Luchadora Meets Punk: Nattie Emberly Vs. Leona Chase-Arawn

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Nattie raked the luchadora's eyes, with an evil looking grin on her face, and with the referee just giving her a warning, this maneuver was completely legal. "CRY MORE, GOODY TWO SHOES!" Nattie yelled as she finished raking Leona's eyes.

But wait a minute, that referee needs to shut their mouth as well. So when Leona was recovering, Nattie attempted to grab her from behind by the shoulders and throw her towards the referee, attempting to knock the referee down.

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Leona was on the ropes.

"Blink, blink to get your sight back" she kept repeating to herself mentally; of all the things Nattie could have done, this crosses the line!

In her bewilderment, she broke away from the ropes to take good care of her eyesight, (she had distinguished a few drops of blood on her glove, but they were from her right eyelid only) and something took advantage of this moment to grab her by the shoulders and throw her, she had no head for anything but her contact lenses, only blindly put her elbow in front to protect herself and that improved the blow she gave to someone.

"... No... No, no, no!", stammered. Leona was flabbergasted; only had one eye open and her vision was blurred and uneven, but she distinguish it very well; it had to be a mistake, what kind of idiot throws the other against the referee? . . . There was only one idiot capable.

At this point the rules can go down the toilet, she's had enough of that attitude. Slowly looked back and for this blue masked bull there is only one pink silhouette in this ring, one that Leona was going to take out next to her with a tackling to solve this outside.

She's had enough, she may be respectful, orderly and even bossy at times, but at this point the rules can go down the toilet. She tackle at the only pink silhouette in the ring to get her out of the ring and settle this outside the ropes.

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Nattie was not above doing whatever it takes to win a match, even if it meant bending the rules and using the referee as a weapon. No one cares about the referee, they only get in the way of her wanting to destroy this dumb luchadora. And seeing the blood from Leona from Nattie scratching her eye made the punk ever so satisfied. The tactics she was using payed dividends, and for as long as this dumb Luchadora wants to keep being a goody two shoes, Nattie was going to be even more brutal to her.

Nattie just sat back and wait, ready for Leona to hit the referee, and just about to go to town, maybe she should rip her mask off, that would really mess with Leona's confidence. Either way, she was gonna make a good album cover for the punk girl.

But then Nattie's face became a look of surprise, as she saw Leona come right back at her, charging straight at her. How did she manage to reorient herself that way. The referee did noit even feel a thing. And Leona was mad too. Nattie had no time to react, she could only prepare for the impact that was coming to her.

"GAH!" The punk yelped as she crashed backwards into the mat, Leona bringing her down hard. Nattie could feel her body visibly shaking, as she had not expected the tables to turn that way. And her body refused to move, she cannot perform any sort of retaliation towards the Luchadora.

For the moment, Leona had the upper hand on Nattie, and Nattie was internally panicking about what an angry Leona might do to her.

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Leona, behind the mask, is considered a person with a short fuse. Anything you say to them will go in one ear and out the other. But when they use it to harm others, and only on a whim, ... well, her opponent could see first-hand the disappointment and anger etched in her eyes. "I'm not going to let you... do that to someone again!" she mumbled only to Nattie.

She would have tolerated anything, she would have even let that bloody scratch over her right eye and gone on with her night, but what they made her do to the referee did not. Having taken her down with a rather rude spear and had her underneath herself, Leona grabbed hers arm to lift her off the mat a little and land three hard elbows to the chest to wobble Nattie's back against the canvas and keep her out a little longer. "Do you- like- being the bad girl?!"

She had definitely lost the contact lens in her right eye. But at this close range, there was no way to mistake Nattie for a pink punching bag, at least not objectively, but the dizziness caused by the blur makes her keep that eye closed while waiting for it to pass. Time that Nattie could take advantage of.

It was only a matter of time before Leona regained her composure and regretted showing this side of herself in her debut. But in the frenzy, if Nattie was still underneath hers, Leona would slide down and, if the elbow attacks had been too nefarious to allow it, she would mount Nattie's legs on her shoulders and grab hers hands and try to lift and rumble the canvas with a series of front powerbombs to leave her even more vulnerable if all goes well.

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Nattie felt helpless at the moment, being brought down and completely overpowered by Leona. The only thing she could make out in response to Leona's threats was coughing noises s Leona beat her elbows into Nattie's chest. Her chest started to turn red looking almost like raw meat. And saliva left Nattie's mouth, any sort of rude reply was never gonna come out.

Nattie was only able to regain her normal self once Leona stopped with her assault for a few seconds. Then suddenly, Nattie's eyes turned from half open to wide open as she was lifted into the air on Leona's shoulders.

