A Divine Trial: Skye Maddox (D) vs iI-DIVINITY-Ii

[Misfit_Alien]

iI-DIVINITY-Ii: Lady Miyuki, 'The Gentle' & Yamato Ayase, the 'Faithful Blade vs Skye Maddox, the "Suplex Savant'
Match Type: "Handicap Tornado Tag + POW."
This match will be a two-on-one handicapped match. Under tornado tag rules, once the bell rings, all competitors will be legal throughout the entire match. Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. There are no disqualifications and no count-outs. However, the pinfall, submission, or knockout must occur within the ring.
POW Stipulation: Upon defeat, the losing team will become the winning team's POW for a full twenty-four hours.


The arena grew rather restless from the wait between matches. All night long, they had seen an incredible spectacle of LAW's hardest-hitting talents. Now, it seemed like they were gearing up for something TRULY special. Or so the announcers claimed. They were promised a show tonight, and they've been delivering thus far. But without a solid finish for tonight's taping, the crowd was weighing their enjoyment of the show with bated breath. What good were the past few hours of appetizers and palate cleansers without a proper entree that would BLOW them away and leave them not only full and satisfied, but still craving more for when the next show rolled around? What they needed was an extravagant display to serve as the cherry on top of the star-studded cake. The LAW crowd DEMANDED to end things with a -BANG-...and by god, that's EXACTLY what they were going to get.

Apparently, word had been traveling through the grapevine as to what the surprise main event would be. It was meant to be a monumental display of a next-generation talent capable of going toe-to-toe with ANYONE regardless of the odds. Furthermore, it was also set to be a debut match...quite the exciting affair. A new face coming to test their mettle against one of LAW's own? With all this stirring around the eager minds of the audience, the crowd had been left to marinate in their endless stream of thoughts and discussion.

The sea of fans sat in suspense, relentlessly chattering away in the stands. They held never-ending debates on what the match type was going to be, who the newly signed name was, and who would be their opponent. Perhaps it was a double debut? Maybe some kind of stipulation match? A surprise title shot? Who knew!?!!!?? All they had in mind was MASSIVE expectations for what was supposedly going to be bigger and better than anything else they had seen earlier in the evening. Regardless of the rampant speculation, they wouldn't know ANYTHING until someone's music hit...and fortunately for them, as if on cue, the wait would finally be over as the arena's loudspeakers began to spark back to life-...revealing to the audience, tonight's pièce de résistance...the crown jewel that would leave the crowd stunned with spectacle and awe...enter...Skye Maddox-...

[Parker]

"Making her way to the ring, fighting out of Austin, Texas, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds! Undefeated Southwest Women’s Champion, the Texan Technician… the Suplex Savant… SKYE MAAAAADDOOOOX!!!"

Blue Stahli - ULTRAnumb

The first pulse of her music hit like a live wire, deep bass thrumming through the arena as the lights cut to black. The crowd stirred in anticipation, a ripple of cheers and murmurs echoing through the air. Then, with a sharp crash of cymbals, the stage exploded in white and gold sparkler pyro, a brilliant shower of light raining down from above.

Through the sparkling haze, a taut, athletic silhouette emerged, calm, collected, proud.

stepped forward into the glow, her expression steady, her focus absolute. She didn’t play to the crowd immediately; she took a quiet breath first, letting the moment breathe. Then she rolled her shoulders back, lifting her chin just slightly, and the corners of her lips tugged upward in a composed, confident smile. The cheers came without coaxing, her coming to LAWs stage had been rumored for weeks now and with it came her fans.

Her gear gleamed under the white and gold lights, black and metallic gold wrestling tights, with the matching cropped top. The contrast between the dark fabric and the reflective trim caught every flicker of the spotlight as she began her walk down the ramp.

