Spectre vs. Juri Han - Bad Girls Do It Well

[BlackAkuma]

This match was only ten seconds old, tops, and Juri was already pretty sure it was the weirdest thing she’d ever done. Juri had known more than her fair share of weird wrestlers with weird styles - she tended to attract those types, to be fair, and she wasn’t about to pretend she was much better. But starting off an attack with a jack-in-the-box…

Needless to say, there was more than a little irritation in that kick, as she sent Spectre rolling into the kitchen. Judging by the reaction she was getting, the woman hadn't expected whatever this was to go down the way it was. Too fucking bad.

Juri didn’t wait. She came skipping into the kitchen after her opponent, not wanting to give her too much space but not in much of a hurry. She came over just in time to see the woman trying to scramble into a cupboard, like they were about to play a rousing game of Hide and Seek.

”Really?” She groaned, coming after her and planted her foot on the woman’s ankle, trying to pin her to the floor as she looked down on her. ”What’s your plan after you get in the cupboard, hm? Gonna live in there?”

[Monsy]

There must be a good bottle of dish soap in there.
A good sponge too!

She can concoct something with that, right? Maybe not as a bludgeon or anything, but a good diversion and ‘look over there’ was a tried and true tactic. Then she’d beat their stomach black and blue. The images were plentiful in her scamper to the cupboard. That she was making an excellent chess move. And that the starting plot twist was a calculated harmless trade.

Two more lunges and she’d--

“Ack-.”

She came to a screeching halt. Spectre spread flat onto her belly and chest, hand outstretched to the very edge of the kitchenette’s cupboard. She laid there, wagging her fingers and tapping against the wood.

“Soap in the eyes, obviously.”

She tugged that ankle a few times. “At this rate, I’ll gag you with a sponge too.”