Chapter 792 Strength & Finesse
What happened was: first, Quinn took a sideways stance where her back would be against her 6-foot staff, same hand still in the same position, but her free hand was now almost at the other end of the stick—though it wasn’t visible from Roxanne and Melina’s POVs. Furthermore, the way the stick was positioned was relative to how each of them was looking at the end of it.
To give a much simpler explanation, Quinn looked like she was doing some sort of trick shot while playing billiards while the two could only see the “circle” of the end of the stick, a fraction of a second before they got hit.
With that said, after Quinn took that stance, she relaxed her grip on the end of her stick before she used her free hand to violently push it all the way, then retracting it back after making contact as if nothing happened. However, what exactly happened after that was leave a perfect circular imprint on Roxanne and Melina’s foreheads that hurt more than a simple finger flick could do.
The two were on their knees or rolling around in pain was proof of that but I didn’t even notice the majority of the de Leon family shivering in fear.
They looked like they were reliving some nightmare hidden beneath the depths of their psyche and that wooden pop was the trigger for them to remember it with their bodies. They even instinctively touched the place they got struck and it was all just headshots.
‘So that’s how she got her practice…’
I was actually surprised that Quinn could do such a maneuver because her weapon of choice was different from that long, long pole. If anything, she wouldn’t be able to do the same technique with her main weapon because of the shape it had.
‘Well, unless she decides not to attach it— wait, that’s totally it…’
Granted her halberd-hybrid could do a lot more damage than a simple metal staff, the worst thing you could get hit by was something nigh unavoidable.
In essence, that move was simply a thrust but it had levels to it.
I taught a similar class before and the way to do it was to go from point A to point B as quickly as possible, without changing directions—akin to a straight punch. But this time, what Quinn added was to align her staff with the way her opponent was looking at her and her weapon.
I’ve said it earlier but in Melina or Roxanne’s POV, they barely saw the “circle” grow in size—possibly a few millimeters—before they got hit in the forehead.
If it got swung to the side or got thrust at a slightly different angle, they would’ve seen it easier and would have had a higher chance to avoid it but Quinn did it with so much finesse, even I would have a hard time dodging it if I was in the same position.
‘Imagine if it had a sharpened end…’
From this point on, the whole place just ground to a stop and if Quinn and Tatiana deemed it, they could end the match and be crowned the Champions of Champions and take the enhanced reward with them plus the two they wiped the floor with. However, Quinn took a step back with a smirk as she switched places with Tatiana.
‘Right… this was supposed to be a tag-team match…’
As Roxanne and Melina eventually got to their feet, all they saw was Tatiana wearing a maniacal smile.
Tatiana was looking at the two like wet puppies that wandered into her yard and there was a momentary pause before she looked like she was gonna tear them apart.
It only took a second before Tatiana disappeared from their view and quickly appeared in front of Melina, but instead of swinging her stick down, her right arm was posed for a chop. At the same time, Melina managed to raise her two sticks to block but they just broke in half like they were fucking twigs.
𝓝𝗈𝓥𝑬𝓁𝑵𝗲xt.𝑐𝑜𝓶
Melina was just waiting to get hit at this point, because her eyes were already closed, but Tatiana went ahead and switched to Roxanne who was about to back Melina up.
Like Melina, Roxanne was sporting this red circular spot on their foreheads—that made it a nice little target—but Tatiana had other plans.
As Roxanne made the first swing, Tatiana lifted up in the air and kicked each of Roxanne’s hands—making her grimace in pain and let go of her sticks—before she flicked her wrist and hit Roxanne right on her forehead, leaving a red and swollen lash.
If the first circular spot didn’t hurt, this 3-inch lash-like spot would make it feel like a motherfucker.
Roxanne was once again on her knees, clutching her forehead, but Melina was just about to open her eyes and see what had just happened.
What she saw was Tatiana and Quinn towering above her like this particular lampshade while she was this particular letter “I” about to receive that particular stomping.
It’s just that unless she was about to get double-teamed by these monsters, sexually, she should be declaring her loss at that moment.
But she didn’t.
After a short while, let’s just say the two monsters had some “creative” way of branding the other two’s foreheads because instead of just tea-bagging them, they received the Tatiana and Quinn Dick and Balls Special that required them to get hit a few more times.
And even if we did get to see a finals fight for the women’s division, it was still a one-sided beatdown.
Mr. Cuervo had a little bit of hope when his assistants took the reins but he looked like he aged a few years, bled from all of his orifices, and lost a million dollars from this fight’s conclusion.
But to be fair, it was still an entertaining fight to see that didn’t leave any permanent injuries—but yeah, those brands on Roxanne and Melina’s foreheads would stay for a short bit.
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