Post by Crymson on Mar 15, 2009 21:41:20 GMT -5
Kim was right. She was way tough now. Funny how it takes weeks of embarrassments to get your head out of your ass in the ring. Crymson tried to use that aggression against her for yet another humiliating defeat for Kim Hunter... but Kim kept coming. So Crymson had to keep answering. She knew she could do it... and finally, a monkey flip that launched Kim across the ring finally gave her the opening. Crymson quickly answered with a stomp and a cartwheel elbow drop. It is now that she felt the adrenaline pick up, the soreness from Kim's underhanded tactics fading away.
Even Crymson missing her newly adapted finisher, a frog splash, wasn't enough to slow Crymson. She recovered, didn't allow Kim to use that momentum, and finally, nailed her with her new frog splash. She landed with such force, that Crymson's small body bounced off of Kim's. The searing sensation in her ribs was new to her, but the adrenaline wouldn't let her stop. She rolled over, covering Kim, who didn't even try to kick out. Crymson knew she found a great new alternative to frying brain cells with a kick to the temple.
She stood over Kim, no celebration apparent. She stared down her own "handiwork." Nothing to say, nothing to cheer about. No, her fists didn't even unclench. It was the silent fury that she stared down her rival with. Finally, she dropped to a knee next to Kim's head, and leaned her face down so that Kim could hear her plain and clear: "You think of EVER trying to pull what you pulled again, I WILL cut you. I know that you know that I'm more than happy to."
She stared Kim in her groggy eyes, the firey burn of red piercing Kim deep in the soul. That was all that needed to be said, as Crymson rolled under the bottom rope, and calmly walked up the ramp. It was clearly evident that she was still quite furious.
Even Crymson missing her newly adapted finisher, a frog splash, wasn't enough to slow Crymson. She recovered, didn't allow Kim to use that momentum, and finally, nailed her with her new frog splash. She landed with such force, that Crymson's small body bounced off of Kim's. The searing sensation in her ribs was new to her, but the adrenaline wouldn't let her stop. She rolled over, covering Kim, who didn't even try to kick out. Crymson knew she found a great new alternative to frying brain cells with a kick to the temple.
She stood over Kim, no celebration apparent. She stared down her own "handiwork." Nothing to say, nothing to cheer about. No, her fists didn't even unclench. It was the silent fury that she stared down her rival with. Finally, she dropped to a knee next to Kim's head, and leaned her face down so that Kim could hear her plain and clear: "You think of EVER trying to pull what you pulled again, I WILL cut you. I know that you know that I'm more than happy to."
She stared Kim in her groggy eyes, the firey burn of red piercing Kim deep in the soul. That was all that needed to be said, as Crymson rolled under the bottom rope, and calmly walked up the ramp. It was clearly evident that she was still quite furious.
