Scenting Blood: Kasey Crass vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom

[Malkavia]

Limp-dick virgins with body odor.

That phrase had followed Shimmerlace well past the match where she had used something like those words to describe the sundry...folks in the seats.

Backstage, staring into a mirror as she affixed glittering pink fairy-dust to her cheeks, Shimmerlace tried to beat that little hornet's nest of worry out of her head.

"Not like we're anyone's front-page news or nothin'!" It was but one of several baker's dozen highlights in one payperview making the rounds on the socials. True, it had in a literal sense been a highlight of the landing page of Lioness Weekly for a day or two, but—who the fuck followed the Lioness Weekly? Really, the humiliation of her tantrum was secondary to the embarrassment of appearing in Lioness Weekly at all. After the pink sparkles, cherryblossom pencil for her eyebrows came next. She raised forehead, tilted her head, and clicked the tip of her tongue against her teeth as she finished the look. "It'll wash off, Shimbo, clear as any other splattery. The...people..." She had been avoiding the term cunts. "Only ever remember the shit right in front of 'em."

The Feychild speaking from the mirror grinned. There was gleaming silken silver magic sewn like flower petals into the white bust that cupped her breasts. Her eyes reflected the light like lilac garnets.

The Feychild

"So put some fuckin' magic on their plates!"

—

"At five foot eight and one hundred and forty pounds..."

The trouble with smoke and mirrors and disappearing apples is that sooner or later, folks get used to seeing such things, and wonders become mundane. Which was why she had something new: Wires.

Thanks, Yifei, for the friendly inspiration.

"Shimmerlace...SNUGGLEBLOSSOM!"

Entrance Theme

Shimmerlace took one long step, then a second into a sprinting run, then lunged past the curtain. Her now-signature pink smoke erupted where her feet left the ground. She soared, the light shining off a wide pair of gently flapping butterfly wings erupting from her back. She saw the crowd, for once, from above, as she grinned ear to ear down at their upturned faces.

The one...slight fucker of this display was that she couldn't totally obscure the wires holding her up. They had to be a certain thickness to hold her aloft, and that was too thick to be invisible for a live performance. But the spotlights trained on her, and the smoke erupting from the wings all helped distract and cover. Sleight of hand, friends.

For all her magic, though, the Feychild was new to wires. The height made her a bit queasy, and as her legs bicycled towards a ring-post, she began to sweat. If she missed it...or crotched herself on the way down...

But her feet landed on top of the post. Her body weight and the weight of the harness and the momentum of her dive sank hard into her knees and feet, and she trembled on her way down, and for an instant she really thought she'd lose her balance. Come on dumbfuck— She grit her teeth. Gasped. And steadied.

Fuckin' fuck. Unsteadily, her grin wobbled into place. As she popped to a straight up and down pose, hands in the air, pink dust burst from her back. The wings folded inside the device,and the wires yanked the whole thing off her back, as her gossamer fairy sails appeared to vanish into nothing.

She was breathing hard. There nothing but her balance holding her up on the post. But she stood.

"Gooooooood evening! Ye fine mortals of the eastern hemisphere!"

Compared to Apex and We Are LAW, this venue drew a small audience—enough to fill a single bowl, maybe five rows high. A smattering of applause met her from the people she found there. Her eyes scanned over them, meeting their eyes where she could. Here a dark-skinned woman in a red leather jacket and baseball cap. There — a surprisingly elderly man with a single silver earring, a tan blazer, a white goatee. And yes. There were, still, a single, small group of pinkettes at the front row. She made sure to bow to them in particular.

They...

Well, they weren't. Booing?

The applause petered out, and Shimmerlace lowered her arms. A beat of silence followed, before she swallowed and hopped, meekly, into her corner.

[Lycanstar]

Well one thing was for certain; Kasey already felt like this evening was a bit of a mistake. After his continued humiliating losses over the last few days and since he had been a POW for a dominatrix; nothing seemed to be truly going the masked mans way. He just assumed he needed to get his groove back; work matches like he always had and simply power through his feelings. But after another loss a few nights back, Kasey felt he may have stretched his own skills a bit thin with the competition he agreed to take on. And now tonight was another bout he felt he had thrown himself head on into without enough preparation.

Standing backstage Kasey looked deflated; in his gear of course but it felt more like a formality than anything else. A deep sigh emerged from him as he watched on the monitor his opponent make their entrance.

"...Shimmerlace?"

What the fuck was this..? Kasey groaned as he watched her over-enthusiastic entrance; She was trying really hard to seem flashy and appeasing to the crowd. God this just didn't feel right. Kasey couldn't decide what was worse, the downright embarrassing feeling of having to follow something like that up, or the fact that this Young Lionesses record was so poor it almost made Kasey's seem decent in comparison. How low had he stooped that THIS was the competition that he was justified to be facing, Kasey felt like everything he had done in LAW that led him to this situation felt like just a series of mistakes.

"Alright, you're on!"

Great. Kasey was "Ready" to walk through the curtain and make his way down to the ring; despite how downright upset he was that this is where he was in life, he may as well try and get a win out of the night.

"And her opponent... Kasey Crass!"

Spoiler

Compared to the intricacies of Shimmer's entrance, Kasey's meandering stroll and basic music without much of a spectacle just seemed dull by comparison. Of course, Kasey didn't always feel he needed to showboat with excessive pyrotechnics or effects considering hid body could tell the audience and his opponents all they needed to know. Still though, there was a certain lack of effort on his part as he barely took any time to really show off to the crowd or make any try to show himself off in a appealing manner.

As Kasey approached the ring he did his best to just avoid eye contact with his opponent; just some overly enthusiastic loser looking her big break most likely. Apparently perfect competition for the ambivalent Kasey. He walked up the steel steps and took very little time in simply crossing between the ropes and retreating to the corner post where he leaned back and just took in his opponent's appearance with a unsatisfied lean.

"Did you really pick that name for yourself?"

Not any sort of formal introduction or anything; just a blunt question as Kasey stared blankly into Shimmer's eyes. Yeah, she looked enthusiastic and like she wanted to win; but Kasey seemed to care about as much as the crowd who didn't get much of a reaction from Kasey's basic entrance.