A Dose of Double Couple Trouble (Celestial Bodies vs PATRIOT)

[BlackAkuma]

Right. On. Target.

Betsy had landed this punch on dozens of people from other women her size to men who dwarfed Troy. She knew full well what it could do when you properly executed it, and spoiler alert - she knew damn well how to properly execute it. All her body weight, all the power from her legs, all her arm’s strength transferred to a single point, exploding on the face like a little nuke. You couldn't fail with a hit like that, and Zira had just found out. Now, she’d go down, Betsy would get the fastest win in LAW history, and then go home to fuck the daylights out of her husband. Game. Set. Match.

And…and…and she wasn’t going down. At all. ”Ah, nuts.”

Betsy looked on as the buff bunny before her took the blow in stride. There was damage, sure, but it didn’t seem to faze her all that much, and it damn sure wasn’t enough to stop her from retaliating right away. The blow came from below, a vicious uppercut that went deep into the All-American Girl’s stomach, hitting with enough force to lift her off her feet. She came down on wobbling knees and might’ve fallen over if the ropes weren’t there to keep her up.

”That was-” She took in a few quick, deep breaths as she sagged. ”That was a good one, yeah.”

[Bare]

Bloody nose or not Zira was smiling like the battle maniac she was, enjoying the rush she was getting, even if she physically was greatly superior compared to her foe. If nothing else she at least had moxie however, and Zira could respect that. Still though after practically lifting the blonde off the mat with a uppercut Zira decided she'd need a change of pace soon. Butttt with Betsy's current position there was one pro wrestling thing she was dying to try.

Stepping closer to the smaller blonde Zira would use her fingers to tilt her head up to look her in the eye. "Yours wasn't bad either. Too bad you're just a shrimp though." Zira said teasingly before suddenly pulling her arm back and letting rip, trying to send a chop across Betsy's chest that would create a loud impact if it connected and no doubt set Betsy's chest on fire!

Regardless of how it made Betsy react though Zira wasn't intent on letting the girl alone to do so for long. Instead Zira would almost immediately move to grab onto Betsy's shoulder and arm before turning and irish whipping her into the corner! Or rather to be more specific, the corner she shared with Troy. "Hey big boy me and you!" Zira said confidently while pointing at the man, fight crazy smirk still present on her face to see if Betsy and Troy would make the tag or not and bite onto Zira's bait.

[BlackAkuma]

You’d think Troy would be used to seeing his wife getting beat on - after all, they’d been a tag team for years now, and without going into too much detail, they weren’t exactly on a winning streak. He’d seen Betsy get slammed, sat on, stretched, choked, bruised and even busted open on a few occasions, and he’d watched it all from the sidelines. It was never an easy thing, but they’d long since agreed that, in order for them to work, they had to trust in each other’s in-ring capabilities, and that meant not rushing in every single time one of them took a little damage.

That being said, he couldn't help but worry, as Betsy had this nagging little habit of biting off more than she could chew, and after watching Zira take that hellish shot and keep going, he couldn't help thinking that was the case, here.

The brawling bruiser of a woman wasted no time in pressing her advantage, grabbing and sending her off with an Irish Whip…right to their corner. Betsy hit the turnbuckle with her back and looked on, stunned, as Zira made her intentions known, and she wasn’t too happy with what she heard.

”Like I can’t handle your big ass!” Betsy spat off to the side and took a bold step forward. ”You think I can’t drop you, just wait-”

”Hold up.” Troy held his hand out, making his wife stop in her tracks with a calm stare. ”She wants me? She can have me. Let me take a crack at her.”

Betsy’s brow furrowed to its maximum height, bristling underneath the surface, but she let it go and slapped Troy’s hand. He nodded her way, then stepped the ropes and made his way to the inside while she did the opposite. With arms up and eyes forward, he moved in and started circling around the ring, keeping his distance for the moment, curious to see what Zira’s gameplan was.

[Bare]

Despite the massive advantage she had just gotten over her smaller opponent Zira had practically thrown it away, or rather quite literally. Delivering Betsy back to her corner with a Irish whip Zira was calling out the bigger male within the ring and demanding a fight against Troy.

Tactically it wasn't great at all. But challenge hungry Zira was focused entirely on pushing herself against the best, and between the two, thats what Troy looked to be. So putting her fists up as he entered Zira would smile wildly as she began to circle the blonde.

"Lets hope those muscles are for more than just for show." The white haired beauty said before darting forward, looking to try and send some experimental jabs at Troy to test his guard out. A seemingly subdued strategy for someone like her, but Zira, headstrong as she was, wasn't also a fool. No when going up against someone so much bigger she would first have to test out his guard and see exactly what he could do before doing anything more committed.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy wasn’t one to flex and show off, despite having more to work with on that front than many men. For Zira, though, he made a small exception, and gave his chest a quick pump as he moved in, just to show off. ”Trust me,” He brought his arms up as they came in range of each other. ”They are.”

