The lights in the arena fade…then POP! A bunch of pink fireworks burst on the stage, spraying glittery sparks everywhere. On the big screen, huge sparkly bubble letters flash: “Bubblegum Bombshell !!”
Her theme song blasts through the speakers as Mimi bounces out from behind the curtain. Her long blonde ponytail swings around, topped with a giant pink bow that looks a little too big but somehow makes her even cuter. Theme song !!
She’s in her bright pink wrestling gear with matching thigh-high boots, skipping down the ramp. She waves like crazy, blows kisses, and stops to high-five a “fan”. Mimi Monroe !!
“ From Sunshine City, USA… Standing five feet four inches tall, weighing one hundred and twenty-three pounds… The Bubblegum Bombshell of LAW… MIMI MONROEEE!”
Mimi hops up the steel steps, almost tripping on the last one but catching herself with a little giggle. At the top, she does a big “ta-da” pose for the crowd. She enters the ring and gets on the top turnbuckle as she once agains poses for the crowd.
She twirls to the middle of the ring, a little dizzy, and points right at the ceiling as she yells with a big smile.
Lights dimmed on the next entrance, creating a black shadowy canvas. The crowd's cheerful appreciation of the lovable Mimi Monroe decayed into a silence ended up the commencement of the Virus's music:
! The music summoned an opening jeer from the crowd. Thumbs down, frowns, sprayed spit from a curse and veins bulging on neck as she arrived. Four spotlights illuminated the ring-posts in the dark. Then fog jets rigged into the corners shot up a stream of grey mist. And in that mist of all four corners, the villain's likeness manifested within it. A little trickery from above where a projected light pattern shot into the stream to manifest a faint hologram-like image.
"A much better question would be, Mimi..."
A deep-cackle from above. "Is whether you're ready for me."
The fog stopped, the spotlights turned off and her music quieted, overpowered by the jeering noises again. For a few moments this continued; their negative feelings fermenting. Another spotlight came on not long later in the centre of the ring. It covered a large swath in all directions. In the middle, Spectre's silhouette was seen with large boots rapidly shrinking as she descended. "A-And her opponent, f-from parts unknown, standing five-feet tall and weighing one-hundred pounds. She is The Malevolent Virus: Speeeeectre!" Evil Manifests!
When they again reacted appropriately, Spectre flexed her bicep and grinned with teeth, letting nothing touch her moment of a glorious entrance as camera flashes immortalized her likeness by the hundreds. She dropped in from a height of six feet of the canvas, landing in a superhero pose before rising up, taking a long look at her opponent with her palms spread and pointed at them from her hip, presenting herself. "You probably know this already, but I'll say it anyway." She let out a pleasant sigh, taking her time. "I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart."
Mimi bounced on her toes, hands waving at the crowd even as the boos poured down like rain. “Hey, don’t be mean! She’s just doing the spooky stuff! That’s her thing!” she shouted, a bright smile on her face.
The Bubblegum Bombshell tried to steady herself, puffing out her chest and pointing both hands at Spectre. “Wow, super cool entrance! Super extra spooky!” She complimented.
She bounced toward the ropes, wobbling a little before regaining her balance, her oversized bow bouncing with her. “I may be little” she shouted, “but I’ve got a huge heart! And the Bubble Pop Kick doesn’t care how big your boots are!”
Mimi winked at the woman across the ring. “Let’s see how scary you are when you’re all dizzy and chasing your own holograms!” she said, twirling into a cartwheel that almost collapsed into a Dizzy Spinner before she caught herself, arms shooting into the air with a squeal.
Her brow raised even if that shit-eating grin stayed steady. This fucking woman—
—Was she being treated like an act? Thisssss suspicion turned Spectre’s face into something dumbfounded. Did this Mimi fucking defend her entrance? And if she heard them right, call her spooky of all things like it was Halloween. If that nuttiness wasn’t a clue, she had the crowd wrapped around her finger with all that bouncing and self-encouraging words. It was impressive, roping her back in.
“Ohhh~ Is that right? I love a good threat.”
Now that was something that made some nice sense. A finisher, yes-yes. Surely something good. It would taste nasty on the chin no doubt, had put bitches to sleep in training and by no possible measure was this some game to be messed with after all that perfectly-crafted facade.
