Mic Chick vs. Renatta "Rumble" Tyndale

[Dubski]

The Ring Rocker panted loudly as she gripped the top rope, her whole body trembling as she fought through the pain and her adrenaline pumped through her. She still had enough in her reserves to keep going on, and she wiped a hand over her face to rid herself of the sweat pouring out of her. Mic Chick took a few more moments to get ready to go back after Renatta Rumble, only for her to see that the bigger girl was already charging back at her!

Mic would roll her head, looking exasperated before dropping down and tugging the top rope with both hands with her, allowing Rumble to fly up and over the top rope, the momentum carrying her the whole way. Looking relieved to have escaped another big blow, Chick held onto the rope with one hand still, a small grin on her face as she bobbed her head a few times, willing herself onward. She couldn't let it end right there. She needed to come right back at Rumble again. And she was going to do it in the only way she knew how: speed and flash.

Stomping her boot down twice, Mic Chick sucked in a deep breath before making a mad sprint towards the opposite side of the ring. She rebounded off the ropes, picking up even more speed. She kept her eyes on Renatta, lining herself up perfectly with her as she got ready for a high flying maneuver. As she got close to the ropes, Mic leaped high into the air, clearing them entirely as her body hurled right towards Rumble with a Senton Dive to the outside, aptly called the Stage Dive! She was certain it would be able to take Renatta Rumble down again, and do quite a bit of damage. Having a whole ass body thrown at you would do that. More importantly, it would look cool as hell.

[PuroQueen]

The arena was a sea of cheers and excitement, almost loud enough to drown out Renatta's loud battle cry as she charged forward, arm extended, hurdling towards her opponent with the speed and heat of a fiery comet . Her footsteps pounded into the canvas, the loud thuds echoing in the arena in a symphony of power and precision. She was going to make an impact, a statement, a masterpiece.

The moment of truth was upon her, but she felt her arm swipe forward into thin air, her body lunge forward, and her heart skip a beat. Mic Chick was ready, she had dipped down the ropes just in time for Renatta to miss and go tumbling over before spilling out onto the ringside.

As Renatta's body hit the unforgiving concrete floor outside the ring, a searing pain jolted through her like a lightning bolt. Her eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. What could have been an awesome comeback had been thwarted in a matter of seconds, the once proud and resilient fighter now a gasping mess on the cold, ringside floor, her skin scraped raw from the rough surface. The sound of the impact echoed through the arena, causing new fans to gasp in horror at the sight of the young wrestler's body splayed out on the floor.

But despite the daze and disorientation, Renatta's first instinct was to get back up and continue the match. She struggled to push herself up, every muscle in her body protesting against the movement. Her vision was blurred, and her ears were ringing, but she managed to get to her feet, driven by an iron will to break this bitch no matter what toll it exacted on her body. The fans erupted in cheers, encouraging her to keep going.

Or perhaps more likely, they were encouraging her opponent. Like an apparition from the heavens, Mic Chick appeared seemingly out of nowhere, soaring through the air and landing a devastating diving senton right onto Renatta's staggered form. The impact felt like every bone in her body had been shattered as Rumble was immediately driven back down onto the ground, her body crumpling beneath the weight of her opponent.

Renatta lay there, completely still, her breath nearly spent and her body limp. The referee's count warned the two wrestlers to get back in the ring, but the voice seemed muffled amidst the loud ringing in her ears. The arena lights dimmed through the thin slits of her half closed eyes. The fans murmured in anticipation, their excitement and enthusiasm replaced by concern for the free reign Mic Chick now had over the battered rookie.

[Dubski]

Mic Chick had impressive speed behind her, and even more impressive height considering what she's been through in this match so far. She soared in a flip, clearing the top rope, and then she collided with Rennata Rumble on the way down! Her body hit hard, and the Ring Rocker landed on her feet in an impressive display and the momentum carried her forward to the railing, which she leaped up and over as well--there was no stopping. And then, she threw her arms to her sides and landed, the folks in the front row all standing to keep her from landing hard after the impressive Stage Dive! Eventually, Mic settled down onto the top of the railing, sitting atop it looking absolutely hyped up as she threw a fist up. She turned, giving high fives to those behind her before hopping off of it and yelling, "That's what I'm talking about! Get! Fucking! Loud!"

