tomahawk Miranda had to try to twist herself out of harms way, feeling the cold steel land close to her legs with a thud on the mat.

Feeling her body starting to sweat from nervousness Mira would turn her body towards Spectre and throw a kick at Spectre's gut. Escaping was no longer an option, she was too quick and with that weapon she had range, the only thing Mira could do to get her off for a second was to try to force her off with kicks and hope that she could find an opening to disarm her.

[Monsy]

The foot buried itself deep into her gut and malformed it until a slit formed in the latex. "Ug--..." Spectre blinked. Her footing came loose and she teetered a step. Those purple pupils shrank as she heard her own heart-beat start to race. Her thoughts slowed, her vision started to slip into double. When she looked down, she was still sucking in from that boot. Her knees went warm, so with a whimper, she collapsed to her knees, sat on her shins, dropped her crowbar and hugged her wounded gut as she started to cough, choke and wheeze inside her mask. An aimless stare pointed to the mat, steadily and slowly keeling over until her face might just kiss it.