Silver Girls

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The intense pressure on Clarissa’s back grew even more severe; the heavier wrestler, having been completely immobilized by Noelle, collapsed the moment her smaller opponent shifted away from her shoulders. Yet, no sooner had Clarissa fallen to her knees than Noelle wrapped her legs around her body. "N-no! MMGHHHHH!" Then, Noelle executed a "facesit," pushing the strain on Clarissa’s back to its absolute limit. The Brazilian wrestler’s cries were muffled by Noelle’s buttocks, while the pain in her back became so sharp it was unbearable. Unable to endure any longer, Clarissa tapped rapidly on Noelle’s thigh to signal her submission.

The scene left the audience stunned. Meanwhile, at the bar, Dixie remained calm as she finished pouring another drink for Snow—who was no longer sitting at the bar! "Huh? Baby?" Dixie looked up, her jaw dropping as she realized Snow was about to climb into the ring.

Once inside the ring, the actress waited until Noelle’s full attention was fixed on Clarissa before sneaking up on the other girl—the one with the grayish hair. The moment the girl turned around, Snow intended to spit a mouthful of piña colada—which she had been holding in her cheeks for that very purpose—straight into her face.

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Noelle hadn't expected her match to be so quick and easy, but she certainly wasn't going to complain about putting on such a dominant display in the ring. She did seem to have something of a knack for taking down Heavyweight opponents. Noelle had stepped into the ring twice against such foes, and now twice had she emerged the victor.

Noelle stood up off of Clarissa, raising a hand to the ceiling in victory as she walked away from the battered Brazilian Bombshell. She turned back to say something to Dixie, but was interrupted by a ring invader launching a drink into her face. Noelle blinked twice, momentarily frozen in surprise before resetting and getting a good look at her assailant.

The first thing Noelle noticed was that the woman who'd splashed her was obviously sloshed. The Spaniard settled down after realizing that. Simply wiping her face and calling out to Dixie, "Probably a good idea to invest in some ringside security." If this woman was sober, sure; Noelle was good to go a second round. But there was no point in beating the shit out of an impaired women. Noelle would try to just walk away. Backwards, in case this woman was too drunk to accept de-escalation, and Noelle needed to defend hersel. But if Noelle got to the ropes, she would simply exit the ring and leave.

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The venue’s security team was somewhat accustomed to Snow putting on these kinds of spectacles; and, since Dixie didn’t view this behavior negatively, she allowed her the freedom to carry out such dramatic antics. Although spitting in someone’s face was a new development, the large woman left the bar and followed the performer toward the ring, where she decided to try and help Clarissa with the sharp pain in her back while Snow continued her little theatrical display.

As for Noelle, though Snow had hoped to provoke an angry reaction, she chose complete indifference instead—turning her back on Snow as if she were nothing more than an annoying, unruly patron in a dive bar. "Baby?" Dixie arched an eyebrow, noticing just how irritated the performer was feeling.

But Snow—fueled by a cocktail of liquid courage and theatrical pride—was not about to let the curtain fall. Ignoring Dixie, she lunged forward in a clumsy attempt to grab Noelle by the shoulder before the Spaniard could slip between the ropes.