Is she serious? Gail vs Mariza

[SubtleRoar]

"The fuck is a Mariza?" *The boisterous rocker cocked her head sideways, unable to completely wrap her mind around why she was even bothering to entertain this mousey little girl.* "Fine- If they want me to trample on this scrawny loser, then I'll do it!" *Gail tightened up her boots, flung her jacket over her shoulders and stormed through the hallway, bumping into anyone and everyone in her path.*

*Once her music dropped, she received a torrential downpour of jeers from the audience, having grown tired of her mischievous antics. This, however, only spurred her own ire, coaxing out her two favorite fingers that she proudly displayed for all to see. Without a sliver of hesitation, the diminutive whirlwind had absolutely no qualms with flaring her rancid attitude towards the attending spectators.*

"Fuck you, too!" *Gail announced to anyone within earshot, before finally ascending the steel steps and hopping over the top rope.* "I'm gonna destroy that little pipsqueak, just you watch!" *And with that, Gail found her neutral corner and impatiently waited for her victim to appear. She was so confident in her ability to end the fight quickly, that her coat remained on, a testament to her self-confidence.*

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[CaptainL]

After her last match, Marzia had come so close to victory, she could almost taste it. After she had been caught up in a losing streak that was weighing all too strongly on her, the Italian girl was hoping it was finally time for her luck to turn around - but, unfortunately, this wasn't it. She was beginning to ask herself what the point of it all was, and even when she tried to go back to the gym later in the week, it was hard for her to really work up the will to train. Why bother, she thought, if it wouldn't be enough? But regardless, Marzia's career wasn't over yet - she still had a match on her schedule, tonight. And, even if she wasn't sure what she was getting into, she couldn't just not show up. She had a commitment to make, and, even as she stepped out from the locker room with a sigh, Marzia knew there was no turning back.

Still, as she saw the girl currently in the ring, Marzia couldn't help but take in an anxious breath as she bit her lip. Gail certainly looked tough, and the attitude she showed the crowd told Marzia that she wasn't afraid to back things up with her fists. Great, she thought - as if it wasn't bad enough, now she had to deal with an opponent she already had her doubts about. She glanced back over her shoulder, wondering if she should just quit now - but then, she paused, hearing how the crowd was chanting her regardless. Either it was because the people here really did care about her, or, as the possibility soon crossed Marzia's mind, maybe they just hated Gail so much they wanted to see her taken down. But they could have put their faith in someone else, certainly. Regardless, if someone out there believed in her...Marzia knew she couldn't let them down. At the very least, she would have to try.

Taking in a gulp, she continued down to the ring, where she slid in under the ropes before getting back up to face Gail. She stood tall, as much as she could manage, and balled her fist at her side, to convince herself she looked halfway imposing just as much as she wished for her opponent. "I, erm...hello..."

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[SubtleRoar]

*While the tempestuous typhoon casually leaned against her designated corner, she watched her impending opponent begin to make her way towards the ring, quietly sauntering down the ramp before finally stepping inside the arena. Suffice it to say, Gail was a little more than peeved when she realized that this timorous child had the audacity to take on someone of her, frightening caliber. Regardless, at the end of the day, a victory was a victory, and Gail wasn't about to pass up a golden opportunity to bolster her record. Much to her befuddlement however, it seemed as though the audience was instantaneously on Mariza's side. There were numerous reasons as to why this was: Gail's recent heel turn, perhaps Mariza was the affable babyface that these degenerate people loved to invest their belief in. Whatever the case may be, it didn't faze the malevolent maelstrom whatsoever.*

"Alright kiddo, here's what's happening. I'm going to pulverize you into hamburger meat, if I'm feeling generous I might let you get a few punches in, and the last thing you'll remember about tonight is my smiling boots kissing that pretty face of yours. Deal?" *A rhetorical question, of course, but the miniature hurricane wanted to remind Mariza of the reality of her situation; she had stepped into the ring with a seasoned veteran of the sport, having scored countless victories over miscellaneous opponents, whereas the person who stood across from her seemed as if she had accidentally wandered into the wrong building. It was almost guaranteed that Gail would finish this fight in record time.*

