Win via Pinfall, Submission, Disqualification or Countout
”Annie Clark”
Everyone knew that Annie would never back down from a challenge, but for some, this seemed a bit much even for someone who was the current reigning LAW Lightweight Champion. A two on one handicap match against two wrestlers who were a good deal bigger then Annie, just seemed a bit much no matter how strong or skilled Annie was. But Annie never thought of it that way, this was her time to make a statement. Seline even asked to tag with her before all of this, but Annie let her know that she needed to do this all on her own. It was time to take down both Vorona and Winter Songbird, and really let people know that she deserved her spot as Lightweight Champion.
Annie was doing some arm stretches, Lightweight Championship laid down on her side. She was ready to fight tonight, already clad in her wrestling gear. She knew she needed to focus and lock in tonight, or else she could fall for her opponents tonight.
Soon enough, the LAW official knocked on the door, to which she nodded and waved, before heading out to the ring, ready to wrestle.
The arena turned bright orange, and Annie made her way down to the ring, marching down while slapping hands with some fans who wanted to greet her. Annie wanted to come out and give the crowd a show. Annie walked up the steel steps and underneath the middle rope into the ring. She then climbed onto the middle rope in her corner and waved to the crowd and then taking off the Lightweight Championship and showing it to the crowd.
She then headed to her corner and put the Lightweight Championship underneath the turnbuckles so that the ringside crew could take care of it. She then waited for Vorona & Winter to make their entrance.
They were set for a Tornado Handicap match. The very best kind, if you ask her! She was in the dressing room, assessing her feathers, wraps and ribbons! Tonight, they had a showing with the Lightweight Champion! Winter herself was smaller than her by an eleven-pound margin, an inch, and her dearest sun had six or seven pounds on her. Three inches in height. In such a case, Winter scratched her head about it.
There was a set of black cuffs on the table in front of her. Why were they using cuffs against someone they can overpower? Mm-mm. She found her answer assuming it’s an insurance policy. They were going to dominate the greatest opportunity in their careers after all! And Winter wanted nothing more than to show Vorona as superior to champions. It made her subconsciously worry, honestly, with a heavy chest and sweaty palms as she chewed on loose strands of hair. But she knew, when she stepped out, that all those chills needed to go away. There was only belief. So when she was ready, she grabbed the cuffs, stuffed them into her back waistline, then left the dressing room.
Vorona was waiting near a guerilla position. Winter was prepped in
. A skirt over shorts, a top with a translucent chest window, wraps, ribbons on her arms, jewels on her neck and a pair of boots and knee pads. White, purplish and red. Vorona was also dressed but with her big white overcoat for the reveal. Suddenly, Winter was reminded of something critical: where was hers?!
“Looking for something?” Vorona said, then opened her coat to unveil Winter’s coat, folded over Vorona’s arm. Winter took it, donned it, then looked up. "Thanks. Did I forget this at home?"
Vorona nodded, making Winter blush with a tad of shame. How could she forget on such a big day? Mm-mm, she'll have to make that up.
“Ready?” Vorona asked, lifting Winter's spirits in one breath. “Yes! I want you to give that Champion a whooping they won't forget! You should make her drool, then steppings on her like--” Winter raised her foot, then pretended a patch of air was a face. She stepped on it, wiggled her heel then stomped to the ground.
"Mm..." Vorona almost smiled. She was underneath, but appearances, appearances. "I'll be known worldwide after that." Then she let one show. It was appropriate. If world renown was what Vorona wanted, then Winter wanted it too with everything of her tiny being. She showed it with a firm nod.
“Showtime, love.”
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The lights cooled into a December evening. A cone of moonlight shines on Winter, who makes a ballerina pose in the middle of the stage. Her arms are spread, unveiling her wrestling attire underneath. Her wrists point up, fingers flexed. She
with the voice of an angel to the skies, summoning her dearest in prayer as the lights cut again. Then when they returned, her prayers were answered. The
. Vorona manifests behind her, eyes forward and serious through her mask, directing a look at the ring. She reached over, grabbed Winter’s hand and led her down the ramp.
They discarded their coats at the exact same time going up the steps. They piled them on the apron. Vorona sat on the middle rope. Winter stepped in and extended her hand to Vorona. They joined in the middle of the ring, chest-to-chest and slow danced, eyes closed, no need to look at each other’s feet. A spotlight followed them through the music of Vorona’s entrance theme, swaying on the highs and spinning on the lows. Around and around they went until Vorona dipped Winter so her head craned back and she was staring at the Champion.
Both of them donned this malicious gaze and cocky grins. “Hellos, Champion! Are you ready for your absolute destroying?!”
Vorona straightened Winter back up, then let her twirl once until stopping. Winter pointed at Annie from her place, investing full confidence in Vorona to protect her AND the cuffs they brought to the ring.
“Because that’s what’s comin’ by her hand and her hand only!”
She stepped aside, then gestured with both arms spread at Vorona. She was now unveiled in her black high-cut leotard with a stomach window. Black fishnets, arm sleeves, a choker, thigh-high black boots and a trademark mask.
. Winter beamed with pride and sparkles in her eyes, as if wordlessly adding:
YES, THIS IS HER. BEHOLD THE GREATEST PERSON I’VE EVER KNOWN!
Annie stared down as Vorona & Winter made her entrances, not being impressed by the overall gusto of her opponents. This was especially apparent once the both of them got in the ring, with Winter getting right up in the Lightweight Champions presence.
“Hey partner, I thought this would be a handicap match. Are you just going to leave your partner out to dry while I give her an ol southern beatdown?” Annie said, trying to get into Winter’s head. “Or are you going to be a good partner, and get your rear end beatin as well.”
