When Sparks Fly - Audrey Trovita Vs Spectre

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The only thing keeping Audrey on her feet right now was a toxic concoction of determination and frustration. She was dead tired, but her opponent was practically asleep! She couldn't lose to a sleeping opponent! So she charged, her legs trembling in protest with every impact on the mat. This would do it. This had to do it!

She leapt. Like springs, her legs kicked out.

She missed.

Her eyes went wide as her outstretched legs whooshed through the air where Spectre had been standing a split second prior, and she yelped out in pain as she landed back-first on the mat like a box of bricks with a heavy thud. Her body arched, and she flopped over onto her side, and then her stomach while she attempted and failed to reach that one spot on her back. Frankly, she was lucky she hadn't launched herself through the ropes on that attempt.

Unable to reach the spot of impact, the injured redhead rolled again, returning face-up to stare into the lights. She arched herself again, hoping that might tend to some of the ache she couldn't reach.

And then she gasped, but all the air was forced out of her and she choked, and her body was slammed back down hard. Spectre's landing sent her arms and legs into the air as she took the full brunt of the ninja's impact to her raised stomach.

Then her limbs gracelessly dropped back down, and Audrey stilled. She could be heard taking desperate, gasping breaths, difficult due to pain, exhaustion, and the robot ninja pressing down on her. But she had no energy left to attempt to even push her off...

[Monsy]

Post-crash, Spectre sucked in her gut. It was like belly-flopping still water, which didn’t sit perfect but didn’t slow her down. What slowed her down more was the fucking headache earned from Audrey knocking her out. Just how the hell did she fucking manage that?

Spectre had thought. And where was I?

She rode out Audrey’s flying limbs with her sweaty belly sinking down into Audrey. She waited until limp, then pushed up with her hands. While her body was still across, she grabbed Audrey’s wrist, tugged it along, stood on her knees and picked up the other wrist. She stood up, like wielding two separate ripcords.

Then tugging both at the same time.

She attempted to yank Audrey up-right into sitting. Her knee thrust forward in tandem and hoped to make a crater on Audrey’s messed-up mug! Keeping the wrists held of course.

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For a moment, bright lights, flailing limbs, and air rushing from her lungs as they compressed were all Audrey knew. But after the impact, she hadn't the will to try and move. Her brain moved faster than she even could comprehend, prioritizing a list of responses. Replenishing that oxygen needed to come first. Easier said than done; the ninja may not have been a muscleheaded mountain, but Audrey was no giant either, and even Spectre's smaller frame made inhaling difficult in this position.

The weight lifted, mercifully, but that was only half the problem. Exhaustion slowed both her thinking and her reaction time. While her brain was occupied re-learning how to process air, Audrey didn't even realize she'd been pulled up into a sitting position until she'd been knocked out of it!

Already battered and bruised, it was a wonder Audrey even felt the knee crushing her face, jerking her head backwards harshly! The squeal she released in protest was more an involuntary reaction than anything else. Accompanying that was an ache in her arms and shoulders, and her legs and feet kicking and scrambling for balance as her body failed to crash back down to the mat. Further aches were not surprising considering she'd been battered all night, but still terribly uncomfortable, and Audrey was too dazed by the face blow and blood trickling down her lip to consider why or how she was being restrained...

[Monsy]

The feeling of Audrey’s skull numbed into her knee like a slow-acting poison. It hurt so wonderfully, she’d do it again. Harder. See what breaks first -- her knee or her fucking head. When Spectre watched Audrey’s face change and bleed, she stared deeply at the eyes, then the rest of it, head-tilting and finding a pleasant pitter-patter developing in her chest.

She targeted one arm. Then turned it over, worked her way behind Audrey with two swift steps, then folded Audrey’s arm against her back. Afterwards, she grabbed the hair. A full claw-formed fist full of hair, grabbing and scraping against the scalp. She squeezed it tight, then lifted her knee higher to place the boot against their skull.

On three…
One… Two… Three…
WHAM!

