Micaiah Wilson vs. Doctor Fabulous - No Cure For the Wicked

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Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

It would be another night for Micaiah Wilson to wrestle, another night for a nice, fat paycheck. Tonight, she would be facing someone named Doctor Fabulous or whatever. She never heard that name before. Probably some no-name loser or something who came up with some lame gimmick for herself. Not that she cared, considering that Micaiah mostly wrestled only for money. But beating up some starry-eyed losers sounded like a good idea, so she was looking forward to win this upcoming match.

Already donning herself in her all-black attire, which consisted of her black bikini top and bottoms, she laced her boots before completing her preparation. She didn't feel like smoking for tonight, and she didn't want to deal with some backstage workers complaining about the smoke. When she was ready, she would wait at the gorilla position until there was her cue to make her entrance. And with that, she stepped to the ramp and was greeted by a resounding chorus of boos and jeers.

Micaiah Wilson

In response, Micaiah flipped them off as she walked down the ramp, heading over to the ring where the match would be held. Upon reaching the ring, she would climb up the apron, intentionally showing off her tight booty before entering the ring. She would walk around the ring a few times before going to the corner in order to wait for her opponent. She would lean against the turnbuckle, draping her arms over the top ropes as she would wait for her.

As she waited, her eyes would be fixed at the entrance. She wanted to see what her opponent was like. Whoever came up with a ridiculous name like Doctor Fabulous had to be some kind of pushover, she thought to herself.

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As Micaiah was waiting, the stage lit up to the tune of Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer. As the spotlight shone, the performer known as Doctor Fabulous stepped out. The blond fighter had a doctor's coat and a pair of glasses on her face and when she stepped out, she smiled happily at the crowd, adjusting her glasses once, mostly for show, before making her way down to the ring. She slapped hands with some of the fans ringside and then watched Micaiah as she waited for her. She kept a focused look on her, smiling rather confidently, and then made her way up the ring steps. Doc Fabulous then took off her glasses with a slightly sultry flair before shrugging out of her coat to reveal her proper ring gear.

Appearance

In her pink and black get up, she went over to the ring ropes and candidly looked at the crowd, posing in a way that could only be described as 'fabulous.' It would be tacky if it just didn't look so natural. But when she was done, she turned her attention to Micaiah and smiled, canting her head as she studied her. Her face, her expression, her posture, and her demeanor. They all painted an image in the doctor's mind. Her psychological background already formulating the pieces to see what kind of person she was about to go up with. She had an idea, but she smiled, knowing exactly what to say to solidify the picture in her mind. She looked as dainty and girly as she could be and then clasped her hands in front of herself, facing Micaiah directly, and said, "Micaiah, right? I am so excited to face you! I can't wait to have a fun time together!" She was able to keep herself from sounding exaggerated or fake. She would never act quite like that, but a little trick to her opponent wouldn't be a bad thing. She was, after all, a cerebral kind of performer.

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Micaiah observed her opponent, Doctor Fabulous, who made her entrance. It was so sugary that Micaiah couldn't help but snort out, stopping herself from laughing. Still, cheesy gimmick or not, she knew better than to underestimate her opponent. So, she would keep eyeing this woman as she would wait in the ring.

And then, the woman went to address Micaiah, and she made her best dispassionate expression as she stared at her in disinterested manner. "Huh, sure, whatever..." she grumbled in non-committal manner. She would then roll her shoulders, preparing herself for the match between the two of them to start. "Come on, cotton candy, let's get the match started already..." she said, once again nicknaming her opponent based on their appearance.

[Dubski]

Doc Fab studied her opponent's reaction to her impassioned greeting. She seemed a little bit grumpy, at the very least. Mildly irritated perhaps. Wanting to get this started it seemed sooner rather than later. But all the psychiatrist turned wrestler could do was let out a giggle when she called her cotton candy. "Oh, cotton candy? That is a clever name! I had a feeling you'd be fun!" she giggled all over again after her own comment, giving off a bubbly personality which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth. And she was actually quite tickled by that nickname. She knew the pink was too much sometimes, but if one wants to become Doctor Fabulous, one must dress fabulously.

The blonde then slowly approached her opponent in a relative newcomer's sort of wrestling pose. "Now Micaiah, I'm a little new at this, but I'm still hoping we can have a good time." Fab said the words in a rather sincere and good-natured sort of way. Of course, she was quite far from an amateur in the ring. But Micaiah didn't need to know that yet, especially when there would be so much more to learn from these cursory comments than if she knew the truth. And naturally, Doctor Fabulous was curious to see just how Micaiah's mind ticked. When she got close enough, she cleared her throat and said, "Okay, I'm ready when you are..." She stated the words cautiously, but she was fully ready to analyze and defend against whatever Micaiah may throw at her.

