[center][color=crimson][h3][b]HOUSEN[/b][/h3][/color][/center]
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[color=crimson]"No. No no no, this is all wrong"[/color], was Housen's response as the situation developed, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. He had barely noticed the deadening of sound around him, if at all, as such things were to be expected when one battled superhuman threats from all over the world. Powers were varied and often nonsensically grouped together, or perhaps there had been two villains at large, still adapting on the fly was a necessary ability. And while it would take a psychiatrist to tell for sure, it was quite likely that he could always hear the roaring sounds of the "white mat jungle" in his head. It was his field, his life, as necessary to him as breathing.

So, over anything else that had happened, the girl's introductions betraying an obvious lack of familiarity with the sacred sport of pro wrestling was what got him the most. The entire scene, however, had helped him understand that he had the wrong person. No one that was actually bad was so happy to play the heel for a crowd, a necessary role in any show, they just slotted into the role naturally because they were dicks. [color=crimson]"Alright lil girl, points for effort but listen here..."[/color], he started, putting his hands down with a sigh, before the boat quaked and heaved on another brutal impact and he found himself and his would-be rival sailing through the air.

The Phoenix Immortal flew backwards, getting a good look at Babble launching face first and clearly lacking even the most basic of training in breakfalling or apparently much of anything. Well, she was gonna be hurting. Him? He was used to this. Housen sailed as he was without even bothering to pirouette, simply measuring the time he had before impact and adjusting his position accordingly. Tucking in his chin to protect the back of his head, the wrestler smashed into the ground with his upper back to distribute the impact across his powerfully built muscles, a loud clap ringing out as his arms slapped down at the same time to further lessen the blow.

Though the whole thing had looked quite nasty, or would have if anyone had been looking, Housen's toughness ensured that the proper breakfall carried essentially no damage but some slight stinging. Letting the momentum carry him, the wrestler's legs went up and over to complete the backwards roll, seeing him spring back up dusting himself off and no worse for the wear. Another day, another bump. And speaking of normal things for wrestlers, concussions. Very carefully, Housen turned Babble around so she lay on her back, neck straight and head carefully placed should she start twitching. Some water would've been nice but he couldn't just leave her lying there on her own.

[color=crimson]"You're alright girl, just your brain rattling around your skull. We're gonna wait this out, get you some help and I'm gonna teach you about pro wrestling when you get your senses back"[/color]. Now if only he knew where they were or why.

[@A Lowly Wretch][@KOgaming]