First it was a French nymphomaniac whose monstrous strength could only be surpassed by her infinite libido. Then it was a wrestling legend in the form of the sadistic Smiling Demon. Now for her third official match Ying was to face...some average looking brunette whose only noticeable trait was her nose being glued to her phone.
Needless to say, the Avant-garde Amazon was more than a little disappointed.
Truth be told the reputation of her canvases was never Ying's greatest concern; in the end all that mattered was their body and how well it could bring out the beauty in her art. Even still she couldn't help but feel underwhelmed upon hearing of her latest opponent's reputation, or rather lack there of. However upon discovering The Selfie Maniac's statistics those feelings of disappointment were quickly replaced with those of unbridled rage. Ying wasn't just going against some backwater nobody, she was going against a backwater nobody who barely qualified to be a middleweight! Just what the hell were the organizers expecting from this match up, some poor man's recreation of
David & Goliath?! Either somebody had the idea of throwing Ying a pity match, or they honestly believed this so called queen could take her down. Either way this match was an insult and one she wouldn't take lightly. Clearly LAW needed a reminder on why you don't fuck with Ying Tao.
The moment the
the sound of that infamous flute blasted through the speakers, the deafening cheers of the crowd died down and the air suddenly grew tense. The scantily clad titan of a woman made her way down the ramp with a fear-inducing scowl across her face. If not for her theme echoing through the arena the only sound to be heard would have been those intimidating footsteps. Upon reaching the apron and stepping over the ropes Ying turned to face the bubbly brunette. Initially no words were exchanged and instead she simply took one of the small bottles of ink from her leg-strap. Without breaking eye contact Ying dropped the bottle to the floor with her heel in hot pursuit.
Upon slowly raising her leg one more time she revealed the broken shards scattered upon the mat and the ink slowly dripping from her heel.
"Try not to blackout before I'm done, I want to see the look on your face when I crush your phones like that."