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Micaiah gave Doc Cotton Candy a look as she listened to her. Well, she sounded and looked like a pushover, but she knew better than to underestimate her opponent. Huffing, Micaiah would step forward and take a stance, preparing to clash with her opponent. "Warning for you. I'm not the type to be merciful, so don't blame me if you end up breaking some fingernails or worse," she said.

She took a look at her fabulous opponent's eyes. From the look of it, she seemed to be studying her. This could be nothing, but she didn't want to take any chance. So, as the match began, Micaiah would close in and try to lock up into a grapple with her, looking to test her strength. She would make use of her lower body strength as she would try to overpower her bright-colored opponent, hoping to see what she was capable of in this situation.

[Dubski]

As the Doctor was getting ready to square off, she had to let out an amused laugh at her opponent's threat. Doc Fabulous didn't exactly fear most people, as she'd be a rather poor psychiatrist it she did. That is, she hasn't met any Michael Myers types to really put the fear into her. But she doubted that even if this girl played mean in the ring, she couldn't do enough to really scare her. So Doc Fab paused and took a moment to admire her nails, then showed them off to Micaiah. They were pink to match her gear. She grinned and said, "Believe it or not, but a broken fingernail may be the worst thing. I just had these done."

Then the Doctor rose her hands to meet the test of strength. Micaiah was cautious. She spoke confidently, but her hesitation to really come at her hard betrayed her. She was confident, sure, but in her skill, not in her ability to win. This meant she was good. Fabulous grasped Micaiah's hands, and even before the test is strength began, she knew she wouldn't win this. The blond was actually pretty strong but Micaiah could clearly overpower her. So after a moment in the test of strength, she immediately dropped down and slid between Micaiah's legs to end up behind her. It was Doc's hope that she could surprise her enough that when she turned back to face her, she could nail her with a dropkick square in the chin.

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As the two of them locked up in a grapple, Micaiah could tell that she could overwhelm her opponent with her strength, but this particular opponent was quite clever as she suddenly broke the grapple and slid between Micaiah's legs, ending up behind her. This caught the Canadian off-guard, and she couldn't help but turn around in order to track her opponent down.

"Aughh!!"

And she ended up taking a dropkick to her chin for her trouble. The impact from the attack was enough to send Micaiah reeling, staggering a few steps back before she ended up falling onto her back. Groaning, she brought her hands onto her chin, still unable to comprehend what was going on to her. Just this early in this match, Doctor Fabulous managed to take her down with her clever moves.

[Dubski]

Doc Fab had leapt into the air and hit a picture perfect dropkick to Micaiah and when she landed she surveyed her handiwork and smiled. When the blond saw that her opponent was still downed, she got up from her knees and said, "I must have some beginner's luck!" The psychiatrist masked the words with genuine-sounding surprise and playfulness, trying to see how long she could play up this rookie thing.

The pink-clad wrestler then ran right at Micaiah and dropped down with a quick elbow attempt to the chest to try keeping her down. She had been off to a good start, and in the split moment that she had before she dropped down that the girl was a little bewildered. This meant good things for her in the early goings of the match, Doctor Fabulous thought. She thought that, at the very least, if she could capitalize off another strike, she could really show off with some flair.

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Micaiah was feeling groggy after taking the dropkick from her sugary opponent. There's no way this could be a beginner's luck. She had her own shares of fights in the past, and she could differentiate between those who knew what they were doing and those who didn't. She had no idea why this Doctor Fabulous decided to keep up with her rookie persona, but Micaiah knew better than to underestimate her.

So, as Doctor Fabulous decided to bring down her elbow for an elbow drop, Micaiah decided that it's about time to start moving. She would roll herself over, avoiding the elbow drop before getting herself onto her hands and knees. She would touch her jaw and chin, trying to ease the pain that came from the dropkick earlier. This time, she needed to focus on her recovery and getting back on her feet before her opponent could take advantage of her current condition.

[Dubski]

Doctor Fabulous dropped the elbow and Micaiah managed to get out of the way in time. Fortunately, the good doctor didn't expect it to necessarily hit, so she didn't put all of her force behind it and was able to come back up to her feet with relative quickness, but she did shake out her arm a bit to ease the pain. Even through this, the fabulous one had a smile on her face and said, "Quick reflexes! Good dodge! Don't think you'll be so fortunate next time!" She wiggled her eyebrows in a joking manner towards the tanned brunette, adopting a proper wrestling stance.

The psychiatrist motioned towards her own chin with a few fingers and grinned at Micaiah. "I see I left an impression." She poked a little fun at her opponent for babying her chin. But in all actuality, she was allowing Micaiah to have her time to recover and let her set the pace again. Doc Fabulous loved the patience. It allowed her to analyze and come up with a plan. The time was perfect for someone as methodical as the Doctor. She was curious to see how Micaiah would approach this next.