No-Rope Barbedwire Thumbtack Deathmatch Ropes are replaced by barbedwire There is a large pile of thumbtacks in the middle of the ring Win by pinfall, submission, or knockout Participants cannot be disqualified for any reason
Skylar Jones was... sick. She loved to fight far more than any normal person did. She got a demented thrill from hurting others as they hurt her back. To give and receive pain until one crumbled. For twisted women such as Skylar, violence and sex were equal in terms of pleasure. Of course, she still had some reservations."Wait, I'm fightin' who?" Was what she asked when she heard about this match. She couldn't believe she'd be fighting Courage Takemi, a Young Lioness of all people, in a match this gruesome. But after rolling it over in her head for an hour or two, she decided she'd do it. If the Young Lioness thought she was ready to take her on in a deathmatch, Sky was more than happy to give her a test drive!
"The following contest is a Barbedwire Thumbtack Deathmatch! Coming to the ring first, from Perry, Iowa, weighing in at 162 pounds, the Brawling Puppet, SKYLARRRR JOOOOOOOOONES!!!!!!!!" Skylar Jones
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Skylar burst out of the curtain, pouring a carton of chocolate milk into her mouth before crushing the cardboard in her hands, and tossing it aside. Climbing onto the ring apron, she felt the sharp metal that took the place of the ropes, pricking herself a little on her finger, and licking up a drop of blood. Tonight was gonna be a lot of fun...
She jumped over the ropes and into the ring, bowing to the audience that was ready for blood. She crouched down, and scooped up a pile if tacks, letting them run out of her hand.
"And introducing her opponent! From Hokaido, Japan!" The announcer roared as the stage was bathed in jade. A noticeable omission, he was instructed not to mention her Idol group, Courage Generation. "COURAGE! Ta-Ke-Miiii!" Stereopony - Hitohira No Hanabira(Kayfabe; Courage Generation "One of My Petals")
The green lights spun and centered upon the entryway, heralding her arrival! She emerged from the curtains, resplendent in green!
White boots wrestling boots led her down the ramp towards the ring. Her smooth legs were adorned by a sheer bodystocking that ran all the way up to her neck. Despite her bare skin being covered, it made her curves ever more appealing. Pulling them taut and supporting them.
She wore a tight-fitting leotard atop the bodysuit. The colors had been chosen with intent... Green, like her mother. And white, like her idol background. She was choosing to acknowledge both of those things now. Her wrestling lineage was a part of her. It left her mid-section exposed, her flat tummy on display, and cupped her heavy breasts. The leotard and stocking both split to expose the delectable valley of her cleavage. A symbol. Her heart was exposed. It was purely coincidental that the area above it was a mouth-watering temptation for fans and foes alike.
Her arms were sheathed in gloves that ran past her elbow. They added an air of nobility along with the large bow that bound her luxurious and long hair in a ponytail that swept behind her like a cape. The only things that remained from her previous look were her trademark glasses and the heart-stopping green eyes behind them. Courage Takemi
She walked to the ring with a microphone in hand, belting out the lyrics to her entrance theme! A proud, bold song that was just as courageous as her namesake. And tonight she really gave it her all. Belting the song from the depths of her belly. For the audience, it was an exhilarating performance!
But for Courage it was a crutch.
She was terrified! Terrified of the twisted arena that her match would be taking place within. This was far from a regular wrestling match. The sacred ring had been converted into a monstrosity of jagged metal. It would be a horror show. There was no chance she would escape unmarred. And so singing helped her to think about anything other than her perfect alabaster skin being split open. Or the pristine white of her leotard being stained red with her own blood.
She continued to sing as she gingerly slipped between the barbed wire that served as a perimeter for their match. The toes of her boots just barely touched the mass of thumbtacks in the center of the ring. And when the song ended, she closed her eyes and let the microphone drop. She sucked in her lower lip as she drew in a deep breath. And then she slowly released the breath. A long, forlorn exhale with her eyes still closed behind her glasses.