"OH SHIT!" was all Nattie could yell in response to Leona's assault of powerbombs as her upper back crashed into the canvas as many times as Leona wanted with no resistance.

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Leona had held Nattie on her shoulders like the head of a great hammer and ready to end her tantrum. But not without before hearing the last thing that came out of hers lips as she realised how high up she was.

"Let's see if this will stop you swearing!" Leona said before she began to whip the canvas with the punk's back twice in a row.

The dull sound of the clash between the punk's back and the canvas was so thunderous... that the audience could feel the exacerbated high of Leona in these two throws. Some whispering in sympathy with the punk, now they didn't find it so "despicable" and more worthy of pity; although there was another percentage who cheered for more of that treatment.

Was it exaggerated? Was it necessary to punish Nattie so severely? Maybe Leona will ask herself the same question when the match is over and dig into it, but for now... Nattie was still on the Face's shoulders, and the luchadora was showing signs of channelling all that rage to expel her in one more, the last one!

She grabbed the hems of her foe's leotard and used them to lift her even higher in a wedgie before unleashing a final Sitout Powebomb. If the move was completed, Leona would stay in position to Roll-up pin and go for a the count, without taking into account that the referee might still be indisposed...

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Nattie's head felt like it was being rung every time it crashed into the mat of the ring, and there was nothing she could do about that. Leona wav very clearly both stronger and extremely mad at her that putting up any resistance at the moment would have been meaningless at the moment.

Nattie was just barely kept conscious when she was slammed down with a Sit Out Powerbomb, knocking her out. Her eyes were closed, and the other thing her body was doing was breathing as it went limp.

If the referee was up, it would be an easy three count, but to Nattie's luck, the referee was still down, meaning that Leona had held her down for nothing.

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The overflowing anger flashed one last time, fizzling out on the canvas as Nattie's spine, along with her nape, hit the canvas with that throw. The luchadora held Nattie down on her back, with her harness behind her backside and hers legs held high, waiting... until she covered her face in grief.

Any hint of that angry blue flame that the hooligan had fanned was gone; only the embers remained in the form of a novice embarrassed at having overlooked the state of the poor referee who was only doing his job, by dishing out senseless pain.

She jerked Nattie's legs out from in front of her and crawled over to the striped man to pat him on the face and would neglect her rearguard, but how could she be judged for that? Nattie had just suffered a powerbomb that would surely haunt her nightmares or give her PTSD every time she was put in the position of one. The masked rookie took her hands gently to the collar of his shirt and began to shake him to see if she could bring him out of his lethargy.

"Wake up, please; hey. It wasn't that bad, please, wake up. Hey..., hey...?" She would exclaim rather worried, but keeping her composure and her sweet tone.

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If the referee was awake, Nattie would have surely been the recipient of a pinfall attempt and would have surely taken the loss and have the reputation of her band having a jobber singer, and she would rather not give her band that reputation, who would want to go see some band led by a jobber wrestler. Luckily for Nattie, she had made sure the referee was knocked out before all of this powerbomb bullshit.

While the referee was asleep and Leona was clearly paying more attention to him then Nattie, the punk rock singer was regaining her consciousness, having to slowly pull her head and upper body up to a seated position or else she would probably puke int the ring due to her dizziness. She held her head in her daze, but then she noticed that Leona was not paying any attention to her in any way.

Which means she was easy bait for a sneak attack.

"EAT THIS, BITCH!" Nattie yelled before quickly dashing over towards where Leona was, and attempting to give her a back elbow to the back of her head and hoping to knock Leona for a loop.

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When the gentleman responded to the pats, furrowing his brow and mumbling sleepily; Leona exhaled in relief. She had feared that her weight, pushed by her opponent's trickery, would have decomposed the referee - and it would have been the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Are you feeling better, can you hear m-?" But before she could finish, Nattie's war cry abruptly interrupted her, along with a loud, obnoxious ellbow! The crowd hissed in disgust. Was a hard blow that left her besotted and Nattie may be heartless, but Leona wasn't doing a very good job of being knocked down like that either. "Gah..." And the effort to get up faltered a litle. Her face was shaken by that hit instead of the back of her head because turned at the last moment, although that wasn't great either.

First the contact lenses and drops of blood, then a Ref Bumb and and now the creaking of her mask, along with the splinters plummeting to the canvas. "... What?!" She would never have thought that little girl could hit so hard. Moreover, another elbow placed on the nape sent her face to the canvas again; followed by another, and then a barrage! "Gak!!! stop it!" Nattie's cruelty was ensuring a grim return in as far as Leona is concerned amid the general booing.