Rule of Two's: Double Debut! Lady Yan Nu vs Ophelia Bailey

[3ho]

Two out of Three Match
Winner is determined who can score two pinfalls first. Standard rules otherwise.

This was going to be Lady Yan Nu's debut match and it was promised to be a good one. At least, it was going to be for her. Her opponent, also debuting in this match, was probably some scab off of the street that thought joining a wrestling league would be easy money. However this wasn't some casual event and a match with Nu would surely prove that. Hard to say that the money is worth it when your body is being contorted in every manner for that petty cash after all. At least the lesson for this, Ophelia, is coming early so she need not get her hopes up.

Nu hummed to herself cupping her own chin as she considered what holds she might use to really prove her point. Of course it depended upon what happens in the match but she couldn't help but have favorites. The ones that really could make regret stepping into the ring. Those that endure might be worthy of wrestling but there was far more than just pain tolerance to consider. Wrestling was supposed to be more of an artform in her opinion and any crude degenerate didn't deserve to be paid for flailing about in the ring. That's probably why Nu was signed almost immediately.

Real Music

A traditional Chinese ballad played with some modern flare, the guzheng and erhu at the forefront of the. It was her theme and cue to emerge.

Lady Nu

Strutting out into the arena and down the ramp, she hardly regarded the fans. They were mere observers and their opinions didn't matter. Most of them were degenerates anyway but only through their ignorance. At least they stayed away from the ring.

Nu approached the ring and stepped over to the stairs climbing them. Her forward step parting the tied fabric that covered most of her leg to reveal bare thigh. Her hips sashaying to draw attention to the beauty of her sculpted body. Her attire was deliberate believing that the beauty of the 'dancer' or wrestler was also part of the 'dance'. There was nothing unnatural about her, either. She was true, just like she was true to the ideal of wrestling being an artform.

Sliding into the ring, she casually slipped in and leaned against the corner waiting to see who her opponent would be.

[Monsy]

The traditional Chinese Ballad withered into festering silence. Allowing time to expand from seconds into minutes before a peppy rhythm of claps started to coo. It carried a whimsical stride, garnished with humble music as it repeated one word: Lollipop. The crowd’s expectations were flipped on their heads. They wondered: What wrestler could someone take with such music? Their answer manifested in a lollipop-sucking, humble-sized pink-haired woman, swathed in red. She was another rookie with confidence and flair, flying with every carefree skip; her pink hair danced side-to-side, styled in a single ponytail. A glint of light shined off her cherry short skirt, the tight top that cupped each breast and a crop-vest.

Spoiler

You will either suffer or nod your head song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rYoRaxgOE0

A glint of light shined off her cherry short skirt, the tight top that cupped each breast and a crop-vest. Whistles and cheers goaded her to pause on the ramp. Seconds drizzled away, where she seemed lost and unresponsive beyond the slight turn of her turquoise iris. A smirk formed, followed by a full turn, presenting herself like fine wine. She raised her hands above her head, then stroked both down her silk-smooth sides, thrusting her hips backwards, curling her back before flowing into a narrow posture. She stopped and stared, locking eyes on her opponent. ‘A serious looker, hm? Oh well, it'll be a gas!’

Both arms shot outward, waving to both sectors of the crowd as she skipped down the rampway. Executing a full lap, she giggled, twirled and issued a few moves waves, working the crowd for her pleasure before stepping onto the ring steps. Slowly, she weaved one leg inside, then the other, giving a small bounce as her thigh-high scarlet boots kissed the canvas for the first time. She occupied the ring's middle, standing tall and proud, confidant and bold with one hand on her jutted hip. Her gaze started dissecting Nu from the get-go, first falling towards Zhi Nu's feet, their legs, hips, chest and finally, their eyes. A particular hunger made her tongue stroke across her lips, wetting them as her thumb pushed against her bottom lip. Then she wiggled her fingers to greet them, "Hey, hey! Let's have some fun, mmk?"

[3ho]

Her opponent had a horrid choice in music. The "Lollipop" song had to have been the most insufferable piece of music she had ever listened to in her entire existence. Normally she preferred music that focused on the expert handling of instruments with the rare vocals being appreciated but this? This was just the same word chanted over and over? It was atrocious!

Of course the identity of this individual had to have been some classless individual. Probably some low ranker in the prospect pool that likely had no chance. A sacrificial offering to Lady Nu as a worthless test of her abilities (she would obviously win) or perhaps to weed out a low popularity polling wrestler. Either case was bound to be a disappointment to the Chinese Noble who would just plan to make quick work of this match. Annoying that this was match was going to be decided by a double pin, too. That means she was bound to get even less of a challenge and the ability to show her talent after her first pin. Pitiful.