"Clang clang clang!" *As the palpable tension between the two ladies continued to grow, Gail shot her target an elated smirk.* "Let me give you a taste of what you're in for~" *With a dynamic spin, the verdant tornado attempted to catch Mariza off guard with a spinning hook kick, setting the tone for the skirmish right off the bat!*

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[CaptainL]

No sooner had Marzia gotten into the ring that Gail had already made her full and fearsome presence known - and instantly, the Italian girl was beginning to regret her decisions. She drew back with a gulp, trembling as Gail got up in her face and biting her lip. It was already clear that Gail was out to put Marzia in her place, and by the considerably tougher looks of the girl, Marzia fully believed that she would be able to do just that. She glanced nervously back and forth, trying to gauge the crowd's reactions. Incredibly, they were booing Gail - marking Marzia as the crowd's favored combatant in this match. It seemed they still believed in her - but Marzia herself, unfortunately, did not. She gulped again, realizing that she wasn't just faced with an opponent she was afraid of, but she was convinced she was about to let down a crowd of her fans, too...

Going into the match with less than the best confidence behind her, Marzia soon realized she had to get her head back in the game as the bell chimed to mark the start of the match. Shaking herself, she looked back up at Gail, putting up her fists. "O-Okay, then..." she said, trying to ready herself...but that wasn't enough, as Gail was quick out of the gate to make the first move. Her foot plowed into Marzia's chin, and with a cough, she was thrown off her feet, landing seated on the ground behind her as she clutched at her throat. "G-GAAAHH..!"

[SubtleRoar]

*With her remarkably swift leg connecting against the base of Mariza's mandible, Gail tentatively dropped it back against the canvas, nonchalantly shrugging as the crowd began to engulf her in a flurry of powerful jeers.* "What? Did you honestly expect this scrawny nobody to take down the likes of me?!" *Starting to get rather irritated at the possibility of this embarrassment of a fight lasting any longer than it needed to be, Gail promptly cracked her knuckles and began approaching her prey, deciding that it would be prudent to toss her jacket outside of the ring. With a condescending expression that seemed permanently plastered to her face, she knelt down and raised one, solitary boot high into the air, allowing it to deliberately loom over her target.* "Hey, look on the bright side." *Gail began, rolling her leg in a clockwise fashion just as a means to delay the inevitable.* "You lasted longer than a single kick to your face, and given how woefully underprepared you were for me, that has to count for something, right?" *She asked in a derisive tone, before finally lurching forward to send the business end of her knee directly into Mariza's jaw!*

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"Well, at least you can take comfort in the fact that you're getting me warmed up for my next fight. I'll be sure to credit you as the best doormat I ever went up against~" *Gail whispered in a deceptively sweet fashion, continuing to verbally berate her already downtrodden opponent in an excessive manner. Torturing people she deemed inferior to her was the emerald cyclone's forte, and tonight was going to be one that Mariza wasn't likely to forget anytime soon!*

[CaptainL]

From where she had landed on the canvas, Marzia took a few short, shallow breaths, rubbing her head to try and get herself back in the game. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she gazed up at the looming form of Gail above her; even if Gail wasn't the tallest, from the position Marzia was in now, Gail certainly had the vantage point. It seemed as though Marzia had only been saved by further punishment by the crowd expressing their displeasure, with Gail being forced to address their heckling.

Seeing this as an opportunity to regain her bearings, Marzia began to push herself back up, bent at the knees as she got off the ground. "Nngh..." she groaned, focusing back at Gail. If she could just close the distance in time, she might have a chance - even if Gail was certainly an intimidating enough presence as she tossed off her jacket. Just as Marzia was about to make her move, though, she shot out again, catching the Italian in the jaw. Letting out a pained groan, Marzia fell back again, her back landing against the ropes as she clutched at her mandible.

