March of the Valkyries, finale (battle royal)
Aug 30, 2021 16:07:06 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Aug 30, 2021 16:07:06 GMT -5
Minerva and D stare at each other, unmoving from their spots. It’s almost as if they were having a staring contest or fighting the battle out in their minds instead of on the playing field. They each twitch in turn as if about to launch an attack, but then stop.
D makes the first move, sliding a foot toward Minerva. She reacts quickly, twisting as she strikes out with her hand. He blocks her strike, but she’s already moving to the next. A roundhouse kick to the head that D ducks under.
Minerva lands on her feet, moving yet again as D goes for a leaping uppercut. She flips backward to dodge the uppercut, connecting with both feet to the chest in a move that separates the two by nearly six feet.
D and Minerva both land on their feet and lunge at one another. Minerva leaping at D, who ducks and rolls under the attack. Minerva lands on her feet and twists while D spins to his feet.
Minerva goes for a high roundhouse kick, but D ducks. She continues to spin, going for a low roundhouse kick that D backs away from to show an opening as he’s leaned over. Part way through the low kick, Minerva brings her foot straight up to slam into D’s jaw hard enough to send him back flipping away, blood spraying through the air in a high arc away from D.
D lands on his feet and launches at Minerva with a flurry of strikes. Minerva is hard pressed to deflect and block the incoming blows as she slowly backs up. D grabs Minerva by the right elbow, pulls her arm out, and then strikes her armpit with such brutality that a loud pop is heard as her shoulder comes out of socket!
Minerva lets out a yell of pain as she slams her other hand home in a palm strike heart punch that staggers D backwards a few feet as he clutches at his chest and gasps. He composes himself, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
D: Enough, Minerva. You’re hurt.
Minerva: As are you. I know I cracked one of your ribs with that last blow.
D feels his rib cage where he’s pretty sure that a bruise is already forming. He cracks a rare smile.
D: Two ribs.
Minerva sighs, her left arm dangling uselessly.
Minerva: It’s good to see you again.
D: Though I wish circumstances were different, it is good to see you. Do you yield?
Minerva frowns, contemplating trying to put her own shoulder back into place, but she nods.
Minerva: I yield.
The gathered women applaud the display of martial arts. D looks to Esmeralda, his expression having gone cold again.
D: I will know if you renege on your promise today.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I keep my word, D. Do you?
D doesn’t even give that an answer, turning his back on her and starting to walk away. Esmeralda clucks her tongue before taking another drag from her Egyptian cigarette.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I wouldn’t turn my back if I were you, dahling.
D: You won’t harm me now. You wouldn’t dare. Not because you can’t but because it would be beneath you.
Esmeralda sighs, flicking ashes onto the floor.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You know I’m winning that battle royal and when I do…I’m coming for your title, dahling.
D: I will be waiting.
Esmeralda watches as D vanishes from sight and flicks her cigarette butt to the floor. She looks to Minerva and the unconscious trainers with a mixture of pride and disappointment.
Esmeralda von Krauss: My Valkyries who remain. Help your trainers so we can get back to the hotel. I don’t know about any of you, but I am famished.
Esmeralda doesn’t look back as she makes her way out to the waiting bus that had brought them all here from the hotel.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I don’t know who is all planning on being in the battle royal, but I know this. I am deadlier than any of you. I am more skilled than any of you. It’s more out of need than greed that I had become thus, but it is what it is. I have been informed that all I have to do is throw each of you over the top rope to the floor. I have never seen a fighting competition with such easy ways of winning.
Despite the fact that Esmeralda is nearly to the bus, she lights a new Egyptian cigarette with her deep red holder. Her trainers have yet to be loaded into the bus anyway.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I understand that I will not be able to do as many aerial moves as I would like to as someone could catch me via luck and throw me over the top rope. So, I will stand my ground and throw everyone else out. It’s a simple strategy that I believe will work well.
Esmeralda stands and smokes her cigarette while she watches Minerva direct the carrying of her unconscious other trainers into the bus. She makes a mental note to call her “on call medic” to get Minerva and the trainers looked at so they can perform their duties as trainers properly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: D. There will come a time where you are no longer needed and I will need to put you down. Until such a time, you remain my top judge. Even if you do not like it. Even if it damns your soul…like it damned mine.