Unlike most debuting stars, there was no excess, no shouting or showboating. Every step was paced, measured, the quiet intensity of someone who didn’t need to prove they belonged. The camera caught her from the side as she adjusted her wrist tape, flexing her hands once before bringing them together in a small, habitual stretch, the prelude of a craftsman preparing for work.

Halfway down the ramp, she paused and looked out toward the sea of fans. A few began to chant her name, the rhythm catching on in pockets across the audience. She nodded once, almost as if to say, “Alright then. Let’s make this count.”

As the beat of her music dropped harder, she broke into a brisk stride toward the ring. Skye climbed the steel steps, brushing her fingers along the top rope as she slipped between them. Her boots met the canvas with a muted thud. She was home. Across the ocean, but between these ropes was where she lived.

In the center of the ring, she turned toward the hard cam, the gold highlights of her gear catching the light as she slowly raised a single hand skyward. A soft smirk crossed her face as the crowd roared back.

Then she dropped her arm, the lights flared one final time, and the music cut.

Standing tall in the silence that followed, Skye Maddox rolled her neck, her expression sharpening into calm readiness. Her debut didn’t need flash or words, her presence said it all. She quietly paced the far end of the ring, shaking out her arms. Tonight was sure to be a challenge. Two opponents at once. Even someone as skilled as her needed to be careful when numbers were involved.

[Misfit_Alien]

A two-versus-one match, hm? Quite the affair indeed, but a fun proposition nonetheless. The two passionate lovers would never waste such an opportunity, especially not when they could savor the taste of a newcomer and treat them to a divine first experience within LAW. Neither Miyuki nor Yamato believed it would be a challenge for them; their only concern was whether this would-be adversary was cute or not. It would be no fun to toy with someone so detestable and unenjoyable. So both Queen and Knight were silently hoping that the heavens would bless them with a lovely playmate for the evening~...one worth bringing home with them once the dust had settled~...and as they watched on from backstage, they witnessed Skye entrance, finding themselves delighted with her presence, beauty, and grace...considering her soul rather suitable for their 'cause'. Without further ado, they hastened toward the entryway, ready to demonstrate what a truly GOLDEN entrance looked like~

Spoiler

"Entering the ring, standing at 5'1 and 6'0 at a combined weight of 260 lbs...LADY MIYUKI, THE GENTLE...AND HER PARTNER, THE FAITHFUL BLADE...YAMATO AYASE...DIVINITY!!!"

Spoiler

The gilded pair stood poised and ready at the top of the ramp, appearing like truly divine beings bathed in golden rays of warmth and sunshine. Their combined presence drew every gaze in the arena toward their figures like a magnetic pull, no-...like a black hole...inescapable and all-consuming. A queen and her knight...a goddess and her eternal consort. The divine duo would walk down the ramp and through the aisle, traipsing about with confidence and an ethereal, otherworldly aura of regalness and class as Queen and Knight made their procession toward the ring, marching in tandem with the same pace yet different steps. Miyuki's step was calm, calculated, and soft...like walking through a soft meadow of grass and flowers. On the other hand, Yamato had a far heavier step to her. She was bold, domineering, and strong...her boots tread upon the ground following her beloved partner's step, serving as a strong guard that could seemingly defend her queen from all manner of danger.

Once they reached the edge of the ring, Yamato assisted Miyuki up the stairs as the Queen gracefully ascended the cold steel stairs along the corner, awaiting her sweet Knight to follow along. Once on the apron, the duo would enter the ring, with Yamato opening the ropes to give Miyuki 'safe passage' through, blushing slightly while maintaining her stoic, silent persona as Miyuki teased her with a flirtatious entrance, flaunting her figure and giving her partner something to fantasize about as they stood together, looking rather dominant in their matching attire. Afterward, Yamato would remove her entrance gear...the skirt, armor, visor, and sword...all while Miyuki sat atop the turnbuckle in their corner, playing her beloved a warm melody she had been practicing just for her as the two waited for their opponent...someone either foolish enough to accept a match at such a disadvantage or forsaken by the higher management at LAW, who looked to put on a rather entertaining show tonight. And then, as Miyuki played her last note...silence. A hushed murmur fell over the arena as the pair stood across from Skye, studying her carefully...planning how to take her down...and how to make her unwind~

