Trinette Vaillant Vs. Violette Aonlous - Friendship Lost

[Devastated]

Trinette sat atop her rival. Pinning the punk down against the canvas, she looked down at her rival's face for a second as she watched her groans and gasps. Yet she felt no resistance from the punk. Once the second count had come, she felt confident, all she had to do was wait....

Then the hand came down once more! "THREE!" The referee called out, the crowd erupted into cheers as they called for the bell. Trinette huffed out, she panted a bit now that the tension began to leave her body, Violette had worked over something fierce...but she had repaid it all in kind and then some.

She looked down at her old rival's face, still remained perched on top of her, pinning her down still. She would reach down and grab a handful of that short hair, to force Violette to turn her head and look up at her.

"As it was said Violette. It looks like I'm too much for you." She had a certain smugness to her confidence, once again throwing Violette's words back to her for a second time.

[Person]

Violette would groan; her eyes were still closed. She had heard the three count, and the match was now over. The punk would curse under her breath. Her entire body was hurting, but worse of all, her pride as well. Trinette beating her was a bit of a blow to her pride. But she would make sure to get her back.

The punk was having a hard time recovering now, with Trinette still on her chest. Her hands would move on her old friend's thighs, trying to push them off, but to no success, as she had no energy. Then she felt her hair being pulled and forced to open her eyes to see Trinette sitting over her, being all smug and trash-talking.* "Ehh... you... just... got... lucky..." said Violette in a defiant but weak tone. She couldn't muster up any resistance but refused to admit defeat.

[Devastated]

With a firm hold on Violette's hair, the long haired bluenette would stare down at her foe, hearing her defiant tone and words. She'd respond with a small smirk as she would bring her other hand down to give Violette's cheek a soft condescending pat. "It's seems to me as if you've yet to learn you lesson. Violette." Trinette would keep a firm grip of that hair with her other hand, as she rose up to her feet.

Pulling on the hair of Violette, she would begin to walk towards the ropes, she'd leave the ring and drag Violette out, up onto her shoulders. Draping Violette onto her in a fireman's carry. One hand firmly gripping onto the rear of Violette as she adjusted her rival on top of her shoulders. Then she would walk out as the conquering winner, carrying off her prize backstage. She intended to break Violette in.


Winner: Trinette Vaillant