Abigail Larsen Vs Edgar Shaw - Brawlhalla

It was a shot in the dark about whether or not the wild haymaker would actually hit the mark. Abi knew deep down that such a blow was rarely going to find its mark. If it did though, it would have given her the breathing space that she desperately needed now. Edgar was starting to really pull away, even towards the point that there as nothing she could do. Even if she started landing hits, the damage had been done.

And here Edgar was, bouncing on the balls of his feet pretending that he was an actual fighter, not some kind of layabout off the street. It only made Abi angrier as she fell for his trick and threw a punch, only to get intercepted with a should ram in the abdomen which caused a splutter of air to escape her lungs. Matters were only then made worse when the male essentially floored her onto the hard ground. She let out a soft groan as her back complained from the impact. But now for Abi her worst nightmare was coming true. She was not a ground fighter. Even in the underground matches she had, she did everything she could to avoid it. Her Ex on the other hand was a master of it, but Abi had never been able to do anything about it.

She couldn't do anything to stop Edgar from straddling her. The only thing she did was try and throw another punch at his chest demoing it a bigger and harder to dodge target, hoping that perhaps the impact would knock him off or backwards. After the punch she would buck her hips and raise her legs, doing everything she could to make it uncomfortable for him to remain on top of her.

The two fighters bounced as they slapped down across the lightly padded floor. Edgar beared down on Abigail with all his weight, making sure when they hit the ground most of that impact would knock the air out of her lungs if she wasn't ready. This wasn't the first time he had done this, a good stand by in the streets for ending a fight early or laying in some unavoidable damage. It came to him like muscle memory, throwing his legs on either side of the woman as he took up a mounted position…And immediately took a hard strike to the chest.

He leg out a grunt, teetering for a moment with threatened balance before evening out. It had been a good shot, better than he had expected coming from a woman on the ground with no leverage. He wasn't going to give her that chance again to get a nice fully extended punch on him though.

"No more of that." Edgar sneered, dropped himself forward to fully press himself down on top of Abigail. Jamming his forearm down onto her face to try and pin her head to the side while grabbing at her left bicep to impress her using that arm to strike at him. It almost looked like the two were intending to get intimate for those unaware of the growing bad blood between them.

Edgar tucked his elbow with his free arm, keeping his arm in close. He had given up his leverage to try pin Abigail down, but he still had range of motion to work with. He twisted his upper body, using that momentum to try and lay in strikes on her exposed side. Nowhere near as powerful as his standing on punches, but they didn't need to be so long as he could keep hitting her and work down her stamina reserve. Her thrashing though was making it difficult to consistently land solid strikes.

Another reason that Abi hated these kind of ground fights, was that she hated her private space getting violated. Edgar had practically sandwich the duo together. Abi was practically stuck, unable to move as the males weight pressed against her and pinned her onto the floor. She would groan and grunt as she worked her body, ordering her muscles to work overtime to try and remove him. It was no good however.

Abi couldn't help herself now. Edgar had stopped her punching arm from doing anything and on top of that her other arm was in such an awkward position all it could really do was try and press against Edgar and try and leverage him away. At this point however, Edgar had started pounding her side with strikes. She let out several muffled groans as she kept taking more and more hits to the side. They weren't critical. Nothing that would outright kill her, but taking it over and over again would wear her down.

"So is this how you imagine you make love to ladies you brat?" She let out while huffing in frustration. The duo were so close that only the two of them would be able to hear each other. At this point though, Abi stopped wasting energy and stopped trying to eject him and instead focus on steeling herself and trying to block out the pain in her side until Edgar got bored and left an opening or he did something else.

"Nah, but I am screwing you pretty hard right now regardless. You enjoying it?" Edgar grinned, peering down at Abigail as he held her down. The white of his teeth slightly tarnished by pinkish red blood from the cut inside his mouth. He gave q hard twist, ramming his fist harder into her side at that one, grinding in his knuckles into her skin.

With no outward signs of stopping, he returned to his steady beating of her side. He knew it wasn't going to end her, but body shots would cripple her in the long run. Make her sluggish, weak, vulnerable. Any damage he did now would pay dividends later when he got her back in the ring. Then he could really have some fun with her. After he had wailed on her enough she seemed to stop fighting him, which warranted a change of pace. He pushed off her body, starting to rise.

To shut out any funny thoughts she might have about making a move as he switched positions, he reared back with his arm then swung a wide elbow strike down across her face trying to knock some compliance into her. He couldn't help but wonder how cute his sister thought this woman looked now after he had gotten his hands on her.

