"THE FOLLOWING," the announcer's voice carried around the arena, "is a 'Winner Says When' hentai wrestling match! The match will only end when the designated match Arbiter calls the match over. Furthermore, the Arbiter may only call the match after a successful pinfall, submission tapout, KO, or climax by either fighter. If the Arbiter calls the match after her opponent does any of these, the Arbiter wins!
"However, if the Arbiter calls the match to end after giving up any of the win points, SHE loses the match! Whoever loses belongs to the winner post-match for in-ring humiliation. And our Arbiter for tonight is: DAAIIIIIMONIAAAAA!"
A reporter, really? They swapped my opponent out for a newsie?! Daimonia couldn't believe her luck--or lack thereof, more like. Her original opponent had to bail on the match only a couple days prior, and LAW had promised to find her a new opponent to fight. Daimonia had expected someone who would provide a challenge like the girl who had bailed--after all, difficult wins are the most worthwhile--but instead...
"How were YOU their choice to fight me?" she asked Ashley, clearly looking down on her. "You might as well write your next headline about how I ruined you right here tonight. Here, I'll help you! BREAKING: NEWSIE STRIPPED NUDE & NAILED!" Daimonia's face slowly shifted from a sneer to a grin as the words left her lips. If Ms. Woods was to be fresh meat for her, then she would make the most of it and tear in. This was going to be fun!
"Wrestlers! Are you ready?" asked the referee.
"I am," replied Daimonia, then waited for Ashley to respond and the match to begin.... Spoiler
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Ashley Woods couldn't belive what she was hearing as she quickly started discarding the clothes she was wearing and started throwing on some basic wrestling outfit she had been provided by the back stage booker who had approached Ashley quite quickly.
"Yeah, Sorry about that." The booker would appolgoize. "I know Daimonia was pretty scary on the independent scene, but still. I didn't think that our new guy would throw in the towel before the match even begun."
"I mean... Have you read the reports about her? The bitch is a psycho!" Ashley would exclaim, as she finished putting on the generic wrestling outfit on that looked more like a workout outfit rather than something she should be on Live TV in. "Like, anyone would have to be insane to actually agree to have their debut against this lunatic!"
"Uh.... yeah..." The booker would say, watching as Ashley would start pull her long chestnut colored hair up into a ponytail. "But uh... why are you then agreeing to do this?"
"One reason. Because I think I match up against her perfectly." Ashley would say, kneeling down and starting to tie up her tennis shoes. "I'm not a wrestler, so I don't actually need to win this match. I just need to give her a good scare. So I do my normal thing, blitz at the start, hopefully get her scared. Then, when I give up 3 minutes into the match, she will gladly accept it, and we can all go hom happy." The reporter would say, standing up and looking over at herself at the mirror before turning to the booker, giving the arm chair wrestler a wink as she did. "Oh. Also, because I get the feeling you would try to force me into this with my contract if I said no. "
"Well... Yeah..." The booker would say, looking down in shame as they did.
"So lets just skip that step and get to the part where you tell your boss how amazing of a person I am for agreeing to this, and I give you about 3 minutes of TV time, and we can all go home happy."
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Generic wrestling music would start playing as Ashley would step out of the curtain, throwing up peace signs and waving towards the crowd.
"And the arbitor's opponent: Fighting out of Canada we have ASHLEY WOODS!
While she isn't normally a wrestler, this young girl has built up an impressive resume on the indies! Lets see if she can do something solid here tonight against Daimonia. Lets wish her luck!"
As Ashley would make her way into the ring, she would get up on the second to top rope, giving one last wave to the audience before stepping down and turning to Daimonia, who would start to taunt her.
"Wow... Friendly much?" Ashley would tease back, giggleing slightly before turning around. "I was more thinking 'Terrifying new wrestler humilated in debut! Ashley Woods interviews her nude, battered and broken opponent!' Hmmmm... name is a bit of a mouthful, but I can workshop it while driving to the local whore house to unload your pathetic self out of my trunk."
"Wrestlers! Are you ready?" asked the referee.
The Dark haired wrestler would respond saying yes, to which Ashley would respond.
"Oh... I'm not sure, I think I might have my shoe untied or..."
