Silencing A Virus: Mary Clairson vs Spectre — Standard Match

[Monsy]

Spectre flipped over onto her stomach as well. Her arms felt the most exhaustion from that burst. She'd feel a numbing in them. Her heart thumped against her rib-cage and she mouth-breathed quietly.

Unlike Mary, Spectre was not weighed down by the recent flurry of damage. Her knees still felt raw, but she could bite that back with clenched teeth. First her hands went down, then her knees slid underneath. One boot in front of herself later, Spectre pushed up to stand, stumbled a step to the left when her joint pinched, then cast her shadow on the recovering Mary. She believed the advantage firmly in her corner. No way anything was happening yet with The Quiet beast so still. So she walked defenceless, arms hanging like her cape, approaching them.

A snarky tone commented... "Frail."

If she'd have her way, a boot would find itself stepping on Mary's head.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary was still recovering from the small burst she had to pull out to quickly pin Spectre and get out of the relatively terrible situation she was in. She just needed to take a deep breath and recover, but she could feel Spectre coming towards her, and Spectre decided to taunt her.

And Mary was not about to have that.

When Spectre attempted to drop her leg on Mary’s head, Mary would attempt to use her arms to catch Spectre’s leg, and then pull herself up slowly to her feet.

“I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S WEAK!” Mary made it clear she was pissed off with Spectre right now, and then attempted a Dragon Screw on Spectre’s leg.

[Monsy]

"Oh?"

Mary's resilience wasn't taken as provocation...
Or really defiance. She reasoned the clings to life were natural. A dying fawn still kicking while in the beast's mouth. And although Mary Clairson was officially skilled and seasoned, just seeing her wilt from her boot, unable to be resisted, plaster a print all over that cheek... It would've been sublime. But alas! Her boot was facing more resistance.

"All this wasted energy for NO gain. Soooo flabby. You got jelly for shoulders. Tooth-picks for arms. Whatcha gonna do with those? Ask nicely for me to lift my foot? Hmhm~. Trrrryyyy harder." A finger touched her eye, dragged the bottom eye-lid down, then she cackled to herself. She put weight on Mary to stop her rise. Crowds joined in with a clap! "Mar-y!" "Mar-y!" "Mar-y!"

Then Spectre tensed an eye, realizing something was stirring. She put her full weight down, wrinkled at the cheeks as they exerted into a tense scowl of effort that was beginning to develop a sweat bead on her temple. "Did I say you could GET UP?" Mary stood up. And now, Spectre was staring up at a proud, angered fighter, biting her teeth in a glare before she JUMPED, attempting to take the head off Mary--BUT. With such skill and timing, Mary went low as Spectre went high. Her kicking leg caught nothing. Her captured? Twisted in the patella's pocket. She spun like a spinny-top on its side, hitting a 540 mid-air before smacking front-first and flat.

"OOOMPH!" Came from the surprise impact. Her head immediately lifted off the mat, cobwebbed, but then she turned onto her back, eyes, mouth and teeth clenched as she whimpered. "Gyaaaagh..." Groaned Spectre from the throbbing Mary forced onto her leg, head thrown back momentarily, holding her knee in two hands as she turned sharply hip-to-hip on the canvas, struggling.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary felt a rush of adrenaline go through her body, all her pain was being put in the back seat as she twisted Spectre’s leg with a Dragon Screw, before slowly getting right back up to her feet, feeling the momentum on her side.

Mary knew she needed to follow up, she could not give Spectre breathing room, or else her supervillain opponent would certainly make her pay.

So Mary quickly grabbed Spectre’s leg, and quickly attempted to turn Spectre on her stomach, and lock on an Ankle Lock, once again attempting to force a submission out of the Supervillain