“All I got!” - Wonder Shiki vs Spectre – Standard match

[Galahad]

This is a standard match. The wrestler who pins her rival for a 3 count, submits her or ko’s her would be declared winner.

Wonder Shiki

Shiki looked at the stage from her privileged spot backstage. Maybe it was something only she could see, but the air felt electric. One could breathe the excitement, from the standing crowd not-so-patiently waiting for the upcoming match to begin to the ring waiting for Shiki’s appearance that in her eyes looked splendid. It was at moment like these where the purplette thought that this definitely was her world. She breathed the wrestling show. At moments like these she was more alive than ever.

A more familiar by the day entrance theme blasted through the speakers and the crowd reacted positively when Shiki showed on stage, receiving her with a round of cheering and applause. Since her very first moment in the LAW stage on her debut Shiki had noticed how the crowd’s attitude towards her had always been so positive, making her feel so reassured and happy. After all she wasn’t one to have a walkabout or dwelve too much in the people’s admiration, but for her part of wrestling was showing respect to those people standing there, and receiving some love in exchange just felt so good.

"Who's here for a good show??? Woooo!" Giving some high fives to her most enthusiastic fans while rousing everyone with her contagious energy, Shiki made her walk to the ring where she would show her respects by climbing at each turnbuckle and signalling to every corner of the arena before striking a pose in the center of the ring, which caused the public to roar in excitement and approval. No one could say that Shiki wasn’t a good show, that was for sure.

[Monsy]

Eugh.

The room was gross.

Crowds cheering, high-fiving and with faces of joy and fun, admiration and that overzealous fan who cried and whimpered in delight as Shiki merely, unknowingly, brushed their forearm in the sea of people who wanted a piece of acknowledgement. And although it was short, the outreach was all Shiki needed to have the ground moving beneath. It took Spectre, who’s eyes inside her mask widened slightly.

It’s only her second match. Spectre dabbled on her laptop in the rafters, pulling up the profile she assembled on tonight’s victim. Sure enough, the relevant information along with simply the fact she only had one match. Her time in the indies. Did it really carry such weight? Yet she's able to get them around her finger. Impressive.

The more Spectre mused about the question, the more her black upper-lip started to curl. Shiki Hasegawa would make a juicy target to gut-wrench these people. And now, as Spectre’s music started to hit, she was going to deliver. On the titantron is a skull emblem with a flashing blue nuclear eye. The spotlights flicked on, but then struggled, flickering and cutting out. They pointed towards the ceiling, catching a descending Spectre with her back against a metal cable, balancing on a metal hook.

Gospel of Bullets

“Making her way down to the ring… From parts unknown, standing at five-one and weighing one-hundred pounds. The Malevolent Virus! Speeeeeectre!!”

Jeers. They jeered loudly. Their boos made a pit of gradually growing faces of scowls, glares, and thumbs down. A set of fans in the front row shrink as their nerves buckled from the approaching Virus, now easily in complete view. She was wearing a newer purple and black leotard that exposed the hips and waist. A big window on her belly. A cape. She had two solid black latex sleeves. Her boots ran just below the knee. A belt on her upper-thigh. The whole outfit was skin-tight.

She dropped from the hook and landed in a squat on-top of the turnbuckle. Ankles in, knees spread, arms out which wielded the long red crowbars. She let those go to hang on the top-rope for later, then stood up above the ring and jumped in. A spotlight flickered behind her, soon turning dark.

Spectre!

“Wonder Shiki.” Her tone was faint, forming a scowl as she tilted her chin high, glaring at Shiki from across the ring.

“Make the most of your three minutes. It's all you have.”

[Galahad]

From the very beginning and Spectre’s appearance on stage it was pretty clear what that woman was about. Even before Shiki could see this Spectre it was clear she was one of the bad gals of LAW based on the amount of jeers and boos she got. Her entrance was spectacular though, coming down from a metal hook hanging from the spotlights, but once she could see her imposing looks Shiki had clear that she was facing one of the baddies that day. She was wearing a black skin-tight leotard with detached sleeves that made her look dangerous but without losing the cool factor, even baddies had to look cool. The thing that worried Shiki the most about her attire, however, were the two red crowbars she wielded in her hands. Surely a prop, weren’t they? The good part was that Spectre let them hanging on top of the rope, but that meant that they were still inside the ring and it unsettled Shiki.

