Bethy Vs. Brandon

Regular Match: Win via pin or submission

Brandon sighed as he entered the gym wearing his normal black pants with his white button up shirt ready to go at it for basically his first match seeing as his technical first one was him having a sword thrown at his face and a beating. He chuckled as he rolled in to the ring throwing a few kicks before he stretched out then throwing a few more just to make sure his legs were stretched out. He then leaned against his corner looking at the cute girl ref smiling at her as she smiled back at him. He closed his eyes letting out a soft yawn as he waited for his opponent to show up.

Bethy's face twisted in detesment. She had never seen anything so nasty in all of her 18 years of living.
Brandon had just silently flirted with an onlooking female referee, and it made her sick just from watching it all.

"Oh stop this shit, right now! Just stop!"
Bethy wails her arms about like a whining 8 year old.

"You're nasty! You flirted with that nasty looking ref! She could have AIDS for all you know! Sheesh!"
To be honest, Bethy had never learned about AIDS until just recently during her Sexual Health class in high school.
But still, brining up the infamous disease in an argument like this had sure made her feel alot smarter than she is.

Brandon opened one eye looking at the girl shaking his head was she serious about what she had just said and not only that did she just insult the referee for their match. The girl ref also looked at her quite angrily at one being called nasty and two being accused of having a sexual disease. Brandon chuckled leaning off the corner "you know its not a good idea to insult our ref nor is it a good idea to accuse people of things effeminately if you don't understand them." "Now that your here we can get started though honestly I could of done with out you showing up at all" the girl ref said giving Bethy a very nasty look apparently not over what she had just said.

"you know its not a good idea to insult our ref nor is it a good idea to accuse people of things effeminately if you don't understand them"

Bethy's eyes twitched in confusion.

"What?"

She never liked big words. Effeminately? That sounded like an insult. She wasn't going to take anymore salty words from anyone, especially not from some flirtatious male. Bethy took a mere second to remember her purpose for being here: to find and rescue her pussy brother, Ronald. As far as she was concerned, nothing was going to stop her from reaching that goal, even if it meant having to beat up some guy some obviously doesn't know how to wear a pair black pants and white shirt.

"Ok, mister!" Bethy brought up both of her gloved fists to her face, awaiting the ref's cue to begin.

Brandon chuckled un buttoning his shirt tossing it to the side he never liked being restricted his movement nor did he like shirts honestly. He showed a very well built physique obviously he was no pushover. He looked over at the ref who looked at both of them before ringing the bell. Brandon moved fowards to the center of the ring slowly moving in a very fluid manner "well then let us begin."

Bethy waited anxiously for the ref to ring the bell, yet somehow, Brandon had looked calm, as if he was almost positive of his victory. Watching the male slowly stride across the canvas casually had only made Bethy bite her bottom lip in anticipation.
Boy, how she wanted to whipe that smirk off of the guy's face, badly.

The sound of the bell ringing was all she needed to hear before she darted towards the male wrestler, telegraphing a punch aimed for his chest.

Brandon watched his opponent run at him he was quite good at reading people and it was obvious she was angry he wondered if it was something he had said or maybe she just hated guys like that other girl. None the less he waited till the last second before sidestepping her punch, with fluid grace his arm moved inside the one she punched with turning it so his hand grabbed the back of her neck before pulling her in to a knee intended for her gut.

A telegraphed punch. That was all it was. Brandon attempted to grab her attacking arm but only to grasp nothing but thin air; an opening that allowed Bethy to counter with her real punch, aimed for his jaw.


Got you, bitch!

Brandon chuckled she was trying to attack across her body that punch wasn't ever happening or not at least against someone with some speed. He moved his head back just enough to let the punch swish by before he moved closer right in to her face. "Got what?" he asked before his knee came up again right in to her exposed body.

"Shit!.....Dumb bitch!"

Were the only words escaping her lips after feeling Brandon's knee digging deeply into her stomache. Bethy instantly fell on one knee, letting Bradon's superior height cast a shadow over her fallen body.

"Fuck! That shit hurts!"
Bethy was never used to being civil about anything, even when she's getting her ass kicked. Even after getting the wind knocked out of her from his knee, she was still as stubborn to win as she was when she first stepped into the ring.

"So you got me once, eh?...."

Bethy looks up at Brandon and whipes a thin stream of blood trickling past her lips.

"Too bad....'cause you still don't know how to DRESS!"

She lunges at him once more. This time, with one knee extended towards Brandon, threatening to break anything that it had come in contact with. So maybe her first punch never worked, but maybe this will.