Post by .PAAK on Mar 31, 2016 17:13:21 GMT -6
As she stretched a her arms a bit, the crowd roared and screamed. This wasn’t an ordinary match after all, this was going to be a shoot fight. Those fans pleaded, demanded for blood. She ignored them. They weren’t in the ring; she handle things accordingly and however she saw fit.
She re-adjusted her hand wraps as the referee strolled over. He listed off a string of rules and restrictions. She ignored them. Once again, it wasn’t her first rodeo. She knew already the rules; she’d had dozens of shoot times during her career.
This was the transformation Raiden had anticipated. As stated before, Myung was a an enigma. Every time her music hit, she always felt that same surge. The hair on her arms stood erect, a tinkle ran from her neck all the way down her spine, here iris’ burned with fire, focus, and ferocity.
In the ring, she was completely in her element. In the ring, she wasn’t shy little Myung―she fucking badass, she was .PAAK.
“Hey bitch.”
She could ignore that, however.
.PAAK shifted her body so that she could look Akane; the older woman stared right back at her. Akane was in her mid-forties, however, she had aged gracefully. Her body was ripped from head to toe. Her physique made her one of the most feared women in wrestling.
“You’re the great and mighty .PAAK I’ve been hearing about, huh?” She smirked. “Well, you don’t look so tough to me. You look more like an AV model than a fighter.” Akane cracked both sets of her knuckles. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy ripping you apart, piece by piece.”
No verbal response would have been suffice; therefore, .PAAK skipped one. Instead, she rose her left hand up to guard her face as she extended her right arm and fist out. This caused Akane to smile. “No foreplay huh? So be it.” Akane shifted into her own stance.
Ding
Ding
Akane quickly threw caution to the wind and rushed in. This caught .PAAK of guard a bit. She’d seen Akane fight before; if the woman was anything, it was patient.
She blasted .PAAK with a stiff kick to the left leg; .PAAK winced as her muscles tensed up. Instinctively, .PAAK lifted her fists to protect of her face, just as her opponent wanted her to. Akane followed through with a left hook to the body. The blow cut deep; it was as if a meat cleaver had sliced .PAAK’s side. However, before she could even begin to nurse the blow, she received a right cross―the strike dropped her to knees.
The referee begins to count:
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
.PAAK slapped the mat lightly before she stood up. Akane’s strikes her stiff, and they had caught her slipping, certainly. However, they were meant to knock her out―but they did not. This gave .PAAK all the hope she needed as she shook herself a bit.
“Oh, you’re a stubborn one, aren’t?” Akane asked in a sarcastic manner. “I bet you’re one of those never give up types. Breaking their spirit is so much fun.”
Silently, .PAAK back into her stance, as did Akame. Once again, Akame threw another quick leg kick; but, .PAAK anticipated it and checked it. She then feigned a left leg kick of her own. Akane flinched, which allowed .PAAK nail a shot to the right leg.
Akane hobbled backwards a few paces; she wanted to put some distance between the two. .PAAK shot in and closed the gap. This time, she feigned a right leg kick; Akane went to check it, but received a stiff kick to the left side of her sternum.
“You fucker,” Akane responded through gritted teeth.
The veteran should have back off and regrouped; instead, she simply charged in again. .PAAK derailed all of her opponent’s momentum by kicking out her left. As Akane fell forward, .PAAK blasted her in the face with a knee. Akane’s head tilted backwards. .PAAK cranked back and peppered her with a roundhouse.
The referee called for the bell as Akane’s body went limp on the mat.
