Strip Until Their Nude Handicap Match
Sailor Scout Pink and Purple Vs Karolina "Ray" Reinhardt
Winner is determined when either Karolina or both members of Nova Trinity are stripped nude. In addition, once a member of Nova Trinity gets stripped down they are then eliminated from the match
With a healthy spring in her step Sailor Scout Pink would exit the gorilla position and make her way towards the ring. Happily greeting her fans along the way while Where Courage Is Born played from the speakers. Naturally not far behind her Sailor Scout Purple, better known as Alexa, would trail behind her practically ignoring everyone as she walked with her arms crossed.
Where Courage Is Born
Which she wouldn't even stop doing as they settled in the center of the ring. She of course wasn't as excited about the whole magical girl thing as Serenity was but the pink themed hero still held high hope for her partner in crime fighting to come around on her fun little gimmick. For now though she just had to wait and address the crowd by herself as best as she could.
"Alright my loyal Sailor Scouts! Looks like tonight another villain has come to threaten our peace! Worst of all she wants to strip us nude! Well it ain't happening! Me and Sailor Scout Purple will prevail! And when we do we'll show this perverted scoundrel what it means to mess with Nova Trinity!" Serenity finished.
Lifting her magically disguised microphone over her head before she would finally bring it down and point to the gorilla entrance. "Now then why don't you come out, villain and face our judgement!" Serenity goaded. Grinning stupidly for a moment before she would feel a tap on her shoulder. "Do you even know who our opponent is?" Alexa asked, looking annoyed.
"Of course I do. Don't be silly. It's um… Karolina Reinh-Reinha-"
"Reinhardt!"
"Yeah that's it." Serenity agreed. Only for a second later to feel her whole body get spun around. As Alexa gripped her by her shoulders and forced the pink heroine to look at her. "You fucking idiot! You picked a fight with a Reinhardt?!"
The Reinhardts collected together backstage within a dressing room. Adelaide had her back against the door, cross-armed and looking bemused. “I don’t understand why women like us is really taking part.” She said to Karolina, who sat on a bench, tightening up her gloves and lacing up her boots, “We often are faced with things that don’t appeal to us. It doesn’t mean we don’t do them.” Maria was laying down beside her, pointing at the ceiling, counting the lights with a lazily pointing finger, “But this is a little different. Don’t you think? They see you get stripped and we’ll be ruined. I-I mean. M-maybe.” Maria stammered and fumbled into talking to herself, and Karolina assured, “What they’ll see is a woman. It will hardly make a point, or second born would’ve already been embarrassed out of business.” Karolina’s eyes flickered to Karla, and Karla replied with a squint, crossing her arms as she leaned on the lockers. She laughed and walked towards the door, “Seems like our great mother has it handled. She doesn’t need us to get ripped naked, maybe we should let her get her first dose of humiliation like all of us have. She deserves it.” Karla’s tone fell from mocking to a growl. She stopped before Adelaide and looked up, “Out of my way, Adelaide. I have better things to see than whatever joke this turns out to be.”
Adelaide looked down, pursed her lip and shook her head, “Brat.” She whispered, then moved, opening the door as Karla strode out and down the halls.
“Brat or not, you’ve all made valid concerns.” Karolina stated, now rising to her full weight, with the cape draping to her calves. Her stance was tall and straight, stride gentle but deliberate and not a waver from her objective of the door.
“But we all know how this ends. I’ll have time for remorse when it’s over.”
And she left.
Adelaide watched her go, looking at Johanna from across the room. “Nothing to say? Nothing?”
Johanna shrugged. “It’s not my business.”
Maria slugged herself up, slumping shoulders and rubbing her nape. There was needling red hair over her eyes, and she blinked slowly. “I get we’re all Reinhardts - but attending a match where my mother gets stripped is just plain weird.” Feet clambered together as she made a stance, sliding them across to exit out the door, “I’m going to go calm Karla down. You should go visit our new arrival, I heard she’s loads of fun.”
Adelaide watched her leave as well, and thus, there were only Johanna and herself. An awkward silence nagged on like an ambience. Adelaide looked down, deliberating with a hand cupping her chin. “Hmm.” Then her finger snapped, and she peeked to her daughter, “Do you know how to drive?” and Johanna nodded, “I can.” That made Adelaide smile, “Then I have a new friend for you to meet. Let's go.” And together they left.