She then kicked the guard rail in a rhythmic fashion and the crowd began emulating it. Chick would then double over, huffing and puffing and taking in air and holding her midsection. God damn, did it even feel good. The rush of it all. Even in her hurt and exhausted state, Mic was carried by the thrill and the roar of the crowd. The musician took a look at Renatta as she laid there before staggering over to her and pulling her up. "Get your ass up!" she said to her as she pulled her up, grabbing a hold of that mohawk.

She knew she needed to make the most of Renatta on the outside. It couldn't be too hard. Wiping her brow with her free hand, clearing her vision a little more, Mic would then let out a yell as she grabbed hold of Rumble's tights as well, attempting to heave her into the guard rail closest to them! She was looking to just add onto the pain that her rookie opponent was feeling already by any means--even the least flashy one. She had it coming, at least.

[PuroQueen]

The crowd roared with excitement as Mic landed on her feet, instantly winning over the arena with her impressive display of agility and athleticism. Renatta looked up at her opponent, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. Mic was clearly enjoying herself, feeding off the energy of the crowd as she leaped over the railing and landed in the front row. Renatta felt a pang of jealousy; How quick some in the crowd were to betray her, opting to send their support to whoever held the most momentum in the moment. It was still something she had yet to get used to in the unforgiving world of pro wrestling.

As Mic made her way over to Renatta, the young wrestler tried to push herself up, gritting her teeth against the pain that shot through her body. But before she could get to her feet on her own, Mic grabbed her by the mohawk and yanked her up, her words ringing in Renatta's ears. She felt a surge of anger as her opponent's callous fingertips dug into her scalp.

As if to add insult to injury, Mic then grabbed Renatta's tights and heaved her into the guard rail with a sickening thud. Renatta cried out in pain as her body slammed against the unyielding metal, feeling as though every bone in her body had been jarred out of place. She slumped to the ground, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to shake off the intense pain that now coursed through her body.

Renatta glared up at her opponent with undisguised hatred. She was determined to show her opponent that she wasn't someone to be trifled with, even if it meant pushing her body beyond its limits. With a fierce determination in her eyes, Renatta began to push herself up, grabbing onto the railing before slowly twisting to face her opponent, her body shaking with the effort.

"Oh... I'mma get loud, bitch" Rumble muttered beneath her breath. She bid her time, appearing weak and desolate on the rails as Mic Chick came to finish her off. While still holding onto the guard rail behind her, Renatta suddenly let out a deafening roar, stamped her foot, and lunged her head forwards, aiming to clash skulls with her opponent in a damn near suicidal headbutt!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick, by virtue of grit and adrenaline, managed to grab hold of Renatta and throw her body into the guard rail. She just wanted to heap more pain on her opponent and instantly doubled over with her hands on her knees after Rumble went colliding into the rail. Mic grit her teeth, fighting through the pain and the throbbing headache she had, looking down at Renatta with a glare. If nothing else, it had become clear to her that Renatta Rumble could take a beating. Fortunately, Mic Chick was able to just as much.

She saw the glare from Renatta and rolled her eyes before glaring right back. This chick needed to get those eyes of her's fixed immediately before Mic lost her cool even more. She reached down to grab hold of Rumble again, starting to drag her up once more. She was ready to start escalating the end of this match up now, if only so she didn't have to see Rumble's face anymore.

And then it hit her. Mic Chick was nailed in the skull with a monstrous headbutt, making a loud 'CLOCK' noise echo through the arena. The Ring Rocker instantly dropped back like she was hit with a shotgun, her smaller body smashing into the padded outside as she lay folded on her side, arms laying in front of her. Her eyes were wide and glossy, and she wasn't moving even a little bit aside from the breathing in her chest. The faraway look was apparent as the crowd gasped out loud after the impact, seeing Mic Chick go down immediately. Her limp form laid on the mat as the referee paused her count out briefly after that vicious shot before resuming, the count growing higher.

Mic Chick was down, and she definitely had no signs of fighting back right now from that absolutely crushing headbutt.

