Contrast of styles

You know Riot pretty well, seeing as you used to team with her. Of course, she knows you just as well, so it's not like you have an advantage. But whatever. The point is that you know this girl flips around the ring as good as any luchador, and you're going to have to slow her down.

"C'mere, Cynthia. You know you've missed riding my hotrod." You stop stalking her and spread your arms. You're hoping that using her real name pisses her off.

She gets a little smirk on her face.

"You know, Thunder, I don't think I ever told you..." She traces your chest with a finger. "just how much I..."

ANd then she steps back and throws a high kick right into your face!

"Can't stand that line!" She runs off the ropes and hits you in the chest with a dropkick. You go stumbling backwards and catch yourself on the ropes.

Riot's running at you again, and you duck at the last second. But she spins through the ropes with a 619 and lands in front of you. You were expecting that though, and you quickly scoop her up on your shoulders. You run towards the turnbuckle and plan to slam her into it, but she slips off your shoulders at the last second. You only get stopped a split second before crashing into it face first, then spin around with a chop, but she's already halfway across the ring, laughing.

"You're gonna have to stop playing around and wrestle me, girly." You snarl. "You can't run from me all day."

"Oh, I don't have to run all day. Just until you wear out - and by the looks of your lovehandles, that won't take long."

This insult enrages you. You're proud of your abs.

"GRRAAAAHHH!!" You yell as you lunge towards her.