Ladies and Gentlemen!

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"Tonight, I bring you a special treat. Tonight, I bring you a fight that you will remember and that you will not want to miss." Roulette is in her box, not having lowered it tonight. The fights so far have been okay, they've featured low level names and while they're been entertaining, haven't exactly gotten the crowd going the way she's wanted.

They haven't been yelling yet.

"The ladies who are about to fight need no introduction. I'll let their skills speak for them."

And with that, the lights in the arena lower until there are only two spolights shining on the fight floor where the combatants will appear.

Turning toward her compatriot, Roulette grins, "This ought to be good fun."

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She is lifted off of her feet by a hand wrapped around her throat, and then into the air as Diana takes off to hover in mid-air.

"Pray to your gods, Kara Zor-el. You shall see them soon." A few wisps of smoke still drift from her hair, where Kara's heat vision burned.

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Kara can't focus. She's practically deaf, and the pain in her arm keeps getting worse, like it's breaking apart. Shattering. She chokes out words through Wonder Woman's vice-like grip. "Tell Kal... Sorry..."

She's only a teenager. A teenager being beaten into pulp by an immortal child of the Gods. She inwardly prays that Wonder Woman will snap out of whatever mind-control she's under, because Kara Zor-El has no fight left in her.

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

No such luck, as Diana grabs her roughly by one shoulder, keeping the other gripped around her throat, and pulls. This is not easy, even with her super strength, but Diana grits her teeth and continues.

With a grisly ripping sound Kara's head separates from her body, the skin tearing slowly, and Diana laughs aloud at the blood that sprays across her, soaking her fact, her arms and hands, into her hair.

Another tug and the head comes cleanly off, and Diana lets the body fall to the floor. The noise of the crowd, already ringing from the walls, increases, and she revels in it, catching the head by the hair and lifting it for the crowd to see. Blood drips from her fingertips and splatters onto the floor below.