Priscilla Haynes Vs Juno Sawyer: A monster in waiting.

Juno savored the feeling of her strike scoring a perfect hit on her opponent’s soft belly. Juno continued to push her palm further and further into Pricilla’s body, preventing her from getting any air for a few moments. Juno’s empty blue eyes stared into Pricilla, watching the fire of determination die away into an ember as her foes priority for air took over her brain. Finally, Juno pulled her arm back, letting her foe fall to her knees and gasp for breath. For one who held themselves up so high, it was a pitiful sight to see.

“Oh dear, out of breath are we? Perhaps we were a little distracted, hmm?” Juno seemed to enjoy seeing Pricilla on her knees, crossing her arm and circling her downed form like a predator playing with its food. Juno lacked any care or empathy her profession was known for

“At this rate they might just change your nickname to the Wilted Rose, considering how lifeless your performance has been. What happened to your conviction, Pricilla?” the Nurse taunted, leaning down low to twirl a lock of her foes jet black hair, “Weren’t you going to “get this over with”? “End this Farce”? Oh, I understand now! You were the farce, and you knew you had no chance as soon as you entered the ring. How pathetic, and in front of all your fans as well!” Juno said with a wave of her arm, the crowd booing the emotionless woman in white while cheering for their fallen princess. Juno just continued to look at the world as if it was all beneath her, Pricilla included. What the nurse did not realize was that she was monologuing, giving her foe precious moments to recover, arrogantly spouting her superiority despite the match still being so young.

“Well, if you don’t plan on providing me with any challenge, I will happily use your body for my research.” Juno had stopped right behind Pricilla, and reached down to get a handful of her hair, “I just have to insert my anesthetic.”

As Priscilla tried to focus on her recovery, Juno decided to circle around her like a vulture eyeing its eventual meal. She let out a groan, hoping that she could recover faster. And then she continued with her mind game, letting out taunts that continued to strike Priscilla where it hurt the most. She knew what her opponent wanted, and she didn't want to give her the pleasure of seeing her breaking down before her. But, keeping her cool was no longer an easy task for her, and she had to bite her lower lip, trying to keep herself from trembling.

And then, Juno stopped behind her and grabbed her hair from behind. Grimacing, Priscilla knew that there had to be something that she could do at the moment, and hoping to find herself a little window of opportunity, she would lift both her hands as she would rise up a little from her knees, looking to grab Juno by her head, hoping to deliver a sudden stunner as she would drop back onto the mat. Hopefully, this would give her more opportunity to attack after this as she found Juno's attempt at mind game to be rather infuriating.

Oh, Juno had a great time picking apart her opponents, rubbing their faces into the metaphorical dirt as they lay defenseless on the floor, squirming after they hear her words and lick their wounds. Pricilla was no different, Juno’s cold eyes hinting at a smile that was hidden underneath the medical mask as she spoke. Admittedly, it was a rather petty feeling, but Juno enjoyed the truth that so often came out when she had these little chats with her opponents. Often, they no longer concerned themselves with “characters” or “personas” that they built up, but rather removed those masks and reveal who they truly are on the inside. Some who pretended to be tough would break down crying after Juno analysis, others who acted cute flew into a manic rage. In Juno’s eyes she was removing the true mask her opponents so often wore, looking to cut into the heart of the person, rather than their persona.

Pricilla was doing a remarkable job maintaining her mask. She hadn’t yet crack, but it would only be a matter of time before it did. Juno was sure of that. The nurse could see the quiver in her lip, the dilated eyes that comes from an adrenaline rush, which would push her to act rash. All that was needed was one more push, and she was sure Pricilla would be sent screaming over the edge. A simple solution.

Juno could feel Pricilla’s hair through the latex gloves as she griped a handful of the beautiful locks. She heard her foes beautiful grunt as she was forced to her feet, ready to receive her next round of—

Wait a minute…What?

Pricilla’s arms shot out at the Nurse, leaving her eyes wide open in shock as they camped themselves securely to her cheeks just before her valiant for dropped down to the ground once more, smashing Juno’s jaw against Pricilla’s skull. A loud clack could be heard as Juno’s jaw was slammed shut underneath the mask. The nurse started stumbling a few feet backwards as she held her head, trying to get her eyes to refocus the way they were supposed to, growling in pain the entire time.

It was something that was done on the spur of moment, something that she did due to desperation, but Priscilla managed to catch Juno off-guard with an improvised stunner, though the impact on her skull made her slightly dizzy. Still, now that she managed to stop her opponent from taking advantage of her, Priscilla would force herself back on her feet before turning around, facing her opponent with intensity of her eyes which certainly contrasted with the nurse's own empty gaze.

"My turn," Priscilla huffed out before she launched herself towards Juno, looking to ram herself into her opponent's midsection, hoping to tackle her down into the mat with a spear. She certainly hoped that the impact from the charge would cause the nurse to lose her breath, allowing Priscilla to take advantage of her while she was down. And if successful, Priscilla planned to put herself on top of Juno once she brought her to the mat, looking to go for a quick cover attempt.

It was not long before Juno was able to get some feeling back into her jaw, and when she did, she wished she hadn’t. An immense ache ran throughout her chin and lower teeth, making any sharp motion of her jaw line cause an eruption of discomfort. Juno had let her guard down, but rather then take responsibility for her own, she instead shot an accusatory glare towards Pricilla and making it clear she blamed the entire predicament on her. Even now, the wild rose was glaring at her with intense eyes possibly in an attempt to intimidate the cod hearted nurse.