Spectre curbstomped Audrey face-first into the canvas, having her foot step on the back of their head to cement everything. Once the crowd starting to jeer in response, she kicked on their shoulder until they were on their back, then stepped on their cheek, pushing it down with a twisting grind.

The referee swooped in…

“ONE!”
…
“TWO!”

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The lights above had been difficult to see in-focus for most of the night for the bleeding redhead. Audrey stared up at them, trying to use them to re-focus her head, willing them to look fucking normal already!

They never got the opportunity to comply before the freckled redhead found herself flopped over onto her stomach, arm wrenched against her back. She cried out on instinct more than pain, but the discomfort did more to slow the spinning earth than looking at the lights had. Or perhaps that was the hair pulling. Either way, it had her crying out in frustration and pain. Her free arm, naturally, reached back to pry the offending hand out of her hair.

Still a step behind. The lights went out above with another solid battering ram of pain to the face, and Audrey lost all sense of direction and time. Her vision was blurred, not just by sweat and blood and tears, but by darkness.

Further impacts elsewhere on her body, far more numb, and she felt a dizzying sensation of being moved. The darkness faded somewhat, but the bright formless shapes that instead appeared in what could loosely be called her vision were no more identifiable. Her neck cricked and something ground into her face, but Audrey couldn't remember how to move her limbs by this point. Anyone watching might have wondered if she even remembered she had limbs to move.

The roars and jeers and cheers of the crowd were no more recognizable to her either, no different than static. She never heard the referee's "THREE!".

It was some time before Audrey had feeling in her body again. She wasn't sure how long, exactly, but as her vision finally came into focus, she was sitting up, referee at her side, and Spectre wasn't far away, so it couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most...

Audrey waved away a medical staffer pressing a towel to her face, claiming the towel as her own in the process. There was less blood than she expected, all things considered, given how her face felt like she'd stood in front of a freight train.

She rolled slowly, cautiously, under the ropes and hobbled on her weakened, shaky legs up the ramp back to the locker rooms, barely conscious of the crowd around her. Not that Audrey could really pay much attention to Spectre's victory show even if she'd wanted to... but she really didn't want to.

All the redhead could think as she obliviously limped away was that even though she'd need another ice bath tonight, that somehow was not the worst loss she'd ever suffered...

[Malkavia]

How can you describe Audrey but—wounded? The kitten wondered if those wounds followed Audrey Trovita. Did LAW's most frequently humiliated loser feel her wounds like ulcers in her spirit? Did she have to throw off the weight of her failures every morning, facing down her breakfast like a matador? Or was she a harder girl to chain?

As Audrey climbed the ramp, Spectre's face filled the Titantron. Terrible! Scowling! The MALIIIIIGNANT VIRUS. All while her electro-razor cocktail of a musical theme hammered through the speakers to emphasize THAT BOOT. PLANTED ON THAT FACE. And as Spectre glared down at everything and everyone, static rippled through the screen. The lights guttered. The kitten lay in her nest, rocking her head in time with the music as she twisted her knobs and pressed her buttons.

Until it was time.

Until Audrey was right down there, below the gigantic glowing L in the somehow even grander LAW logo overhanging the ramp, inside of which the spider had ensconced herself.

Then the spider dropped from her perch, almost on top of Audrey but for a few inches in front of the loser's nose. Plop! Dooooown she touched, sleek in her polished, skintight black suit. Her bare legs caught her weight easily as if she were made of paper, and when she stood, pink LED letters decorated her sleek black mask with three messages in quick succession:

Hey there!
Hi there!
Ho there!
And up she popped! Arms up, crooked at the shoulder, fingers splayed. Ta-daaaa, said her body, wiggling her five free fingers aaaaand the suspiciously taser-shaped box in her left hand.

The Cat Drops from the Canopy

Dot swung forward with her taser—and all the lights cut.

There was a scuffle, a thrashing—short-lived.

Then those pink LEDs shone through the black with two more messages, slower this time, before they too snuffed into the black:

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