Lady Phantom vs Dmitri

"Mind your own business, nerd," she replied curtly to his questions, scoffing. "I mean, just look at yourself! Who heck in their right mind going into a ring wearing that kind of trash? Are you underestimating this place?"

The way he picked himself up, she probably had done more than enough damage to his leg. Good. A limping opponent was almost as good as a sitting duck. Not to give Dmitri too much time to recover, Lady Phantom charged at him again pretending like she's trying to punch his face, only to try grab one of his arms in order to whip him to the nearest corner. Maybe it's about time to teach him about dressing code in this business.

"Trash?" He raised an eyebrow, skyhigh. Maybe it wasn't the flashiest thing going on, but...trash? "I've seen people dressed as cops, a sumo wrestler, a belly dancer, a cat, a ninja - everything under the sun, but a shirt and slacks is off-limits? What?"

Before he had time to really elaborate, she rushed at him and came his way with a punch - or so he thought and prepared for, getting his arms up for it. Instead, she just grabbed him and threw him in the corner, his back slamming hard against the turnbuckle, hanging there while he shook it off.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." chided Lady Phantom as she walked towards the corner where Dmitri was thrown. "Those things you're mentioned still looked better than your lame outfit, geek boy," she sneered. "You might as well showing up with just your boxer and it'd still look better... Well, actually I think I can help with that..."

A devious smile appeared on the masked girl's face as she thought of something. Just to make sure that he wouldn't try something funny, Lady Phantom would attempt to grab his arms and slipped it under the ropes, so she could send her knee to his belly one more time.

From there, her plan was to grab at the shirt of Dmitri so she could tear it forcefully and tossed it outside the ring. She bet none of the audience would even bother to pick it up, which might justify her labeling it as trash. Who's really desperate to get them some plain shirt which you could get almost anywhere in the city?

Dmitri had no idea what Lady Phantom was thinking as she approached him, and a feeling deep inside his gut told him that he didn't want to know - whatever it was, it wouldn't bode well.

Sure enough, she had more trickery in mind, as she laid into him with a fierce knee to his stomach, battering the already well-battered region. Air rushed out of Dmitri's throat, and before he had the chance to take in any more, she was all over him, pulling at his shirt with impressive strength.

She ripped it clean and tore it out, throwing it to the audience - who, surprise, surprise, had little interest in a plain t-shirt. Dmitri wasn't embarrassed by his body - he worked out regularly and had a good build going on; not a body builder by any stretch, but he filled out well. But it was his body, and his to show off when and where he wanted to - not now, and not here.

He could almost feel the heat from his flushing cheeks as the embarrassment started to mount. He stood up and threw a wild punch at her, staggering forward on his weakened leg as he did.

"Hah, even this looks better..." Lady Phantom chuckled as she saw Dmitri's exposed upper half. "How about we took off the pants ne-"

Her words were cut abruptly by the punch that came out of nowhere, hitting her cheek with enough force to sent her flying backwards without any need for exaggeration. The masked girl staggered as she was dazed by the strike, one hand holding her seemingly swelling cheek. She was being nice by giving him some advice and this was what she got? Well, someone's going to pay big time for this, and it's not her for sure.

"F-fucking nerd..." she muttered while glaring to the corner. "I'm going to fuck you up real bad, asshole!"

Direct hit, and it looked like it really rocked her world, too - in fact, he was starting to notice a distinct pattern, here.

He glared back. "You know, you keep chiding me for not being dressed like a wrestler, but you don't act like much of one." He pointed a finger her way, stepping out of the corner - aggression really wasn't his nature, but there was only so much his buttons could be pressed, and she seemed intent on double tapping every one of them. "At least I can take a punch and not go flying. You may look more like a wrestler than I do, but I act more like a wrestler than you act." Slight pause. "Look. I mean, you look more like-I'm more of a wrestler than you are, is what I'm trying to say; English isn't my first language."

Lady Phantom rolled her eyes and sighed at his pathetic attempt of a speech, unable to believe that geek boy had the nerve to lecture her about wrestling. This guy was asking for his own funeral. Ignoring his babbling, the masked girl proceeded forward, trying to lash a kick to shut him up. Dmitri starting to piss her off when he said she didn't act like a wrestler, and she's going to teach him a lesson to zip his lip with another kick to the gut.

"Yeah?! Let's see how you'd take... THIS!" yelled Lady Phantom angrily as she swung her leg.

His legs still unsteady, it was too much of a pain to move out of the way - he managed to get his hand down to block it and dull the effect, somewhat, but it still hit and it hit hard - she might not have been too keen on taking pain, but she was good enough about dishing it out.

Dmitri rose and came at her, hobbling forward to try and get a hold of her and wrap his arms around her waist, trying to push her into the turnbuckle with as much force as he could muster from his bum legs - not too much at the moment, but they were steadily getting better.

He blocked the kick to irritate her even more, but Lady Phantom knew better than to let her emotion got the best out of her. They're still in a fight, and she got some defending to do. This time, she attempted to stood her ground while pushing him off her as well, wanting to show her opponent that all this time she only made him look somewhat decent.

"I'll show you who's the better wrestler here..." she hissed while fending him off.

Lady Phantom wasn't planning to defend herself for too long, though. She would attempt to wrap her arms around his midsection instead before lifting him up, planning to take Dmitri down with a belly to belly suplex.

She was strong - for a woman, especially a woman her size, she was incredibly strong; Dmitri almost felt like she was slowly but surely pushing her back, winning their test of strength. She didn't look all that built from a glance, so where was she hiding all that power?

Suddenly she stopped push and started pulling, drawing him in close and holding her in soft, silken grasp - Dmitri was fairly sure he could have fought his way out of there with enough time, but she wasn't giving it to him; in the next moment he was hefted up and thrown clean over her in a suplex, hitting the ground right on his already aching head

"Damn it..." He moaned, placing his palms flat on the floor as he tried to get back up.