Priscilla Haynes Vs Juno Sawyer: A monster in waiting.

Panic. Such a basic, animalistic instinct. The key factor to every creature’s “Fight or flight” mechanic, and one of the most powerful, yet terrible emotions a creature could ever feel. To see such an emotion on a face that looked like it was never made to experience such horrors was…interesting. It seemed that between the two options, Priscilla chose flight, staggering backwards while checking her wound. Juno would need a closer look, but she would guess the cut was nothing deep, a graze at best and something she herself could fix if she had any inclination to do so.

But a disease was not something that needed to be nurtured, to be cared for a watched. It was to be eliminated, killed at the source and scoured from the human body so that the rest of the body may be healthy. Right now, that was exactly what Priscilla was to Juno…a filthy, festering disease that had to be dealt with as quickly and efficiently as possible. in a twisted way, Juno thought that beating her foe quickly would be a merciful act, and as her foe stumbled around in a stupor the Nurse easily slipped behind her and entrapped the lovely noble’s neck in her arms.

The arms coiled around Pricilla’s windpipe tightened like a boa constrictor, Juno’s bicep turning to steel as she began to choke the wild rose with a blank look hiding underneath her mask. The hold was tight, but something peculiar could be observed. As the blood dripped from Pricilla’s wound, some of it began to fall upon the nurse’s bare skin, causing her grip to falter for a brief second before she reinforced it once more. It seemed the nurse hated to let the bodily fluid touch her, and she seemed to shift around uncomfortably behind the wild rose every time a droplet of blood landed on her.

She seemed…distracted, Juno did not respond to Priscilla’s pleas. Her icy blue eyes were no longer focused on her target, but the scarlet droplets that streaked down her arm, leaving a trail in its wake. It was clear as day she wanted to wipe them away, yet was stuck to Priscilla as much as she was to the nurse.

For Priscilla, this was the worst thing that ever happened to her in a match, and she desperately needed to get herself out of this. She didn't know what her opponent was thinking, and at this point, she didn't want to know whatever dark secret that she had inside that head of hers. No normal person could act the way Juno did, and Priscilla wanted to make this end.

Still, she remembered that this was still a match, and she needed to end it properly like a proper wrestler wont to do. Juno's arm was still coiled around her neck, making it hard for her to breathe, but she could tell that her opponent alternated between loosening the hold and tightening it. She needed to focus on the time when she loosened the hold so that she could start trying to make her escape.

When she felt Juno was loosening the hold, Priscilla would let out a loud yell as she would forcefully yank herself out of the hold, looking to step away from Juno. The rush of adrenaline made her momentarily forgot that she had a wound on her head, and she would focus on trying to escape from her opponent's clutch so that she could regain her bearing and get herself back into the fight.

The blood that flowed from Priscilla began to drip onto Juno more frequently, the red body fluid beginning to pool and roll down the nurse’s arm with a cold wetness that made Juno shiver internally. Her focus was completely fixed on the feeling of the blood staining her skin and forcing her to smell like copper. Just the idea made Juno slightly nauseous and left her with a desire to take a long shower after this was all over, which was not long with the way things were going.

Priscilla was doing a very good job at hiding her distress, with many of her fans still cheering her on in the sidelines whether she noticed it or not. All of them were giving her their full support in defeating such a sadistic villain that was attempting to strangle her at that very moment. Comically, Juno didn’t notice any it, simply going from a tight clutch around the neck to a looser hold and then back again. She must have been becoming predictable, because Priscilla let out a loud cry just as another droplet landed on Juno’s arm. The wild rose pushed forward and ripped herself from the nurse’s latex glove covered grasp. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as their hero was finally free to face off against her for on equal footing once again.

Meanwhile, Juno was busy attempting to wipe the blood off of her arms, causing much of it to smear across her pale skin. The stench of blood wafted all around her and penetrated her medical mask, the smell of dirty metal surrounding the blue haired woman. She hated it, and was desperately trying to use friction from her gloves to grind the blood off her skin. Juno’s cold gaze was no where near her foe, taking her time in cleaning herself properly before jumping back into her “operation”

Thanks to her waiting for the right timing, Priscilla managed to escape her enemy's clutch. Gasping out, she staggered towards the ropes and took her time leaning against them in order to regain her composure and bearing. This was one of the most confusing and frightening fights that she ever had in her career as a wrestler, and she knew this wasn't something that she could finish in normal way. Juno had shown herself to be a very dangerous individual, both as a wrestler and as a person.

"Haa..." Bringing her hand onto her head, she would then look at her blood-stained palm. While this wasn't her first time shedding blood in the ring, the sight of her own blood made her a little nauseous. But she couldn't afford to falter now, considering that she was facing a very dangerous opponent before her.

Taking a look at Juno, she found out that the nurse seemed to be distracted by something. She had no idea that Juno might be bothered by her blood, but for Priscilla, this was a golden opportunity to take advantage of her. So, fighting through her fear and pain, she would then launch herself forward, extending one arm out as she would approach her opponent, looking to knock her down with a sudden and vicious lariat!

As anyone would know, a doctor or nurse needed to be completely sterile and clean before they are to operate on a human body in any condition. It is a simple procedure that prevents molds and bacteria from entering the open wounds or incisions and cause problems further down the line. It was amazing how something as simple as a speck of dust could destroy the human nervous system if it entered into the body in just the right way. Juno could recall the many different cases she read where a doctor was not properly clean and a disease or complication came about. The puss that would flow, the infected blood that corroded the body, that was not the way Juno wanted to go if she had the choice, dying from the inside.

