The Paladin and the Virus: The Ironwoman Trial (Trinette Vailant vs Spectre)

[Monsy]

Continued from here

Match-type: Ironwoman

Evil Manifests again!

The stage was lit by a wide cone of purple light. Just moments ago, there was a livestream on the Titantron that went completely static. A silent scream on the scream of supercharged black and white atoms. The Chrome Skull appeared in the middle. The next phase had begun. Spectre lowered from the ceiling having rappelled in from the vantage point she previously fled to above, standing on a hook with her heel and having her arms spread before jeering audiences. A referee hung by their whole shirt was dangling on the hook. Her stomach was exposed, marked purple and their face was weary from sweat, a squinting black eye and physical activity. She was unconscious. The crowd had eyes that wanted to storm her down right now. Stoicism gave its sternest judgement. Disgust delivered in wheelbarrows and turning heads. All glued to her show, both at home and abroad.

She swung, grabbing the cable and becoming a pendulum. “Don't be so disappointed.” She spoke, a mic fixed into her mask. She flexed her bicep and made a fist. “It's us. Ain't this the script?” Spectre’s cable lowered towards the stage and she stepped off, making a hero’s landing then spreading her arms wide to present herself. “Now that I have your attention, I have an announcement for the bluey-huey who bit my finger: Trinette Vailant, consider me your new nemesis. I'll hunt you here and backstage. At the gym, on the street, in your homes, your holy lands, anywhere I find you vulnerable, I'll attack until I tap you out with my teeth. Same goes for Isabella Brandt and Jeanne Hastings too because they're her pets and I HATE pets.” She turned around sharply, then went over to grab her dangling official who had been lowered enough that they sagged towards the floor with their legs touching. Spectre played handsy with their face, tapping next to their blue eye.

"At least, ones that aren't mine. So—until then, you can expect one thing.” Then she grabbed their lifted shirt to fully unveil their fucked up stomach while the hand on their face jerked them to look at the camera lens. “Consider this slave as a blueprint. She got beaten dumb, didn't she? So much effort training these people. They're lucky I love this game.” A knee slammed into their gut, forcing a scream. They swung in a low-radius circle. "A-tten-tion! HahaHAHAHaha!" Her laugh was boosted and cycled louder than what came before across the speakers, causing the audio to crack and scrape eardrums. Then with a swipe of her arm, she unhooked the referee by the pull of her shirt collar, sending them collapsing to her face, groaning and shivering in place, frozen to the Virus's commands. A foot then pinned her skull down. The crowd jeered loud directly at her. "Be as obnoxious as you want, my voice is louder.” Going one way, she kicked the referee in the back of the head while striding towards a section of the crowd to terrorize them with her proximity, turning their attention into vivid faces of malice just a barricade away. "When MY Dot drags your Paladin out, we're going to make her dance. Zzzzzzt!”

Spectre went to the other section, stepping over them as they lied in fetal position. "This tab will start fifteen-zero. At least." After reaching centre-stage, aligned with the middle of the ramp, Spectre stomped her boot onto the referee’s back, grinding her heel into their shoulder-blades. “Can't you hear her screaming?” Her arms raised towards her side half-folded. Purple flames rose from the stage effects into medium-sized spires. Spectre looked up, closed her eyes, and summoned her meanest grin as she daydreamed just how fucked up Trinette’s face would be.

How exhausted she must be.
How she still had the remote and could zap Trinette at any time.
Trinette writhing on the stage like fish out of water as she spammed it.

Her face warmed by these thoughts, she finished her speech. “You lose, Paladin.”

[Devastated]

The events that transpired backstage had been mostly unknown to the crowd, the villainous ambush had been quite the spectacle regardless of how many had witnessed it. The fans of the Paladin that were in the backstage area had been the only witnesses to what transpired. The Villainous machinations of the Virus had caused quite the situation, and as she had left to grand stand and monologue as befitting of a true villain...things had escalated quite a bit.

It had not been easy...

Though it had been done. The Paladin had warded off Dot, the hench-woman. Fighting through pain, and discomfort. Surprise and astonishment. She had managed to subdue the masked woman for now. She still had this odd watch strapped to her wrist, the risk of being shocked lingered...yet there was something which had stirred in the Paladin. Anger? Rager? Such things didn't truly fuel her current drive, they were only a catalyst to her current sense of duty and justice. She had to take this villainous fiend down. She would bring her low.