As Courage made her way toward the stage, one queation went through Skylar's mind: Was she really gonna do this? To many, Skylar Jones was the first face to come to mind when they heard the word savagery, but even the Brawling Puppet had some morals. Courage was young and inexperienced, a trainee. She wasn't ready for this match. She wasn't ready for the barbedwire, the tacks, and especially the ruthless cruelty of Skylar Jones. As Courage entered the ring, it was easy to tell just how terrified she was.
Skylar sighed, a knot forming in her stomach. "Kid, listen..." She started, genuine compassion in her voice as she addressed her younger opponent. "You know how rough this is gonna get. Do you really, really wanna do this? Cause this is your only chance to turn around. I won't judge you, and I'll deck anyone who does." She assured. "But when the bell rings, bets are off. I'm gonna make the next ten or so minutes of your life a living hell, and I'll give you plenty a' scars to remember me by. It's up to you."
Courage listened to Skylar's offer in still, silence. The pounding of her rabbit heart served as rapid percussion for her would-be opponent's monologue. And she could feel it from the pit of her belly to the back of her throat. And when it finished she didn't answer. Skylar was left with only the pensive chattering of the uncertain crowd to keep her company for about thirty seconds. Dead air. A sin in the industry.
But that sin had only built anticipation as Courage's fists closed tight. Her gloves creaked from the tightness of her fist, making a sound like stretched leather.
Her eyes opened and met Skylar's with a look of confident defiance!
"I'm not a kid!" She started! "And I'm not going to run!" She brought one of those fists up between them. Her hand was shaking. It was apparent, despite her determined look, that she was nervous and scared... "Of course I'm afraid!" She admitted as she clenched her fist tighter.
"But I'm a Wrestler! Just like you!" She whipped that hand across her body! It would come close enough to Skylar for the wind it created to stir her bangs! "I'm a fighter! Just like you! So don't you dare condescend to me!"
She took a step forward, her boots scattering some of the tacks as she pushed her face against Skylar's! Her blazing emerald eyes burned into Skylar's ocean blues. "My name is Courage Takemi! And I'm going to make you regret overlooking me by beating you in the middle of this twisted ring!"
Skylar stared at Courage with a grim expression, conflicted of what to do with the frightened girl in front of her. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to gather her thoughts, before they shot open with defiance. She had no intention of backing down, no thought od running away. In fact, the very notion seemed to offend her. In the face of a monstrous demon like Skylar Jones, the little mouse was ready to roar.
Skylar was at first somewhat taken aback, before her concerned frown turned into an excited grin, pushing her forehead right back against Courage's own as the two squared off, standing on tacks. "Oh yeah? Prove it, kid." She taunted, her demeaner doing a 180 as she sank into her usual, sadistic self. It was time to see what Courage Takemi was made out of.
Courage's eyes narrowed just before the bell rang! And when it finally did, she sprang into action like a sprinter at the sound of a gun!
"SORRYA!" She screamed with intensity with her forehead still pressed against Skylar's! The tacks scattered as her stance shifted! And her right shoulder whipped across as she threw her best right hook at the base of Skylar's jaw!
Skylar might have been prepared for the sudden punch, but the world wasn't. That type of attack was extremely unbecoming of an idol! It lacked the showmanship that they'd come to expect from her contemporaries. The flowery flourishes of a performer were replaced by the gutsy brutality of a fighter!
Courage's punch hit Skylar's jaw with a sickening thud, shocking the crowd as the brawler's body whipped to the side, stunned by the blow. She spat out a bit of blood, before slowly turning back to face her foe with a smile. She packed more of a punch then Sky had ever expected, and that thrilled her. Skylar clenched her own fist, and fired a hard forearm shot to the former idol's face, wanting to stun her opponent right back.
As Courage revocered from the blow, Sky would send a follow up strike, a hard slap to the smaller girl's face. A bitch slap, a simple strike that sent a clear message of disrespect, that a combatant wasn't taking their foe seriously. For Skylar, it was an attempt to provoke Courage, to pour a canister of gasoline on that fire inside of her!
