Debut from Destiny; Vorona (D) Vs. Gil "Arma-Gil-O"

[Arista]

Voro was giving no room to breathe and no mercy! The match may have called for it, but there were many lines Gil wouldn't cross, and many would take plenty of push and shove to make her even begin to think it would be alright, quite the contrast to Voro who had little to no qualms about doing whatever it took to win this...!

Her back quickly become bent and contorted into a nasty looking position, even for someone as flexible as Gil was, she could only withstand so much...! She winced. cried, and crawled for the ropes, any relief, anything, anyone to help her, something had to give, this was off to a horrible start...!

She reached closer to the edge of the ring, a face was there... "AH, AH!" Gil screamed, tears formed in the corners of her eyes as a question was asked. "...N-no! It feels horrible, I think I'm going to break my back..." She whimpered! "...Please help me..."

[Monsy]

Songbird showing up wasn’t part of Vorona’s plan. But her presence was always welcomed, even through the lens of a disappointed scowl. She knew her role of staying in the back. And with that gone, Vorona decided to use her instead of scolding her like she wanted to.

Vorona whistled. Winter opened an eye, understanding her assignment from the moment Vorona cued. “That would be unfair of me…” Winter replied sombrely as if saddened about their plead for help.. “Oh, I know! Use this!”

Winter slid from view down onto her knees and lifted the ring apron, searching underneath until she pulled a steel chair. She slid it into the ring, and Vorona immediately used her boot to slide it underneath Gil’s leg. One hand was placed on Gil's ankle, and the other adjusted to Gil’s sole, then she hurled the leg straight down so the knee would spike the chair!

[Arista]

What was she on about being fair? This whole thing very quickly became unfair...! She was at the hands of an awfully sadistic someone who seemed to only be getting started, and upon being gifted a steel chair, Gil feared just how badly things would go for her...

"...No, that's totally unfair, you can't- AHHH!" Gil screamed, her shrill voice echoed throughout the arena, she held her knee up close to her body, cradling in place while laying on her side.

Her teeth grit, she could hardly hold back tears, and she was confident that any attempt to stand up would result in her leg buckling out underneath her... "...Y-you just wait, I'll kick your butt..." Gil freed one of her hands to grab at the ankle of her tormenter!

[Monsy]

The crowd cringed at the sound that made them think of tearing a tendon. Kneecap explosion. ACL or MCL. No one truly believed it after a second, but for a moment, it was real. It left Vorona standing tall over them, looking down, watching them grab her ankle. There was a sense of dopamine with it. A puny little soldier, climbing at the curtain wall of a tall stone castle. There were still grips along the way. Her boot laces, the hem, her fishnets, hips and waist.

“Then get up.” Vorona replied to them, tying her hands behind her back, and leaning over slightly to watch them. There was nothing holding Gil back here. She had every opportunity to stand and strike how she liked. With how Vorona saw it: Nothing would ever come of it.

And the crowd would understand that too, just as Winter had already, watching them with great glee and wishing the goat a mighty downfall.

[Arista]

Gil had already been done over in a rather dirty way, it was going to be difficult to get around now, but she was anything if not persistent, she would e so easily convinced to quit, despite her appearance, Gil was willing to push herself to her breaking point...!

Gil desperately grabbed outward, wrapping her fingers onto Vorona's ankle, then her other hand, a bit higher this time as she used her foe to stand herself up, using her for support.

"...That's dirty, and you know it...! But if you want to play a game with hard hits and knock-out blows, then lets do it...!" Gil climbed her way up to eye-level with the woman, rearing her head back before slamming it forward looking to crack their skulls together...!

[Monsy]

Gil paid Vorona's patience back wonderfully with their crawl and claw to a stance. Vorona had a cold glance for it, with relaxed shoulders and a head leaning slightly to one side, glancing and waiting for them to take a proper wrestling posture. What she didn't permit was chastising. Criticisms on her own style and execution. The flawless means of which Winter played her part.

Disrespectful.

And their way of attacking was unorthodox. A straight headbutt, far different from a wrestler's usual method. She grabbed their horns with two hands to intercept a hair's away from Vorona's face, and the black crossed eyes just beyond the mask. Her expression stayed as it was. Unmoved. "Lets do what, little one? What do you think you're going to achieve?"

She shoved them back using the horns, then swiped her hand to slap them across the face.

[Arista]

Gil had already been broken down to the point of becoming desperate, she looked to land a nasty headbutt, but Vorona clapped back with incredible reflexed, almost scary how she was able to catch Gil in the act like that, holding her horns and dismissing her efforts...!

She was shoved backward and given a harsh smack to the face, she nearly whirled in a circle from it, falling down to her knees as her ears rang. She found herself knelt before Voro, who had yet to have broken a sweat.

Her head hung low, sitting for a moment, she wasn't giving in, anyone who knew Gil well enough knew she was a tough one to break, but she may be there mentally, but physically, she couldn't seem to get going...!

[Monsy]

Looking at them made her eyes dull. Her body language and posture dressed in a full gown of apathy.

This was far from any truth. Vorona is an artist, who needed her focused stare and lots of precious time to think of her next piece. Wrestling put a kink in that process, where the opponent doesn't act on your schedule. They headbutt, for example. And while Gil may be kneeling, she knew this wouldn't be permanent. So, Vorona dipped her shoulder, as lazily as she could, then grabbed them by the armpit. The hand tugged to raise their arm up, so Vorona's grip could slide towards their wrist and clutch it. The slack was exactly what she needed.

Because now, Vorona would raise her boot and smack her sole across Gil's face. Then, she'd continue to hold their wrist and do it again. And again. And again. And again.

[Arista]

Gil tried to stand up to her bully, which is she could think right now, this was hardly a match, it was just Gil being tortured by her foe, as she so desperately tried to resist and fight back, but seemed to keep coming short in her efforts...!

"...S-Agh!" Gil groaned, over and over, spitting out with every single connection Vorona's boot made with Gil's face, punishing her harshly, Gil grew weaker, tears nearly spilled from the corners of her eyes, eventually she grew weak enough to give no help in Voro's effort to hold her up, becoming dead-weight...!

"...P-please stop, stop it, just stop it..." Gil whined, her head hanging low...

[Monsy]

Their energy already seemed sapped. Enduring all this. Poor little one. Little did they know, or accept, that they deserved each and every kick. It was a worthy sacrifice to torture this goat for aesthetic. Vorona quite smiled at it, until the begging started. It became abundantly clear watching them.

However long she could kick them like this…
Vorona stopped, bent over, placed their hand on the ground then stomped on it. Her heel ground into it like trying to squash all the juice from a grape. She kneeled, boot still on Gil’s lovely hand. Arms folded over her knee, she dipped her head closer to their level.

“And what exactly am I stopping?” Vorona grabbed one of Gil’s horns. “Can you explain it to me? In long, painful details.”