Envy vs. Vanessa York - A Match of Ice And Fire

”Fucking bitch...fucking, goddamn, rutty, cheapshooting…”

Vanessa was going through almost curse and insult in her vast library of jeers. She didn’t have much else to do at the moment, so she figured she might as well mouth off as much possible. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t sit up. Damn sure couldn’t give Vanessa the beating she so rightly deserved. She was a sitting duck, easy prey for the frigid bitch to do with as she pleased.

As it turned out, what Envy wanted was to get her back up, as she tugged her hair hard and forced her back to her feet, making her stand...and doing nothing else. Give Vanessa a little to recoup and move back in. Her mistake.

Vanessa sneered and started tor rear back - a little slowed, weaker than usual, but still willing to go. Always willing to fight.

Before she got that chance, though...something happened. All Vanessa knew was that something came out of Envy’s mouth, then everything became black and extremely painful.

Screaming and shrieking, Vanessa fell on her back and rolled about, frantically rubbing away on her eyes as she went into a panicked fit. ”What is this? [I]What is this?!”

Oh, that was SO satisfying for Envy. Spitting things in an opponent’s face was never the most dignified of pursuits, but hey, on that front it seemed to be a lot worse from the other girl’s point of view!

Envy pressed the back of her hand to her lips and giggled profusely at Vanessa’s plight. The way the rowdy redhead had started to swing at her, only to get splattered straight in the face with poison mist, was sweet retribution mixed with sheer slapstick appeal. Envy cackled as Vanessa rolled helplessly at her feet, dabbing her eyes, a piteous sight. This was what the blonde wanted everyone to remember, results be damned.

The crowd were raucous as the remonstrating ref girl, but Envy didn’t mind the vitriol. Just meant they were paying attention, and drinking in her dominance.

“What’s this?” Envy stood over her opponent, mocking her wails. “It’s your prize, honey! A free of charge makeover! I think it’s an improvement!” The heel emphasised her point by jamming her boot into Vanessa’s ribs, a final derisory kick to her poor downed foe.

“See you around!” Envy grinned as she started to leave the ring. “Well, if you ever manage to get that shit out of your eyes, anyway,” she smirked, with smug, casual cruelty. She was exiting as a loser, but at least she’d made an impression!