Twice Broken - Bryan Clark vs. Brigitte Hargrove

[HotWheels]

"Matches with me are an inevitability," Brigitte said, her voice carrying that aristocratic certainty that brooked no argument. "You might resist. You might struggle. But there's no denying me what I want."

She knew why with absolute conviction. Few people had the luxury of time she possessed - the endless hours to sculpt their bodies, to refine their technique to razor precision. Few found their passion in the systematic breaking of bodies the way she did, the way some people collected art or fine wines. And critically, few looked forward to it the way she did. No consternation clouding her thoughts. No nerves tightening her muscles. Just pure, undiluted anticipation. She didn't need to waste time with elaborate self-promotion or theatrical posturing. She had mastered her art through relentless dedication, and people came to witness mastery and beauty. That was the natural order of things.

It was with that complete and utter confidence that she turned and rushed toward the ropes, her long legs eating up the distance in powerful strides. She hit the ropes perfectly, the rebound launching her back toward Bryan with gathered momentum. Each footfall was precise, calculated to maximize her speed. The leap came at exactly the right moment, her body already positioning mid-air for the headscissor.

He would shrink back, brace himself, overprepare for impact. It was what they always did when she came at them like this - that moment of defensive panic that gave her the perfect opening to slip through their guard. Her legs were already spreading wide with that vision in mind, ready to catch his head between her thighs and wrench him to the canvas.

But Bryan moved in.

Before she could reassess, before her body could readjust mid-flight, the arena went white.

Brigitte didn't see anything. Didn't feel anything. But the crowd watched her head snap violently to the right, the 540 kick catching her flush on the side of her skull. Her pretty features rippled from the impact, shock waves visible across her face for that split second before physics took over. Her body's forward momentum died instantly, replaced by the brutal redirection of Bryan's strike.

She landed ass-first on the canvas directly in front of him with a heavy thud that echoed through the arena. The impact jarred through her spine, but Brigitte didn't register it. Didn't register anything. Her body toppled backward from the seated position, arms and legs splaying out in a graceless spread-eagle as she hit the mat completely flat.

[JaimeJohnsomXD]

Well, Bryan couldn't deny that Brigitte was an interesting opponent. She spoke every word as if she knew what would happen at the end of that match; at least, that's what Bryan was understanding from her.

But Brigitte left Bryan with other questions about his opponent, but the redhead had to stop thinking about those things and focus on the fight itself. Brigitte had gone back to use the ring ropes as momentum to quickly move towards Bryan, and the boy already had an idea of ​​what to do if his opponent tried to attack in any way.

Then, Bryan advanced and jumped a little earlier than Brigitte, who was trying to focus on a scissor kick on the redhead. Bryan already knew what to do, and his move, the 540 Kick, hit Brigitte squarely, making a loud, powerful impact. The crowd reacted to the impact, making a noise as if they had felt Brigitte's pain. The opponent was now down, and Bryan had the advantage in the fight. What could he do now?

Taking advantage of Brigitte's likely down position, the redhead, who was lying face down due to the movement he made earlier to avoid falling awkwardly, looked at his opponent and tried to get up quickly. If successful, Bryan wouldn't waste time; he would launch another attack to hurt Brigitte even more.

The boy approached Brigitte slightly, then flexed his right arm and intentionally fell on top of his opponent. However, Bryan was trying to hit Brigitte's stomach with his elbow.

Bryan's plan was simple: try to inflict as much damage as possible on his opponent, and then try to force a submission hold. That way, perhaps he would win the match, unless Brigitte managed to find an opening to take the lead in the fight.