[SubtleRoar]

*As her unprecedented blow ricocheted off of Mariza's noggin, Gail retracted her lone foot and let out a forlorn sigh. Sure, this fight would boost her winning ways, and she would follow this fight up with a night of drunken debauchery with whatever boy toy crossed her path, but even if her adversary was someone as infinitesimal as the nobody clasping her jaw in front of her, The Emerald Typhoon expected more from her squash match.* "You know, as far as prey goes, you're not too entertaining." *She stated, raising her leg towards the sky once again, this time intending to finish the match with a solitary blow!*

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"But, since I'm such a generous person, I'll allow you to gaze upon your superior one, final time before putting you out of your misery." *The miniature whirlwind stated, staring at the dejected girl with a balefully haughty gaze. The dynamic between them was far from having been previously established, but just for kicks, Gail continued to put Mariza in her place any chance she got. The crowd hadn't fully abandoned the prospect of Mariza recuperating from her dire situation, and before long, the vast majority of them began chanting* "Ma-ri-za! Ma-ri-za!" *To try and encourage her to do something!*

[CaptainL]

As she lay against the ropes, still panting for breath, it was a fight in Marzia's mind to try and recenter herself enough to act. She had been dizzied by the second blow to the head, and she was trying to make the wavering images in front of her line up - but she could hear the crowd chanting, chanting her name. Even through all of this, even despite all odds...they still cared. Marzia sucked in a breath, feeling emboldened. If so many of those people were counting on her...then she was going to have to live up to their expectations. She couldn't let anything keep her down, not even being as weary as she was. She was going to have to show Gail what she could really do!

And, in coming back to her better senses, Marzia saw that the aforementioned Gail was indeed just before her, raising her leg with intent to bring it down in another blow. But this time, there was an important difference - this time, Marzia would be ready. Sucking in a breath, she shoved herself off the ropes, using the momentum of the push to slip behind Gail. There, she hoped, the Tornado would be stunned by her foot impacting the ropes, giving her time to counter - which Marzia aimed to do by throwing her arms around Gail's waist and arms, locking in a bear hug!

[SubtleRoar]

*With a nefarious glint in her eye, Gail was on the cusp of permanently ruining any chance Mariza possibly had to try and redeem herself in the eyes of anyone who had invested even a modicum of hope in her. While she towered over the cowering girl, the swiftness of her boot being dropped against her would almost certainly leave a lasting impression for years to come...that is, if she hadn't smacked the base of her heel against the reinforced canvas.* "Aaaaaaah!" *She hissed, feeling her foot throb in pain from the whiffed attack. Before she could take a moment to recuperate, it seemed as though Mariza was keen on attacking her with redoubled vigor, sneaking behind her and securing a surprisingly tight hug!*

"GGARRRH! GET OFF OF ME YOU RUNT!" *Gail snapped, unable to free herself as easily as she would have liked to. As svelte as Mariza may have appeared to be, it appeared as though there was a tincture of muscle buried deep within her feeble size. Gail gnashed against her teeth in an effort to mitigate the anguish crackling up her body, all the while hearing the crowd erupt in approval upon witnessing the tides turn in the underdog's favor!*

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[CaptainL]

As she heard the cry of pain coming from Gail, a grin crossed Marzia's face; suddenly, this match didn't seem quite so insurmountable for her after all. If she could keep on making such moves against Gail, maybe she really would stand a chance. She let out a huff, feeling the confidence build up in her. She could do this, after all!

So too was she emboldened to have her arms wrapped tightly around Gail's body in a bear hug, holding the girl firmly in place. She grit her teeth, digging her heels into the ground to brace herself on the mat as she tried to lift Gail up higher off her feet. "Runt? You're...one to talk..." she said, the confidence growing inside her inspiring her to get a taunt in. But this bear hug was only part of Marzia's plan - and she would next try to hurl her opponent behind her as she dropped down, intent on sending her head into the mat with a German suplex!