The chestnut haired girl would never finish her sentence, because as soon as she said she wasn't sure, the girl would lash out with a hook kick, aimed right at the nose of Daimonia, hoping to catch her off guard to push her onto her back before the match has even officialy started.
"For a reporter, I would have thought you were better with words than that cheap insult," Daimonia smirked. "Don't forget to take out two whole pages for the photo of you enjoying your loss here tonight!" She was thoroughly unimpressed with Ashley: her style, her saunter, her verbal comeback--everything. Everything about Ashley screamed "Hi there, I'm a newbie and I'm full of myself!" Daimonia would still take Ashley seriously, of course--a loss to this nobody would be beyond embarrassing--but she wasn't really worried, either. This match would be easy, and there were many, MANY toys under the ring that would leave Ms. Woods full of more than just herself.
Daimonia listened to Ashley's response to the ref: "Oh... I'm not sure, I think I might have my shoe untied or..."
Her shoe might be untied? She's so unprofessional, this match is nearly insulting. Who decided that pitting her against me would be a good id--
WHAM!
Daimonia was only vaguely aware of the bell dinging in the background as stars circled her head. The demon girl's body spun as she fell to the mat, landing hard on her back. She lay there momentarily stunned from the sudden, massive strike to her head.
Fucking bitch, making me drop my guard, Daimonia growled internally as she shook her head to chase the dizziness away. She'll regret that before I finish with her...
With her head mostly clear, Daimonia then began rising back to her feet, eager for revenge.
Ashley had only half expected her early strike to land, but with a statsfying sound, Ashely's hook kick laned with absolute perfection, dropping the devilish themed wrestler. Daimonia would then slowly start to raise back to her feet as she had been struck, which would almost get a laugh out of Ashley. The way she tried to stand up it was almost like the Rookie had forgotten...
They were in a fight.
As Daimonia would try to rise, Ashley would close the distance between the two, raising her leg and delivering a swift front boot kick aimed right at Daimonia's face, hoping to further drop her opponent beore she had the chance to ully recover.
Daimonia should have been paying attention. She was a veteran of the indies, no newbie at all to wrestling (unlike her opponent). She should've been more on her toes, more alert to her opponent's movements. She knew better.
Ashley's opening roundhouse kick must have scattered Daimonia's senses more than the devil woman realized, however. As Daimonia was nearly back on her feet, Ashley's boot came flying out of nowhere, striking Dai's face from the side. Daimonia's body half spun, half flew backwards, until she landed on her knees with her torso leaning on the middle rope, facing the crowd. Her arms, dangling limply over the middle rope on either side of her body, kept her from sinking back down to the mat as stars revolved around her head.
No cuss words, threats, or insults came from Daimonia now, either--just a long, dazed "Uhhhhhhhhh...." The reporter's sudden and powerful boot to her head had left her completely stunned, nearly knocking her out. For a dangerous few seconds, Daimonia lay against the middle rope, her back to Ms. Woods and unable to move...
Ashley's kick would land once again with a satisfying SMACK! as her opponent would stubmle backwards and land on the middle rope, draped over the side of it. The Chestnut haired woman's eyes would grow wide as she saw this, thinking prehaps the scary Daimonia wasn't all cracked up like she was supposed to be. Any experienced wrestler, even while completely out of it, would know not to put themselves in that position.
Motioning towards the crowd to get excited, Ashley would run backwards and press her body up against the bottom rope, before dashing forward and grabbing hold of the top and bottom ropes that Daimonia was holding on to. Ashley would then swing her body around and deliver a Tiger Feint Kick, aimed right at the face of Daimonia, hoping to deliver the swift kick to her face while she was still in a daze.
Daimonia would be in disbelief if she could think straight. Her muscles were starting to respond to her brain's commands, though, and every blink of her eyes cleared away a few more of the stars circling her head. Finally, Daimonia shook her head and came back fully to the world around her--and she was pissed.
This bitch WILL regret that, Daimonia growled internally. Before I finish with her here tonight, her tears will wash away her mascara, and-- Daimonia's thoughts were interrupted when two shoes came flying in from the side.
