Spectre vs Miranda Tomi

[Fairy Dragon]

Her foot smashed into something and she got a loud smack from the impact. She watched Spectre's face change from the kick. Spectre stepped back looking stunned, almost like she'd been shot, Mira watched her struggle to stand before she fell over to her knees, and finally dropping down to her knees to lay there and gasp for air. Struggling to handle the after effects of one well placed kick to the stomach. Mira looked at the crowbar and smiled, reaching over to grab and toss it away, making sure Spectre wouldn't use it again.

"Looks to me like someone's a little sensitive. With a weak spot like that no wonder you need weapons." Mira said mocking her struggling for. But as she offered her fake condolences she was also lining up her shot prepared to knock Spectre senseless while she was down by running to the ropes and coming right back at her to go for a big kick to the evil woman's head!

[Monsy]

Holding herself, she for a moment, expected to just smack her face right into the canvas. Regardless of upright, whether she sat back on her knees or stood on them, gravity pulled as if forward was down. Her attention flicked to the crowbar that went outside the ring. There she put a pledge of one hand towards it, feeling her midsection clench when she put the weight down.

The next second, a foot came under her masks' chin and shot her eyes STRAIGHT UP and gaping. A spray of sweat of loud CLACK of bone crushing material and the egg-shell that was underneath. She wiggled while standing on her knees like a bobblehead, arms limp and knuckles combing the floor. Then she folded backwards altogether with her head dipping. Smacking the canvas, her eyes pointed underneath the rope, tilted far back almost into her sockets.

She stared aimlessly and continuous, stun-locked with vestiges of conscious pumping in her flinching index and a long autotuned groan.