Finally, after she had set a spooky and imposing mood all over the arena, Spectre made her approach and talked. She was sparse with words though, and Shiki was expecting something more in the line with the archetypical villain like “You’re going down!” or “I’ll make you scream!”, but the Virus spoke with riddles, or at least with something she understood but Shiki didn’t. “Oookay?” For a moment Shiki was left speechless, then she remembered something: in that match she was the good one. The crowd had energeticly stated how they were behind her because of that and even if she suspected some foul play she had to comply with the rules of conduct of the good ones, so she offered a handshake to Spectre, her stance giving away how she was expecting something to go awry with Spectre from the beginning as the crowd collectively held their breath at the gesture, the tension filling the arena.

[Monsy]

Mmm. Not much of a talker.

This was fine for the caped virus. All the information she needed was already acquired. Three minutes was her estimate after all that gathering, then assembling Shiki’s file. She was a good girl, no doubt, fresh meat with nothing too bad on the record. Nothing too good. Her career behind this, though, gave Spectre pause to think. An Indie Darling, Spectre thought before raising a brow at the hand offered. Spectre’s grip was full with two crowbars, holding them down by her side. For a moment, she didn’t react much. The crowd’s mood was charmed by the act. Half knew not to do it, but come on -- even they felt a little warmed by the rising rookie.

“Your, um…” The referee. Black Hair, 5’5” and a little pudgy while wearing round glasses.
“...Your weapons, M-Miss Virus…”

Yes, of course. Can’t start a rule-abiding fight without first abiding by all rules.

Spectre held out one arm straight out towards the side, then rolled over her wrist and opened to cede a crowbar. That freed Spectre up to finally clasp Shiki’s hand. A swirl of nausea hit Spectre’s gut as she did so. She made eye-contact, then immediately wanted to bite them. That worried posture was just so perfectly unsure, but the face didn’t match. Yet... Just imagine what it'll be. Is she a sobber? A drooler? Or maybe... The begger.

Spectre let her ponderings simmer the crowd. Aware that they were expecting something, she slowly wore out their worry. Then at the point where they thought… Maybe, and Shiki eased up just a singular notch, Spectre finally said…

“Clock starts now.”

First looping underneath Shiki’s arm once for an arm wringer, Spectre swung the crowbar full-force towards this girl’s gut.

[Galahad]

In all of her previous experiences in the indie circuit Shiki had been thoroughly warned about rivals like Spectre, the powerful in-character villains that looked like really enjoyed bringing misery to their rivals and were ruthless in their approach, never afraid to break the rules if that meant getting the win. Of course as it happened with some other variables when leaving the indie leagues and joining LAW these characters’ flair and ruthlessness were cranked up to eleven. If watching a match from home Shiki could have even learned to enjoy Spectre’s imposing presence, but having to face her was a very different thing. Everything about that woman screamed “threat” inside Shiki’s mind, from how collected he looked to the crowbars on her hands. Seeing her rival release one of her weapons was a little reassuring, but Shiki wouldn’t go overconfident because of that since it really looked like her rival was assessing her like a predator their prey.

As if trying to prove Shiki right, the moment the bell rang and the match started and Spectre went for some unconventional form of starter when she sprung into action and quickly slipped below the purplette’s arms and defenses to go behind her. Having winning her back and in an advantageous position, Spectre got a hold at one of Shiki’s arms to get a wringer going, action that got a quick protest from the woman who started feeling the strain on her shoulder. Of course that would immediately be cut short when suddenly the Virus let her remaining crowbar with tremendous force against the woman’s gut, which got all air out of her lungs and made Shiki immediately bend, if she wasn’t held by Spectre she would even fall on her knees in an attempt to curl into a ball and protect her pained stomach.

[Monsy]

Spectre shoved her crowbar into the referee’s chest. They took it, then called for the bell.

Right to her KNEES.

DING-DING-DING.

Of course, no one gave her permission to pull her arm away from Spectre’s grip. She held Shiki’s wrist where it always was, kept it, and in-fact, held it even tighter. Shiki could fall, even enter that feeble curled up ball, but with one arm short. “What’s the matter, Wonder Shiki? Tummy ache?”

She said mockingly, then tugged the limb. And in counter-momentum, her boot sole would touch Shiki’s cheek, then shove it the other way, wiping her boot across the face. Then she repeated it. And after taking a step back, pulling Shiki towards her in tandem, she did it again.

A boot-wash.

Rinse and repeat for as long as Shiki stayed so peeeerfectly prey-like.