Yknow maybe for once things could look up for Kasey; perhaps tonight could finally be an opportunity to turn things around. Even weeks after his experience being a POW for a dominatrix; Kasey still had yet to shake the feeling that things were... different. Like his entire psyche was off from what he should be expecting. This led to matches where Kasey had been too ingrained in his own thoughts and feelings to really put his best foot forward in any of his recent bouts... He had yet to truly even accept he was not as skilled at the actual art of wrestling as he thought he was. But perhaps this was all just experience building up for him; if he could truly understand himself then tonight should be a piece of cake.
Kasey was told he'd be facing somebody new to LAW; which was a bit of a tough pill to swallow... But perhaps somebody brand new on the scene was more along his skill level. There wasn't much to research on his opponent even if he tried; He'd just have to assume She is probably some who-knows-what from who-knows-where looking to start off on the right foot. But Kasey couldn't let anybody get a foothold ahead of him; he would need to be decisive and purposeful. No pussy-footing around, he needed to just win matches. Backstage he took a deep breath; emptying his mind of previous failures and adorning his mask as he stood behind the curtain and awaited his entrance.
The following match is scheduled for pinfall or submission! Making his way to the ring... Kasey Crass! Spoiler
Kasey emerged to the cold draft of the arena in his minimalist gear with a wary stride. He was feeling more and more ambivalent about how he would be received by the audience; if they remembered all of his embarrassing failures or even particularity cared. Well, considering his opponent tonight should be some nobody; they clearly would have a vetted interest in him for sure. He strode down to the ring with a glance to each side of the ramp to acknowledge the mixed reception he was receiving; but would maintain as stoic of an attitude as he could muster.
He walked up the steps and swung himself around the post allowing his body to be prominently displayed across the arena; hopefully his minimalist look would suit him in looking dominant rather than... No; just don't even think that way. Just go in with confidence. Kasey told himself this as he clambered through the ropes and made his way to the corner; leaning casually back as he awaited his opponent.
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A Malevolent Virus seized control of the LAW Arena.
The titantron power down in a drawn out
. A touch of sparks and white-smoke shoot out the bottom. Stereos pop. Faltering computers add a
. Spotlights clicked and shone on-stage. Off-on. One, two, three cones in rolling succession. Positioned left, centre, right.
Dormant smoke machines cough out a couple puffs of white fog, then release a constant stream of compounding midnight purple, with two jets of purple flame firing for a blink. Spectre’s Emblem glitches on-screen amidst white static — a chrome skull with a blue nuclear eye that spins in its socket. It flashes with chrome horns in the backdrop and a purple mask.
Church bells sound. A first, second, third and fourth! Lets go!
A ninja manifests through the mist. Not one, nor two, but three! Underneath the spotlights: a trio. Armed with red crowbars, a purple top around her chest, latex on her belly and a long chequered purple skirt. All three Spectres stood ready and face the crowd. Their poses glitch, separating and binding. A neon blue laser array from above the Titantron, pierces the mist. It hits the stage and slowly fans out to the stage’s lip. The lasers, spotlights, and thus, the Spectres — disappear in a poof.
“What's going on? Is this a handicap match?” A front row crowd member goes. “I can’t tell. This is all kind of weird.” The one beside them adds. “Oh, crap! Check your phone! Mine is… huh…?”
Spectre’s Emblem suddenly appears on everyone’s personal phone screens. More and more check to find their devices black-screened apart from the chromed skull. A gasp resonates, with frustration, befuddlement and fright all in the mix! And at that key moment, there was a collective gasp! “Up there!” One shouts. They point!
Above, someone from the ceiling descending on a metal hook and cable. Spectre in the flesh! A spotlight finally locks on her. Definitely short-statured and not too big. The cameras watch her stand limply on the cable’s hook. She puts her shoulder against the cable, then aims her crowbar at the spotlight like a shotgun.
“Boom.” The crowbar cocks back. The spotlight fails after a moment of struggle.
