[Last Person Standing Match] Hawk Moth (D) vs Jacob Masters (D) - Proving The Point Of View

Trying to breathe as evenly as possible, Karen hoped that she would be able to pull herself together. She was not used to being guided by emotions during a fight. Such things can lead to bad consequences, so she was always impartial. This helps not to enjoy beating people. The Japanese girl is sure that as long as she just does her job, she cannot be called a bad person. And although people like her current rival were driving her crazy, she should have tried to take control of her emotions.

However, this will take some time anyway. But until then, she was not going to stand still. Having gained speed, the street fighter was going to slip under the bottom rope in order to ram the head of the rising guy. However, despite the blows received, Jacob was able to avoid what the girl had prepared for him. When he grabbed Karen's legs, she reached for the ropes, however, she did not have enough time, she did not expect a counterattack.

- Ohhhhhh!! - she cried out as her body fell to the floor.

Given the height, as well as the inability to group, Hawk Moth very unsuccessfully fell on the back. Pain pierced her body, causing her to bend in her back. But that would not stop her if that were the only problem. The Japanese girl was pretty good at resisting pain, however, now, in addition to pain, she was dizzy. The unsuccessful fall was accompanied by a nape hit on the floor.

Shaking her head several times, Karen tried to bring herself back to normal, however, events did not develop in the direction in which she wanted. Jacob grabbed the girl by the hair, causing her rise to her feet with a moan. Hawk Moth tried to send a punch to his face, but because of the dizziness she did not succeed. The next thing she felt was that she was thrown somewhere to the side. And then terrible pain came.

- AAAahhhhhhh!!! - cried Karen.

Her body crashed into metal steps and for a moment it seemed to her that she had broken her arm. However, it was only severe pain. The body of the Japanese girl collapsed to the floor, as her mind refused to give the body the opportunity to stay on its feet. She grabbed her hand, mechanically trying to calm the pain. Now she definitely felt deja vu. Already the second opponent finds the opportunity to return to leadership, having escaped from her outside the ring. However, if it really was deja vu, then she has nothing to worry about. Hawk Moth always pays her debts, it is only a matter of time. Just let this damn pain subside.

Shit. Complete shit. Karen's back, head and arm were in agony. Too much hard shit happened in a short time. Still moaning in pain, the street fighter tried to roll over on all fours in order to try to get to her feet. However, at that moment she felt a boot on her head. Jacob roughly pushed her, causing her to fall back onto her back. Discontent was heard from the audience, while Karen clenched her jaw with all her strength. Every word coming out of her adversary’s mouth made her angry again and again.

- Go and fuck yourself, you moron! - she snapped at Jacob's words.

She heard that there are quite a few men in the Tension who treat women as garbage. And according to Karen, it was funny enough. Because the laws of nature say that a woman a priori should be weaker than a man. And when a man defeats a girl, he began to build himself a real hero, boasting of it in all directions, it was very funny. But even more funny when a man is losing to a girl and then said that it was just an unfortunate set of circumstances. According to Karen, such creatures can not even be called men. It’s just bacteria, nothing more.

- Ah, you... fucking pervert!!! - Karen screamed as Jacob's hands touched her T-shirt.

The girl tried to stop him, however, she was still too bad to do so. Very quickly, Hawk Moth remained only in her sports bra, now her sports physique was presented in almost all its glory to everyone. And at this time, the audience began to rebel against such unsportsmanlike behavior. She heard a disapproving whistle from the audience, but that was weak support for her. Especially when the guy wrapped her own signature T-shirt around her neck.

- BBhhhhrrrr!!! - a muffled sound came out of the girl's mouth.

She began to choke. The Japanese girl put her palms on Jacob's, trying to stop him, while her legs began to twitch frantically from side to side. Karen's eyes widened and she began to cough due to pressure on her throat. Her heart began to beat at a frantic speed, and her eyes involuntarily filled with tears. The guy’s grip on her throat was too strong, and she couldn’t unlock it.

“Fuck... fuck... fuck!” - she thought.

If she had been told in the morning that she would be in that position, she would not have believed it. However, now she felt just awful. The whole body hurt after falling from the ring and colliding with the steps, but the worst part was that now she was losing to the fucking sexist. Karen felt her body weaken, even her legs began to slow down. And then the words of her rival reached her ears. He demanded that Karen admit that girls could not wrestle. He demanded this from her, and he was going to strangle her until she lost consciousness. Karen's fingers clenched with anger, and her eyes filled with rage.

“I will kill you, son of a bitch!” - she thought.

And that was the end...

The end is for Karen, who always tried to control herself and not be cruel more than was necessary. For the first time in a long time, she remembered the most important rule that was on the street. Or you or another one. And she chose the first, no matter what the cost.

Hawk Moth was about to punch on both bends of her rival's elbows so that he bent his arms and thereby go down. The girl had not used tricks for a long time, which related more to street style than to wrestling, but now she did not care. Because if she could get Jacob to go down, then her hands would fly up to grab his nape. And in this case, her further actions would be very simple, but extremely cruel. Hawk Moth was about to jerk the guy's head abruptly so that his nose collided with her forehead in a hard headbutt! But even this was not enough for her, so she was going to repeat this operation two more times so that this bastard finally lost the ability to see and even think!

When the pressure on the girl’s throat eased, she turned on her side and took a greedy deep breath, coughing violently. The pain from her back, head and arm had not gone anywhere, and now her neck still hurt terribly. Even swallowing was painful, however, Karen got on all fours and raised her head. There was righteous anger in her eyes. Jacob, who writhing in pain, brought her genuine pleasure.

