Theresa Lyons [D] vs Anna Evans - Standard Match

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And just like that, Theresa's expression twisted.

Just as Anna's eyes had turned furious, Theresa's eyes darkened as an enraged fire burned within them. The smug shine and arrogant pride were washed away until all that was left was pure, undying rage. Her sneer pulled back, turning into an ugly scowl as she grit her teeth.

"INSOLENCE."

Her voice dripped with venom as she clenched her teeth, a fire burning under her skin as she saw red. How dare this worm speak to her like that? How DARE she not bow her head before her betters?

"Mind your tongue, scum."

Theresa's snarl vibrated through the air around them as her hands snapped forth, aiming to grab hold of Anna's head in a rage, seeking to pull Anna towards her in the hopes of delivering a powerful knee right up into that stomach and forcing the insolent peasant to kneel before her!

[Weonna]

The knee drove up hard into Anna’s midsection!

All the fire in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a violent gasp as the air was ripped from her lungs. Her body folded around the strike, arms wrapping instinctively around her stomach as her boots left the mat for a split second before she crumpled.

One knee hit first, then the other, and the force carried her forward until her palms slapped the canvas. Her back arched sharply from the lingering damage, and her head dipped low as she tried to suck in air that wouldn’t come.

A strangled sound escaped her throat as she sagged further, stomach clenched tight. The pain forced her down until she was face-first against the mat, hips raised awkwardly as her legs trembled beneath her and her suprizingly thicc cake was on display for the camera to see!

Her fingers clawed at the canvas while her shoulders shook with each shallow, desperate breath. Sweat dampened her hair as it fell around her face, hiding her expression while she remained hunched forward, back and abdomen both screaming in protest.

The crowd groaned at the humiliating posture she’d been forced into.

Anna didn’t speak this time.

She just stayed there, trembling, trying to gather enough air to even think about standing again.

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It was always so delicious.

The satisfaction that followed the impact.

Theresa couldn't help but lick her lips as Anna's demeanour flipped like a switch - from defiant insubordination one moment, to a strangled noise and a pained expression the next. It was almost as though Theresa could taste the regret in the air, the realization that all Anna had gained by insulting her betters was more pain and more suffering... And a humiliating pose upon the ground.

Theresa would be lying if she claimed that she didn't take some amusement from the position her foe had fallen into. She wrapped one arm around her own waist as she held the other before her mouth, hiding the smile that spread cutely across her painted lips as her cold, blue eyes cast a frigid gaze upon the posterior held aloft in the air... And if Anna listened very closely she might even hear a soft, "Heh... Hmhm~!" that the noblewoman tried to keep hidden from the groaning crowd.

But, she couldn't afford to let herself be distracted - not before the match was over.

"Where's that fire gone, little worm?" Theresa asked, circling the humiliated commoner as she observed her, formulating a plan as she indulged in a moment of taunting, "I could have sworn I heard some insolent words a moment ago - whatever happened? Hm?"

And then she settled on a plan of action. Stepping towards Anna's lifted hips, Theresa Elizabeth St Leger Lyons first threw an open hand at the woman's raised cheeks - a small little display of dominance - before attempting to flip the woman over with a kick to the hip. Should that succeed, she'd follow it up by planting a foot on Anna's chest, hands on her hips, attempting to pin Anna's shoulder to the canvas in what may have been one of the most arrogant pins LAW had seen in some time.

[Weonna]

The slap echoed sharp across the arena, snapping Anna’s body forward from the sting. Before she could even react, the kick to her hip rolled her onto her back, her limbs heavy and sluggish from the punishment she’d taken.

Theresa’s boot pressed firmly against her chest, driving her shoulders into the canvas.

The referee slid into position.

ONE!

Anna’s body barely stirred. Her arms twitched weakly at her sides, stomach still tight from the knee, back aching from the earlier slam.

TWO!

The crowd’s volume spiked...Anna’s fingers curled against the mat. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused for a second as the boot bore down harder.

The referee’s hand rose—

—THR—

Anna’s shoulder jerked violently off the canvas at the last possible split-second!

The crowd sighed a relief!

She rolled instinctively onto her side the moment the pressure lifted, coughing harshly as she clutched her ribs!

Anna then slowly pushed herself onto her hands and knees, head hanging low, strands of hair shielding her face. Her breathing was ragged, shoulders trembling as she steadied herself on all fours. For a moment, it looked like she might collapse again.