He geared up to start the ground and pound off properly now that he had taken away some of her steam. Rearing back with his right hand, he gave a smug look down at Abigail as she lay beneath him. Without any hesitation he threw a massive right cross down at her face, putting his weight into it looking to knock her lights out with one big strike.

With her body now completely focused, Abi was able to ensure more of the annoying hits that Edgar was Pilling on her side. She knew tomorrow that she was going to be hurting alot, but right now all that mattered was turning things around and making Edgar regret to agreeing to fight her.

Sadly though that didn't seem to be happening any time soon, small grunts left her body as each of his impact of her fist rammed into her side. "The only part I am going to enjoy is the part where you are laid out in front of me covered in black and purple bruises." It was a big statement given the position that she was in right now. But she didn't want to let Edgar think that his attacks were actually getting her down.

Edgar had eventually decided that hitting her side was getting him nowhere. Instead he had sat up and decided to smash his elbow into her. The bony join impact right above her right eye. The impact caused her to scream out in pain. Abi knew something wasn't right the second his elbow moved away. Her eyebrow felt warm, the pain throbbing far more than it should. It was at that point that she could feel a thick warm liquid around her eyebrow. Great. So she was bleeding now. She was able to see him prepare the fist ground and pound and on instinct she turned her head and moved her neck as much as she could to avoid it, hoping he would impact the lightly matted ground instead.

Unfortunately the twist to avoid the punch had sent the stream of blood into her right eye, causing her to have to close it. Now with her left eye full of filthy spit and her right with blood in it. She was truly blind. She thrashed out for a second bucking her hips and lifting her legs as she planted her feet on the floor. In an act of blind (Literally) defience she started to use her body strength to try and twist hr body and force the lump of male on top of her to fall off. As she felt more of her body loosen she began to throw wild punches, knowing most wouldn't hit anything, but maybe one would clip him as a nice 'fuck you' gesture.

If she was able to break free she would slowly open a single eye, scanning everything that was around her. Everything was blurred but she could make out a few things. She lifted her leg and tried to send a kick out towards Edgar's face, hoping to send him further back and keep him down. She would normally keep attacking, but she had another idea. If it worked, she would climb onto her hands and knees, breaking into a run before she could even stand up properly. Her body was swinging, struggling to balance with the lack of vision. She would make her way over to the announcers table.

When she got there she would quickly grab one of the bottles of water that they had been drinking and leant her head back. She knew this was going to sting. But it had to be done. Opening her eyes she poured the water onto her eyes, letting the water dilute the two mixtures that blinded her. The entire time she was wincing in pain, clearly uncomfortable. The first bottle though wasn't enough, she had to take the second one and repeat the same process. But once she was done. She could finally see.

But that didn't stop the bleeding. The water had cleaned the wound, but it was already starting again. She had a plan for that too though. She began to unwrap her right hand. Taking the tape and instead wrapping it around her head tightly. She would then tick the end in, effectively bandaging the wound. With the bleed stopped and her vision back, she glared over at Edgar. Her nostrils flaring, her body tensing. She was not happy right now. She took a step forward, her arms raised slightly. "Right you little fucker. Think you are so clever with your little tricks and attacks. I am going to Fucking Break you. NO One insults me like that and gets away with it." it was fairly clear to everyone around her, that she was no longer holding back or even attempting to play nice. It was serious now. Edgar may have been the one racking up the damage. But that was going to end now.

Edgar had thrown just about everything into this big lunch, which in retrospect didn't seem like the best idea. This sliding came as Abigail moved her head and his fist impact the hard ground. Even through the padding and his gloves the crackle of bone on cement was sickeningly audible turning his grin into a contorted look of intense pain. He immediately leaned back, clutching his hand to his chest with a sounded hiss.

With Abigail's thrashing and his focus shifted, she managed to finally throw him off, dropping him onto his backside as he nursed his hand. Her kick managed to smack under the chin, knocking him flat with a grunt. He remained there for a moment, shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs. With a flop he rolled over on his side, watching Abigail stumbling blindly away from him.

The blond shoved against the ground with a shoulder, pushing himself to rise to his knees. He tested his hands, flexing his fingers. The sting of pain was immediate. That wasn't good. He tried working them open and closed a few times, seeing if the pain would subside with use… it didn't. It looked as though he wasn't going to be throwing rights for now.