“And how should I keep my anger in check when such moral freaks exist in the world, Charlotte?” - thought Hawk Moth, recalling the lessons of her teacher.

Karen grabbed her T-shirt with her right hand, but did not put it back on, she had other plans for her signature clothes. The girl rose to her feet and raised her hand up, urging the audience to make a noise in the hall. Those who saw her previous matches know that a girl never refuses hardcore, but even in this case she is always cruel to the same degree as her rivals.

She was absolutely not embarrassed by the fact that now she was only in sports short shorts and a bra, in her life were worse times than that. Even in a recent match against the Greek goddess, she took off her T-shirt at the end of the match. Of course, the circumstances were completely different and then she did not regret it. However, the fact that some guy tried to humiliate her before the eyes of thousands of people... the street fighter felt disgust to her opponent.

Her headbutt was sudden and powerful, as indicated by the convulsions of the Perfect Storm, but Karen believed that she had not yet repaid her vile attempt to humiliate her. Therefore, Hawk Moth turned around and began to fall on her back, putting her left elbow to the side. She did not start it. But she intended to be the one to finish it. Therefore, she was determiner to send the elbow drop, aimed right onto Jacob's pod and balls in order to deprive him of what was most expensive for people like him. According to Karen, this should be a very significant argument in the dispute over the point of view on whether there is a place for girls in the ring.

Contrary to her lifestyle, Karen was quite fond of classical music. She found the music of Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart and many other musicians a source of real inspiration. When she was at home alone, she enjoyed this stream of beautiful sounds, which was formed by musical instruments and the craftsmanship of the author. But now, the hall is filled with the wild cry of her rival, Hawk Moth has experienced real ecstasy. A scream filled with pain sounded sweeter than any piece of music. The lingering sound created by her revenge. It was her personal symphony. And in a way, right now she was closer to the great masters of music than anyone.

“Fuck it. I will not regret those who do not deserve it”, - she decided mentally.

However, in every symphony there is a key point. And now, looking at how the guy is trying to calm the pain in his crotch, lying on his stomach, Karen was going to create her moment. It is impossible to come up with a more ideal moment. Without delay, the girl sat on his back in order to crush him with her weight, and then grabbed his hair with her left hand. Karen intended to raise this head up to create a distance between Jacob's face and the hard surface outside the ring. The street fighter's right fist clenched. She intended to send the right elbow strike right into the nape of the Perfect Storm, letting go of his hair to push his vile face to the floor and turn that complacency into a bloody mass!

Experience told her that if successful, the guy would not be able to do anything. Even if he managed to maintain consciousness, then the pain and ringing in his head should have given Hawk Moth time. For what? It's funny. She was tired of this feeling. For about the third time, the girl draws a parallel between this match and the match, where she received her first mini title. At that time, she had handcuffs at hand, but this time she would have to use what was near. And near was her T-shirt, which Jacob so carefully removed before paying for his arrogance. Now Karen was determined to take her element of clothing and fold the arms of the Perfect Storm behind him.

Should she have read out his rights? No. Definitely no. People have rights, and at this point in time, Karen did not consider her opponent to be human. For her, he was just a dirty animal. Therefore, if she had no problems with this, then, using her T-shirt, she would tie his wrists together, depriving him of the opportunity to use his hands. She did the same with Aphrodite. These two people were worth each other. And it is possible that, given her experience, now Hawk Moth felt more sympathy for her Greek rival than for the body underneath.

The Horsewoman of the Apocalypse worked with the wrists of the guy under the applause and the booing at the same time. Even with the fact that this guy deserved righteous anger, not everyone expected such a cruel answer from Karen. She had never been so cruel to anyone, it was true. But since everyone knew what she had done with Aisha, everyone understood that this was not the end. Hawk Moth has not yet said her last word. And the suffering of Jacob was just beginning, now he was in her power. The girl tightened a tight knot, reliably depriving the Perfect Storm of the opportunity to use his hands. The street fighter had a blissful smile on her face as she looked at the result of her work.

- What did you say? - having made an astonished look, she asked again, having heard the guy's voice filled with pain and perhaps even despair.

It could have been different. Even with the almost complete absence of rules, this could be a pretty good match. And it wasn’t even that he dared to take off the shirt from the girl in order to disgrace her. For Karen, the situation was in principle. Just one action means nothing. But when a person entirely consists of an idiotic and dirty scornful attitude towards girls... it made her heart full of rage. Karen had a talent for hardcore. Her street upbringing, her strength of mind and the strength of her body - all this was part of Hawk Moth. She was about to become the new hardcore queen. And no one will stop her. They will love and hate her. She believed in that. And no one will ever dare say that she has no place in the ring.

- Of course I will let you go, - she said, rising to her feet, - when you will  start to beg for mercy. When you will start to choke because of your attitude towards the girls. When you will repent. When you will ask for forgiveness. Then I will let you go. Until that moment... you will suffer. I will show you why I became the Horsewoman of the Apocalypse.

Karen was determined to grab Jacob's legs and immediately spin around, lifting his body above the floor with the giant swing! It was enough for her to do just a few laps in order to gain impressive speed. No, she was not going bring the Perfect Storm to dizzy. That would be too easy. Now Karen was going to let go of his legs in order to send Jacob's body in flight. Perhaps someone may have a fair question. Where did this flight go? And the dispatcher, whose role was now played by Karen, had an answer to this question. She was about to send the Jacob's head right to the metal steps! An eye for an eye. An tooth for an tooth. And any other shit. She was about to do the same thing that he had done with her, but only several times tougher!