Dark Angel vs Tatyina (Complete)

Angel had actually imagined how she would one day punish some of the people she hated in the ring. Tatyina wasn't exactly one of those people, but as this was her debute match there was really no better time. Perhaps the defenseless saint was not the ideal target, but it was a target nonetheless. Despite how apparently kind the girl was, Angel had to punish her for being weak. She had to show just how serious she was. And she had to make others fear her. As the two reached the corner turnbuckle, Angel flipped the girl onto her back and stood over her for a moment to stare at her pained, bloody face. She could get use to this.

She bent over and lifted the girl up by her waist so her legs were in the air and pressed her body against the corner. She bent the girls legs backwards over the top rope so her boots were crossed under the corner connector and trapped. With Tatyina's feet wedged, Angel released her so her body just hung in the corner upside down in a tree of woe. She walked around the ring for a moment while admiring her work. More importantly, it gave Tatyina time to think about her situation. Angel finally walked back to the dangling girl and kicked her square in the abdomen. Then she did it again. And again.

Tatyina was helpless as she was dragged over to the corner. Whens he was flipped onto her back, only out of instinct did her hands curl upward to her bloodied face. Everything in her body and soul was dulled by the teasing grip of unconsciousness. She was just awake enough to realize she was in dire pain, her body moaning out in pain.

She didn't even strugle as Talia hoisted her up and affixed her like a bloody rag draped over an olde tyme barber's pole. Her taped hands scraped against the ring mat as Talia paced about like a lioness watching a gazelle slowly die. She tried to form a weak smile but her body didn't even trip. As Talia started kicking her, she began to cough up blood that dripped into her eyes and forehead and onto the mat. She spewed it out but her body made no sounds other than the thud of the boot against bruised flesh and coughing gasps and groans.

The boos were getting louder and louder. And as they did, Angel's kicks were getting harder and harder. As Tatyina started to cough up blood, the referee wasn't sure if it was from the bloody nose or something else and rushed in to push Angel away from the broken girl. With a cruel, sadistic smile hidden underneath her mask, Angel lifted up her arms with her palms inward as if taunting the audience into doing something about it. But they wouldn't, not the fans at least. They weren't heroes, just people watching and enjoying whatever happened in the ring. And Angel was proving it. "No ones going to come to your aid, Tatyina..." she yelled from the other side of the ring to the hanging girl. "Because they don't care about you. They boo so they can sleep tonight with a clear mind. The reality is they enjoy this as much as I do."

Angel stopped moving as she got to the opposite corner of the ring. "Otherwise, they would have helped you. Any humane person would." At least, that was what Angel believed. No one ever came to her aid, why would they come to Tatyina's? "And I hope tonight you sleep as well as they do..." she trailed off as she crouched down. In a full sprint, the masked girl charged towards the girl from the other side of the ring. The referee turned around just as Angel got close and stepped out of the way. "Good night!" she shrieked as she got airborne. The girl dove with her feet forward and together targeted straight at Tatyina's face. The resulting blow would likely be strong enough to knock the girl's feet free from the ring post. It seemed Angel was finally finished with the girl.

Tatyina could only hear the taunting words, the boos, the anger as ghostly echoes in her mind. Despite the bright lights of the arena, her eyes were filled with blurry, monstrous visions. Her head was swimming and her tongue felt like it was crawling out of her rough, leaving a trail of blood behind it. She only tasted lukewarm iron and the burning stomach acid she churned up with it as she coughed, each reverberation sending a wave of pain down her body. Her eyes were so salty from tears and blood that they were only pale slits. She felt like she was in a nightmare and then suddenly, her whole world went black.

The crowd let out a collective gasp as Tatyina's face took the flying drop kick with full force. Her body flopped forward like a ragdoll and draped over Talia like a blood-soaked skin and bones blanked that oozed off her. There was no motion in her chest as she collapsed and the horrified referee began waving her arms int he air frantically. She should have called out the bell long ago, but by the letter of the la, it hadn't ended. Now as the filled the cheers with boos, the referee roughly grabbed Talia's hand and yanked her tot he center of the ring, scowling at her as she held her hand up in victory.

Paramedics were flying down the ramp even before the last of the bell echoed and the boos almost drowned out the announcer as she called out Dark Angel's name. Tatyina was put on a stretched and quickly lifted out of the ring, the paramedics frantically trying to revive her as the whispers of her not breathing passed between them.

When Tatyina was carted off the ring, the boos became more. The audience showed their disapproval with more than just a droning chorus of admonishment. Sodas, popcorn tubs, hotdogs and even a shoe or two started rain upon the ring. Perhaps they were savages, but even they did not come to the arena to have their blood lust slaked at the cost of another girl's life.

As Angel's brutal kick connected with the defenseless girl's head, she felt her body collapse on top of her. The masked girl was in no rush to shrug the body off since she knew Tatyina had to have been out. At first, it wasn't clear to her why the referee had rung the bell. There was no pin or submission on Tatyina's part, and usually KOs were only officially called off submission holds anyways. Usually. And yet the match was now over, before Angel was ready for it to finish. Whatever, I'm sure she had enough. Even though her theme song roared through the arena, all focus was on the motionless body of Tatyina and the paramedics rushing into the ring. They pushed her out as quickly as they had rushed in, as if time was of the essence.

The boos got quiet as Tatyina was carted off, the crowd showing concern for the critically injured girl. The jeers got extremely loud as soon as the paramedics were out of sight. Angel did feel that there was a rather weak reaction from her kick. It was as if there was less resistance than there should have been in the girl's head. Still, in her eyes, Tatyina had many ways out of her predicament. She was the one that pushed the match along when she could have submitted long before. It was only out of that misplaced pride, arrogance, or whatever it was, that the girl had gotten injured too badly. As the debris rained down around her, she casually climbed out of the ring and walked up the ramp. She didn't plan on thinking about her opponent's well-being, so there was no reason to start now.

Dark Angel wins by KO