An Improper Introduction: Heather Sunderland vs. Wendy Winston

[BlackAkuma]

*Standard Match*
Victory by knockout, pinfall, or KO.

Wendy Winston was the happiest woman in the world, she figured. Bare minimum, within a five mile radius.

See, in her experience, wrestling bookers were always kind of iffy when new talent asked them for a match with one of their longer term projects. ‘Start small’, they’d see. ‘We don’t want to throw you into deep water’. The usual crap excuses that all came down to them not wanting to risk their prized assets on an untested quantity. She understood it, lived with it. Just meant that she often had to scrape the bottom of the barrel before they let her dig her teeth into something meaty.

But LAW? LAW was different.

When she asked for a match with a big name, they gave it to her. Hell, they did her better than she wanted and gave her a Knockout Match, one where the only way to win was to put her opponent to sleep. It was the kind of win she went for most of the time, anyway, but forcing her opponent to do the same was bound to tip things in her favor. Even more so if she was up against someone smaller than her. And wouldn’t you know it, that just so happened to be the case.

It was this lovely combination of factors that put a smile on Wendy’s face as she came out at the top of the ramp, beaming with a wide grin from ear to ear, one that kind of looked like…

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Yeah, that.

The crowd didn’t know much about her, but they approved of her outfit, if all the catcalls and whistles and leering looks were anything to go by. She made sure to give them a show, too, swinging her hips in time with the music, bouncing along with a Beach Boy song made before 99% of the people hearing it were alive.

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She made sure to play it up, too, waving to the crowd, giving them the occasional wink, and even giving some ugly old guy a high-five before she skipped into the ring. She greeted the referee, too, giving her a pat on the shoulder and using the opportunity to wipe off the grease from the geezer’s grimy fingers.

They were all eating it up, too. Oohs and aahs, until the screaming starts…

As her music faded, Wendy skipped over to her corner of the ring and leaned against the turnbuckle for some light stretching, making her as limber as her bulky body could get. If everything she knew about Heather Sunderland was true, then she would need to be on her toes to catch her and bring her to earth. But once she did, once she got on top, once she was in control, then the fun would start.

[TiefBlau]

This was certainly going to be interesting for sure. She was taking on another new girl--something that Heather has fully realized she shouldn't think any less of. She wasn't about to underestimate this girl for a second--especially with the type of match that she would be taking her on in. She stretches herself out a little in the back, a long breath coming from her mouth before she nod her head a couple times. "Mnh--alright. Let's do this. Give her a nice welcoming" She said, grinning to herself a little before finally her cue came up.

theme

Her theme played over the speakers after Wendy made her full entrance, the lights turning a dark blue as Heather stepped out onto the stage area, bathed in green laser lights and spoke that filled the stage. She stepped out with a wide grin beaming on her expression, basking in the reaction she got from the crowd. She took a nice deep breath in and out, nodding her head a couple times as she started to make her way down the ramp.

Attire

She of course had no idea what to make of this girl. Wendy had the slight advantage of Heather's history as a wrestler--while this was the first time Heather would be seeing and encountering the girl. The only thing that gave Heather a nice beaming confidence was that she would be going up against another heavyweight--a division that Heather had quite the lovely record against.

Finally she got into the ring, tossing her hoodie off and to the side--out of the ring, pushing a smirk on her face as she looked her over a little. "Mnh--welcome! I know you asked for this match, but I hope you don't end up regretting it in the end! I'm not about to go easy on you just because you're new, I hope you know that going into it!"

[BlackAkuma]

This was the part that sucked the most. The waiting. Sitting in the ring, leaning up against the turnbuckle and just waiting for the stupid intro songs to finish so they could get on to the real action.

For Wendy, it was like a dog having a juicy bone dangled over his head. Seeing her toy for the icky come out and make nice for the crowd, having to endure the wait and hold herself back from just leaping and getting all over her…

Ugh.

She found it harder than usual today, as she watched Heather come strutting down, approaching the ring with all the flash and the lights and…what the hell was that music, anyway? Some cutesy, Gothic Lolita faux-metal Japanese knockoff that made her ears ache. If Wendy hadn't been of a mind to wreck Heather already, those shrieking tones would’ve been enough to push her to it.

She did her best to keep it all bubbling under the surface, though, as her opponent entered the ring and greeted. Straighten, smile bright, show off the tits, never fails.

