Nashi Dragneel (w/ Wicke Sykes) vs Tania Trom - Falls Count Anywhere

[Monsy]

Falls Count Anywhere
Secure victory in any location via pinfall, submission or KO.

[GolemGuardian]

Tania puffed as she warmed herself up, doing a bit of shadow boxing and stretching while she awaited her signal. She hadn't done as well as she had hoped in the last Fight the LAW, and now here she was again at the subsequent event. The lass was determined to do much better, maybe even squeak out a win!

While she knew a little about what Nashi was like. Crowd pleaser, persistently happy, and a bit ditzy. All things the lass could relate to and had been called before. So she was sure the match was going to be a great one.

Spoiler

Snapped from her thoughts as her music began, Tania stepped out of the guerilla position. Her face serious as the chanting continued, grabbing her right forearm and pumping it like as a shotgun. Just before the instrumentals began and heavily picked the pace up, the bean punched the ground with her right, orange, green, and white pyro shot out along the entrance stage, to the delight of the crowd.

Her goofy grin then returned, walking down the ramp with a playful bit of shadow boxing as she walked. Stepping up the steel steps and onto the ring apron, Tania stepped up onto the ropes, throwing her arm up as the crowd roared. With a little jump off the ropes, the blond backflipped into the middle of the ring and landed on her feet. With another pump of her right arm, she once more punched at the ground with green sparklers shooting out of the corners in time. With her entrance all finished, the lass went back to her corner, looking forward to seeing the pink-haired idol's own entrance.

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[SwordSavior1]

The arena lights dimmed to a cold, clinical blue. The crowd, already buzzing from Tania’s high-energy entrance, shifted from cheering to a curious, expectant hum. There was no music, only the rhythmic thud of boots on the metal ramp and the mechanical drone of a motorized platform.

Spoiler

Wicke Sykes emerged from the curtain, her expression unreadable. strolling with a measured pace. Accompanying her through a hydraulic dolly was an industrial orb pod. The frosted glass was opaque, the interior glowing with a violent, swirling crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat.

The announcer's voice boomed over the PA system: "And her opponent..."

The crowd already knew the card. However, the sight of Wicke nudging a literal stasis pod raised a thousand eyebrows. The fans murmured, some laughing at the theatricality, others genuinely unsettled by the sterile, laboratory aesthetic invading the squared circle.

As Wicke stepped through she glanced across the ring at Tania Trom. Wicke’s eyes narrowed, performing a quick, subconscious analysis. Tania looked the part—strong, athletic and possessing a certain kinetic energy. On paper, she was the perfect benchmark, a brawling grappler of the same weight class who could provide a legitimate struggle without the need for underhanded tactics.

A sturdy specimen Wicke thought, but her mind flickered back to some fragmented footage she’d seen in one of Tania’s matches. There had been an anomaly. One that didn't align with the girl's bubbly persona. Some adrenaline-induced fugue state or an untapped emotional trigger? With such limited footage available, it was inconclusive, but still a variable. A dangerous one.

Regardless, Wicke concluded, the objective remains the same. Integration. Execution. Domination.

Wicke stepped to the side of the pod. She reached down to a heavy-duty locking mechanism, clicking it open with a metallic clack that echoed through the quiet arena. She didn't look at Tania, her focus was entirely on the machine and what was inside

With a calm, steady hand, Wicke reached for the control panel embedded in the side of the orb. Her finger hovered over the primary release valve.

"Time to show them the result of the equation," Wicke whispered to herself.

She then pressed the button and then a loud hiss erupted...