But as for Karolina. Well. It was about time for her to arrive.
It started with a choir’s chanting voice, and the rhythm of a drum as the background. A taste of violin splashed, and the build as it grew louder, doubling in instruments. Her adversaries needn’t wait long. A red carpet rolled onto stage, the ends held by two tall, suited men who hurried down the ramp as Karolina strode out with scarlet spotlights illuminating her path, looking nowhere but the ring with her chin propped up as if she looked down on everyone who set eyes on her. Not even her glance was awarded to their likes. Her walk was marked by that golden-black leotard that hugged her curves. Scarlet for palms, knee-high boots, hair as free-flowing as the wild river and a face so impeccable, you’d find nothing more well-sculpted. To those who rolled out the carpet, she was god. To many others, she was an omen of death. And to many more; a mark of perfection. The one true flawless woman, as cold as she was fair. Beautiful in size, that for an anti-wrestler, there was the undeniable draw that made her pure and toxic. Spoiler
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She stopped at the ramp, folded her arms up and turned her fingers to claws, then fists. And her death glare melted into a smile to a grin, then an ear-to-ear teeth-showing sneer as she laughed. “I’m back.” Two pillars of fire ripped from the stage effects, one on either side and roared until she started to walk once again. More pillars of fire flared up from the ramp’s flanks with each step, each dying instantaneously, only for another to rage as she took another step. At ringside, the servants had laid out her path to the steps, allowing her to pass before one followed behind and seated the ropes so Karolina could enter freely. The second servant hurried to fetch her a microphone, tossing it to the first who entered the ring with her, kneeled and offered it. Karolina took it without even looking at him. Her eyes and stoic expression belonged solely to her opponents, and she had one thing to say to them, “Nova Trinity.” Karolina licked her lips, “Come and judge me. I’m ready.” With that, her mic dropped from her hands as the servant took her cape, fetched the microphone at her feet and rolled out. Now it was just them. Alone.
Last edited by Monsy on Wed Aug 31, 2022 9:50 am, edited 2 times in total.
Tossing her head back Alexa couldn't help but to palm her forehead, and think. She just couldn't believe her ears. Serenity, the dumbass, had booked them against a Reinhardt! Which one? She didn't exactly know but the name by now had enough weight to it that she had learned to stay away from them until she had at least a bit more experience.
Unfortunately such precautions seemed pointless now. As the two found themselves at the deep end and could hear Koralina's theme swell in the distance. What was Serenity thinking? No! She wasn't thinking at all. Like everything else she handled this was a joke to her and if that was the case. Then what Alexa needed to do was abandon Serenity's stupid ass in this ring and force her to - Serenity was scared. Alexa could see it from the corner of her eye.
Serenity was scared and like a deer in headlights she was transfixed by Koralina's entrance. As it did its job conveying power and fear to its viewers all of which would culminate to an overwhelming feeling of dread but unlike Serenity. Alexa, despite her reaction which probably wasn't helping, wasn't so easily swayed and in that moment of clarity she could see the error she made.
Serenity may have made a mistake but it wasn't just her fault. Alexa had plenty of time to object, to scrutinize, to plan but because she had been so adamant about not being involved in this "team". She hadn't bothered to check up on her airhead of a partner! Once again proving that Janice was right about her, she really was her own worst enemy.
It did hurt to admit but she had to do better. Serenity was an idiot but, even she didn't deserve to be backstabbed… again. To be left to wolves again, if they were really meant to be partners then she had to quit being so self centered at the very least with her. Otherwise where would it all end? She didn't know and didn't want to. Fortunately she still had time to fix this and there was really no better way to start than with a hard punch to Serenity arm.
"Ow! Ale-"
"Where do you think she got her outfit? I think she sewed it herself." Alexa whispered. Putting a brave face to a terrible situation as the two would finally see the massive woman enter the ring and make her declaration. Which normally would have prompted Serenity but with her still reeling from Alexa's joke, the brunette who wouldn't would instead step up!
Spinning on her heels she'd point her finger to her foe and say. "Great! Cause we got a laundry list! Don't we Pink?!"
"Wh- Um. Yeah!"
"Like how come you got no fashion sense?"
"Yeah!"
"Or self awareness? You're facing Nova's…"
"...Trinity."