To the looks of it, she was acrobat—No…No, just—what? Spectre blinked. She turned out of the way of this spinning cartwheel clusterfuck of a something that she didn’t compute. How they landed in a spot of making themselves squeal was so… Nevermind. Her expression went neutral and she watched them stumble about, eventually extending her foot in their path to trip them with arms casually folded behind her back.
Mimi squealed as her legs tangled mid-cartwheel, ribbons flying. The trip sent her sprawling face-first to the mat with a dramatic thud, her arms and legs splayed like a starfish.
“Ow-ow-ow-owww!” she wailed, kicking her boots against the canvas as though the fall had rattled her very bones. Then, with a little groan, she rolled over onto her back, holding her stomach and staring up at the lights like she’d just been struck by a meteor.
Fflat on the canvas, her ponytail splayed across the mat. She turned her head toward Spectre, cheeks pink from embarrassment, and let out a breathless little laugh. “Y-You think that’s enough to stop me? I’ve got a million more moves just like that one!”
She sat up slowly, wobbling like she was dizzy from her own momentum. “C-Careful, spooky lady! You trip me once, I trip you back double! That’s, um, Bubblegum math!”
Spectre turned and watched. Her take on the situation didn't help. First, the FLOP. . . . Then silence. A torrent of complaints raged, to which Spectre watched with one arm grabbing a wrist behind her back, giving nothing in return. She leaned towards Mimi's star-fish, seeing if the top-down perspective put any sense to it. It did not. Mimi came from her face-down cage and let loose a million more threats.
She can feel the cogs inside her brain begin to screech. All well and good and all, but. . .
"Uuuuh-huh." Her head nodded with a raised brow, judging them a first-degree whacko of some cotton candy variety. A carnival delight she was with her spins, splats and reactions. She felt almost like a front-row spectator at a Cabaret show. "Question, then, Mimi. What does this get me?" And the performer just prompted their audience to rebut! Spectre's foot whipped forward, the toes aimed to clip under Mimi's chin like an uppercut.
And if it landed true, the limb continued until it flexed at a high-angle, coming back down so the boot sole could crash into their belly window.
The first kick snapped against Mimi’s chin with a sharp pop! that sent her head jerking back like a bobblehead on a paint shaker. The impact echoed loud enough to make the front row gasp, and before she could even squeak properly, the follow-up boot came crashing down into her exposed midsection.
Her whole body folded around the blow. “HUFF!!” The sound that escaped her lungs wasn’t even a scream, more like the air exploding out of a balloon. Mimi crumpled to her side, arms clutching her stomach, knees curling tight as she rolled onto her back with a pitiful little groan.
Mimi kicked her boots against the mat, face scrunched up like she was fighting tears. “T-that’s… ngh…so mean!” she gasped, voice pitched high and trembling. “You didn’t even give me a countdown or anything!”
She forced herself to roll again, desperate to get up. Every inch of her movement screamed effort, hair in her face, breath caught, one hand gripping the middle rope for dear life as she tried to pull herself up.
She wobbled upright, knees knocking together, one hand clutching her belly as she pointed shakily at Spectre. “I’m not done…n-not even close!”
OK. Maybe there was a benefit to all that blowing wind. The fast kind! Exiting her lungs to maximum aggression, preferably. It sounded soooooooo nice! Well-oiled cogs! A good hum of electricity. Soothing, vibrant and still loud enough to fill the scene. Spectre's head tilted up as the goodness went up her spine and closed her eyes like tranquil summer breeze. "Now that's the spot."
Mimi rolled away. Spectre's foot dangled, then placed back down, leaning over Mimi from her back. Spectre grabbed her wrist behind herself, then let it hang behind.
A countdown? Spectre's lips pursed, then moved towards the side. After pondering whether to take such advice seriously--she checked herself, then just chortled within her closed mouth. A hand presented itself head-height then just flapped opened and shut.
There wasn't a reason to stop her from getting up. Look at her, so unstable, jittery at just the right points, hand over the prize as not even her thoughts could come out steady. Spectre blushed pink while being addressed, nodding to the exclaimed promise. "Fair enough." Said the Virus, hand raised in mocking surrender to their proclamation. She turned to give them a side-profile, extending a hand towards the crowd. "You have tens of thousands out there waitin' to see you kick my ass, Mimi. Yanno you sadden them every time you slip, right?" Spectre began to approach Mimi with arms still spread, her massive belly window open and breathing as she approached.
"So here's an open target."
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