The Phoenix's Flames- Zetta vs Mayori!

[SubtleRoar]

*Unaware of the extent Mayori had been damaged by her unsated fury, Zetta replied with a stoic nod before beginning to trepidatiously stepping forward, gaining a tiny amount of ground on her foe while simultaneously deciding upon what her next plan of action would be. While it was abundantly obvious that her adversary was substantially injured, she was still capable of standing, which was something the Phoenix Queen was about to change.*

"Good..." *Another solitary word escaped her lips, and with that, she stormed forward with the zeal of a predator leaping towards its wounded prey, leaping forward to deliver a flying right kick to Maoyori's injured mandible! She may have been courteous enough to allow her a safe reentry into the ring, but Zetta was anything but gentle once the fight commenced!*

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*If her attack proved fruitful, she would proceed to land on the balls of her feet, witnessing her opponent crumble under the might of her weaponized extremities as the crowd wildly applauded their intense skirmish!* "Take that..." *Zetta quietly uttered through slightly laborious breathing, feeling beads of perspiration trickling down her forehead from all the energy she was consuming.*

[Caduces]

Mayori’s eyes slightly widened as Zetta braced for her leap.

This looked to be a pounce to her, so she stepped to the right a half meter and nearly stumbled in that direction. This move toward the opposite side of the kick and Mayori felt the displacement of air WHIFF by her upper left bicep. The realization of what almost happened didn’t register until Zetta landed back on the canvas.

Depending on Zetta’s ability, the miss would either have her fall on her side, land on her feet or land off balance.

[SubtleRoar]

*As overzealous as she was, Zetta knew that her uncanny ability to land a solid blow always held a minimal chance of failure. However, she never perceived that happening against someone as inexperienced as Mayori, so when the unexpected reality of her foot missing its mark came to pass, Zetta lacked the foresight to properly land and inadvertently collided with the turnbuckle lurking behind the agile rookie!*

"GGNNH!" *An audible grunt of distress could be heard escaping through Zetta's otherwise tightlipped mouth, causing her to groan in anguish from the unprecedented impact from the metallic pillar. Given the amount of energy she exerted to try and administer the finishing blow on her weary foe, she had accidentally managed to incapacitate herself for a brief amount of time, allowing Mayori a golden opportunity to exact some revenge.*

"Hhnnhh.." *Gnashing her teeth to try and disperse the lingering misery that traveled up her backside, Zetta couldn't manage to muster up the vigor required to recuperate in a timely fashion, leaving her exposed to whatever retribution Mayori wanted to exact upon her.*

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[Caduces]

Mayori thanked the heavens through a muffled breath.

The high kick might have floored her for a THREE! count. She turned to face Zetta in the corner with the intention of starting an offensive push. Grabbing a hold of the ropes and balancing herself on them for a more solid base of attack, she gave three corner kicks against Zetta’s I defended chest.

“Yahhh! Hyahhh!...Yahhh!” Her jaw ached with the slightest grunt. Ot wanting anything more than those kicks and a primary warning from the referee, Mayori then would cradle her stunned opponent’s head with her forearm and bicep - reminiscent of a cutter setup. She attempted to lead her opponent out of the corner and turn 180 degrees, so that Mayori was facing the corner.

If her choice of move succeeded, the maneuver would be a springboard reverse cutter with the assistance of the turnbuckles. Zetta would land on her back with her neck and shoulders absorbing the impact. And Mayori’s petite bicep would be the driver against them, along with her upper body weight.

[SubtleRoar]

*Still reeling from her botched attempt at putting her adversary away for what she believed would be for good, Zetta's consequences for underestimating her opponent came in the shape of a weaponized shin, slamming itself into her repeatedly as if it were a rapid fire machine gun ripping through her vulnerable body!*

"Hnnghh! Grrrhh! Aaaahh!" *She winced as each, subsequent attack forced a shrill suspiration to exit through her trembling lips. Once the moderator stepped in to try and separate the women, a sliver of hope began to fill the Phoenix Queen's eyes- Perhaps now was her opportunity to formulate a counter attack, she thought. However, that potential was soon torn from her hands as Mayori pursued her with a follow up move, sending Zetta lurching forward and directly into Mayori's trap!*

"UNNNGGHH!" *Her boisterous, plaintive groan from the sensation of Mayori slamming directly into her drove Zetta backwards, easily sending her hurdling into the canvas while her foe emerged relatively unscathed from the contact. This rattling collision against the ring sent a tremor reverberating throughout the entire arena with a sonorous* "THUNK!"

