No DQ Match: Anything goes. The match is decided by pinfall or submission.
The kind of matches that Miranda once saw as daunting or concerning were now the kind she looked forward to conquering. This was one of the biggest changes of Miranda Tomi's life since she started to wrestle. It still had a little concern in her mind, but after staring down someone like the now Open weight champion Astrid, and almost winning Mira knew she could beat anyone if she stayed focus and put her mind too it. That confidence allowed her to come out for her entrance with more fire than usual, doing dancing upon arrival and blowing a few kisses to the crowd while she made her way down the ramp to enter the ring.
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Right now she was coming out first, keeping her from seeing who she was fighting, and she had no prior knowledge of her opponent before this. Another change in her attitude towards that was unlike before Miranda didn't care who it was. She would take her on if she was big or small and she knew that whoever they were they wouldn't be forgetting this match anytime soon.
Change of attire / attitude from the cyber ninja era to supervillain era. While not all posts will wind up consistent with that, this one and the most recent will be different.
Ahhhh, Miranda Tomi. Dancer. Legs like iron. ( Compared to her steel. ) And a belly that was shaped from porcelain. Undoubtably the target for shattering by a five-knuckle viral payload.
And so, from the rafters above, the Worldblight tossed her
Three… Two… One…
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A chrome respirator skull flashed on screen with purple nuclear eyes and decals. It glitched on the screen in different places as the choir’s beat made the eyes glow and spin. Spotlights flickered to the skies. Purple smoke was released from the rafters, making her entrance more of a manifestation through her own mist. On that hook and cable, she saw only ants, future slaves, nobodies and converts that she'd work like instruments to Miranda's misfortune. She knew
She was descending once again on her cable and hook from the rafters. Standing on it with one foot, the other swung around to create a descending orbit that localized around the ring's centre thirty feet above. An arm flexed as her intense grin fired on all cylinders. "The SHOW's now MINE! Haaaaaah! Ha-Ha-Ha!" Her voice thundered on the speakers in adjacent pitches and tones, creating an electronic echo of warping pitch. Once she got about ten feet above the ring, she leaped and front-flipped into a final descent, landing on the top turnbuckle to a flash-food of booing. Dressed in a high-waist leotard that showcased absolute optimized form of godhood. The huge window to her immaculate midriff presented the premier example of its opulence. Her knee-high boots carried any back-up tool she needed. Her arm sleeves ensured an extra grip on the enemy's skin. Fingernails sharpened to pointed claws. Purple and black lipstick that were laced with special surprises. "I'll be savouring every bite of this. Every. Bite."
And the penultimate tool of tonight's trade was the two crowbars fixed in an X-formation underneath that long cape. She armed herself with them, gainer-flipped into the ring and spun those crowbars rapidly inside her hands. "Lets have some one-sided misery, showgirl."
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The strange music that started to play made Mira stop what she was doing and pay attention, noticing the crowd looking up and following them to see her opponent descending down to meet them. Mira was surprised at the sight of her and the tools around her belt, she clearly came prepared for the type of match and what it meant, even if it was a little unsettling to think about why she would need that many weapons. Once she was close enough she detached from the cable and landed on the corner, and pulled out the strange gun-like weapon she had in her hand, to shoot off in the air. Was she showing off what she was going to do? She would need more than that Punch-A- Gun to scare Mira, or beat her. Once she was in the corner, Mira tried to make some kind of small talk.
"Hi." Miranda said, waving at the strange Spectre. She wasn't sure what response she'd get, it was only to try and start off nice since she refused to be directly hostile to anyone just because they looked dangerous or creepy. Still she was giving Miranda all the wrong kind of signals and she felt herself on edge wondering if she was dealing with a devil.
Spectre rolled both her eyes and head in obvious manner. Kill-joy. Tough crowds SUCK. But that didn't deter. They simply were on such a low rung of cognitive function they don't understand who stands in front of them. So she kept up the crowbars tricks. She threw them up, juggled, tossed it behind her back so it flipped overhead. Then crossed her arms, uncrossed them, then held one idly while she spun the latter crowbar leisurely by her shoulder.
Alright PUNCHING-BAG. Lets see what small hurdles you can make...
DING… DING-DING
And let the match begin. The crowd festered in excited noise. A contained pop filled the soundscape as excited and worried eyes peered at the ring. Commentary ambience marked the match’s start as they commenced circling, welcoming everyone to tonight’s big attraction between two juggernauts of the Lightweight Industry. Spectre’s posture was tall ( as tall as 5’ can make her seem ) and straight, crowbars held at her side pointing where her body led. Her head turned, aligned with her facing shoulder.
“Remember, ladies and gentlemen, this is a No Disqualifications match. Those crowbars, along with any and all weapons, are legal here tonight. And it looks like Spectre is looking to take full advantage with Miranda's hell planned in those eyes. But don’t place your bets too early. Miranda Tomi has made huge waves already with her experience dealing with stacked odds before. Last year, she faced future Openweight Champion Astrid Arvidsson on the road to apex and-- wait wait--”
Spectre advanced directly for Miranda. She wound the crowbars across her chest, then advanced in a lunge, switching which way she faced and working up into a spin. In two lunges, she attempted to close the distance. Spectre jumped on the third. Her body twisted on a crooked angle, with her back to her opponent, but coming around quickly. The crowbars were lined up like spinning close-knitted saw blades.