Spoiler

"Greetings and salutations, o' dogged contender...o' fierce hound of the lone star...o' savant of suplexes~...it is our esteemed pleasure to greet you tonight, to allow you the chance to bathe in the rays of our warmth and gentleness." Miyuki spoke from atop her perch. "My name is Lady Miyuki...and this-..." She gestured toward the silent, stoic Yamato. "Is my faithful blade, Yamato~..." She said, leaning forward while pulling her Knight in closely for a soft kiss on her cheek, all while maintaining eye contact with Skye, yet Yamato's expression remained unchanging. The salaciousness of the two...Miyuki especially...was apparent. The tension was palpable and the sex appeal was running rampant. This 'queen' certainly wasn't shy about PDA...and why should she be? She was a goddess in human form, and her love for her 'consort' knew no bounds.

"Know now that we take no pleasure in such an unfair battle. My knight is the honorable type, and is rather eager to face such a spirited warrior~...as am I~...rest assured, we will see to it that by the end of this, you shall be rewarded for your excellence and skill. A fighter as accomplished as you deserves nothing less than to experience a level of bliss that you've never seen before~...Typically, I would offer thee the opportunity to surrender. To yield the path forward to us...to join us in our court on our conquest to spread our message of love and gentleness...but a woman of your caliber is not the type to give up before she begins. That much is clear...and while it is commendable, I am afraid that it is not something that we can abide by." She said.

"Therefore-...we must deal with you promptly. But hear me when I say-...what we do is not out of malice, but kindness and respect. We see your greatness, your beauty, your prowess...and we treasure it dearly. So much so that we WANT you to join us...submit me to us...to ME...and you'll never experience a day without our gilded grace again~...resist-...and we'll have but no choice to strike you down." She said, punctuating her statement with a strum of her harp.

[Parker]

When it came to wrestlers in the sport, Skye Maddox had nothing but vitriolic contempt for the new breed of “influencer wrestlers”, those loud, glitter-soaked caricatures of athletes who believed a catchy hashtag and half-baked choreography were a substitute for grit and ring sense. But the other side of that shallow coin… was people like this.

Her gaze tracked Miyuki and Yamato as they made their gilded descent down the ramp, twin avatars of pageantry and poise. Their every movement was rehearsed, regal, a performance in motion. Skye’s lips pressed into a thin line. She never had much patience for theatrics, but she understood this brand of spectacle. This was old-school showmanship, the kind that predated the “age of content.” It was camp with conviction, and for that, she could afford a sliver of respect.

The redhead paced slowly near her corner, boots thudding a steady rhythm against the canvas. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the pair, the shimmer of their gold-trimmed gear, the heavy way Yamato moved, the slight, teasing sway of Miyuki’s hips that made every step look like a statement. Skye noted the small details the crowd might miss: the way Yamato’s shoulders turned when she walked, the weight distribution that hinted at her power base; the poise in Miyuki’s arms, refined, maybe a striker… maybe a manipulator. Their choice of gear and what was chosen to protect and not protect, it all told her valuable information. Two-on-one or not, she’d fought worse odds. The ring was only so big. You didn’t beat a pair like this by being reckless, you did it by making them trip over their own rhythm and fight on her terms.

When the first note of Miyuki’s harp echoed, Skye’s brow furrowed. At first, she’d assumed it was all pretense — an invisible track, a gimmick meant to accentuate the “divine” act. But as the melody swelled, haunting and oddly serene under the arena lights, she realized it was real. She found herself… slightly impressed, though she’d never admit it aloud.

Then the harp fell silent, and the golden “Queen” began to speak.