Spoiler

Emboldened. The Paladin stepped out onto the ramp, there was no fanfare or music to cue her in. Yet at the arrival of the blue-haired woman the crowd were stunned to see her march with certainty towards Spectre. Upon approaching the back of the redhead, she would grab her firmly by her shoulder and jerk her to face the bluenette! There was no smile, or smirk...there was a cold and serious expression adorning the Paladin's face. Her fist clenched tightly as she shot it off! She aimed to drive it like a lance through the very belly of her foe, swinging it upwards with all her might in an effort to uppercut Spectre off her very feet!

[Monsy]

Her feet scampered and she almost tripped on her ankles to whip around so fast. Her spine became jelly, her arms whipped, knees wiggling. Looking up, she froze when she saw Trinette appearing unscratched. Her eyes, mouth and soul went agape. Her arms folded, palms pointed in surprise and surrender, locked in-place as her cheeks flushed. She couldn't move. Her stomach? Naked. And the moment she clicked what was about to happen:

.

"i-im-mp-p-possible..."

SSMMMACK!

"ooOOOOGGGGGGHHGODDD!!"

The crowd roared and winced at the same time as the fist penetrated the Virus's soft sanctum, pushing deep into LAW's smoothest pliable midriff as the skin pulled in and exposed her ribs and the knuckles each felt like individual stabs. Her scream similarly penetrating her microphone and sending it far and wide for all ears abroad and domestic. She came off the ground with ease, a featherweight. Her legs dangled, turned stiff, then started to visibly shiver. The rest of her followed suit. Spit exited her maw in one big wad to the stage floor and she couldn't breathe in. Her headspace blared with ringing. Her eyelids turned warm as Trinette below became multiple. Her arms and legs too felt warm and her spine stopped trying to fight. The pain broke her scale of assessment. A stinging throb that burned so incredibly while feeling dizzied like she got a baseball to her temple, then injected her with fast-acting anesthesia alongside a box of diphenhydramine.

"c-cc-can't..dddigest...ffffissss...t." She whimpered like a puppy with tears in her eyes to fight the inevitable as her world was going black. Then she wilted over her fist, eyes slipping into her skull before her entire body gave in at once and sandbagged, hanging on Trinette's flexed bicep and dripping drool and tear onto it with mindless abandon.

[Devastated]

The fist of Trinette drove hard and true, aimed square for that naked spot of villains tummy! Barreling through the air like a rocket, forcing its way through to hit its mark as it drove in an upwards angle and hit...practically in the level of digging through the very being ahead of her! The muscles on Trinette's arm flexed as the arc of her punch continued upwards...lifting the Virus aloft in the air! She held the Virus aloft for but a brief couple of seconds.

Releasing a heaving loud huffing sigh. A singular one, of satisfaction. Getting this modicum of payback...was satisfying. Though it was not what this was about. This wouldn't be eased with a simple punch to the belly. Trinette backed up, she pulled her arm back and would let what felt was the a limp husk of a body drop flat to onto the ramp.

Spoiler

The bluenette would roll her shoulder, glare down at the redhead. Turning to face Spectre's legs, she would drop down and place her weight down on top of the Virus chest, pinning her down to the floor as she reached out and would hook the right leg, folding Spectre up in half as she forced her down against the mat with a simple reverse straddle single-leg hooked pin.

She threw a glance towards the battered referee? Of course they weren't in the ring yet, so no count out here would really count. Perhaps the referee would answer this pin attempt though considering what Spectre had done to them. Regardless Trinette raised her free arm up into the air. "Fifteen-zero. Shall we see about that villain?" Trinette spoke with a slight cockiness in her tone as she raised a finger up into the air, the crowd joining in for a count. "ONE!"

[Monsy]

Spectre hit the ground with the grace of a wet towel.

