Prowling Under Daylight - Darina Daybreak v. Louise Belair

[FreestylePoet]

Standard Match
Victory by pinfall, submission, or count-out. Standard disqualification rules apply.

The report of a vacuum, like hot air after ignition, swept through the lower bowl! Slowly but surely, a sliver of gold rose up the entrance, tempoed by a rhythmic clicking. With each tick, both light and sound sped their ascent. A silhouette came into view: Arms up, hooded, and standing tall!

Then the clicking broke into bouncing synths! As the verse began, the golden backlight dropped, and Darina Daybreak came into view!

Darina Daybreak

This time, she was facing someone who, like Darina herself, had gotten out to a fast start in LAW. Louise Belair -- or Lou, if she pleased -- was another rising star in the promotion. Unlike Darina, though, Lou had picked up a bit of a nasty reputation backstage. From picking fights to wrestling dirty, she really was a heel's heel. Which made Darina the perfect person to deliver some comeuppance.

She strode down the ramp. Halfway through, she stood wide and threw her arms out for the customary response. She called, they responded:

"The STARS are gonna SHINE toNIGHT!"

When it was over, the crowd was already screaming their head off at the chance to see one of LAW's hottest new talents take on another well-known recent signee. One caught her eye. "Hah?" she asked the guy. "You want an autograph? Heh, hell yeah. Why not?" Darina took a knee on the entrance ramp, taking the fan's poster. It was a good picture they'd picked out for this wall decor. The man handed her a Sharpie too, and Darina started to sign it.

[Bearhug Goddess]

New day, new evening, new match for Louise who was finally returning to the ring after numerous backstage brawls since her last match. As usual, the so-called "Goddess" imposed herself on LAW in her own way, not following any rules and being a big brute who did not follow the values and traditions of classic wrestling, or even any other combat sport. But in a sense, it allowed her to become as popular as she was today, enough that even some female wrestlers hated her even though they had never fought her.

Speaking of the wrestler she was going to fight, Louise didn't know anything about her opponent, as usual. She wasn't going to waste her time learning a name or memorizing a face that was going to be under her foot at the end of the match, she had other, more important things to do. But the LAW staff gave her only one piece of advice, not to attack her opponent in her locker room. So be it, for once Louise was going to accept this "advice" but to use it as an excuse when she entered the scene.

No matter the type of match and no matter her opponent, Louise's entry on stage never went as planned. Once again, she deprived her fans and other spectators of her theme to appear during her opponent's entrance, this time in a slightly more discreet manner because her opponent, apparently blonde and much taller than her, was already on stage and even took the opportunity to sign an autograph for one of her fans. The Frenchwoman's smile had never been so wide, it was the perfect moment for her turn to enter the scene, finding herself behind her kneeling opponent.

“GOOD…”

Louise grabbed Darina's head with one hand and pushed it forward, wanting to smash her opponent's face against the barricade between the stage and the spectators. It was a cowardly and dishonest act, especially when Darina was trying to give a smile to one of her fans, but the Wildcat couldn't pass up such a great chance to hit her opponent's face so early in the match.

"...EVENING, CUNT !!~"

Louise

[FreestylePoet]

Felt glided across glossy paper as Darina's soon-to-be-famous signature scrawled itself into life. The fan even picked out a gold Sharpie for her -- how considerate!

Unfortunately for Dare, she'd forgotten one of the most infamous parts of Lou's reputation: Her penchant for ambushes!

The crowd screamed and gasped in an attempt to warn her, but it was too late. "Huh?" By the time she reacted to Louise's shout, her head had already met steel.

Dare's brow lit up with angry, crackling pain. Immediately, she crumpled to the ground. Darina fell into the small area between the entrance ramp and the barricade. Pain radiated from her nose on out, and almost on instinct, she started to cover up. Darina rolled onto her back. Her arms went up in front of her face, and she tucked her legs up. It was the prime position to defend against an oncoming mount, or to keep an opponent at bay while she tried to get up.

If only she could see well enough to use it. That barricade did Darina's brain something fierce, and she was still blinking the lights from her eyes. For now, all she could do was play a blind man's defense: Whenever she felt her assailant bearing down on her, Darina would kick like a mule! It wasn't the most effective counterattack; Darina was still a sitting duck. But she had to do something!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise had a rather astonishing passion for attacking her opponents during their entrance on stage or even before the match started and even if it did not please her opponents at all, the spectators and the LAW staff, she took care to make all its ambush unique. It was her way of making art and no rule or living thing was going to stop her from doing what she wanted, especially when such a perfect opportunity presented itself to her.