“--Spectre going straight for it!”
Then attempted to strike down at Miranda across the cheek with TWO consecutive crowbar strikes.
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Miranda saw the girl's eyes roll in what felt almost exaggerated, she really wasn't interested in having a chat with her. Miranda decided to not try and continue if she wasn't going to listen, no one needed to talk to her and she could make her angrier. The fact that she wasn't chatty made those weapons around her more concerning, and she quickly knew that they would be a problem when she suddenly reached back to grab one and tried swinging it the moment she was allowed to.
Mira stepped back, trying to stay out of the way of the big crowbar even when Spectre jumped and spun around, using the weapons almost like swords as she tried to come down and hit Miranda in the face. The dancer's speed saved her from getting her skull rocked as she jumped back until she hit the ropes and bounced forward, she tried to run past her and get to the other side of the ropes in a slight panic at how quickly she tried to smack her with the crowbar and grabbed the robes to try and keep herself from running back to her.
Spectre bludgeoned the dead air. An awe came from the crowd, no doubt worried in the split-second move. She landed gracefully, hunched, then straightened up to reset her posture.
Her stance bladed as Miranda ran by, quick as a gazelle. But Spectre wagered she could be faster. So right as Miranda raced by, Spectre reached out with one of her crowbars and attempted to hook the girl’s throat with the end.
If successful, she’d yank back, no doubt supplemented by the dancer’s own incredible eye-grabbing speed. Then as she presumably fell towards the mat for a bump, Spectre stepped in and crouched to one knee, giving Miranda’s spinal cord a good breaker to kick off the party.
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Miranda's movements were quick enough that she moved past Spectre thinking she was safe, but just as she was close to the ropes again she felt the hard metal hook around her through and stop her dead in her tracks. Worse because though her head was pulled back her legs tried to run, almost taking her off her feet. "Huuggh!" Miranda gasped before she was pulled back, the crowbar digging into her neck from the yank that left her no room to protest before she was dropped down on Spectre's knee.
"Oaagh!" Mira gasped, hand to her neck while she arched over the knee of Spectre. Trying to reduce the pain spreading across her back as the dancer was put in a humiliating position in front of a clearly dangerous fighter...One who was already establishing that she was ready to do anything to win.
For a strong and fast dancer like Miranda, it would've been awful NOT to humble her outright, and bring her down to Earth over the virus's knee. Spectre let the crowbar go, then grabbed onto Miranda’s throat for a good strangling squeeeeeze where she can see all those little neck muscles cinch and suffer. Who knows, maybe even the pipe they breathe down will make a new sound.
“That lasted about five seconds. Know what comes next?”
Her fist’s knuckles pressed against Miranda’s belly, warming it up with a circular knuckle-massage. Then when she lifts her fist upward, a pink blush begins to form. And then--
BAM! A knuckle-sandwich smacked into Miranda’s belly button, then punched deeper until there wasn't any give. She twisted her wrist, tenderising the meat until--
BAM!! She punched again. BAM!! And again. BAM!! And again. BAM!! There BAM!! Just BAM!! Was BAM!! To be BAM!! No escape…
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The crowbar was at her throat still, digging against Miranda's skin hard enough she feared it might cut into it. Then it stopped, maintaining a spot close enough to keep her down without choking her completely. She wanted her still and suffering with the wait. Mira squirmed and struggled to get out of harm's way to no avail, she was still left wide open for Spectre's next move, which she prepped her for by placing her fist on Miranda's belly to prime the perfect spot to punch her. Without another word Spectre pulled her fist back and sent the first of many punches to Miranda's belly.
"Ugggh!" Miranda gasped, feeling the punch dig into her belly, Spectre seemed to be savoring the hit and holding it there to get as much as possible, then pulled her fist again for another punch. "Oogh!" Miranda gasped, the first slamming hard enough to make her body jerk upwards in shock, stopped by the crowbar from going further and digging into her neck more, making her body struggle to resist until the next punches came. "Aaaggh! Ugggh!Ooouugh! AAoogh! UUfff! Ggaaggh! Ooooh! Ouuugh!" Miranda whimpered, feeling those punches keep coming without end, making her head shoot up and feeling the metal crowbar stop her rise,while the fists shredded her abs, tenderizer her tight abs with each punch. Miranda's core strength was her second strongest feature besides her legs, and slowly some bruises were starting to form from Spectre's ab torture that wouldn't stop.
When she anticipated a little fitness, she didn't expect a hard set. It was like smacking that old, stiff mattress with springs on the inside ready to prick the unlucky knuckle. She numbed her hand just as she numbed the centre of Miranda's belly. When she saw the bruise, it became sooooo worth it. The discolouring was like spring. A year, a new set of welts. "You bruise easy." She leaned towards a shoulder to get a better look at Miranda's face.
"Good." She took her elbow and JAMMED it right into the biggest bruise. Then she kept it there, pressing into their gut as hard as Spectre's body allowed, then grinding the joint around into a circle.
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