"And his opponent, from parts unknown. Standing in at five-one and weighing a mighty one-hundred pounds. Speeeeectre!"
Spectre steps off the cable hook and enters a split-moment free-fall. She grabs the hook and swings, legs out and descends until six feet from the top turnbuckle pad, then drops straight down on-top of it. Her feet land with connected ankles. She absorbs the fall with a squat, knees out, crowbars held out to her side as she stands straight up.
A long shadow now cast over the ring. She peers at her opponent and squints, like casting a very visceral ‘die’ before anything really began. Then she crosses her arms, and slashes them in a downward X. The crowbars slip her fingers and catch on the top-rope.
Finally, she jumps into the ring, executes a roll and ends upright. Her stance is bladed, knees bent, leaning slightly back with her arms hanging down.
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Well; that certainly wasn't what Kasey was expecting. He stood a little unnerved in the corner as the lights began going haywire and confusion stirred across the entire arena; what exactly was going on? He had no clue how he was supposed to react or even what to think- was this an attack? The sweat started dropping down his forehead as Kasey felt the creeping suspicion standing in the ring right now... He was the target of what was happening.
The crowd starts freaking out- A misty display of a Woman manifests then disappears; Kasey looks behind him nervously to make sure nobody was sneaking up on him, pure confusion and fear etched on his face. The thoughts of who he expected his opponent would be were completely out of his mind at this point~ He was practically frozen in place as he huddled back against the corner turnbuckle as tightly as he could go... His only notable physical reaction being when he looked up to see a figure sliding down a cable to the ring~ Before landing gracefully on the turnbuckle opposite to him as She was introduced.
As she squints at Kasey from her squatted position he returns back with a uneasy stare; The masked man isn't quite sure what to make of the situation. He hadn't considered for one second his opponent tonight would have made a entrance quite like this; he was completely caught off guard! He didn't even realize his sweaty palms were gripping the middle rope on each side of the corner turnbuckle like he was holding on for dear life...
The idea behind his attire was always to heir on the side of confidence, that he could show off his body as a full display to his opponents and the audience to give the impression he didn't need to hide anything. In this instance though Kasey felt more exposed than ever. He remained frozen in place with a feeble posture as Spectre flipped to the centre of the ring and caught his gaze once more. What kind of response was he supposed to provide here? He couldn't help but notice the crowbars she brought to the ring... Was that a threat?
Kasey took in a deep breath; a tad shaky admittedly, but he had to face this head on. Despite his nervousness to how she entered, she was just any other wrestler. She was just trying to intimidate him, and Kasey knew this was the truest test of his resolve so far.
"Alright 'Spectre'. R-real fancy. But you're gonna need to actually back up your showboating in the r-ring."
Kasey stammered out the best icebreaker he could to dilute her intimidating entrance; albeit, not a particularly well thought-out one. But he had to do something to bring his head back into the game. He eased himself slowly forward from the corner turnbuckle as if he was getting closer to a feral cat, keeping his body reserved in case she tried anything...
One: he looked like someone staring off into an unknown dark room. She didn’t react to such a gaze. That was pointless, although beneficial for her end game overall. Good boy. Two: he was much bigger up close. She didn’t get a sense of the true scale until now. He cast a much larger shadow and caused a couple re-calculations about her overall strategy. That muscle would act like armour to her. She glanced him up and down, and mapped probable targets and locales to strike, stretch and twist with her limited power.
Then he entered her vicinity. Her repulsion grew. Her hands tightened like holding knives. She wanted to lunge, deep down, and make this a weaponized mauling. Unfortunately, rules and regulations were part of tonight’s course. And although this match was supposed to be a clean affair, she already smelled so much blood. She wanted to smear her face with it. Literally.
DING DING DING.
The crowd roused with noise that bugged her muffled ears.
"Alright 'Spectre'. R-real fancy. But you're gonna need to actually back up your showboating in the r-ring."
Spectre cracked her neck one way, then said plainly. “I plan to.”
