Thea Paradise Vs. Skylar Jones: It's Okay if They Deserve it

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"Back for more, huh?" Skylar chuckled, watching Thea climb back into the ring. "I mean, would'a just dragged you back in here if you made a run for it, but kudos to you for being brave!" As her prey rose back to her feet, Sky grinned, ready to hurt her some more!

The brunette brawler stepped forward, and threw a haymaker at the idol's head with enough force to knock someone the fuck out!

[Monsy]

That voice rang in her head like the clash of a gong, white-noise that poisoned her brain like alcohol. It was painful to hear, more so to listen. Not-so-much a remedy for her pain, the chipped and re-alignment from her spine, but a fuel to take her knee and look down, lips tight, hair just low enough to hide any demeanour change. That smile reflourished when she looked up and popped a finger gun with a complimentary wink.

“D'aaw, have some faith in me! What role model would I be if I just ran away?! I'll see this to the end, don't you worry!”

She took her second foot, straightened her back, clenched a fist, slid a foot back and bent her knees. Skylar’s assault was rather forward, easy enough for her to duct, side-step so the whisp of wind could still pinch her temple, and the walls of her brain cringed. A step to the outside, then one open-palmed hand swung at their face for one basic slap. Her expression all but dulled, eyebrows furrow as she bore her first frown.

“Especially against an annoying bitch...”

[Deskfan45]

The bitch really wanted more! Skylar snickered. She'd only given Thea a taste of what she was gonna do to her tonight. Stepping forward, she swung a hard haymaker at her opponent... Only for Thea to suddenly dodge, and counter with a slap across the face! "Gh-!" She grunted, a stinging pain lingering on her face. She'd be lying to say she wasn't caught off guard by Thea's glare. The girl had kept up a convincing facade of cheerfulness for just about every public appearance Sky could find. A slight smirk came to the brunette's face. How far could she make Miss Paradise fall from grace, she wondered.

She shot a kick towards Thea's stomach, and attempted to shove her away, spitting at her. "I'm annoying? You're one to fuckin' talk!" She taunted, closing the distance. Once she's close, she'll try to do a double underhook DDT!

[Monsy]

It was about time someone dished them a deserved slap. All that jabber was like someone dipped salt into her eyes, rubbed it in, then made her stare without a blink. Perhaps it was therapeutic. Therapists always recommended deep breaths, so she took one and smiled again.

“Yep! You’re the most annoying bitch-face around. But that’s ok, because this is just good sport, right?!”

That cheery high-pitched voice rekindled from its ashes. A middle and index finger rose for a peace symbol, and she winked into the gesture. Sky’s response was blunt as ever. She bounced foot-to-foot, hands cocked up, fingers half-curled to meet Sky head-on! Well… More like dash to one side by the push of one foot, where she tried to counter by laying claim to one of Skylar’s wrists with two, duck underneath and twist for an arm-wringer! If she could, then, a leg would swing, where her shin can sign its autograph right into Skylar’s belly!

[Deskfan45]

Skylar grunted in frustration as Thea dodged her kick, before gasping as she grabbed and twister her arm behind her. The brawler squirmed, trying to escape from Thea's grasp, but proved futile, as before she could get loose, she felt a hard kick to the side of her stomach! "GRAGGGH-!" She hissed in pain, dropping on one knee and holding her side, leaving herself open.

[Monsy]

Thea looked over-shoulder and traced back her steps until her back bounced off the ropes, and she exploded into a sprint. There she took off, ran past Skylar, and rammed her back into the opposite ropes, doubling her momentum as she sprang off. Her arm stuck out and she closed distance, then leaped and tried to swipe her limb across their collar for a full-speed lariat!

[Deskfan45]

"Uggghhhhh..." Skylar groaned, the pain in her stomach slowly fading, the kick having left a red blemish on her toned belly. As she rose back to her feet, she saw Thea charging right towards her, and was soon knocked right on her back by an explosive running lariat! "GRAHH MOTHERFUCKER-!" She hissed, her hand on her collarbone as she writhed on the ground.

She wasn't beaten though. Not by a fucking longshot. She spun back to her feet, and tried to slam her shoulder straight into Thea's exposed stomach! Should the impact knock Thea off her feet, Sky is quick to capitalize, lifting Thea's legs into a V shape, and sticking her own right leg through, before bending one of Thea's legs over it, and bending the other over Thea's own, turning her over and taking a seat on her back, applying a brutal Sharpshooter!

[Monsy]

Thea threw herself and landed knees-first on the canvas. It took no time to mount again, turn around, and her eyes gaped for the second she saw a freight train barrel into her stomach. How her intestines could swell, her stomach implodes and her lungs pop with how hard her breath snapped from her mouth. She splayed on the canvas, with her lower-spine splatting first, then her head whiplashed to put her into a stupor. Weak groans ushered like a chimney as her feelingless legs are coralled, knotted and then used to turn her over. And she screamed. Hands piled into her hair, carving her own skull to bear it. She’d shut her eyes as they begin to wet. Nukes set off in her back, stomach and hamstrings. And she reached out, grabbing the no-grip canvas and sliding the hand back towards herself, only to continue to throw itself out like a persistent fisherman.