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IRL!

(Friday, August 12th, 2022)

SmackDown Live!

Raleigh, North Carolina

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With a fist full of Ronda's hair I smash her face into the mat several times, honestly hoping her nose breaks. I don't give a fuck anymore. As I raise her back up, she tries shoving me back so I spin around and round house kick her in the back of the head, spending her back into the mat once again.

"What now, Ronda? Huh? HUH?! You were so confident twenty seconds ago!" I scream as the crowd boo's loudly. "Shut up!" I quickly yank Ronda up by her tank top as the security and refs step into the ring.

"That's enough, Crimson." One of them warns as they all start waving their arms at me to stop. Oh, but I'm just getting started.

I smile at them sweetly before turning around and shoving Ronda into the ring post behind me. Her shoulder smacks into the ring post loudly as she grunts in pain.

"Crimson Kae has LOST IT, Michael!" Pat shouts. "She is not taking it from Rousey, the crowd, the refs, or security."

"Careful Pat, or she'll come for you next." Michael Cole retorts.

A hand lands on my shoulder as my breathing rages. "That's enough, Crimson, get ba-" I step back, super kicking one of the security workers in the chin knocking him back. Oops. Ronda can pay for that later, since she's so 'made of money' and can afford it...

"Oh my, God! Crimson Kae just super kicked one of the security!" Pat's voice rings out. I look up glaring at the other security workers and the rest of them take a step back as I shove past them to grab the duffle bag Ronda brought out. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, Ronda.

"You shouldn't have opened your big mouth, Ronda." I spit out as she stumbled back from the post and before I can blink she rocks my jaw with her forearm. It's pretty weak, but it didn't feel great nonetheless.

What it did do is just piss me off further.

Ronda swings her good arm back, favoring her other that slammed into the post, and gives my chest a nice chop.

I grit my teeth. "That all you got?"

"Bitch." She mutters, slapping my chest again.

"Come on!" I yell at her with wide eyes and Ronda scrunches her nose, going for a third before I slap her arm away, jamming my foot into her stomach sending her to her knees.

"I-I think she liked that, Michael." Pat comments.

"Yes, it seems Ronda's attempt to fight back only fueled Crimson further." Michael agrees causing me to smirk.

I shove the duffle bag over Ronda's head and grab her arms as she tries to fight her way out of it before I rear my leg back while tugging on her arms and my knee connects with her face and the crowd explodes.

"OHHH!!" Pat yells. "Ronda Rousey may be out cold after th- SHE'S GOING FOR A SECOND ONE!"

All I can see is red as yank Ronda's arms and smash my knee into her face once again before dropping them like dead weight and cutely jump back as her body falls forward to the ground.