They belonged to Daimonia's opponent. And they connected straight to Daimonia's face.
The devil girl flew backwards and slammed onto the mat with a solid THUD! Daimonia was again left stunned, and it was all she could do to just lie there, spread-eagle on her back and panting to catch her breath. What is WRONG with you?? she chided herself in her mind. You underestimated her, now you are paying for it.
Luckily, although she couldn't yet move, her senses seemed to be coming back faster this time than before, and it wouldn't be long before Daimonia could get back into the fight. Just you wait, Daimonia silently vowed, her fingers slightly twitching as her limbs began slowly responding to her mental commands. Just...you...WAIT...
Another satisfying thud echoed through the arena as Ashley’s shoes connected with the face of the devil wannabe. Her opponent crumpled to the mat, stunned and vulnerable, perfectly positioned for a follow-up assault. Without hesitation, the Canadian reporter made her way to the corner, scaling the ropes with practiced agility, perching herself on the top like a hawk ready to dive.
But just as she was about to take flight, something went wrong.
Her legs suddenly felt heavy, like anchors dragging her down. She looked down, a flicker of confusion quickly giving way to panic. The familiar tightness in her chest began to bloom, subtle at first, but growing faster than she could control. Damn it, her heart was betraying her again. She knew the signs. The burning in her muscles. The short, uneven breaths. The dizzy haze creeping at the edge of her vision. Her body wasn’t circulating enough oxygen. Her genetic condition, the hole in her heart she’d fought to hide, was catching up to her at the worst possible time.
Ashley forced herself to breathe. She couldn't afford to collapse, not in front of hundreds of people in her debut. Raising her hands toward the crowd, she masked her moment of weakness with a fiery gesture, rallying the audience like a seasoned performer. The fans were already electric after the flawless execution of the iconic 619 and they now they were starting to get into a frenzy. They had no idea what she was really doing stalling for time to survive.
Sweat clung to her chestnut hair as she shut her eyes for a heartbeat, letting the crowd’s roar pulse through her, grounding her. She couldn't let Daimonia see this weakness. No one could.
Finally, she turned her gaze back to her target. One more breath. One more push.
Then, she jumped.
Launching off the top rope with as much grace as she could summon, Ashley arched through the air in a near-perfect moonsault, aiming to crash down with full force onto her opponent below, fighting not just the devil in the ring, but her own body's failures.
Ashley seemed to be taking...an uncomfortably long time with her follow-up attack, and Daimonia was grateful for every moment given so she could regain control of her muscles. Nearly...there..., she thought as her arms and legs began responding. Dai looked over at where she thought Ashley went, and immediately alarm bells began ringing in the devil woman's head.
Ashley was standing on the top rope, staring straight at Daimonia.
And then, the reporter leapt into the air. Daimonia gave Ashley some credit, albeit in her mind and not vocalized out loud: Ashley's form was phenomenal.
But Daimonia's body was now back, ready to go.
Just before Ashley landed on her, Daimonia raised both of her legs and pointed her heels straight up towards the sky--and immediately felt Ashley's soft stomach area slam down against her boots.
Daimonia's Counter Move
Dai only paid minimal attention to where Ashley went, however, as she then rolled over herself and began, with some difficulty, to stand back up. Ashley's previous attacks had taken their toll.
But now, Daimonia felt more comfortable. Her counter felt like it had hit Ashley solidly, and as she finally stood back up, she glanced over at Ashley to see where she had gone after taking Dai's boots to her gut...
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Ashley gracefully soared through the sky as the reporter showcased her athletic abilities, before crashing down onto her opponent. The Canadian had made one fatal mistake however, as she had taken her eyes off of Daimonia. That lapse in focus proved costly, as she was caught completely off guard and landed hard on the Italian's raised knees.
"GAH!"
Ashley spat up some saliva from the brutal impact, quickly rolling off the devilish wrestler's body in an effort to create some distance. The chestnut-haired woman instinctively clutched at her ribs to check her physical status. To her relief nothing felt broken, but the college student knew she wouldn’t be wearing midriffs to her writing courses for a while.
Desperate, the Junior tried to crawl away from her opponent, needing space to avoid getting caught in a follow-up counterattack.