"Nova's Trinity, thanks, you might as well forfeit now!"
"Yeah!" Serenity yelled again. Unironically hyping herself up moments before Alexa would turn to the ref and nod. Both letting them know that their team was ready and that the match should start now. At which point the bell would ring as both girls would rush their giant opponent and attempt a double punch to her gut!
Karolina found herself rather bemused by the pair. Anyone who can muster up courage through their own fears, was in Karolina’s mind, worthy of affording some time to. It was cute in a way. Admirable. And by all accounts, standing side by side with an ally to stare death in the eyes, was powerful to boot. Yes. Tearing them down aside, she was resolute to give them an honest experience. As painful and humiliating as any other. But no malice quite yet.
Her brow flinched when asked that question. One liners strung into a combo. “Forfeit.” She said with a click of her tongue, a mere comment right before the bell sounded. Being charged as an opener was something no one quite done yet in her career. Everyone seemed content on ceding the initiative. But like all wrestlers, they were often reckless and in over their heads. Karolina’s longer reach showed itself, bracing a foot back and shooting her arms forward and aim to intercept by clutching their throats.
If succeeded, Karolina would be left hunched, low enough that she’d be eye-level, her reddish hue stabbing a gaze of chill contempt.
“Tch. Tch. Tch. Lessers, the both of you.”
Karolina stepped forward, letting out a roar as she curled her bicep and lifted, aiming to take both women into the air until her arm was fully extended. Her bottom lip shivered with incandescence. On the next step, she thrusted down and aimed to plunge them both into the canvas with a chokeslam!
This was the end. Serenity was sure of it not even one match in and Nova's Trinity was already finished. Alexa and her were already on shaky ground but this screw up was seriously going to cost her. She fucked up! She really did and all because she wanted Alexa have a fun match and be more accepting of their partnership.
It was a good plan, if only she had bothered to check up on who her opponent was or better yet. Not have trusted management when she had asked for a "villian". She didn't even ask Janice to review it because Yamamoto-san had been so reassuring, the bastard! Now all of it was biting her in the ass and she just wanted to curl up in a ball and suck her thumb.
Just the way Karolina commanded the arena upon her entrance was making Serenity incredible anxious. Like she was somehow wrong for just standing around to wait on her. It was creepy in a way but before she could really think about it. She would be punched back into reality!
As Sailor Purple would not only hype her up but the crowd as well to a rebellious frenzy! Fueling the half scared Sailor Scout to swallow her fears and charge straight into the heart of danger with her tag partner! Their battle cries resonating with the crowd as they neared the mountain of a woman that was Karolina. Though Sailor Pink wouldn't dare to think of it or her simple demand to forfeit. Which almost had her skittering to a stop and do as she was told!
However her nerves would persevere and with Sailor Purple, Alexa, by her side anything felt possible. Of course it was only then when she would literally choke! Her eyes bulging as Sailor Purple and her were caught by their throats. Gagging as they tried to rip themselves free but when it became obvious that neither of them could. They would stare defiantly into their opponent's cold eyes until she would eventually chokeslam them into the hard ground! Stunning the two as they writhed around on the floor in hush pained tones.
Quite the brave force, these two.
Not only did they defy, with the help of each other, but even the gull to go right for their prize. Oh, how sweet was that. They’d make excellent dogs. Always yapping. She can see why second-born liked the word so much, but it still wasn’t her cup of tea. Things were hard defined. These two wrestlers needed a taste of just what being a wrestler gets them. Nothing. But. Pain. The eyes of someone who wouldn't back down was all the motivation she needed to slam the pair of heroines like dolls.
Karolina stood tall afterward, in-between them. Bangs over her one eye did marvel to stab the fear of god to the crowd she peered at. She didn’t look down. Her opponents weren’t there. She was alone, for just a moment, tempering her hate before lifting her hands, palms-up and fingers half-curled, presenting herself to the world. “Pray.” Karolina said aloud, then when she looked down, she did the one thing Reinhardts did best -- what monarchs do to rambunctious subjects, and stomp on their frail bodies. She targeted Sailor Pink first, the skittish and naïve one, lifting her boot and thrusting down to sledgehammer their gut. If that worked, she’d turn to Sailor Purple, the little agitator who worked up this little rebellion, and shot her boot sole for their chest.