Like a zombie he shambled to his feet, staring across the way at his opponent as she wrapped her head. When she turned to him and gave her fiery speech it was clear the audience was far more intimidated by her than he was. His shoulders bobbed as he gave a laugh.

"Jeez lady, grow up. This is just how these matches work. You're in here claiming to have a bunch of tricks up your sleeves, trying to act all cute and shit about it. Now you're pissy about getting hammered. Blow me, Princess. Your mood swings wider than your punches. Is it your time of the month of something?" Was the same thing last time he fought in a Tension ring. People started getting an attitude when he did what he came here to do. What a joke. At least now they didn't need to deal with fake formalities now that the REAL Abigail was coming out to play.

She snapped a reply back almost immediately. "Yeah, I don't mind you stomping on my foot, or throwing me around or even elbowing me in the face. None of that matters. What I draw exception to however is you going to spit in someones eye. Blinding powder is a different thing. But really... Spit."

It was clearly getting on her nerves. But she didn't say anything else. She didn't care anymore. Edgar clearly didn't give a shit, so why should she? Carrying on moving forward she got within striking range of Edgar, and that was when she noticed his hand and how he seemed to be struggling with it. "What's wrong? Down to one arm?" She mocked him as she reached out grabbed both of his hands with her own, crushing his hands while doing so. She then proceeded to push forward, waiting to see if Edgar would hold his ground, or if she could start pushing backward towards the corner barriers.

"Christ lady, it's not like I am frigging MacGyver over here. Just using what I got. Next time I'll just shovel sand into my pockets before the match and hit you with that instead. Happy?" He snorted loudly, giving his hand another shake at the wrist. When she called attention to it, he snickered and put up both fists as if nothing were wrong despite the wince of pain that came when he clenched it into a fist.

"Nah." Was his blunt response that wasn't altogether untrue. This were shaping out to be his right hand was borked… medical was going to have to give it a better look over after he finishes up here. That didn't mean he couldn't use the rest of his arm though. A healthy but on her brow had proved as much moments before even if she had made a makeshift cover for it.

When she moved in, his twitch reflex was to jab with his right, though he stopped himself before he could land the blow, knowing that his hand wouldn't fair very well if he did. To his surprise though, the gold medalist boxer didn't go for a strike but instead grabbed his hands, fingers unfurling to interweave themselves with hers.

The pain was immediate as she squeezed, little more than an itch in one hand, but nearly tripping in his wound one. Despite pushing back against her advance, when one side failed to hold her, it allows her to push his whole body back. He took begrudged steps back, kept off balance by her aggressive pressing forward until he had been backed into one of the ringside barriers.

It was clear that Edgar was getting pissed off at her words. But Abi herself was far too pissed off to care. She didn't mind the odd underhand tactic. She wasn't above using them herself. But there was something about bodily fluids that crossed a line for her. Still. That was all in the past now. She had managed to get poor Edgar into the corner. His hand was clearly stopping him from doing anything useful. His right was his powerfist. Without it, he was going to be crippled.

With Abi now in control for the first time in God-knows-when, she started to get to work. She would release his hands, only to have her right fist grab a tuft of his hair and hold him in place. "Let's just see how much punishment you can take ya?" she scoffed. She thrust her left knee up into the males midsection, letting it dig in before recoiling her knee and repeating the move again... And then again for the third time. She was going to go for a forth but decided against it, only so she could take a second and assess how much damage she had done.

Pushed back against the barrier he growled in her face, body contorted to favor his right hand as she held tight, his fingers twitching in her grasp. His head was jerked upright as she snatched a handful of his hair, not bothering to be gentle about it, and why would she be? "Fuck yo- ugh!"

His body shook as she slammed her knee into his sternum stomach, hunching him forward with a coughing exhale of his lost sentence. The hard tip of her home pushed in deep, twisting his guys painfully as he twitched wide eyed. When she went to strike him again, the target wasn't nearly as soft, his arms tucked up against his body, taking the next two knees solidly into his arm. No less impactful, but clearly not working as intended. Edgar was far from helpless and he made that fact known by defending himself.

He stood himself up, not bothering to pull away from her grip on his hair. His right hand squirreled out of reach behind him to protest it and his left arm protectively guarding his front. It was hardly noticeable when he shifted his footing, making a bit of distance between his right leg and Abigail before bringing her boot around swiftly, attempting to boot the woman right between her legs with a crotch shot that wouldn't have been legal in any other match.