Both hands relaxed and her eyes closed. A plan coalesced, with tactics from start to finish and the potential obstacles and surprises. Back ups tactics and escapes if he got a grip on her. If her normal mode of offence failed. A plan B. Victory was the only outcome. Defeat was unacceptable. And anything less than a full attack was pure suck. It didn't matter what she thought of him and his unsteadiness. It just means: He's not ready for Spectre.
Spectre opened her eyes, staring straight forward regardless of their height.
“Let's get started.”
Her back leg whipped, hips turned, body curved into a low switch roundhouse aimed for the inside of his kneecap. Behind the knee padding with maximum force. She didn’t count on any significant reaction. She just wanted the limb to bend—just enough for Spectre to hop off her now back leg and balance on his extended thigh. She’d launch off it and spin counter-clockwise. One rotation became a 540. Her legs now perpendicular with his head. The original boot that hit his knee now came back for seconds, and aimed to SMACK him across the masked jawline.
The confident reply she mustered up as quickly as she did was the first major blow Kasey took in this match. Not only had she proven herself already to be a intimidating competitor with the fantastical way she made her entrance in the ring; but every part of her oozed confidence. Assuredness. A stark contrast to the quite frankly; embarrassing attempt Kasey made to match her bravado. She closed her eyes and seemingly drifted off into deep focus as Kasey stood unnerved~ The bell had rung, what was her deal? The exchange of physicality that was supposed to typically take place at the start of a wrestling match felt completely absent; instead replaced by a awkward silence as Kasey looked unsure of what he was supposed to do; like he received the wrong stage directions in a play.
But as soon as Spectre's eyes opened it all became clear. With a swift movement from Spectre, Kasey barely had any time to come up with a proper reaction before he realized her leg was about to whip straight behind his knee!
"GAh!"
Kasey's limbs had yet to react in time to the realization his brain made that he needed to do something and suddenly he stumbled down slightly as his leg protruded towards Spectre! He felt like he almost completely lost his balance in an instant as Spectre's quick attacks gave him hardly any time to get his bearings and before he knew it; She had launched off of his thigh and without enough time to raise his arms he could only watch as she spun in place before...
*SMACK*!
A massive crack could be heard across the arena as her boot whipped directly against Kasey's jaw, shotgunning his head almost completely sideways! The immediate impact and lack of preparation his body had sent Kasey almost instantly tumbling to his side as the momentum carried the masked man without remorse till he was down on the canvas before he knew it!
*SLAM!*
Kasey's body collided roughly with the canvas as he was practically shot down against it; causing his body to uncomfortably bounce slightly from the impact! There was a immediate look of confusion in Kasey's eyes; hardly seconds had past and he already was feeling lost- He stared blankly forward as he would soon attempt to gather his senses for long enough that his limbs could uneasily find their way to keep him from laying directly against the ring, leaving him in a crawling position!
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Spectre completed her rotations and landed on her toes. She went down into a crouch and leaned on one leg, low, with her second outstretched and straight, sliding across the ring in a circle until her momentum ceased. Both hands touched the canvas in front of her. A touch of hair in front of her eyes as she looked straight down. Then up, directly at him, and watched him get on all fours.
The sight was delicious. She licked her lips underneath the mask. This was perhaps better than him being instantly knocked out. Maybe not.
Her face remained flat and collected underneath. She decided not to follow up with anything, but stand up, arms leisurely at her side, and watch. She stepped forward to closer. One step became a second—closer—now positioned right behind his feet.
“Your turn.”
Her knee pulled up and she booted him on the asscheek.
For fuck's sake~ Hardly seconds into the match and Kasey was already beating himself up mentally for the position he was in; On all fours as his opponent stood confidently behind him. It was hard to tell who Kasey's vitriol was more directed towards~ His opponent or himself. Kasey's nervous energy was replaced by pure annoyance and spite; It was just the cherry on the cake he was being served as he looked to try and raise himself off the canvas... Until he heard footsteps making their way behind him.
"The fuck..?"