“Oh my, is the princess finally ready to crawl out of the dirt? Or is this simply a way to save face before you wind up losing again?”

Her answer came in the form of a spear, knocking the nurse off of her feet and smashing her to the floor, leaving her breathless for just a moment. Juno’s head bounced off the floor, causing a sharp pain to stab the back of her skull and making Juno a bit angry at the same time. Pricilla was starting to become more than just a weak opponent, but rather something like a pest. One that needed to be eradicated.

The Nurse would not falter so easily, and began to thrash about, insuring her courageous foe would have a hard time locking down a pin. Juno did take the time to launch a wild palm strike aimed towards Priscila’s head, though the shot was blind and uncoordinated.

Priscilla managed to tackle Juno down into the mat with the spear, but when she tried to lock her down under a pin, the nurse thrashed about, making it hard for Priscilla to go for a cover attempt. Grunting, she planned to smash a forearm into her face, but before she could do that, Juno launched a wild palm strike right into her head, and she threw her head back, crying out in pain as she took the palm strike.

"Auugh!!"

But, she would not let this deter her from trying to pin Juno down. Gritting her teeth, Priscilla would keep herself on top of Juno before attempting to smash her forearm right into the side of the nurse's face, hoping to stagger her, stopping her struggling so that Priscilla could properly try a pinfall attempt.

Juno kept pushing and thrashing, trying to toss Priscilla’s body off of her own in an attempt to free herself, but to her foes credit she hung on tightly. Juno felt her palm smash against Priscilla’s chin, hearing her foe scream out in pain, yet still cling onto her like a man falling clings to a ledge. Her resilience earned the admiration of the crowd, many cheering Pricilla’s name and hoping she defeat the sadistic, bully of a nurse.

“You disgusting little parasite! Get off of-“

Her cold voice was interrupted when Priscilla smashed her forearm into the Nurse’s cheek, bouncing her head off of the floor. Juno’s hand immediately shot up to grip her skull, desperately trying to sooth the burning pain that was raging in her skull, giving Pricilla ample opportunity to go for another cover attempt.

Thanks to her attempt at smashing Juno's head with her forearm, Priscilla was finally presented with an opportunity to try a cover attempt. She would place herself on top of Juno's chest, going for a traditional schoolgirl pin. The referee would come over next to them, getting herself on her knees as she counted for the pin.

"ONE!"

The crowd cheered on for Priscilla, the underdog hero finally pushing back against the overconfident sadist, smashing her face into the floor and dazing her. It all sounded so muffled in the nurse’s head. All of it was unintelligible noise, like someone was screaming in another room, but had music playing on top of it swirling into a mass of words and shouts, praise and distain. Juno stared off at the crowd, still recovering from the forearm blow. The empty eyes slowly moved from face to face, reading each of the crowd’s expressions.

Everyone that looked at her had eyes filled with distain, loathing, disgust, hatred, discomfort, all while adoring their Pricilla, loving their princes to high heaven and back! Enjoying her comeback as she smashed Juno’s jaw, blasting her with a forearm, and now crawling all over her like a flea looking for a special spot to bite down on.

Why?

Juno had done nothing to the audience, everything she did was for Pricilla, her opponent!

And yet they continued to hate her. Their bitter looks continued biting at her, their filthy eyes besmirching her form as Pricilla Mounted her, her knee blocking the view of the audience as she sat down onto Juno’s chest, the Nurse now forced to look into the face of her foe.

Filthy.

Juno began to struggle to breath, the weight of Pricilla pushing down on her chest.

Filthy eyes.

The air, what was that smell?

Filthy face.

Why is this…?

Disgusting, all of it!

Juno hated it, all of the grim and grit that Pricilla poured down onto her with her expression alone. The look Pricilla gave was… it was enough to make Juno want to throw up. The princess’s head blocked out the overhead lights, Juno and her own eyes being force to lock as they were both driven into their own world of shadows. It was only them, in Juno’s mind, no one else was protected from the overhead lights’ rays, but it only served to highlight the glare she gave Juno. Juno’s cold blue eyes were no longer empty, instead filled with a loathing, almost homicidal look.

“1!”

The filth was…the disgust…it was choking her. Garbage smelled through the air, clogging her lungs, even through her mask. The muffled cheers, was it laughter? Were they laughing at her?

It smelled. That disgusting smell! It burned her nostrils, her brain!

She began to shift around, but Pricilla was still on top of her. Juno could SMELL her! She needed her off! Wanted her off! She was making Juno filthy! She was clean! But now, NO!

“2!”

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“Get OFF ME!” Juno practically shrieked, her legs bucking upward to wrap themselves around Pricilla’s skull, desperate to pull her form off of the Nurse.

From what she could tell, Juno seemed to be downed for counts, which gave Priscilla the opportunity to walk out of the match as a winner early. The referee had already counted the pin, and if the count remained unhindered, she would win this match. She was unaware of the thing that was happening inside Juno's head, but she realized something was up as she looked at Juno's eyes.

For some reasons, those eyes seemed to be sending chills down her spine. And she didn't even realize that Juno managed to break the pin before the referee could finish counting. Priscilla fell onto her side, grunting as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her head was pulled by Juno's legs earlier from behind her, which threw her off of her opponent's body, breaking the pin.

Though, that changed nothing. Grunting, Priscilla would get back up on her feet, eyes remained fixed on Juno, thinking of what to do next. She planned to get close to her again, looking to pull her back up in order to deliver more damage on her.