She slammed her opponent's head against the iron barricade and released it, smiling angelically at the crowd who booed her for her action. You have to believe that tonight she wasn't appreciated and she didn't intend to complain about it, she still didn't care because what interested her was beating and destroying her opponent who was now on the ground.

"What a stupid weakling..."

The wildcat sighed and approached the blonde, spreading her fingers to try to grab her and force her to get up but Darina was not as stupid as she seemed. Her kicks were not very powerful but effective enough to prevent Louise from catching her, which was starting to frustrate and annoy her. She then changed strategy, grabbing both of her opponent's legs to place them under her armpits and spinning around for a Giant Swing.

"Let's end this stupid match quickly!~"

Louise spun around a few times to be sure to lift Darina and let go at the right time to throw the blonde towards the ring. There were still a few meters to go but it was going to be a child's walk, so the Wildcat took her time to get closer to her opponent and continue to drag her towards the ring, despite the boos from the spectators and the discontent of the crowd and the referee who ordered Louise to come into the ring to scold her.

[FreestylePoet]

Darina kicked her legs out over and over, each strike only finding the slightest of purchase. She couldn't aim, and Louise definitely wasn't dumb enough to just walk into that buzzsaw of her own accord. So soon enough, she was caught, dragged back up onto the entrance ramp and... Brought into the air?

Suddenly, gravity left her as Darina was swung around and around in a wide circle! "Whoaoaoaoaoaaat the fu--?!" Then Louise let go, sending Darina flying across the entrance ramp. She craned her neck up at just the right time, but the rest of her wasn't spared from the impact. Paved steel bit at her back as she skidded one, two, three times like a stone on water. Her hair and hood tousled into one mangy ball, Darina let out a groan. At least she wasn't concussed again. That was worth something.

And with each slow, lurching step that Lou took on her way to Darina, the Daybreaker's clearing mental state became worth even more. Soon enough, she could actually see what was going on around her, and she even had time to plan, thanks to her opponent taking her sweet-ass time.

The thing was.. This wasn't an ideal situation for Darina, even if her sight was clearing up. Dare was a standup fighter first and foremost. With her back on the ground, there wasn't much she could do. She was also a martial artist, though, and self-defense prioritized survival above all else. Whether it was bullies on a playground or a big freakin' bully just outside the LAW ring, Darina knew how to fight dirty if need be. Surprise tactics. Dangerous attacks. Weak points.

The second Louise entered her range, Darina let out a roar and one more kick, this one with all the might she could muster -- right into Louise's kneecap!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise was really small compared to her weight. 164 centimeters for almost 70 kilograms, she was at the limit of heavyweight despite her small size... But that wasn't all. The French girl was not only short and heavy, she was also strong, at least in her arms. It wasn't the first time she showed and proved it but she was strong enough to lift and slam heavyweights hard enough to be feared by many.

What had just happened with Darina was new proof, the little Goddess easily lifted her heavyweight opponent with a Giant Swing! But she didn't take advantage of it too much, she circled around the void a few times before throwing the blonde towards the ring, sighing simply to show her boredom before looking at the crowd with a little mischief. She took her time, maybe a little too much, and decided to flex her biceps to show how powerful she was.

“Too ea-sy~”

The crowd booed her despite her incredible strength performance, maybe in a different context and if Louise wasn't a heel she could have gotten the praise from the crowd.. But that wasn't what she was looking for. To be loved or to be hated was the same in the eyes of the French woman, all she wanted was to become rich and famous by doing what she knew how to do best, beat up people.

She walked slowly towards her opponent, long but powerful and confident. Darina was still on the ground and did not expect the slightest offensive from her, or at least not to receive another kick before she got up. Her selfishness betrayed her and left an opening that the blonde seized, hitting the French girl's knee who groaned in pain before falling on her buttocks, holding her leg with both hands while curling up on herself.

“GAAARGHH!!”

[FreestylePoet]

The worst of it was over. Darina had, at least, fought off the immediate threat of Louise's ambush, and now the Wildcat was on the ground. A simmering heat still spread in wide circles across her back, and Darina's vision swam a little from that bash against the barricade. But the crowd was on her side now. The second Louise went down, they gasped in excitement. When Darina staggered to a knee, they let out a cheer. She met them in kind with a pump of her fist, then stood the rest of the way up.

"Honestly? Pretty smart of you." She took a moment to stretch out that aching back of hers. "Most people can't take me in a fair fight. Do what you know how to do, right?" Half cheering and half laughing, the audience applauded Darina as she moved towards her opponent. "Get up." She hauled Louise to her feet and quickly locked her into a Muay Thai clinch. Forehead to forehead, hands around shoulders. Then she turned around, positioning Louise with her back to the ring. Darina tossed in a few quick jabs and knees, just to keep her on the back foot.