[PuroQueen]

The impact was brutal, and Mic Chick crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The newcomer's head was throbbing, but the satisfaction of seeing her opponent laid out on the ground was worth it. Renatta Rumble may have been on the receiving end of a beatdown, but that didn't mean she couldn't give as good as she got.

As the count continued, Renatta took a moment to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her brow. After a quick nod to herself, Renatta loomed over Mic Chick's limp form with a wicked grin on her face. She glances around at the cheering crowd before grabbing Mic by the hair, attempting to drag her towards the steel steps. "C'mon bitch! What happened to all that tough talk, huh? I thought you did a little rumblin', huh!? The Definitive Rumblah, right!?" Renatta yelled into her opponent's ear, her voice booming over the sounds of the crowd.

With a look of absolute vitriol in her eyes, Rumble slammed Mic's head repeatedly into the unforgiving metal steps, each impact punctuated by more mad gibes. "Who's tough now, huh? WHO's TOUGH NOW?!"

Renatta was showing her opponent's already battered head absolutely zero mercy, relishing in the satisfying thud of each impact. Even by the Jamaican brawler's standards, it was a little much. But given how much heat the two wrestlers had already shared, Rumble had almost no qualms about going the extra mile with her opponent.

[Dubski]

Mic Chick was still motionless on the outside, laying on her side which had concerned most folks in the crowd and the referee as well. Everyone seemed worried except for Renatta Rumble at least, who was satisfied with herself after that violent headbutt that had just leveled Mic. Even as Mic was ripped up by her hair, she still had a glossy look in her eyes, not even really sure enough to know what was happening at the moment. She may have well been knocked out or something close to it. Her limbs didn't give Renatta any help as she was drug over to those steel steps. They slid along the ground as the Ring Rocker's limp body was just simply a ragdoll in Rumble's grasp.

Then, Mic's head was thrashed into the steps, over and over. Each loud thud of skull against metal echoed into the arena as Chick wasn't even able to protect herself. After the first few, she had meagerly raised one hand up to try blocking it, but it was a wasted effort, and mostly on instinct, and didn't do any protecting at all. Instead, the wrestling musician's head was just nailed over and over, with Mic still as she was her head drummed on those steps.

If she wasn't moving before, Mic Chick certainly wasn't doing much moving now as she laid over the steps, face down into them with one arm hanging on the top of it. Any adrenaline and fight she had in her, wiped away entirely by the absolutely violent assault that Renatta Rumble had laid into her.

[PuroQueen]

"Eight!" The referee warned, jolting Renatta out of her rage-filled stupor. She looked down at Mic Chick's motionless body, a strained grin already forming on the rookie's face. Her opponent was practically out cold from the brutal beatdown, but that didn't mean Rumble was done with her quite yet.

With a grunt, Renatta yanked Mic up by her hair and began dragging her back towards the ring, the crowd erupting into a mix of cheers and boos as they watched the Ring Rocker's limp body being dragged across the floor. But Renatta paid them no mind - any second now, they'd be cheering her name. With a heave, Renatta tossed her opponent underneath the bottom ropes and climbed onto the apron before hopping into the ring.

"Wakey wakey, Mic. You're not gonna want to miss this," Renatta grumbled as she delivered a harsh kick to Mic Chick's side, hoping to stir the girl into consciousness while simultaneously forcing her towards the center of the ring.

Soon after, Renatta made her way to the turnbuckle. She climbed up with concerted effort onto the top rope, coiling her body like a spring. The crowd was on their feet now, unanimously cheering and shouting as they anticipated what was about to happen. Rumble wasn't normally one to resort to acrobatics, especially with so little energy left in her, but she felt her opponent and the crowds deserved something a little extra tonight.

Clapping her hands together with a rhythmic beat to hype up the crowds even more, Renatta set the stage for her grand finale. She took a deep breath... summoned every last morsel of energy left in her... and launched herself into the air! 160 pounds of green and gold arced gracefully towards Mic, her arms outstretched as she performed a resounding moonsault. If successful, it would soon transform into a pinfall attempt to quickly cement her triumphant debut forever!