But she didn’t.

Her fingers dug into the canvas, knuckles whitening.

She was still there trying to fight...

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Theresa dug her heeled boot into Anna's chest, grinding it in as the referee's count and the crowd's increasing despair fluttered into her ears like the sweetest symphony she could imagine.

With every movement of that hand, Theresa's eyes narrowed a little bit more, her smug, cold gaze focused solely upon Anna's prone form. One. Her lips curled back, coiling up into a cruel, sadistic smile. Two. Her boot bore down even harder, heel digging into Anna's chest as she watched the vermin's eyes flutter open, the woman's gaze unfocused. Thr-

Ee...?

Theresa Elizlabeth St Leger Lyons could scarcely believe what her senses were telling her. The little worm had been humiliated and beaten, and now she had rolled away? She had dared to withhold Theresa's victory? Delay her display of domination from the crowd of undeserving peasants?

Unacceptable.

"Tut tut tut..." After a long moment of Theresa glaring across the ring at the crouched woman before her, the aristocrat broke her silence with a set of disapproving clicks of her tongue and a wagging of her finger. "Oh my dear Ms. Evans... This simply won't do, you naughty little worm...

With each hissing word, Theresa stepped forwards, attempting to close the distance between her and her foe, hands reaching forth in an attempt to grip at Anna's hair and painfully pull her back up to her feet, eager to take out her frustrations upon this tiresome peasant.

"I hope you're ready for a punishment, you scum..."

[Weonna]

Anna’s head snapped back as fingers tangled into her hair again, a sharp hiss slipping between her teeth as she was forced upright. Her body wavered, knees threatening to buckle, but she steadied herself just enough to stay standing.

Her chest rose and fell heavily, one arm still hovering protectively near her midsection. A bruise was already blooming beneath her skin, and her back throbbed with every breath—but her eyes?

Still burning.

She tilted her chin up despite the grip in her hair, a crooked, defiant smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Punishment?”

She spat to the side again, refusing to look away.

“If you’re gonna finish it… stop preenin’ and do it.”


Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she braced herself, daring Theresa to make the next move.

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Oh.

There it was... That defiant smirk, that insolent attitude... It seemed that the beating that Theresa had just inflicted upon this uppity peasant hadn't quite managed to lodge her lesson into that thick skull. Her smug expression fell, eyes narrowing as her lips pulled tight into an irritated frown.

And then - the gall - Anna spat off to the side, staring her in the eyes the entire time. Theresa Elizabeth St Leger Lyons felt a flicker of flame upon her face, her cheeks heating as she stared down and only saw RED

"I'm going to enjoy every moment of regret as you beg me to stop..." She promised, her sneering words practically spat down at the low class Briton. Then her hands gripped tighter, fully happy to take Anna's silent dare to make the next move. The noblewoman's stance spread wide as she went to yank Anna's head between her thighs, obviously setting up for her signature finisher: A Pedigree.

And all the while, Theresa made her move without a second thought - the idea that Anna might have a response not seemingly even occurring to her for a moment.

[Weonna]

Anna’s head was forced down between Theresa’s thighs...but instead of being planted, she exploded upward.

With a sudden burst of desperation-fueled strength, Anna jumped, throwing her legs up and around Theresa’s shoulders, locking her calves tight against the noblewoman’s collarbones. The crowd roared as Anna’s momentum shifted the balance.

For a split second, Theresa had her in powerbomb position.

Then Anna leaned back.

Using her core and what little remained of her reserves, she twisted her hips and yanked backward, forcing Theresa to topple over. Both women crashed to the mat, but Theresa hit flat on her back as Anna rolled through the motion.

Anna didn’t waste the opening.

She scrambled immediately, pain shooting through her spine, but she forced herself to swing one leg across Theresa’s shoulder and the other around her neck. She adjusted frantically, trapping one arm and pulling it across her body. Her calves locked, Her hands grabbed her own shin, and then she squeezed.

Triangle choke.

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Her breathing was heavy, face flushed, muscles trembling as she tried to cinch it deeper. She angled her hips, tightening the hold as much as her battered body would allow!

The crowd was on their feet now.

Anna’s back screamed in protest, but she kept the pressure on, desperately trying to turn the tide before her strength gave out.