Hardcore Bird Match: Deathbird vs. Anja the Raven

"Aww, come on. Where would be the fun in that?"
Anja was still grinning when her world literally turned around and she crashed on the mat with a loud *thud* sound. She got carried away quickly into such moments, but had been trained to act instead of just starring at the sky when forced into such situations.

She spread her arms far from and in front of her. There were a multitude of holds she could have been subjected too, and would probably need her arms.

"You see what I mean?" asked Deathbird with a smirk as her move had worked. "You couldn't keep your mouth shut that I was able to take advantage of it." Deathbird would maintain her grip of her own legs scissored around Anja's body for she knew where to go next. As the raven is on her stomach, Deatbird would try to sit on her stomach while holding onto Anja's legs. If she was able to, she would get Anja's legs under her armpits and pull for a boston crab.

"That's the problem with you gymnasts. All work and no play."
Anja was grunting in pain when her legs and lower back were subjected to the pain of a Boston Crab. In all other instances, she would have crawled to the ropes to break the cover, but in a hardcore enviroment this was not a good option.

Although it hurt violently which was very good hearable in her cursing and grunting, she trashed around in the hold, making it hard to keep it locked in.

Deathbird would maintain her grip in the submission as she asked, "Why? What do you do?" She was enjoying herself as she put more pressure on Anja's legs and lower back, hearing the raven cursing and grunting felt like music to her ears. Then Deathbird suddenly felt Anja start to thrash around in hopes of getting out of the submission. She would try to maintain her grip for as long as she can, she didn't want the raven to escape so easily.

"Fucking them...bitches. Vulgar, I know."
with her new won freedom, Anja loved to be vulgar and offensive while in the ring. Especially with girls she didn't know. And pain was the icing of the cake, a real chance to feel alive in a sick way.

"Ah, fuck it. Way to go."
She used one of her trashing moments to try and get a grasp on the trouser of Deathbird, bend to the side with the support of that grip and punch her opponent in the back in the hope to create a situation where they both were got to get hurt a lot.
"Hope you're no girl who can't...take it and...likes to puss out!"

"Hmm, now you're getting interesting." commented Deathbird as she continued the boston crab on Anja. The raven was showing a bit more of herself and Deathbird was thinking that she could be a good addition to her group. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her trousers and when she turned around, Anja was already going at attacking her back.

"GAH! AGH!" Deathbird cried out as the pain was getting intense in her back. It forced her to release Anja from the submission and try to roll away from the raven to get some time to rub her back.

"That's weak. Really. A bunch of 15 year olds would beat me up more severe than you."
The Raven Girl smiled viciously as she felt her legs touch the floor again. Street slang came kind of unintentional to her while she was travelling the world, and now she suffered from the phenomena of adaption to the person you are speaking to, raising or lowering your voice standards. And indeed, punishment had so long been a part of her life that it came natural to her at some point.

to ease her legs and not subject them to standing up immediately. Anja turned on her back again and do a Spinaroonie in hope of hitting Deathbird with her feet as dead weight while she was using other muscles instead of legs and feet.

As Deathbird was trying to get away from Anja, the raven managed to do a Spinaroonie to hit Deathbird with her feet as dead weight. It hit her body a bit, but it wasn't really that painful. She then heard Anja made a remark on how Deathbird can't be as powerful as a group of 15-year olds. But one thing that Anja should know about Deathbird is that she often looks up at other's personal profiles and try to use some of their deepest darkest secrets to her advantage. Maybe it's illegal, maybe not, but she enjoys tormenting others when doing it.

So in response to Anja's last taunt, Deathbird would giggle and say, "Oh, so you want me to do it as hard as your old 'Maskness' or your old bag who made a living on her back instead of raising you?"

*So you read a police report and cracked national data security level 1. Bravo.*
That was probably what she should have been saying. Staying calm and just methodically beating the shit out of her opponent. But somehow, the cocktail of the mention of her mother who she had never met but was a mayor part of herself feeling lost and alone and her suffering at the hands of the Mistress of Mask pushed her over the limit.

"I AM GONNA BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP, UGLY COW!!!"
her conscious was clouded by a red mist as she got on her feet at current top speed and propelled herself forward, grab the head of her opponent to drag her over to the ropes and choke her with the second rope, kicking her over and over again with brute force.

Deathbird smirked as Anja was rushing in to attack with full force. Her talkback had worked and she thought, "Perfect. Now, I have a chance." Deathbird would cringe as the raven pulled her up by the hair, but then she would try to pull off a sneaky move in order to bring Anja down.

As she was being pulled onto her feet, Deathbird would attempt to give a gut punch to Anja to double her over. If she did that, she would then try to grab at Anja's face so they can look eye-to-eye for some reasoning and understanding. "Easy, easy there, raven. You can't deny your past, but neither can I. I too suffered some traumatic events in my time. They altered me as much as I'm sure they altered you."