"The Hitwoman" Roni Mancini vs. Queen Geedorah
Match Type: Standard Match on Beach Rules: The winner must pin, submit, or knock out her opponent to win.
The arena got dark as a loud thrashing drum beat plays and Vendetta by Slipknot hits and "The Hitwoman" Roni Mancini stepped out onto the stage. With a smug expression on her face, she went down to the ring and ignored the crowd as she did so. The Italian wore her white and black one piece with boots, black gloves, and a black leather jacket. Her bulked up size ever intimidating, and she looked ready for a fight. And fortunately, she was about to get one, ready and waiting to pummel whatever poor, unfortunate fool would be put in front of her. Spoiler
The crowd continued to boo her as she walked up the ramp and then stepped up and over the top rope. The Italian just shook her head--she didn't care if she hated them. She only cared about coming into the ring and fighting. Pissing off a bunch of nerds was just a bonus. The Hitwoman would take off her jacket and toss it at the referee, grinning from ear-to-ear as she waited for her opponent to come out. Her fresh piece of meat that she'd rip apart. And she was ready to have fun doing it.
”Stairs? Stairs. I’m sitting in the chair next to the chair while I do my hair and everyone stares, but I don’t care ‘cause I’m aware that this shit ain’t even fair. I keep it clean like Fred Astaire…”
Those walking through the gorilla position would be treated to an uncommon sight, or rather, an uncommon sound - rapping, coming from a rookie. She was, in fact, by the stairs, doing her hair, while passerbys stopped and stared, and in truth, she didn’t care. No, she had other things to worry about, like her upcoming match. More importantly, what was going to happen before that match.
”LAW? I came to law to make ‘em fall. I catch ‘em all, like Pokeballs. I spit raw and loosen jaws. They’re too slow on the draw, a fatal flaw…”
This wasn’t just her wrestling debut, this was her worldwide rapping debut, where she came out and showed the world what she could do with a mic in her hand. Millions watched this show all over the world, it got crazy play all over YouTube…well, the PG-rated matches did. The X-Rated stuff tended to make it to the darker sites, but fuck it, publicity was publicity, she’d take it. This wasn’t just going to make her good money, it was going to get her all over social media.
”I’m in the gorilla position, where I made my decision, to follow my intuition, and I’ll have them all wishing, that they never saw me, when I-”
”Ms. Young?”
Yo-Yo jumped in her seat at the sound of her name, as one of the stagehands - this pretty little thing with thick-rimmed glasses - came up behind her while she was in the middle of warming up. She stood up quick and spun her way, moving so fast that the girl had to stumble back.
”Heeeeeeeeeey, what up? It’s my time, I’d good to go?” She held up a finger. ”And kill all that ‘Ms.’ stuff, it’s Yo-Yo. Or Queen Geedrah, if you want to get fancy.”
”Ah, yes, okay.” The stagehand pushed the glasses up her nose. Well, Ms. Geedrah…”
Yo-Yo muttered under her breath. ”I just said-”
”We’ve cued up the music you wanted. You’re opponent is coming out first, then we’ll be ready for you entrance.”
Yo-Yo gave her the thumbs up with both hands. ”On point! Love it. Just make sure the cameras are rolling right, get my good side.” She clapped and backed away, heading to the entrance area. ”I’m about to make a little history. Don’t ruin the moment.”
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As the LAW crowd settled from Roni’s entrance, the music for the next wrestler came on soon enough, but it wasn’t a tune they recognized. It wasn’t even a tune like anything they were used to hearing. Most wrestlers came out to heavier tracks, guitar riffs, something upbeat to get the blood pumping. This tune was lowkey, slow, easy, mellow. Walking-down-the-street music. Lazy-saturday-afternoon music. Chilling-on-the-couch music. As it played Yo-Yo stepped through the curtain and into the wide world, with a smile on her face and a microphone in her hand. Sarsparilla
Queen Geedrah
”Ladies and gentleman, do not adjust your TV sets. You are not seeing things - I am that fly.” She held her arms out so they could all get a good look at her. ”This beat and this beatdown are brought to you by me, Queen Geedrah. And you, Roni?” She pointed down the ramp towards her opponent and blew her away with a shot from her finger gun. ”You fucked up.”
Yo-Yo made her way down the ramp, vibing along to the music as she went, swaying this way and that as she set the mood. She took a moment to clear her throat, then let it all come out.