A ambivalent boot planted itself on his ass as Spectre seemingly bored taunted the masked man to do something in retaliation; On top of making him as unsure as She had, now she was just plain mocking him. The feeling of her boot planted against his ass felt like it rose up through his entire body and right to his head where the rage cause his eyes to gleam forward angrily~ Holy fuck- This shit should NOT stand!
"FINE!"
Kasey while still on all fours just went for the first and easiest thing that could come to his mind; He twisted his body enough to catch a glimpse of the general direction Spectre was in~
And then he kicked back like a Mule with his left foot as he aimed it directly into her stomach! Her laid back stance hopefully disallowing her any proper amount of time to counter the desperate attack the enraged Kasey throw out so wildly!
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Spectre’s opinion of him was bleeding like a leg wound. It’s true she knew what he was about before entering this ring—that his threat level was similar to an eight year old. But like his size, it merely existed on paper until she got here. She was both surprised, mildly, peeved and enjoying it all at once.
His foot thrust back into Spectre’s crossed arms that immediately protecting a vital place. She caught the boot, hands on his toes and ankles. A foot stepped back, belly sucked in, hips back and she lurched. He was still physically stronger than her. She was lucky to have reacted early. “That.” A pause. “Was fucking pathetic.”
She adjusted her hold to wrap an arm around his ankle entirely. Forearm against his achilles tendon. Then the hand grabbing the toes now began forcing the locked foot into a twist—An ankle lock!
His boot was positioned against her shoulder. She expected a fish-out-of-water kind of struggle. So her immediate follow-up was to raise his leg higher, step towards him, then attempt to step on the back of his free knee before it thrashed too wildly.
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Kasey's wild kick was caught quite easily by Spectre; who held his boot in her hand and condescendingly mocked him. Her words caused his skin to crawl like nails on a chalkboard- But the harsh sensation of her voice would be nothing compared to what would come next.
"GAHHHHH!!! FUCKING~"
Kasey's ankle was harshly twisted in a manner he could hardly even pin down~ All he could feel was the shooting pain from the joints in his foot turning the completely wrong direction as Spectre engaged the hold harder and harder!
"AHHHHH!!! JESUS CHRIST; GAHH!!!"
She brought his leg higher and her body closer; looking to stamp down on his free leg to keep him steady~ But through all the pain Kasey was feeling there wasn't a cold chance in hell he would keep still. Once she brought his leg higher in the air, Kasey's fight or flight instincts kicked in; the Man's lack of grace and formal wrestling training plainly on display as he would attempt to wildly wiggle his body around enough to try and kick his way out of the situation!
"G-GET THE FUCK OFF!!!"
Before Spectre could securely fasten his free leg down; that too would wildly find its way kicking towards her gut as he desperately tried this one last attempt to get her off him before the pain completely took over his entire body!
Spectre was more ready to roll than to defend a second strike. She envisioned following through with him, then locking up his leg on the ground with her own, isolating it and driving the submission into an easy initial victory.
So where did she go wrong?
Well.
That he didn’t know shit.
His free boot, with all its manly strength packed into those otherwise chiseled thighs, buried deep into her core place. “buwughhh…” Instantly, the air inside her body was expelled. Her stomach and diaphragm squeezed. Spittle involuntarily leaked in a spew and wet the inside of her mask. The boot imprinted her latex into a squeak and made her flesh form around his foot that stretched from spleen to the butterfly tattoo. Her ribs showed.
She felt queasy and light-headed, like eating a punch on the jaw. She looked down and gulped. Her legs rattled and suddenly turned off.
“A-Ahh… hahh.. ” Quick breaths became heavy.
Spectre nearly fell backwards. Back on her heels, then counterbalanced by leaning forward. Her knees banged together, then her entire legs collapsed and she was left doubled over in a stew of feelings that hit her trembling shoulders to a warmed sex that loved blows like this. Her tummy sucked in and out continuously, fast, and both hands gingerly touched ground zero—a purpled bruise forming over her belly button.
She wanted to growl. But her throat was empty. So she clenched her teeth, forced both eyes to stay wide-open and slowly steadied her mind and body.