Annie would then walk right up to Vorona. “If you think you can intimidate me, think again.” Annie said as she tried to shove Vorona to make a statement that she would not be intimidated by her two opponents.
Leave her partner out to dry?Uum-uum.
Southern beatdown? Uum-uum.
There was SOMETHING in her head alright. A bowl of letter soup. She held her pose in presenting Vorona to her lucky opponent, hands spread wide, arms angled like a sideways V. Her smile was glistening, then grinned wider as her head got emptier. A sweatdrop formed on her hairline. “You’re saying you’se beings the beaten us, yes?”
She hoped Vorona had better insight. Which she did. And not too unexpectedly, she was being approached. Then when shoved, her stance was braced after stumbling three micro-steps.
“You mangy rat.” Vorona dusted herself off, swiping down and then motioning the arms back around. One arm folded underneath the other’s elbow, which propped up. The hand cupped one side of her face. “This was my usual presentation, nothing more or less. You must feel threatened to feel the need to project your... what was is it called? Ah, yes. 'Southern' hospitality.”
She leaned forward. Though she didn’t need to do that very much to be eye-level, she still did to show her superiority. Her gaze was cold. Lips thin. “So? Do you feel threatened, little one?”
Annie shoved Vorona to show her that she meant business, needless to say it looked like Vorona got pretty upset about that as she leaned forward into Annie, seemingly in an attempt to intimidate her.
“You know what, lemme show you how threatened I feel partner.” Annie said before quickly grabbing Vorona’s head and attempting to hit her with a forearm smash right across the face.
Vorona typically expected to be the one to control the room. The temperature and tempo.
To just... Be grabbed out of the blue, with no bell to signify anything starting. She wasn't ready for it. So when the forearm crashed into her face, sinking into the soft cheek of the artist, her head snapped to the side. Her knees felt like goop. She stumbled back, hit the corner and nearly fell on her but. The world now started to ring and spin. If she stood upright again and tried taking a step, she was sure to fall on her face.
Vorona was rocked a little silly. She focused on fixing her mask which now sagged on one side. She leaned forward, slouched, feet wider apart and with a glare.
"Just--Just... what was that!? Who do you think you are? -- Aren't you supposed to... represent the division?? What example does this set? Attacking before the bell... It's a... Disgrace."
She talked and talked. Her dizzied brain struggled to string the sentences together coherently. But it would serve one lovely purpose. As Annie had ignored dearest Winter Songbird, she was shuffling herself to stand behind the Lightweight Champion. When Winter leaned her head to the side to catch Vorona's gaze, the Artist suddenly had a villainous grin push up. Just needed to keep her attention.
"A disgrace... Yes. That's what you are. An uninspired... pitiful..." Her grin grew. "Little. One."
And on cue, Winter would attempt to kick the Lightweight Champion between her legs!
Annie smiled as she knocked Vorona flat on her rear end with the forearm smash. She felt satisfied taking the braggart down and teaching her a lesson. “Well partner, you should spend less time talking and more time fighting. I’m ready to fight right now!”
Annie was then focused on Winter, waiting for her opponent to stand back up on her feet and wrestle her.
Sadly, for her, she did not notice Winter coming right behind her, until she felt a searing pain in her private area.
“OOMPH!” Annie said as she fell to her knees, holding her private area in pain.
Winter cheered with a self-satisfied fist-pump. For Vorona who was slouched in the corner, she too now grinned with a sharpness etched into the corners of her mouth. “Are you? I don’t know about that. Winter, if you would, ready her for my match.”
“On it!”
Vorona stood up, then approached the hurting Annie, as tall as she could. An arm folded beneath her bust, the elbow in her palm and the splayed hand cupped around her cheek. She sneered down at her like you would a pest. Meanwhile, Winter kneeled behind Annie, started taking her wrists and putting them behind her back. She retrieved the cuffs from her person, then started to put them around Annie’s wrists one by one.
"See, little one? You can’t think beyond what’s right in front of you. Now your strength can't help you. And without strength, there's nothing keeping me from painting you over. Of course, first, I’ll need to beat you up, remove your clothes and get my brushes. Then there's the matter of deciding how I'll take my victory. But-- we can take our time.”
Click.
Click.
Went the cuffs.
And Vorona continued after a sigh. “There. Now you’re ready to fight.”
On cue, the bell sounded: DING-DING-DING.
And Vorona took a quick step back, then snapped her leg forward to hopefully kick Annie right on the chin.
Annie was on her knees immensely in pain from the kick to her crotch and was in so much pain that she could not do anything about Vorona and Winter Songbird putting some cuffs on her. “AGH! STOP!” She yelped.
Annie’s face was wincing, as she could not do anything at the moment, beinbg on her knees with her hands tied up.
“OOMPH!” Annie said as she was kicked in the face, and she fell onto her sides, her face in obvious pain.
Winter’s hands tied behind her back. She felt so very proud of herself, glittering with a plan well-done. But that didn’t begin to compare to how she felt when Vorona’s hand stroked her hair.
“Good job, Winter. We have our canvas.”
Winter nearly bounced. She suddenly felt so stimulated that she could vibrate on the spot. Her cheeks were all red. She can feel her heart jacked with electricity and racing. Her body felt warm, from her face to between her legs and everything in-between.
“T-T-T-T-T-Thhh…” And her grin couldn’t be suppressed. It was hurting her cheeks. Her hands were fidgeting trying to form a coherent thought. “T-Thanks youuu…”
Meanwhile Vorona was busy inspecting Annie with a foot on her head. “Mm… now, we... or rather I, shall finish her quickly. As its been my genius and efforts alone getting us this far, I’ll take the honours.” And then Vorona bent over, took Annie by her head and stood her up. She stuffed Annie into her armpit, a lithe arm over her nape and placed a hand between her legs to scoop her up.