Her arms spread parallel with her collar and her legs splayed in an upside-down V. Her head snapped back and clunked the hard ramp,

. Her chin tipped up, crown pressed down and her face pointed at the ring. She groaned with a weak cadence of someone hardly present in the moment. Her legs kicked stiff, shivered then limped when Trinette sat on her chest, crushing her medium-sized breasts, cutting off air and she croaked out the only words to describe what she felt. "Nnn-No...Nnno...--" She saw her foot pointed down at her. A strong grip took her leg and when she willed a tug, it didn't so much as flinch.

Trapped. The referee, groggy and with a look of disgust at the Virus, slowly raised their arm and commenced a count.

"ONE!" A resounding roar from the crowds!
"TWO!" The most front-row got up and put their fingers into the air.
"THREE!" Cheering rang out after. From the upper-bowl to the floor, Trinette delivered a sight that filled them with belief and joy.

"FOUR!" The Virus's hamstrings shrieked as Trinette tugged it so far that her hips ran out of slack and levitated off the mat; the second limb extended out straight and off in a slanted angle. The clothing around her crotch pulled tightly, bunching in. Her steadily rising hips turned to give her well-endowed buttocks a good showing to one side of the audience. On the other was her naked stomach where the light cone around them illuminated four red points of discolouration from Trinette's shattering punch.

Just a portion of her poison had regenerated from that, sucking in shakily to mutter on the speakers... “ff..fl..uke…”

"...FIVE!"
"......SIX!"
".........SEVEN!"
"............EIGHT!"
"...............NINE!"

[Devastated]

Trinette's weight pressed down firmly upon the medium-sized breasts of the Virus, she pinned her down firmly beneath her upon the steel steps of the ramp. Hearing the croak escaping those villainous lips caused her to release a dental click. "Tsk!" As if shushing the Spectre in chastising manner! She grabbed a hold of that leg of Spectre's and folded her up in half as she went to work with the first pin of the match. From the looks of it the referee was going to agree to this match having official started.

It was the officials call, though Trinette could only think it was because of the actions of the Virus. She would sink her weight down more firmly against Spectre, She held her leg firmly as she kept her fingers up to count all the way up to five...then began to retract and curl one finger back for each count after five. As they reached nine...Trinette considered releasing her foe after the next count....though a thought crossed her mind. She looked down over her shoulder at the face of Spectre and a very faint smirk could be seen on her face.

".....TEN!" the referee called out, and Trinette whispered out. " Fifteen."

"....ELEVEN!"
"....TWELVE!"
"......THIRTEEN!"
".......FOURTEEN!"

"FIFTEEN!" Trinette had raised each finger again after each count after the ten count. She finally released the Virus leg and reached back to grab at the ring in the upper center of her chest which held together the outfit and the cape of the villainess. Rising up to her feet, she would try to drag the redhead up with her to a stand, where she sought to then launch her thick muscular leg up and attempt to drive her knee into that soft flat tummy of Spectre's! Her aim was to double the black clad heel over so she could shove that head in between her thighs, her aim was to punish the villainess right here in front of the whole audience and she aimed to do so with a big move!

[Monsy]

“F-Ffif… Fif…”

Her voice shuddered at the thought, then became occupied by the tremble of her lower-lip. To her surprise, her frame became flatter on the cold ramp the longer it stayed there. Muscles decompressed, for what little was there, then melted. She could feel her bones settling, then creaking and wailing as Trinette stretched out her single leg further to the point she was pointing 10 to 4 with elevated hips if legs were clockarms. Her arms were flat. Her cheek, too, was flat. She started to babble back the count, to mutter a command to stop! Alas, her face was pinned down by a fiend’s largest hips.

“FIFTEEN!”[/color] The referee went. Spectre repeated it mindlessly. “F-fffifteen… Fffifteen.” She said, being brought up by the ring on her chest in a way that saw her arms spread backwards. A curve in her manifested the higher she came up. Her spine just folded back; legs stubborn in their paralyzation and weak stature as her knees… All at once, she was going to fold the opposite way and go careening head-first into Trinette’s breast. But before she saw the fleshy gates of virtue, a blunt white sword plunged into her sanctuary.