Such was the reason why Juno wanted to clean herself so thoroughly. Best to mitigate any risk as much as she could, so she would not have to worry about it. The Nurse was able to scrub much of the blood away, but some of the droplets smeared against her white one piece, causing an almost inhuman appearance to befall her frame. The multiple smudges of blood made the nurse come across as a stab victim, and her strange way of moving did not help matters.

Juno did not seem to perceive Priscilla in the slightest, and when her foe made her move on her, the Nurse was completely open. The lariat that crashed against her chest caught her completely off guard, forcing her to stumble and trip onto her back with a resounding THUD.

Pricilla successfully knocked Juno down, and the Nurse laid on the ground, her legs and arms twitching sporadically while moaning in pain. Juno seemed hurt, but began to rise, her icicle eyes staring at Pricilla mercilessly, like she herself was not human.

Juno was successfully laid out with the lariat, and Priscilla would stand over her, panting a little as she tried to ignore the pain on her head. She needed to finish this match as soon as possible. She looked at the laid-out form of her opponent, thinking that it would be dangerous to put herself on top of her for a cover, so she had to come up with something else instead.

Seeing Juno was trying to get up, Priscilla would not let her accomplish that as she would try to deliver a punt right into the body of the nurse, hoping to stop her from getting back up. She didn't want to take any chances here now that she had seen what a terrifying force Juno was. She needed to make sure to go all out if she ever wanted to walk out of the match victorious and unscathed.

Despite Juno’s quickness in attempting to stand back up, the weariness in her muscles and bones had begun to bite deeper and deeper. The stiffness in the way she began to move, the sluggishness in her limbs were not normal for the rather agile woman. Where once before she would easily kip up right back onto her feet, she now rised from the ground like an undead creature of the night. Where she once would have monologued about her coming victory, she now remained eerily silent, the only noise coming from behind that medical mask was the Nurse’s own labored breathes.

She had begun to get back onto her own feet, Juno never taking her eyes off of Pricilla. Her cold blue eyes watched as the Noble warrior raised her foot, and delivered a kick right into the Nurse’s abdomen, knocking her right back to the floor. Juno’s speed and pointed cunning was gone, eroded away by her phobias of filth and uncleanliness. She seemed to lay there for the moment, simply trying to catch her breath, her eye lids growing heavy as her body desired to clean itself and rest, wash the blood way from her heavenly white clothes costume. It was only the remnants of her mind that told her to stand back up, to continue the fight and destroy this Wild rose’s beautiful petals for what she had done to the nurse!

Priscilla had no idea what was going on in Juno's mind, but if she saw that her opponent was weakened, she would surely take advantage of this. After taking Juno down into the mat with a kick to her abdomen before she observed the condition of her opponent. Her opponent was rather puzzling, which made it hard to determine what to do next for her, but as Priscilla planned to win this match, she would make sure to go all out.

After that, Priscilla would approach the downed Juno before grabbing onto her head, pulling her back up. She had no particular plan in her mind besides bringing her back on her feet. She knew she would be able to come up with a move eventually once she got Juno back on her feet, unaware that she might put herself in trouble by doing so.

There were many things most people did not know about Juno. Few knew about her weekly visits to a small hidden café that resides around the corner of her apartment, or that she barely opens books when she reads due to a fear of damaging the spines. Hardly anyone knew these strange little habits of the Nurse, and that was because she never cared to tell anybody about herself, and hardly seemed like the type to possess such strange characteristics.

One such strange fact was one that came in and out of her professional and personal life from time to time, and was about to affect the unsuspecting noble if she was not careful.

Juno’s body continued to lie on the ground, resting itself and trying to regain any amount of energy so that it might escape any harm that would come to it. Priscilla had other ideas, grasping her blue hair and pulling her from the ground. Perhaps the Wild Rose had a plan in mind, something that would put the Nurse down for good. It was too bad she would likely never get the chance to pull the attack off. The Nurse’s eyes seemed to finally focus, her icy cold star piercing Pricilla with one last look before she made her own move.

The interesting fact that helped Juno both in her professional life and personal was a bit strange. She had an amazing grip, with nothing able to escape her grasp ones her fingers locked around something. Such a grip did an amazing job of keeping foes in place for her deadly submissions…or to help her choke the life out of someone!

Like a living snake, one of Juno’s arms lashed out at Priscilla, its her fingers like the jaws of the beast as it clamped around her neck and began to squeeze the life out f her foe while crushing her windpipe. The Nurse’s finger seemed to turn to steel, her fist a closing cage that was steadily squeezing down on the noble more and more.

Priscilla was planning to pull Juno back up, holding her by her head, but as soon as she brought her opponent up, the nurse suddenly sprung into action, bringing her hand towards Priscilla's neck, choking her. This caught her off-guard as she was forced to abandon whatever plan that she had concocted earlier, her eyes widening as the grip of her opponent on her windpipe tightening.

"Hrrghhh...! Mmmrghhhhh!!!" Gurgling as she was choked, Priscilla desperately tried to stop her opponent from choking her by attempting to smash her forearm against the side of her head. But her frantic and desperate attempt might not be enough to free herself from this predicament. Hopefully, she would be able to get herself out of this and stop herself from getting more injuries.