Miyuki’s words rolled like poetry spun in silk, drenched in flowery articulation and theatrical grandeur that made Skye feel less like she was standing in a wrestling ring and more like she’d wandered into a Shakespearean fever dream. “O’ dogged contender.” “Faithful blade.” “Submit to me.” The cadence, the diction, it was absurd, melodramatic, earnest in its absurdity.

Skye’s fingers twitched at her side. She hid the smirk threatening her lips by clearing her throat, masking the faint huff of a laugh. Whatever this duo was, they were fully committed to their bit, and commitment, even in something this flamboyant, demanded a modicum of respect.

As Miyuki’s introduction wound to their honeyed conclusion, Skye inclined her chin, a slight nod of acknowledgment toward both Queen and Knight. Her lips parted, ready to retort more than once, but Miyuki’s monologue flowed endlessly, denying her an opening. By the time the self-proclaimed goddess finished her sermon, Skye’s smirk had sharpened into something more wolfish than polite.

Her voice came low and even, tinged with amusement. "Thanks, Lady Miyuki, for all the praise..." she began, the faint lilt of sarcasm brushing her tone. Her weight shifted, the smooth flex of her toned frame as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, biceps pressing against the soft sheen of her gear. "But I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you."

Her cool blue eyes lifted, steady and deliberate, locking on the divine woman’s gilded gaze.
"When this is all said and done, you’ll be the one submitting to me, if you can find the breath to do it. I just hope you sound half as sweet when I’m through with you."

She let the silence hang, the crowd buzzing in response to the challenge, before flicking her attention toward Yamato, the stoic knight who loomed at her Queen’s shoulder like a loyal wall of muscle.

"But before we get to that..." Skye tilted her head from one side to the other, a satisfying crack echoing faintly beneath the arena lights. "There’s something I need to take care of first."

With that, she rolled her shoulders, planting her boots squarely in the mat, the faintest smirk tugging the corner of her mouth. Whatever divinity this “golden pair” claimed, Skye was ready to drag them both right back down to earth and suplex them throughthe damn ring. Miyuki was the key here, the soft target. She only had to beat one of them to win, she just needed to create an opening.

[Misfit_Alien]

Skye seemed to come around on their little performance the longer it went, with Miyuki spotting that begrudging sense of respect beginning to form as the Texan woman couldn't help but smirk in amusement. Like many others, she too found herself captivated. It was inevitable-...the gilded pair didn't work so hard rehearsing and refining their characters just to come off as some sideshow act. They were a divine duo of epic proportions, heaven-sent beings with unmatched levels of poise, grace, and passion. They were not appetizers or mere snacks...they were the main course.

And tonight, Skye would get her fill of something TRULY divine~...

"By all means, try as hard as you like~..." Miyuki said, replying to Skye directly as she walked up to her in such a casual fashion, like they were old friends from grade school. Her steps were light and dainty, almost silent even. She carried herself with such authority, not a single bit of motion wasted as she glided forward, her attire shimmering beneath the lights the entire time.

In character, Yamato stepped forward to stop this, but Miyuki assured her that she'd be fine. "At ease, my gilded soldier...our 'friend' here means me no harm before the bell rings. She's the honorable type~...I'm sure you two will get along rather well~..." She said before approaching Skye, coming face-to-face with her as she leans in close, harp behind her back in one hand, raising the other to her cheek, as if to whisper a secret to the Texan woman.

"Do be sure to give her a real challenge~...she loves a good brawl. You can't quite tell because of how serious she is, but-...hm~...she's practically brimming with excitement~...It's a rare treat for her to come across someone so professional and well-renowned, so she's aiming to really test herself tonight. She's the competitive type, you see. Make no mistake, she's a real warrior...so give her your best, just for me, 'kay?" She whispered, glancing back at Yamato for a moment, who was blushing at the fact that she KNEW Miyuki was talking about her...revealing such 'personal secrets' to the 'enemy' no less...Miyuki stifles a giggle before looking back at Skye.