”Yo yo! Check out this clown,
She’s the first contestant on ‘Catch A Beatdown’!
It’s little Ms. Mancini, looking oh-so heinous,
Just chill out, boo, I’ll make you famous!
And I hate to be the bad guy,
But you really need to ditch that cheap-ass hair dye!
Yo, this can’t be who I’m supposed to fight,
I’m up against a Dollar Store Jessica Wright!”
By the time she was finished, she made her way down the ramp. Satisfied, she sid in under the bottom rope, popped to her feet, and tossed the microphone over to Roni, daring her to pick it up and say something back. Whether she did or didn’t, Yo-Yo couldn't have cared less - she was too busy strutting around the ring, soaking in the crowd’s energy. It was clear that not all of them understood what she just said, but they seemed to like her vibe, if nothing else. She could work with that.
Roni Mancini let out a deep sigh when her opponent came out with a microphone in hand, rolling her eyes until they threatened to disappear into her skull. These idiots who couldn't wait to talk before getting out to the ring--she couldn't stand it. She was far more interested in fighting and causing carnage. She scowled now, watching Geedorah come down to the ring before starting to rap.
The only thing worse than just talking shit and nonsense is rapping. Gritting her teeth, the already hair trigger nerves being shot even as the Queen began to shout her verses. It was going to make her feel so much better to beat the shit out of this girl, and she'd savor in every second of it. With each rhyme, she grew more and more angry--angry at her time being wasted with this nonsense. This annoying nonsense. And when she concluded, The Hitwoman's mouth knit tighter as she groaned under her breath, glaring at the rookie as she began prancing around the ring and tossed the microphone at her feet.
And Queen Geedorah may have felt confident in being able to win a rap battle to the point that she dared her opponent to pick up the mic and bounce back, but Roni Mancini wasn't afraid to pick it up. She would grab hold of the mic, but she didn't have any intention to speak into it. Instead, she waited until Geedorah's back was turned, and then she rushed right at her, looking to completely level her with a microphone shot to her skull before the bell rang--looking to get in a cheap shot ahead of the start of the match!
All right, now that Yo-Yo’s game had been properly laid down, it was game time. Truth was, she didn’t know much about Ms. Roni, here, aside from the obvious stuff: Purple hair, nice tits, pretty buff, looked eternally pissed off. Probably should’ve done some homework, could’ve come up with better disses, but that was all well and good. After all, she was about to drop the bitch, and that’d be humiliating enough. Once things got going, she’d run in, take her off guard, and-
Huh. Yo-Yo could hear the microphone being picked up, and the crowd was getting rowdy, but there weren’t any words coming for the Italian’s mouth. What, did she have stagefright or-
”Oh, fuck!”
Yo-Yo had just started to turn around when she saw Roni coming at her hard from behind, going for the cheapshot. She ducked down at the last second, so thrown off that she fell on her ass, and scampered off to the nearest corner as the referee called for the bell.
”The fuck was that?” She shrieked over to Roni as she hurried up to her feet, leaning on the corner for support. ”Your dumbass can’t hear? The bell didn’t ring!”
Roni Mancini didn't waste any time trying to take Queen's head off with a mic shot before the match started. A move that Yo-Yo had barely managed to evade, falling down just to do so in a panic. As she scrambled to the corner, Roni threw the mic off to the side of the ring and started to stalk at Geedorah already as the bell sounded to officially start the match. "Oh, no. I can hear just fine. Wish I didn't, so I didn't have to hear your bullshit rap session," said Roni as she glowered at her smaller opponent.
Cracking her knuckles, she would then add, "We'll see if we can get you singing some more bars, huh...?" A menacing smirk on her face, Roni was more than ready to make her foe eat all those words and then some. While the content of the rap didn't bother her nearly as much as the disrespect behind them, or the obnoxiousness of it, the Hitwoman got all the motivation she needed to seriously hurt another rookie. And that was all she really desired.
The Italian Powerhouse would then rush forward, trying to hit Queen Geedorah with a decapitating clothesline. She wanted to crash into her opponent's skull while she was in the corner with her powerful bicep and see if she could get this match started with a real proper hit that would she Yo-Yo just the level of trouble she was in for.
…huh, you know, Yo-Yo was only really now seeing just how big this bitch’s shoulders were. And her arms. And her legs. Woman had a lot of muscle on her. It was funny how she got a better view on it now, from this angle.