”You bet I know it!” She threw a wink back, as she brought her highest, cutest voice. She was going to vomit doing this one of these days, she swore. ”I want the full Heather Sunderland experience for my debut, you hear me? Ma and Pa are watching back home, gotta give ‘em a good show.”

Come to think of it, what were her parents probably doing, right now? Dad was passed out on his barcalounger after too many beers, Mom was probably cutting out coupons. Thrilling.

With hands on hips, she made her way back to her corner and leaned forward, waiting for the bell to ring and the festivities to start.

[BlackAkuma]

This was the part that sucked the most. The waiting. Sitting in the ring, leaning up against the turnbuckle and just waiting for the stupid intro songs to finish so they could get on to the real action.

For Wendy, it was like a dog having a juicy bone dangled over his head. Seeing her toy for the icky come out and make nice for the crowd, having to endure the wait and hold herself back from just leaping and getting all over her…

Ugh.

She found it harder than usual today, as she watched Heather come strutting down, approaching the ring with all the flash and the lights and…what the hell was that music, anyway? Some cutesy, Gothic Lolita faux-metal Japanese knockoff that made her ears ache. If Wendy hadn't been of a mind to wreck Heather already, those shrieking tones would’ve been enough to push her to it.

She did her best to keep it all bubbling under the surface, though, as her opponent entered the ring and greeted. Straighten, smile bright, show off the tits, never fails.

”You bet I know it!” She threw a wink back, as she brought her highest, cutest voice. She was going to vomit doing this one of these days, she swore. ”I want the full Heather Sunderland experience for my debut, you hear me? Ma and Pa are watching back home, gotta give ‘em a good show.”

Come to think of it, what were her parents probably doing, right now? Dad was passed out on his barcalounger after too many beers, Mom was probably cutting out coupons. Thrilling.

With hands on hips, she made her way back to her corner and leaned forward, waiting for the bell to ring and the festivities to start.

[TiefBlau]

Heather nod her head a couple times at what Wendy was saying. She clearly had no sort of idea what Wendy was really thinking, her attitude so far seemed to be one of someone pleasant and such. She figured this would be a nice, hard fought match that would end in a lovely handshake or something with how Wendy was acting so far, leading to Heather developing quite the smile on her face.

"Oh? Well good! I'll be sure to give you just that! You'll have a lovely match to show your folks and such!" She nod her head a couple times, sticking her tongue out just a bit, wiggling with her own excitement from the match that was about to happen. She stepped back a bit, using the ropes to help herself stretch out a little, a deep breath coming in and out of her mouth.

"Huu--alright--let's see what she's made of." She let out...that attire of hers definitely caused a bit of worry for Heather. It seemed to..focus..on a certain part of her--and putting that and the whole knockout match thing together, it definitely made Heather bite her lip a little. She was..hoping quite a bit in her mind she wasn't going up against another smother specialist.

Finally, the bell rang--and Heather kicked off from her corner. Against a heavyweight, Heather couldn't take the slow route, she had to be hard hitting right from the start. She rushes in towards Wendy, leaping up as she attempted to connect with her chest with her boots--aiming for a hard dropkick from the start!

[BlackAkuma]

And there went the bell. Ding-ding, dinner’s ready.

Wendy moved forward with open arms, already planning her first move. She’d kick things off with some grappling, maybe play around with Heather for a minute or so, lay on the act and get in some flirting. Once her guard was down, though, she’d start looking for some opportunities to get in a good hit. With the referee not looking, she would go for a headbutt and drop Heather flat. Or maybe she would play off the whole ‘big, clumsy newbie’ routine and make it look like an accident. That was always a fun route to-

…oh, crap, Heather was running straight for her.

It didn’t help that Wendy was lost in her own, lewd thoughts at the moment, but even if she had been paying 100% attention, Heather’s opening attack would’ve had a good shot at taking her down. The girl was fast. Really fast. Stupid fast. Wendy was used to dealing with the quick ones, yeah, but even they tended to start things off with a feeling out process before they kicked it into third gear.

Not Heather. She came hard and fast and Wendy had just enough time to get her arms up before the dropkick slammed into her generous chest. The block was weak, but what little oomph it did absorb was enough to keep her on her feet. Instead of falling flat, she went stumbling back with wild, wobbly steps.

Okay, bad start, but she could work with it. Instead of fighting the momentum, she rolled with it, bounced off the ropes, and came charging back towards Heather, looking to hit her with a hard clothesline as she was getting back up.