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"Uuuhhhh..." *Her mind swimming within a raging maelstrom of confusion and agony, Zetta laid sprawled out across the ring like a flightless bird, unable to regain control of her nearly lifeless body from the unfathomable pain she was in! The crowd looked on in both disbelief and amazement, as the rookie continued to surprise and delight anyone and everyone who laid eyes on her!*

[Caduces]

Mayori managed to pull off a move that both stunned her opponent - who was now supine - and the crowd that was not sitting on the edge of their seats. The newcomer breathed out with a dulled ache in her jaw and covered Zetta with a crossbody pin.

Mayori's right hip pressed against Zetta's chin while both of her hands pressed down on her opponent's right forearm. The red and white-clad girl's abs and lower body were the only anchor against Zetta's left bicep and forearm. Mayori wanted to shout "Cover!" at the referee, but her mouth was still feeling the effects of the high kick that nearly drove her out of the match a minute earlier. The tide was turned and she had another chance to take the win.

The reverse neckbreaker-cutter maneuver wasn't a move that she specialized in, but if it won her this bout she would want to perfect it. Maybe it would replace her more dangerous aerial signature.

[SubtleRoar]

*The audience was so quiet, she could hear a pin drop from a mile away. That was, until, the presiding referee began the ominous three count.* "ONE..." *It began, and it was always too soon in her opinion, the crowd clapping their hands in unison. She had felt the mortifying sensation of having someone immobilize her only a scant handful of times, but this was certainly one that she'll remember for the entirety of her professional career.*

"TWO..." *It seemed as though the seconds were flying by, and there was absolutely nothing her deflated little body could seemingly do about it. However, the Phoenix Queen wasn't about to be taken down a peg by this unknown rookie, even though she had definitely earned herself a place in the pantheon of women to push the tenacious asian to her absolute limits!*

"GRRHHHH!" *With a superfluous thrust of her right shoulder, Zetta broke the three count by what she believed was picoseconds! The multitude of spectators sharply gasping from the turn of events. It seemed as though the Phoenix still had enough energy to make this skirmish competitive, at least for the time being.*

[Caduces]

Most of Mayori's body weight was over the left side and she felt frustrated by not more evenly distributing it over Zetta.

She turned her body 90 degrees and hooked her boots over Zetta's inner thighs. She felt the material of Zetta's costume catch her boot tips a little. Mayori then pushed down on Zetta's abdomen with her bottom and tried wrangling the yellow and red girl's wrists above her forehead. She was attempting to get her into a straddle pin, convinced that Zetta may still be stunned enough for a successful THREE-count.

Just have to keep all of her down for three seconds...COME ON! COUNT IT!

Mayori hurriedly looked across the canvas to the referee and urged with her expression for a resuming of the pinfall's count. Her jaw let her know that it was still pained with the labored breaths she took. Her arms shook as she fought to control Zetta's wrists. The crowd couldn't tell if Mayori was transitioning into a ground hold until the referee came in closer for a shoulder check on Zetta.

[SubtleRoar]

*Having managed to successfully broken the count by the skin of her teeth, Zetta needed to devote herself to reestablishing herself as the superior wrestler. However, Mayori still had an unwavering, dominant stranglehold on the match- Something The Phoenix Queen couldn't personally dispute. Noticing how hasty her adversary was to try and capitalize on the wounded bird, Zetta prepared herself for an incredibly risky counterattack.*

"Not...finished...yet!" *Bracing her upper body for her impending attack, Zetta lurched herself upwards and forward to slam the center of her skull into the center of Mayori's nose, harnessing her energy for one, decisive headbutt to try and turn the tide of this skirmish into her favor!*

"GGNNHH!" *The subsequent ringing in her ears, followed by the all too familiar blurry vision and loss of her senses sent Zetta into a whirlwind of disorientation and temporary confusion, but she knew that if she was in this amount of pain herself, that her foe must be suffering this degree of pain ten fold!*

[Caduces]

Mayori saw that she almost had full control of Zetta’s body.

The referee need only check her shoulders. Mayori’ head drooped and she leveled her eyes down at her opponent. She saw her mouth moving, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. This is when Mayori’s world went dark.

The Phoenix rose and delivered a terrible headbutt out of nowhere and it struck Mayori directly on her left cheekbone. The crowd let out a collective reaction when they saw Mayori’s head barely give to the blow from below. They watched as Mayori no longer strive for a hold or pin and collapse with her chest against the canvas to the right of Zetta’s head.

Her arms fell flat in front of her. Her slightly bent form made her backside stretch the material of her briefs. The girl looked to be knocked out and there was hardly a camera phone in the front rows that didn’t catch her beautiful fallen form. For Zetta, she had escaped a rough and rushed straddle pin.

For Mayori, she was now in danger of losing more than the momentum.