So, yeah, having someone like this rolling down on you was more than a little worrying, couldn't lie, but Yo-Yo wasn’t too put off by it. She’d beaten up big bitch’s before. You just had to fight smarter, not harder. Pick your opportunities. Stick and jab, rope-a-dope. Once she got out of this corner, she’d make a little space, dance around her, use that superior footwork to-
Oh, shit, she was coming at her again.
Yo-Yo started to move out of the way again, but she zigged when she should have zagged and wound up going towards her opponent’s outstretched arm, ensuring her doom. The heavy blow crashed against her face, smashed her against the turnbuckle, and brought her feet off the ground while she recoiled.
When she came down, she was only able to stay standing by grabbing the ropes with one hand, keeping her up on her wobbly knees. Dazed, she still had enough sense to know she needed to fight back, so she lashed out with a wild right hook, trying to catch Roni i the face.
Roni Mancini's clothesline hit, smashing into Queen's head with that powerful arm of her's. "Let's hear a verse now, huh?" asked the Hitwoman, keeping herself hovering over top of Yo-Yo to prevent her escape from the corner! She was happy to have shut up her mouthy foe right now--it usually took one big hit and they would suddenly realize that yapping would not help her position, and it would leave her worse off. That always felt satisfying, especially after a big production like Geedorah made in her entrance.
And when the Italian Powerhouse got ready to attack again, Queen threw a right hook at Roni's face. It hit flush, sending Roni's head whipping to the side. She hadn't expected it. The taller woman was still standing over Geedorah as she slowly turned her head to look at her again, licking the inside of her mouth. Roni would then smirk and said, "The bitch can throw a punch."
Roni Mancini would then return the favor, throwing a right hook right back towards Yo-Yo's face, looking to show her what a real right hook felt like from a woman as big as her. What better way to scare her smaller opponent than to prove she could hit a hell of a lot harder?
Yo-Yo maybe, just maybe, threw a little too much into that punch, hitting so hard that it hurt her knuckles. She almost slipped, too, and was only able to pull herself up at the last second, but she was treated to a wonderful sight for her efforts: Roni reeling back, clearly rattled. She even gave her a complement.
”Y-yeah!” She spat back, soaking up some excess confidence in the process. ”How you like me now, you-”
Yo-Yo was so busy with her words that she kind of forgot the importance of keeping her hands up, a lesson that she relearned when Roni returned fire with a hook of her own. The blow sent her flopping against the turnbuckle so hard that she bounced off and fell forward, stumbling straight into Roni, her face coming down on the taller woman’s chest.
That was where she stayed, too, gripping the bigger woman tight, clenching with her just so she could stay on her feet.
…also, she did have a great rack. Felt good on her face.
With a right hook of her own, the Hitwoman had Yo-Yo completely stunned and falling forward into her. Roni Mancini shook her head with a scoff, rolling her eyes as she felt Queen Geedorah holding onto her. "You mouthy bitches are all the same... When you face a real fighter, you shut the fuck up," said Mancini with venom in her tone. "But god, is it ever fun to just beat the hell out of them."
Roni would then hold onto Yo-Yo tight, wrapping her arms around her too as she was already snug up against her. "And just so you know... there's a reason that bitch Jessica Wright isn't here anymore, and you're facing a real competitor," said the Italian Powerhouse, already having a distaste for Jessica, who hadn't been active in some time. That was a dig Roni was happy to make Queen pay for.
And with a pop of her hips and a mighty heave, Mancini would attempt to throw Yo-Yo up and over her with a huge Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex, looking to send her opponent crashing to the mat with her power on display!
So, less than a minute in. What had Yo-Yo learned?
Roni had a mean hook.
That was about it. Good data.
She mulled over that fact as she suffered from the effects of it, languishing in her opponent’s bosom for the time being while she recovered. Lucky for her, Roni could be a bit of a shittalker, too, and it bought her a few moments to clear the stars out of her eyes, but she knew the reprieve would only last so long. She was painfully right.
”Waitasec, waitasec, wait-” Yo-Yo squawked as she was hauled up and yeeted over Roni’s head with the belly-to-belly, with her tiny body getting some hang time. Her flailing hands reached up and out as she flew, trying to grab her opponent’s hair as she went down, but that wouldn’t make the crash suck any less on her end.
She crashed in the center of the ring with a sickening splat and rolled off to the side, groaning all the way.