[TiefBlau]

Heather wasn't about to give her any space to start. She was quite versed in dealing with the stronger, bigger types, and taking it straight to her right at the start without giving her any room to think was the best way she figured to go about it! She rushed right in towards her, leaping up into the air--her boots connecting just as she wanted! She grunt out loudly as she watches her stumble backwards--at least getting her somewhere to start!

She would have loved to knock Wendy down onto her back right from the start, but she knew not to expect that high of an accomplishment right away. She would have to chop her down little by little to get her down onto the mat so she could really work on her. She was ready to show her exactly what she was made of as quickly as she possibly could!

She watches her bounce off the ropes, Heather pushing back up to her feet--seeing that clothesline heading straight towards her! She ducked it at the last second, slipping right underneath that arm of hers as she got herself behind her quickly!

She leaps up into the air, flipping herself backwards, trying to connect her foot with the girl's head, attempting to deliver a Pele kick to start to daze her a little!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy wasn’t known for her speed, but once she got moving and really had some weight to her footfalls, she could put in some good speed. Add her weight and strength into the equation, and you had a lethal combination. Her lariat was enough to drop just about anybody, and she was certain it would send Heather flying.

If it hit. Which it didn’t. ”Fuck’s sakes, really?”

Wendy muttered her displeasure as Heather dipped under the clothesline and moved behind her, and now they played the guessing game. She was about to turn around and face her opponent, and knowing this high-flying style, there would be something coming her way.

Maybe a flip off the ropes.

Maybe some super fancy kick.

Maybe a rollup pin.

Wendy had no way of knowing what it would be, only that it would be some crowd-pleasing crazy pain in her ass. But maybe if she whipped around fast enough and swung out, she could knock Heather down before-

Nope. Ate a kick in the face.

Wendy took it clean with a crack that rang through the arena, and there was no dulling the impact this time. She dropped to one knee, wincing and voicing more of her displeasure under her breath. ”Stupidflippybullshit Keep it coming, Heather!”

Just one chance, just one chance...

[TiefBlau]

Heather could definitely feel that that was the case. She could almost feel the air above her being pushed and shoved as that clothesline just narrowly missed her. Wendy was no joke clearly..her hits would definitely hit her incredibly hard if she ever got tagged by one. She shook her head just a little, quite glad to have managed to slip out and under before hitting her hard with that pele kick!

She pushed a smirk on her face, loving the reaction she indeed was getting from the crowd from her fast paced, jumpy maneuvers she was hitting the girl with right now. The connecting with the boot to her head--it went perfectly. It was just as Heather wanted this time, without any sort of dulling of the hit. She pushed a smirk onto her face, only hearing that last encouraging part from Wendy, making her nod her head.

"Lots more where that came from, don't worry about that!" She let out, almost excited to show the girl exactly what she was made of. Heather at this point thought Wendy was a bit of a fan of hers inside and such--thinking it was clear the girl wanted to see everything Heather had--and she wasn't about to hold back from showing any of that either!

She rushed back, moving to the ropes again, using them to bounce off of as she rushed straight in towards Wendy. She leaped just slightly, attempting to slam her knee into her face with a Shining Wizard!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy’s bell was most certainly rocked by that kick, but she was far from out of it. It wasn’t the first heavy blow to the skull she’d taken in her time as a wrestler, and as much as she preferred to be the one dishing out damage rather than tanking it, she could withstand some heavy artillery before she went down.

That being said, her ear was ringing and her vision was wobbly, but not so much that she couldn't make out the distinct sight of Heather running wild in front of her. Moving to the ropes, running at her full blast, while Wendy stood there on just one knee…

Shining Wizard. She was going to try a Shining Wizard. Predictable little bitch.

Too bad for Heather, Wendy had eaten more than enough Shining Wizards in her day, and she knew exactly how to shut that shitshow down. She waited until the moment - no, the exact damn second, that Heather’s foot touched her knee, the jerked her head head forward and buried her face in her opponent’s crotch. Not the most flattering position, no, but it meant the knee flew back behind her head, keeping her safe.

And she wasn’t done. ”Gotcha!”

Her muffled word came out as she reached behind her opponent, grabbed that pretty little ass of hers, and used it as a grip while she stood up, lifting her in a quick motion and turning all that running momentum against her. Wendy jerked back and put all of her power into tossing Heather clear over her head, sending her careering towards the far side of the ring for what would have to be a nasty crash. Shame Wendy wouldn’t be able to see it from where she stood, but that was what replays were for. ”Happy landings!”