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.

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Noelle had hoped that this interloper would leave this as it was. But when she proved too drunk to not do the stupid thing, the princess wasn't exactly surprised. Noelle rolled her eyes and muttered something indiscernible under her breath as she prepared herself to counter. Fortunately, her assailant was wasted enough that she looked like whatever attack she would mount wouldn't be anything serious.

This woman was so off her ass that she couldn't even charge in a straight line as she tried to run down Noelle. She drifted off to one side, the overcorrected and went wide to the other side. Noelle would bury the top of her foot into the woman's stomach before she actually managed to stumble all the way to her.

Noelle would step forward and lift the drunk woman upside down. The correct way to handle this was quickly and decisively, so the Spaniard would go straight for the big gun. She would slam the woman with a Sit-Out Piledriver, let the woman's legs fall over her head, and then Noelle would grab the woman's arms and pull them up under her knees. Then Noelle would rise up into a standing sit, locking the drunkard into her signature submission move: Sea Dragon's Roar.

Sea Dragon's Roar

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Snow’s theatrical bravery evaporated the instant she laid a hand on Noelle, who reacted swiftly by driving the heel of her boot into the actress’s abdomen. Snow let out a cry before collapsing to her knees. A sharp, sudden crack echoed through the space, instantly knocking the wind out of Snow. Dazed by her own intoxication, the actress could barely process the impact; it took a moment for her to realize what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Dixie gently steered Clarissa away from the ring. Clarissa reached for her back, trying to soothe the pain caused by the holds she had been forced to endure. Dixie adjusted the sleeves of her waitress uniform before turning around to assess the scene and figure out how to keep the situation from escalating further. She certainly hadn’t expected to find the actress in such a position upon turning around. "Well, well..."

Snow threw her head back and let out a cry, trapped in a hold that kept her upside down, her head wedged between Noelle’s thighs. Noelle, in turn, had pinned Snow’s thick thighs in place using the actress’s own arms—a humiliating position that left her ample backside exposed toward the ceiling. Blood began to rush to her head, causing her cheeks to flush red.

In her current state of drunkenness, Snow’s body wouldn’t cooperate; she could barely move her legs below the knees. She was completely defenseless. "Ngh... L-let me down!" she demanded.

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Well, Noelle wasn't surprised. It was more than likely that she would be able to kick the interloper's ass, even if they were completely sober. So when they were held back by inebriation, there was just about no doubt that Noelle would be able to handle this even easier than she had just handled Clarissa mere moments before.

Once Noelle had her Sea Dragon's Roar locked in and secure, it wasn't long before the woman in her grasp started singing a different tune, whining for her freedom. "Are you done being a drunken idiot, then?" Noelle asked. "I'll let you go, if you agree not to try to attack me again. Otherwise, you can stay right there for awhile.

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Seeing the world upside down caused the actress’s dizziness to dissipate for a moment, allowing her to hear clearly what Noelle was saying: "Phew... you know what? Honestly, I’d rather stay like this aaaall day." Snow found herself in an incredibly humiliating situation, trapped in a hold that left her ample buttocks and plump vagina completely exposed to the air. Even so, she wasn't one to be cowed by the taunts of someone so brazenly arrogant, despite the fact that blood kept rushing to her head, staining her cheeks a deep, vivid red.

Snow lifted her head and offered a sardonic smile: "If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to finish me off. I’m not some damn ornament... And you know what? The moment you let me go, I’m going to tear you to pieces—bit by bit."

Dixie could hardly believe what she was hearing and let out a dry, sharp laugh. She knew just how competitive Snow could be, but seeing her like this—in such a humiliating position and completely drunk—was, to say the least, highly unusual.

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"Pfff," Noelle puffed out a chuckled when her restrained attacked opted to stay in her Sea Dragon's Roar, rather than admit defeat. "Fine by me," she said as she leaned back into the ropes. Comprising nothing from her hold, while eliminating the effort required to maintain the air sit that made her signature move work.

"We can stay here as long as you like," Noelle said. "But you should know that nobody who has ever been put into this hold has avoided submitting to it. Even the Lightweight Champion Annie Clark was left screaming her submission when I locked this in on her. You're some random drunk from the bar. You really trying to tell me you can take it even better than her?"

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The absurdity of being trapped in a submission hold applied by a Spanish princess in the middle of a wrestling ring... It all fueled a strange kind of adrenaline. The actress tried to move her legs, but Noelle’s control was absolute. Noelle used the ropes for comfortable support, turning a hold that would normally require great effort into a relaxed wait. Snow let out a groan as blood continued to pool in her head, intensifying the pressure behind her eyes. Her vision blurred; the ropes and the canvas merged into a dizzying kaleidoscope. Yet, despite the sharp, stabbing pain in her skull and the agonizing tension in her shoulders, that stubborn pride—fueled by alcohol—refused to give way.

“Annie Clark...” Snow squeezed her eyes shut, as if holding back a burst of laughter, before letting out a snort. “Hahaha! Are you really trying to intimidate me by saying, ‘Not even Annie Clark could break free from this’? What a joke! Hahaha!” The tension reached a point where the pain radiated down to her hips and knees as Noelle shifted toward the ropes; tears welled up in Snow’s eyes—brought on as much by the agony as by the laughter.

“I might be drunk, but you must be even more unhinged if you think you can intimidate me by claiming you’re capable of subduing a ‘paper champion’ like Annie,” Snow managed to say, her voice strained by her inverted position. A defiant—albeit upside-down—smile remained etched across her flushed face. “And me… Well. I’m an artist. I suffer for my art… And I know perfectly well when someone is a fraud… Nnnghg!” Had Snow not been intoxicated, the tension would have been even harder to endure. But if her state offered any advantage, it was that it bolstered her physical resilience; so, she continued.

“Do you think Annie is a champion on her own merits? Do you think the lightweight division is worth anything these days? No; the reality is that Rose Gold was so dominant that she had to retire undefeated just to make room for Annie. And what did Annie do? Did she propose a tournament to determine who truly deserved the belt? No. The coward simply kept the belt without ever offering a fair fight. No matter how you look at it, the current lightweight champion is a joke. And that includes you, for actually believing that story." Snow shook her head and let out a soft cough. "I told her that myself, a while back." Snow reproaches Annie. "And I swear, the moment I confront her and take that belt—I’m going to teach every one of these 'paper-thin' fighters a lesson! I’LL BE THE LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION!! Once I’ve Taken Them All Down!!" Snow let out a cry fueled by pure adrenaline, as if trying to psych herself up—even though, despite her drunken state, the pain was becoming increasingly nauseating and unbearable.

But just as she was about to let out a scream of agony, Clarissa appeared behind Noelle, grabbed her by her pigtails, and yanked her this way and that. "AAAAH!! Do you think you own this place or something?! How dare you treat me like this!!" the Brazilian bombshell shouted in frustration, grabbing at Noelle’s hair in a wild, erratic frenzy.