"I'm a lucky gal, aren't I? Isn't she the cutest?" She chimed, breaking character for a moment yet still speaking with such a polite, regal, queenly attitude, smiling brightly toward the redhead. "You two have fun on your little 'play date'...my Knight prefers to tackle things head-on before allowing her darling Queen to sully her hands~..." She said, stepping back and pivoting gracefully with a twirl, walking back toward her corner after that brief moment of chit-chat. She'd stand behind Yamato, strumming her harp while locking eyes with Skye. Meanwhile, Yamato cracked her knuckles and readied herself for war, taking in a deep breath before stepping forward to meet Skye head-on once that bell rang...


DING DING DING


The match was on and Yamato lunged forward, attempting to lock up with the Suplex Savant, testing her mettle to see if this clash was really worth her time, and if Skye was worth her Lady's attention~...Her hands would latch onto the Texan woman's collar and elbow, a vice-like grip ensnaring Skye as Yamato thrashed around, planting her feet firmly against the canvas, the tense sounds of boot soles squeaking roughly against the mat filling the ring as Miyuki sat back in awe.

"My, oh, my~...she's going to have so much fun with this one~..." She muttered.

[Parker]

Skye didn’t rise to Miyuki’s theatrics with words right away. She stood there instead, shoulders loose, hands resting at her sides, eyes steady as they tracked every step the elegant woman took. Her confidence was the quiet sort, it was in her merits and her body language. Skye didn't feel the need to jump around and bark at the moon like so many of her peers, putting on airs of toughness for the crowd. She simply showed up and got things done. So listened to her opponent, measured both up, and cataloged what she deemed as strategies to break them down.

color=#BF0000]“I always do,”[/color] Skye replied simply, her voice low and even. No pride or bravado in it, ask if reading facts straight from a textbook.

Miyuki’s nearness didn’t faze her. If anything, it sharpened her focus. When the harp-bearing queen leaned in to whisper, Skye tilted her head just enough to acknowledge it, eyes never fully leaving Yamato in her peripheral vision. She could feel the shape of the match already, Yamato was the front woman, the muscle and Miyuki was the ring general, the closer.

“Sure…” She hadn’t quite been sure what to say to the candid inquiry to her thoughts on her opponent's luck. Skye wasn’t exactly the most experienced person with relationships. Her career had always come first and things like that were distractions. If whatever they had was healthy, good for them she supposed. Her gaze flicked briefly back to Miyuki when the queen teased her knight.

The two women weren’t intending to go at her all at once? That was a mistake on their part, but not one she intended to point out. Regardless of how competent in the ring the women were, fighting more than one person at a time was always going to be difficult. This had now become more of a measure of her endurance. The gameplan hadn’t changed. Take Yamato out of the picture and hammer Miyuki. She just had to be careful about how she went about doing that. “We’ll see how well she can hang. I play rough. ”

When the bell rang, she was ready. No wasted movement in meeting the blond woman’s charge.

Yamato came in hard, collar-and-elbow locked tight, boots squealing as she planted herself and tried to muscle control from the opening exchange. Skye absorbed the impact with a grunt, spine flexing, feet adjusting instinctively to widen her base. Her hands came up to meet Yamato’s grip, not rushing or straining just yet, but feeling out the pressure, the angles, the weight.

Strong. Technical. Honest.

Good.

“You’re solid,” she said to Yamato through clenched teeth, breath controlled even under the pressure. It wasn’t flattery. It was an assessment. “But I don’t plan on staying put.”

Her boots dug in harder, muscles in her legs coiling as she began to shift. All at once she snapped, muscles flaring as she roughly dipped lowers and threw their arms apart in an explosive motion. She drove in hard, trying to grab hold of Yamato by her midsection and hoist her up off the mat where all of her impressive power had no say. If she managed to scoop her off her feet, it was into a hard pivot then toss to throw the woman down roughly to the mat with a simple but effective spinebuster.