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

- You can't? - grinning, asked Karen, swinging the guy. - You are mistaken.

When the girl released his legs and Jacob's body flew to the metal steps, there was a nasty sound of a collision of a skull and metal. The body of the Perfect Storm crashed to the floor and the girl headed toward him. And at the same time, the striped shirt began to scream, calling for to return the action to the ring. However, Karen did not even stop. However, she did not leave these words unattended.

- Reread rules, ref. Everything is allowed in this match. Therefore, I will do with him whatever I want. I will do with him wherever I want. I will do with him as much as I want. And when I decide that it is enough, I will throw his body into the ring so that you can start counting. Is it clear?

Going up to the guy, Hawk Moth was about to kick him right in the head so that his head again collided with the metal steps. She absolutely did not care that he could already be unconscious after all that had happened. However, now she planned to do only one thing. The street fighter intended to take the guy’s tied hands and raise him to his feet. Perhaps she would have to keep him from falling, however, she was ready to render him this service.

Turning his arms out and bending him down, the girl led the Perfect Storm to the side, like a policeman detaining a criminal. Many might ask, where the Japanese girl goes? And she was going to give an exhaustive answer, stopping in front of the commentary table. So that everyone understood the seriousness of her intentions, the girl was going to grab the guy by the hair again, and then direct his head down directly onto the microphone! Given the cruelty with which Karen acted, commentators preferred to disperse in different directions, not wanting to fall under the hot hand of Hawk Moth.

The end of her symphony was drawing near. The street fighter intended to rise on the table with the guy she had beaten for his swine behavior. It seems that he was not going to apologize, which means that she has only one way out. By sending the knee strike right to the belly of the Perfect Storm, Hawk Moth intended to make him bend. And in that case, she would have placed his head between her sweaty hips. The audience has already seen this and now they are watching with horror what awaits the guy. Karen was going to grab his waist and with a smile on her face lift him into the air, turning him upside down. Last note. The girl was going to sharply pull the body of the Perfect Storm as high as possible, and then fall into a sitting position in order to direct her opponent down to destroy his body, breaking the table under them. It was the carrion, the rough finisher of Hawk Moth, created to break her rivals!

- Too late, bastard, - were Karen's last words before she threw Jacob down.

A terrible crackle filled the entire space in the hall. The Hawk Moth broke the commentary table with the body of the Perfect Storm, and then there was dead silence. The audience looked with horror at the result of the work of Karen. Perhaps she was not the cruelest girl from the entire federation, however, now many finally realized that when she was angry, she could be put on a par with the wildest bitches that this arena saw. She will get her hardcore belt, it is only a matter of time. Thinking about it, the girl smiled.

With a little groan, the street fighter rose to her feet. Whoever said anything, but falling from such a height was not beneficial for her health either. However, looking at Jacob's insensible and unconscious body, the pain let go of the girl, giving way to peace. Everyone gets what they deserve. And the Japanese girl gave this bastard only what he deserved. Bending down, the Hawk Moth grabbed the Perfect Storm by the ankle, and then dragged his body to the ring. The streets taught her to always keep her word. If you break your word, then you cannot survive. This is the law. The law that everyone must abide by.

Grabbing the guy's hand, Karen threw it under the lower ropes in one motion, and then climbed into the ring herself. It was her moment, and she wanted everyone to see it, so Karen was going to drag Jacob right into the middle of the ring, leaving him lying on his back. And only then would she take a few steps to the side, raising her index finger up.

- I will not allow anyone to think that the girl in the ring is only slender legs, magnificent boobs and a beautiful face! - she said aloud. - Every girl here is a fighter! I am a fighter! And if someone doubts again, then remember this animal, which began to beg me for mercy! - Karen pointed to the body of the Perfect Storm. - And so it will be with everyone! And now, ref, it seems to me that you have a job!

Perhaps Karen’s thoughts were not supported by the whole audience, her words were much more like the truth than anything else that was said in this match. Therefore, she received her portion of applause. She did not even think that things would take such a turn, but today she had to defend the honor of all the girls of this federation. Because she was sure that if any other girl were in her place, the attitude of the lifeless body that lay at her feet would remain exactly the same. But he will never forget this day. And that was the main thing. In the meantime...

- One! Two! - the striped shirt, which had not seen such cruelty for a long time, finally got to work, apparently, the referee girl wanted to finish this match as quickly as possible, because otherwise Karen's cruelty would go beyond all permissible boundaries.

Many people liked to talk. This is human nature. A person always talks a lot. Karen did not consider herself special. Quite the opposite. She considered herself the simplest person in the world. But in some ways she was different from most people. She is always responsible for her words, so she never throws words to the wind. The Japanese girl enjoyed every second, every new count was music to her.

- NINE!! - the audience counted together with the referee.
- TEN!!!!!

Ding-Ding-Ding.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and then the silence was exploded by applause. Her music began and the face of Hawk Moth appeared a satisfied smile. The referee approached the girl and raised her hand up, announcing her the winner of this match. It's fair to say that the Horsewoman of the Apocalypse was counting on her tension debut to be different. However, we have what we have. Today she was a winner, and against all odds, today she made it clear to everyone that women shouldn't be underestimated. Karen shouldn't be underestimated.

There was only one thing left. The street fighter turned and looked at her defeated rival. Her eyes narrowed and she took a step towards his body. The referee blocked her path, but with just one glance she made him abandon the idea of ​​interfering with her. Karen dropped to one knee and tightly closed her fingers around Jacob's throat. It was hard to tell if he was conscious or not, but it didn't really matter to her.

- I want you to remember, Jacob, - she said, - in all the years to come, in your most private moments. I want you to remember my hand at your throat. I want you to remember the woman who beat you.

The Japanese girl let go of Perfect Storm's throat and rolled under the lower rope, leaving the ring and leaving her opponent's body alone with his shame. With a light heart, she began to climb the ramp. She did not hide her emotions. She enjoyed the views of the audience, who clearly liked the fact that the girl was not shy about the fact that she was only in a bra that did not hide her small, but beautiful and neat breasts.

- This is where the legend begins! - she said loudly, raising her fist over her head.

With these words, Karen disappeared behind the curtains. But before she had time to take a step forward, she found herself in Victoria's hugs. The girl breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled, hugging her manager back. She heard the Englishwoman sob, it looks like she was crying.

- Hey, it's okay, - Karen muttered embarrassedly, she didn’t like it when Victoria was crying, - let's go, I need to take a shower, and then we can have a snack, if you're free.
- Yes… of course… - Victoria said in a hoarse voice, it was hard for her to speak, her heart was still beating too fast because of her worries.

The girls went to the locker room.