Bethy Vs. Brandon

Brandon had already backed up away from the girl so he was able to see the knee come rocketing at his face and simply sidestepped out of the way before moving back against the ropes looking at the girl. "Your kidding me right, first you insult the ref, then me and then my way of dressing. You actually have the nerve to call me a dumb bitch when all you have done is insult people and dress up in a costume." Brandon moved forward off the ropes "I'm not in to violence really but I think a hypocrite like you should have some sense knocked in to you."

As Bethy flew across the ring, completely missing her rocketing knee, she quickly rebounded off the ropes and flew back towards Brandon, who only stood casually against the ropes, still chattering away. Too bad he never realized that she never heard a word he said.

"Sorry! What you say?
Bethy teases, her voice tearing through the empty wrestling stadium as her body rockets back towards Brandon with another knee.

Brandon actually moved at Bethy as she came at him with the knee this time he obviously wasn't going to give her any lee way he hated people like her they made a mockery of good people. He would jump right over her knee and tackle her his shoulder driving in to her face taking her and him down to the ground with a loud thud,

"ACK!"
Bethy chokes out as soon as her body collides into the hard mat with Bradon's weight pressing ontop of her.

Wouldn't you know it? A few minutes into the match and already, she was being pinned to the floor. But of all people, why did it have to be the guy who does'nt know how to dress be the one to do pin her to the ground?
Having this slob on top of her was like an insult in itself.

"Fuck! Let go of me! Dammit!"

Bethy squirms underneath his massive weight, spittig out whatever foul words that she could think of, with most of them had never made it into the Enlish Dictionary. But not even her foul language was helping Bethy kick out from underneath his size and bulk. She just couldn't believe it. Not only that Brandon never knew how to dress, but he was a heavy son of a bitch, at that.

"Get the fuck off! Or, I'll scream RAPE!"

Bethy takes in a deep breath, and yells "RAAAAAPE!!!!" as loudly as her lungs had allowed her.

(Brandon is only 135 and 5'6 quite light for a guy this girl has no sense at all does she.)

Brandon looked down at this girl as she started screaming normally he would of cared less but this girl had actually managed to make him some what angry something that was quite hard to do in reality. He suddenly slapped the girl hard across the face hard enough that it would probably daze her and send some spit flying. He then got up on to to two dragging her up on to her feet with one hand he detested violence but this seemed like the only means to get her to shut up and listen. "You know your just a stupid dumb ass kid who won't shut up!" he yelled as used both hands to pick the girl up and slam her hard down on to her back.

( Oh c'mon! You know I got no time to be reading Brandon's profile! Besides, what good would the story be if nobody stretches out minor details a little?)

Brandon's rough hands sunk deep into her shoulders as he tightens his grip on her.

"You know your just a stupid dumb ass kid who won't shut up!"

Bethy was slapped across the face so hard that none of Brandon's bitchy whining had registered with her at all. All she was left to do was to bring a gloved hand over her reddened cheeck, where the older wrestler had struck her. After feeling the slight rash where she was hit, she widened her eyes in shock.

"I...I can't believe it....this guy....he just bitch slapped me!"

Bethy raises her voice in an intense temper.

"You bitch slapped me! What kind of man are you?"

Seriously. Since the match had started, the only thing that had been consistant with Brandon's fighting skills were his constant complaining. Now, just when Bethy thought that Brandon couldn't get any lower, he then decides that it was okay to bitch slap a little girl. Never has Bethy felt so violated in all her life. While Brandon continued to shout in her face like a grown crying baby, she gathers the biggest, most disgusting blob of phlem that her mouth can muster, then spits it directly in his eye. But that was only a mere distraction.
Just in case he responds to her spit in time, Bethy would then bring her sharp knee bone directly to his testicles.

Brandon hardly even noticed the spit that went in to his eye he was about ready to strangle this girl to death but the nicer side of him would never allow for killing. HE roughly picked her her up off her feet with two hands one that had went in between her legs and slammed her down on to the mat with a standard body slam. He would then move away from the girl just a little bit as he would wait for her to start getting up he was going to use finisher now before he seriously got angry and broke her collar bone with it. "I really don't have time to waste on a kid like you nor do I have the patience" he some what whispered out as it was obvious that he was having to control his anger.

(LOL I love this match. lol. Brandon's anger is priceless.)

Bethy was immediatly picked up by Brandon's huge strength, her eyes winced just slightly to the feeling of his rouch fingers digging thier way up between her legs as he prepares for a brutal body slam.
Before Brandon was able to throw the young loud-mouth into the hard mat, she quickly wraps her limbs around one of his arms, using her superior body leverage to maintian a tight armbar while she was still in mid-air.

"So..." Beth finds time to pant out. "You like grabbing on a little girl's crotch, don't you? Well...grab onto....THIS!"
Bethy savagely pulls herself back, tightening her hold in attempt of hyperextending Brandon's elbow joint. Bethy wouldn't let go until his elbow has been popped.

Brandon a little surprised at the move could only smirk as she went to pull back on it there was a problem with her planning he was a completely and utterly unforgiving at this point. So he did the most basic thing he could think of he dropped side ways with the girl still attached to his arm her head was about to get reacquainted with the mat and it defiantly wasn't going to be the nice way. Even if she did let go of his arm she had no time to move out of the way so then it would be Brandon crashing down on to her.

Thanks to the helmet she wore (See pic in profile), that small drop to the mat never did shit to her. She just remained attached to his arm. With the both of them on the floor, Bethy had better leverage and positioning for her armbar. Now being able to use more of her strength, she continued to bear more pressure onto his distressed arm, feeling that his bones would pop any moment.

"I think I hear something breaking down there..."