>>21293890“So my immediate thought, Maaike, if I’d never seen you before? I’d do my best to keep away from you, but never think it’s impossible to be caught. I’d target your legs and arms, and every time you stumbled or lost grip of me, I’d go for the head. Knees or forearms, mostly, to try and mitigate you grabbing a punch or kick and taking the advantage. Keep chipping away until you were tired or frustrated or I just got a lucky shot to your temple, leave you dazed and then hit you with something big. That's not arrogance; that's wrestling. You WILL be caught eventually, and even some pipsqueak is going to lift you up or send you flying, somehow."
"This is gonna sound dumb, kid, but sometimes just letting the crowd know you’re going for some signature offence makes it that much more impactful. Don’t be afraid to add some theatrics. People think of me as all kinds of things because I’ve got these finger guns and I know how to use them – but hearing the crowd let you know *they know* what’s coming is gonna let you hit a little bit harder, every fucking time. Next time you go for that pumphandle, take a look at the crowd and you’ll see their phones lighting up like crazy to try and get a photo. There’s nothing like it...”
“Ah, fuck, anyway, that’s all the obvious shit yeah? ‘Little gal chops down the tree.’ Those monkeys on commentary say it all the time. So besides that, against me specifically? I think it’s your inexperience. This is gonna sound like a brag, kid, but it’s not: to me, all of you are inexperienced. There are probably only three people in this place who have the ring-time I do, and two of them are your coaches here. Goddess above, that goes for you too, Red. I first saw you in that original tournament last year, and you got FUCKED by Priscilla in like five minutes just a few months ago.”
>[For the first time, LILLITH averts her gaze and looks at the floor.] 