Esmeralda finishes the cigarette and boards the bus, the last one to do so. The bus begins to move, heading back to the hotel.
D makes the first move, sliding a foot toward Minerva. She reacts quickly, twisting as she strikes out with her hand. He blocks her strike, but she’s already moving to the next. A roundhouse kick to the head that D ducks under.
Minerva lands on her feet, moving yet again as D goes for a leaping uppercut. She flips backward to dodge the uppercut, connecting with both feet to the chest in a move that separates the two by nearly six feet.
D and Minerva both land on their feet and lunge at one another. Minerva leaping at D, who ducks and rolls under the attack. Minerva lands on her feet and twists while D spins to his feet.
Minerva goes for a high roundhouse kick, but D ducks. She continues to spin, going for a low roundhouse kick that D backs away from to show an opening as he’s leaned over. Part way through the low kick, Minerva brings her foot straight up to slam into D’s jaw hard enough to send him back flipping away, blood spraying through the air in a high arc away from D.
D lands on his feet and launches at Minerva with a flurry of strikes. Minerva is hard pressed to deflect and block the incoming blows as she slowly backs up. D grabs Minerva by the right elbow, pulls her arm out, and then strikes her armpit with such brutality that a loud pop is heard as her shoulder comes out of socket!
Minerva lets out a yell of pain as she slams her other hand home in a palm strike heart punch that staggers D backwards a few feet as he clutches at his chest and gasps. He composes himself, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
D: Enough, Minerva. You’re hurt.
Minerva: As are you. I know I cracked one of your ribs with that last blow.
D feels his rib cage where he’s pretty sure that a bruise is already forming. He cracks a rare smile.
D: Two ribs.
Minerva sighs, her left arm dangling uselessly.
Minerva: It’s good to see you again.
D: Though I wish circumstances were different, it is good to see you. Do you yield?
Minerva frowns, contemplating trying to put her own shoulder back into place, but she nods.
Minerva: I yield.
The gathered women applaud the display of martial arts. D looks to Esmeralda, his expression having gone cold again.
D: I will know if you renege on your promise today.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I keep my word, D. Do you?
D doesn’t even give that an answer, turning his back on her and starting to walk away. Esmeralda clucks her tongue before taking another drag from her Egyptian cigarette.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I wouldn’t turn my back if I were you, dahling.
D: You won’t harm me now. You wouldn’t dare. Not because you can’t but because it would be beneath you.
Esmeralda sighs, flicking ashes onto the floor.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You know I’m winning that battle royal and when I do…I’m coming for your title, dahling.
D: I will be waiting.
Esmeralda watches as D vanishes from sight and flicks her cigarette butt to the floor. She looks to Minerva and the unconscious trainers with a mixture of pride and disappointment.
Esmeralda von Krauss: My Valkyries who remain. Help your trainers so we can get back to the hotel. I don’t know about any of you, but I am famished.
Esmeralda doesn’t look back as she makes her way out to the waiting bus that had brought them all here from the hotel.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I don’t know who is all planning on being in the battle royal, but I know this. I am deadlier than any of you. I am more skilled than any of you. It’s more out of need than greed that I had become thus, but it is what it is. I have been informed that all I have to do is throw each of you over the top rope to the floor. I have never seen a fighting competition with such easy ways of winning.
Despite the fact that Esmeralda is nearly to the bus, she lights a new Egyptian cigarette with her deep red holder. Her trainers have yet to be loaded into the bus anyway.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I understand that I will not be able to do as many aerial moves as I would like to as someone could catch me via luck and throw me over the top rope. So, I will stand my ground and throw everyone else out. It’s a simple strategy that I believe will work well.
Esmeralda stands and smokes her cigarette while she watches Minerva direct the carrying of her unconscious other trainers into the bus. She makes a mental note to call her “on call medic” to get Minerva and the trainers looked at so they can perform their duties as trainers properly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: D. There will come a time where you are no longer needed and I will need to put you down. Until such a time, you remain my top judge. Even if you do not like it. Even if it damns your soul…like it damned mine.
Esmeralda finishes the cigarette and boards the bus, the last one to do so. The bus begins to move, heading back to the hotel.
