Cyber Warfare: Tio Plato vs. Jona Sacred

[killcarrion]

Beethoven, Leonardo Da Vinci, Van Gogh...Virtuoso prodigies such as these were criminally all underappreciated in their time. And The Jona Sacred considered himself to be no different. Historians in the future will regard his accomplishments as worthy of acclaim and admiration for centuries to come~..at least this was the mindset Jona continued struggling to uphold as Tio's obnoxious belittling and contemptuous scolding started chipping away at the colossal sense of overconfidence the cyberhacker typically carried himself with. Much to Jona's exasperated chagrin, this clandestine match was now unfolding more akin to one of those accursed rounds of PomPomParty between them with Tio reigning supreme and emphatically establishing her outright superiority as she mops the floor with him. Jona fighting through the oxygen sapping moonsault and...unexpectedly soothing allure of Tio's figure swathed atop him...to undo the pin attempt and swivel over onto his side.

"...*Tch*...S-So what if I am!!! It'll just make it all the sweeter once I boot ya off that mountaintop and claim it for myself!!!" Jona rebuked with rasped breathes until jostled over onto his stomach and yelping from the encumbered saddling of Tio's petite backside onto his spine. Ascertaining where this was going once having his arms jerked back and hooked over his rival's knees, snarling vehemently as the interlocked fingers underneath his chin started torquing him backward. Jona's boots squealed and squeaked against the canvas once his legs started pattering against the floor as his taut physique continued to be constrained, coping with the excruciating submission and intrusive thoughts from the sublime softness of his rival's svelte tush. "W-Wait a second. Since when the hell do you care about my potential, or whether I'll amount to anything...I don't want the pity of an inferior hacker I'm on the cusp of beatin' any minute now..." Jona hacked out in between haggard breathes.

[Cosmos]

Tio was normally quite subdued, but being wise to the fact that Jona considered himself in the same league as the likes of Beethoven and Van Gogh would have even made the blue haired girl kneel over in laughter. Not even she viewed herself as equal to them despite being labelled a prodigy in her youth. Of course, such delusions came naturally to the swollen ego of Jona Sacred. But she had to concede, just hearing the blonde brat acknowledge that he existed only in her shadow was an admission that was new to her ears. Even if he followed his words up with the ludicrous notion that he would one day take her spot as an unparalleled genius. Truly? If this irritable cockroach couldn't even best her in the ring, what chance did he possibly have of surpassing her in her strongest area? The world of tech and innovation which she was famous for throughout despite her young age?

"I don't care one miniscule byte for your potential." Jona's rasped remark would reward him with Tio pulling back harder on his chin as she applied the Camel Clutch. "I'm merely making a statement about how you'll never succeed, because you will never change Jona. You can cut back on the pizzas you wolf down and do all the bench presses you wish. But you will remain the same. A weak, pathetic, miserable creature who can never succeed at anything he tries." Each word being delivered with Tio applying extra pressure, her hips pressing down onto Jona's back, yanking him further back by his jaw. After a few prolonged moments of the freckled fool's suffering, inspiration came to the gifted genius who abruptly let go, allowing Jona's face to fall down to the canvas.

"In fact, I don't even need to use a finisher to dispatch a worthless anti-Mishy heretic like yourself." Coming around to the front of Jona's prone body, Tio would bend down and dig her fingers into her rival's scalp, pulling him up with both hands on his blonde locks. Guiding her opponent onto his unsteady legs while she would attempt to secure his empty head under her arm, squeezing tight to make sure he was locked in. "Good night, Jona Sacred." Preparing to swing herself and her victim, and drop him down to the canvas for a Swinging Neckbreaker!