I'm far classier than that, so it'd have to be Olive Garden or the Melting Pot...
by Kalysto
There were a few stars popping up between her eyeballs and eyelids, and she was almost certain there was a large lump forming at the connection point of her skull and his ridiculous title. She heard Kade's comment, and she groaned as she cracked her eyes open to glare at the smirking Demon in Black.
"Pretty sure I'm not as much a whore as you are," she remarked. "A hundred girls, congrats... or was it just the two with fifty STDs a piece?"
Kade snorted, sitting up slowly while Kaly pushed up to her hands and knees, shaking her head to get rid of the cobwebs. The Intercontinental champ rolled toward his left, getting up onto his knees and leaning toward the left to put his weight on that one. This allowed Kade to start hammering heavy fists into Kaly's spine, sending her splaying out onto the canvas yet again. "You have an unnatural obsession with my bedroom etiquette, you know that? I think your focus is completely misplaced."
Grabbing the challenger by the arm, Kade hoisted Kaly up with him as he gingerly made it to his feet. The arm in his grasp was wrenched behind her back, and Kade kept that arm right where it was when he scooped Kaly up and held her above his head in an impressive military press. Kaly grit her teeth together to keep her shout of pain at bay, and Kade decided he wasn't going to simply settle for that. Temporarily, he let a good amount of her weight settle on his left arm while the right torqued on the twisted arm in its hold, putting more strain and pressure on her shoulder. Each tug sent a surge of fire through her, and by the fourth time, Kaly was audibly yelping.
With his left arm beginning to scream at him as well, Kade opted to shift his opponent's weight solely onto his right in order to toss the blonde bombshell across the ring to the nearest side of the cage, watching with masked glee when the woman collided with the mesh haphazardly. Kaly was feeling it, regardless, especially when the shock of the collision went right through her and shook her sore shoulder before she fell to the ring right onto it. Another hoarse shout ripped itself from her lips, her shoulder feeling on fire. Arm for an arm and all that, wasn't it...
Kade strode toward his downed opponent, grabbed her by the throat, and hoisted her into the air once more. This time, he slammed her spine-first into the cage side, once, twice, three times. By the fifth shot, the fans were chanting along with the count, and Viper had gotten her pom-poms hooked together in a fashion to slam them into Kaly's lower back after each slam against the cage mesh. A dull clang issued out after every shot, echoing slightly around the immediate area.
"Does that sounds funny to you?" JR asked.
King, of course, was distracted. "What? Viper's just cheering her stablemate on!"
"That sure doesn't sound like those are just pom-poms. There might be steel pipes in those handles!"
Although she couldn't hear a word the commentators were saying, Kaly was thinking along the same lines. Those pom-poms were a bitch, but what was one to expect when they were in Viper's possession? Her spine was having a fit of spasms, her shoulder feeling like it was falling right off her torso, and she was certain those barbed wire-wrapped pom-poms were creating a mess of whatever clothing they could hook onto. Feeling the necessity to breathe becoming alarmingly... well, more necessary as the darkness began to cloud the edges of her vision, Kaly released the wrist of the hand holding her throat, and linked her fingers around the mesh of the cage. When Kade tried to pull her away again, he found resistance, and was met with two boots to the face.
Kade stumbled back after releasing Kaly, and having the presence of mind to know her surroundings, Kaly held fast to the cage until she felt herself stand steady on the top rope. Not giving herself a moment to figure out her next plan of action, the blonde leapt off, sailing across the ring toward the champion, and took them both down to the mat with a flying lariat. Kade hit the canvas with his back, and Kaly landed hard on her sore shoulder, eliciting a hiss at her pain.
But she was swift to her knees, and scrambled toward the downed man, grabbing onto his hair with one hand while the other slammed into his face several times. Every few punches, the sapphire eyes would dart around the arena, searching. "I'm gonna guess," she stated as she kept up her flying fists, "you're not gonna tell me if Damien and Rage are gonna show up sometime soon, since you've had Viper and Nobody around already."
Kade smirked as his arms moved from blocking his head to sending his own hands flying toward her face, knocking her away and onto her ass with one heavy left cross. "You'll just have to find out like everyone else."
"Wonderful."
Not quite, however, when the sole of Kade's boot struck her in the sternum and sent Kaly rolling away toward the ropes.