If Zira was intimidated, she didn’t show it, instead coming in with jabs and daring to enter his range, lashing out with a couple of stiff strikes. The first jab hit him in the chest, a good shot, but he was able to block the second with her shoulder. One of the benefits of having a striker for a wife was being able to see stuff like that coming and adapt.

But he intended to do more than just be a punching bag - he had damage to give out, too.

Troy took a step back, looking like he might retreat for a moment. In reality, he was just making space, giving himself enough room to bring his foot up and shoot it forward, aiming a big boot right for the middle of her chest.

[Bare]

Zira was wild and uncontrollable, ready and willing for the next challenge at any given time, and against a team like the Patriots her attention was naturally going to Troy, the larger and stronger of the two she was facing so naturally she called him into the match. Starting off small with a pair of jabs Zira was glad to see the man block the second of her blows with his shoulder. 'Someone knows what he's doing at least.' The woman thought to herself before seeing him back off and instinctively followed after him.

However Zira would be met with a foot square to the chest! "Oof!" Zira grunted as some of the air got knocked out of her lungs, blown backwards by Troy and left tumbling over herself. Despite the blow however Zira would start to smile as she made sure her feet got under her from the role before pushing herself up on her hands, looking at Troy with a practically devilish look on her face.

"Now we're talking!" She cried out before taking advantage of her position to dash forward, almost like an animal as she sought to close the distance between herself and Troy, her arms reaching out to grab his legs and pull them out from under him for a double leg takedown that, if it worked, she'd look to try and change into mount on top of the blonde before swinging for a mma style ground and pound!

[BlackAkuma]

If Zira thought Troy was going to hold anything back, he was all too happy to show her how wrong she was - he put more than an ample amount of fierce force into that boot, landing with enough impact to knock just about anyone ass-over-teakettle, gender be damned. He’d come into this match knowing that the heavy lifting would fall to him - Betsy was the smallest person in this match by no small margin. Troy was ready to take the heavier hits.

What he wasn’t ready for was Zira, who came up from his big hit far faster than he’d anticipated. He was just moving in for another strike when she rose up and moved in on, coming with an aggressive rush that took him wholly off guard. The next thing he knew, she was pulling his leg, tripping him up, coming on top, and punches were flying towards his face.

The first one connected clean on his forehead, smacking his face into the canvas, with the one after that glancing his cheek. Troy brought his arms up in defense, but even with that, her blows left his forearm stinging, and she was dangerously close to slipping through.

Knowing a bad situation when he saw one, escape was the top priority. Troy planted his feet, thrust his hips upwards, and bridged hard trying to hurl Zira off and roll to safety before things got out of hand.

More out of hand.

[Bare]

Troy was the type of person that Zira both liked and underestimated at the same time. On one hand he was clearly a physical specimen, boasting some broad muscles that meant he clearly had some power and he seemed like the rather focused and protective type. Still he also seemed like the chivalrous kinda guy that may hold back which is what Zira hated.

Hence why she treated Betsy the way she did. Whether or not it was necessary to make Troy give it his all and boy was she getting it. That blow of his legit hurt and sent her ass over backwards... which is just what Zira wanted. Something she showed when she got back up and charged at Troy, taking him down and sending a barrage of blows at him.

Said barrage was short lived however when suddenly Zira felt herself pushed up and back by the force of the large man's legs. "Guh!" She'd groan out as she fell back and tumbled away, almost to right in front of her corner with Matteo. "Why you.." She hissed out as she got up, only to pause suddenly when she felt something on her shoulder...

[Aeri]

“Zee, let me take over for a little..”

Mateo said, gently patting his wifes shoulder to tag himself in. Zira may not have liked it, but he hadn’t gotten any actions and he really didn’t want to spend his first match in LAW just.. on the sidelines.

All three of the other contestants were fiery competitors, clearly used to combat situations. Mateo, while aptly trained.. simply wasn’t as quick to react as they were. He did however keep a keen eye on both Betsy and Troy, making notes of how they fought solo. He’d simply step into the ring, giving Troy a calm and yet, oddly confident look.

“Alright, let’s see what both of you’re packing for me.”

[Bare]

Feeling a sudden tap on her shoulder Zira's combat instincts would kick in and she'd turn, arm up and ready to deck whoever had touched her only to find Matteo stepping into the ring having tagged out.

Blinking to understand the situation Zira's eyes quickly turned into a glare. "But I had this!" She hissed out, annoyed that Matteo butted in the way he did but out of the corner of her eyes she already saw the ref looking like they were about to step in.

"God damn it." She muttered knowing that for know it would be best to play along as she stepped out of the ropes and back onto the apron. "You better tag out if he proves too much for you." She said dismissively while leaning against the corner, waiting for her opportunity to fight again.