[Dubski]

Mic Chick continued to lay on the steel steps, nearly completely out of it. Her body splayed out over the cold metal until Renatta had grabbed hold of her hair and tugged her away from the steps. Her limbs continued to limply fold and fall underneath her, but Rumble was putting her exhausted muscles to good use to force Mic into the ring where she lay there still. The brutal assault had left the Ring Rocker all but beaten on the mat with barely any semblance of consciousness in her. She had been beaten up many times, and this may have been one of the most vicious attacks she's been on the opposite end of. When Mic felt the kick to her back, her body reacted on its own, rolling away from it until she was on her back again.

The lights hurt to look at. Probably the result of some degree of concussion having been inflicted on her at this point. She could only close her eyes to blunt the brightness, keeping them locked tight as she continued to lay prone on the mat, not having enough running through her head to scream at her to move or do anything. But then she felt the bigger girl's body landing hard on top of her. Her body bounced underneath Renatta, but was shockingly not moving nearly as much. It was likely due to the nerve endings not hitting her brain quite as hard now. The near unconsciousness of it all. Breathing was harder, that was for sure.

And so Mic Chick laid there underneath Renatta Rumble, nailed with a big moonsault by her opponent. The referee jumped down to count the fall, and she could vaguely hear her shouting out and slamming her hand on the mat.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

The slightest moment before the referee's hand hit the mat, Mic Chick's shoulder rolled up. On instinct, maybe. A small miracle with the gutsy daredevil managing to slight her shoulder off the mat, still with a lost expression on her face. Surely, even though Mic had gutted through to get her shoulder up, there was no actual comeback in sight for her as she continued to lay underneath Renatta, completely motionless after barely kicking out!

[PuroQueen]

Renatta had seldom soared through the air with such perfect grace, her body twisting and turning as she executed the moonsault with fluid precision. The moment she landed on Mic Chick, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck the arena. The impact was deafening, as the two bodies collided with a sickening smack that echoed throughout the stadium. Mic Chick's body trembled underneath Renatta's weight, as the Ring Rocker lay motionless on the mat, dazed and thoroughly defeated.

As the referee counted the fall, Renatta could barely contain her relief, knowing that victory was just seconds away. She had never had to work this hard to secure a win before, and a huge part of her felt proud to have overcome such a challenge on her debut no less. She looked down into her opponent's glossy eyes, sharing a moment of respect and admiration through her stoic gaze - she owed her that at least. After all, it felt like the two of them had been through hell and back throughout this match.

Closing her eyes, Renatta counted along with the referee in her head. ONE...TWO...THREE - Her eyes popped back open, only to notice the referee's hand hovering just an inch away from the mat. "Wha-What are you doing! Finish the Job!" Renatta screamed at the striped official. But the referee was not having it. She shook her head and pointed to the barely raised shoulder of Mic Chick. Renatta trembled with anger, unable to comprehend how this could be happening.

"No-no-no-NO!" The frustration and anger boiled inside of her, and she let out a guttural scream of disbelief. Mic Chick, on the other hand, just...laid there, her eyes glazed over, seemingly out of it. Renatta glared at her, hating her for daring to do the impossible - and for what? It wasn't like Mic still had the energy to keep on fighting. Was this all just to embarrass her, to force her to crawl her way to victory on her debut? Was that little bit of extra humiliation really worth the torrential hell Renatta now seemed dead-set on raining down on her opponent?

Any moment of bonding Renatta might have been sharing with her opponent instantly dissipated that very second. She rolled herself on top of her, latching onto Mic Chick's collar with both hands and roughly peeling the girl off the mat. Rumble's head pressed into hers, her vengeful eyes saying more than any words possibly could have, but that wasn't going to stop the Jamaican from letting her anger be voiced out loud.

"Why, huh? WHY!? Do you have any idea what I'm gonna have to do to you now? HUH!? You caused this, ya hear? You brought this onto yourself, NOT ME!" Renatta lashed out at her opponent with tears of rage in her eyes, screaming at her as if though she were a thousand miles away. The referee tugged at her shoulder, demanding that she dismount her opponent, but Renatta brushed her off. Rumble wasn't leaving until Mic gave her an answer, or until she beat one out of her...