"Alright," she sighed, clearly winded from the ordeal, "Let's go for a ride!" Finally, Darina sprinted, keeping Louise in her clutches as she charged towards the ring! "Rrrrrah!" Thanks to Louise flinging Darina down the ramp, there wasn't much runway left. Still, Louise was a mountain of muscle that the Daybreaker had to trudge to push past. It was the kind of feat worthy of Darina and Louise. When she finally reached the ring, Darina slammed her opponent back-first into the ring ropes! She finished the move with an uppercut, hoping to send Louise flopping right into the ring!

Darina drew a spiral in the air with one hand and pointed at the ref with her other. "Ring the bell!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

The great confidence and ego of the self-called Goddess caused her loss, greatly underestimating her opponent who was not completely defeated. At the same time she should have predicted it, the match hadn't even started yet and you shouldn't have gotten used to fighting against jobbers. This caused her to fall to her knees, groaning in pain from the blow she had taken to her knees.

She raised her eyes and looked at her angry opponent, she only wanted one thing and that was to take revenge. But she was impatient, she tried to get up on her own but her knees were much too weak to support her weight. Her growls grew louder and her gaze showed nothing but resentment.

“Fuck off !”

Darina helped the Frenchwoman to get up on her feet by forcing her to stay pressed against her in a rather particular clinch which allowed Darina to continue to deliver blows to the rather robust body of the Wildcat who could only absorb the blows and allow yourself to be moved. The most painful thing was each step she took but after walking a few meters accompanied by the cries of the audience applauding the heavyweight for her performance, Louise took a blow more powerful than those she had received and found herself pushed back back, enough to find herself in the ring.

“Kuh ! Kuhh ! Kuhhh !.. UUURGH !”

It was a pretty amazing start to the match. Louise wasn't used to losing her ambush... No, it was the first ambush she had lost. It was rather humiliating now that she thought about it but the most important thing was to win this match. She sighed long, standing up for the first time to sit on her butt before getting up on her feet, lightly massaging her knees while glaring at her opponent and the referee so that the match could start as quickly as possible.

[FreestylePoet]

Somehow, Darina knew the crowd was on its feet. They looked like colored splotches jittering across her view, and their cheers were more of a washed out conch-yawn, but they were there. Dancing and clapping and shouting her name. Their fight had gotten off to a flying start even before the bell had rung: One more ambush, just like all the others. Except that by the end of it, Darina was still standing. Barely though she was.

After Louise's brutal prematch antics had left many an opponent floored without a fight, it was only natural that the first woman to stand up to one was worth cheering. It was only natural that Darina would be pumped about it, too. What they didn't know -- what the unerasable smile on Darina's face hid from them -- is that she'd gotten lucky. Lucky that Louise's first blow hadn't knocked her clean out. Lucky that her blind-ass kicks had landed. Lucky that she managed to get Louise into the ring. That last push was like an errand gone bad. Like pushing a pickup truck uphill with its e-brakes stuck on.

And what had she gotten out of it? Survival, for one, and not much else. As she stepped into the ring, Darina's ears were still ringing, and her vision was still blurry. Louise had done a number on her, that was for certain. They still a match to fight, though. Darina still had to get her lickback. All she needed was time.

The bell had rung, signaling what everyone already knew: the fight was on. Darina rolled her shoulders. "You look mad. Someone shit in your cereal this morning?" With that, she set off at a sprint! People were always surprised at how fast Darina could move, and that served her well in the ring. "Rrrah!" She swung her arm out for a wicked lariat, and if that missed, she would let her momentum carry her to the far ropes and bounce back in for a second!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise had a couple of things to sort out with her opponent from the start of the match. It was the first time she was taken to the ring even though she was the one who started the ambush and especially returned the blows she had received. She growled as she stood up, glaring at her opponent with rage before glaring at the referee the same way to intimidate her and start this match quicker.

“Shut the fuck up.”

DING

Under the anger, the French woman spoke rather coldly and directly. No time to think of a more intelligent response or provoke her opponent, she was angry and only wanted to destroy her opponent. The bell rang and the two wrestlers threw themselves at each other without wasting a single second. Louise had both hands forward, ready to grab her opponent or lunge at her but was quickly countered with a full-force lariat to the chest.

“ARGH!... RAAAAAAHHHH!!”

But it wasn't enough to stop her or make her fall! The wildcat roared after taking a few steps back and clenched her fist with all her strength, continuing to throw herself forward to catch up with her lost steps and deliver an Forearm Smash on the jaw of her opponent who was taller than her.