“Ff-FIFF! O-ougk!” A quick scream emptied her lungs of its remnants. Her eyes went cross and peered straight up at Trinette as she bit down excruciatingly hard on her bottom lip. The blunt sword was stuck in her, turning her gut into a puckered rose of cratering sections of skin, then exited in a flash that left Spectre counting when it happened. Her thoughts? Emptied. She doubled over before Trinette, holding herself desperately with two hands clawing gently at her tummy wounds with sweaty fingertips of soft skin. While one leg was pointed straight but bent normally, the sibling was bent at the knee with the thigh pressed close, then angled out towards the side. Both of them shook rather visibly.

Then when brought between Trinette’s legs, she forgot how to stand and collapsed onto her knees.

[Devastated]

The knee plunged deep into that gut, a sword finding an unarmoured mark indeed! She watched as that quick scream of Spectre's emptied the villains lungs and saw her doubled over in front of her. The Paladin wasted little time in grabbing a hold of that head and shoved it with determination in between her thick thighs! She huffed out, took a deep breath and then leaned forward.

The arms of the Paladin would clamp around the redhead's waist, taking a hold of her foe with authority. Hugging Spectre firmly, as the large breasts of Trinette pressed down against the back of Spectre. The crowd seemed to already know what was coming, as they began to 'Ooo!' in anticipation! The bluenette would then heave, she jerked upwards with force to pick Spectre clean off the ramp and roll her up onto her shoulders in a swift motion! She had expected a bit more resistance, a bit more weight though! The act of using as much power as she did to lift Spectre took her slightly off-guard, as the lightness of the villainess caused her to stumble back a step!

Yet, the Paladin reaffirmed her stance. She made a mental note that the cruel fiend was a light one! Then, taking a step forward Trinette sought to bring Spectre down! Like the swing of an axe through a log, she seemed intent on breaking her tool with this swing! With all the force she could bring she aimed to slam Spectre into the ramp on her back with a powerbomb!

[Monsy]

She gave her head an attempted tug before realizing Trinette had it clamped. Strong and firm muscle was smothering her. A sweat was forming—but she couldn’t so much as piece her full situation together. She can only think of one thing—just one part of herself—how she only required time before her breath would find its rhythm. “Y—yyyou… c-call tth-that a hit?”

Spectre kicked loosely towards the side and back. Her hips lifted, feet forced to plant. Immediately she tried to re-lower herself, dropping her hips deadweight into their grip. Then when they held, she went agape all of a sudden, feeling stiff and sick as something wrong fermented.

“Bluey—ohfuck-.”

She was powerful— The profile, the regime, her angle, lowering posture should’ve done her safety but Trinette got to her first. She whipped around in a vertical swirl that when she came up to Trinette’s shoulders, her head idly whirled in a circle and she looked deadlocked in petrified surprise down at a crusader.

“. . .”

SMACK! Her body bounced, went a few centimetres down then melted into the canvas with a heaping sweat. The spit and scream left her mouth so quick it sounded so gutteral and violent like her soul left in a shotgun shell. Thoughts were first to go. Her mouth gaped and spit spattered free. In all directions her limbs can be found. East, west, south-east, south-west. Still and twitching, open and spread. Her chest huffed and puffed hot air as her lungs felt shrunk to raisins, becoming quicker despite her eyes showing little more than blank. Most of it too closed to get a peep. And all the better—for if she experienced half the daze Trinette just forced upon her frame, she’d keel over onto her face.

[Devastated]

The crowd was in awe for the moments when Paladin held the Virus up in the air, perched atop her shoulders! It was but a couple of seconds before she was brought down. The impact rang out with a sickening thud of flesh meeting metal and a guttural scream escaping out of the redhead's mouth! Followed by a huff from the knight...didn't release her grip on those legs as she was on her knees with Spectre's body in front of her.

Trinette would nod to herself, as she reasoned that she needed to get her point across even further to the super-villainess. She would push up, into a squatting position before she would start to bend and try to fold Spectre up in half, pressing her groan against that rear as she sought to fully fold Spectre in half and pin her down, forcing those ankles up by the ginger's head! She'd lean down, forcing her weight onto Spectre as she would look down at the villain.

"Count!" She'd called out to the referee, who still not exactly in prime condition, dragged themselves next to the pair and would begin to count. "Shall we attempt another fifteen?" The paladin would ask as her blue eyes stared down at Spectre's face, the joy of getting this payback nearly cracking a smile on that stoic face of hers.

"ONE!..."