The woman that appeared into the arena certainly filled the image that Lady Nu had created in her head. An outfit reminiscent of a "showtime" girl who was just there for eye candy. The song she played fit in the end.

"Fun is hardly the word I would be considering right now for you." Yan wagged her finger with one hand holding onto her own waist. "This will be more like a lesson when I'm through with you. Don't worry I'll make short work of you."

She'd hang around like that until the bell ring. Letting her opponent pathetically try her first attempt before it would be mercilessly countered, of course.

[Monsy]

Recklessness and discipline; discord and harmony, brought together into the same ring. Fate must’ve destined such a date, which ignited this bubbly euphoria inside her chest, legs, and arms. There was something tense in the air. It suffocated and stretched the oxygen until it was hard to breathe. So close did Ophelia linger and swim in this disapproval. She shuffled closer when the first line of scorn discharged. Her lips pursed, glum, and her eyes widened, head tilted to finish a puppy’s gaze. “No fun for Ditzy, huh?”

Another smile bloomed afterward. Her lollipop swished to her mouth’s left corner, withdrawn and wagged in retaliation. “Mm… About that. There are two rounds to this, love. That means you’ll have to beat little ol’ Ditzy twice,” She paused, flicked away the lollipop to ringside and took one step closer. “And I intend to make every second worth it.”

A faint giggle slipped, a finger pressed onto her bottom lip where she bit the nail. She retreated three steps, and the bell inaugurated their bout. 〝Aaaaalright! Fair and square.〞A hop wound her step as loose fists pierced the air and drew back; palms opened, hoisted shoulder height, and pointed at her opponent. She advanced with a square stance; all ten fingers danced, wagged as her elbows drew back and lunged to tie up. One arm withdrew mid-approach, donned a bladed stance. And that other arm continued to devastate their forehead with a love poke.

She turned around afterward, threw her arms up and skipped towards the corner.

[3ho]

“And I intend to make every second worth it.”

That was it. This cough-drop flavored sucker had just sealed her with that nonchalant boast. Nu's first win was going to be swift and her opponent won't see it coming. It should hopefully cement the idea that she never stood a chance against the superior abilities of one trained so highly. Then she'll take her time with the second pin, making sure to give "Ditzy" the whole workover with all manner of submissions to make her regret ever coming into the ring with that attitude. Tried and convicted for being an absolute nuisance. Execution to follow.

There might have been an ounce of respect that Nu had for Ophelia as they both looked ready to lock up. It was a traditional wrestling test of ability and it would have been admirable, ultimately folly since the lollipop had no chance in hell, but at least a sign of some discipline. Yet there was no contest of ability or strength instead being replaced by a childish ruse! A tap to the forehead and an instant retreat! Nu wasn't even prepared for it and staggered back, dumbfounded at first. Then she seethed.

"You would dare call that a victory? Horrid child, I'll show you the true cost of your game." Lady Nu stammered, as she took a few hurried steps forward and attempted to reach out and seize the very hand that dared touch her and looked to hook it around her opponent's back to set up for some true punishment!

[Monsy]

There was fun to be had each time they locked eye-to-eye. A small wiggle of the brow, nip on the corner of the lip and the flash of pearly whites. All wrapped inside a bow when her lithe finger weaved their defence and dotted their forehead. She took refuge at the corner and blew a wet kiss towards the front row section that clapped. The voice of ire and sweet poison sprang back, replied with a peek over-shoulder and a hand over her mouth to muffle the chuckle that writhed its way out.

“Oh comeee on! I was just messing around.”

She turned around and matched approach; hands were drawn up but failed to reach Lady Nu’s hurry. A vice grip took her wrist and torqued her shoulder, twisted like twine and pinned against her back. Her eyes and mouth slammed shut. Pain torqued her head left, tucked against her left shoulder. Breaths that weighed a ton sank from O-shaped pursed lips, sucked in as her head veered up, took a step back to find her back press into Nu’s front, hips aligned to become their shadow and steal their warmth.

She peeked through a side gaze, and a smooth hand brushed up to try and stroke their cheek.

“I kind of like it here now….”

That hand slithered up to rest on top of their head and pulled it onto her shoulder as her legs kicked out, and they’d drop, intertwined for a stunner!

[3ho]

Nu could only thing about just how bad she was going to put Ophelia in a world of hurt as she managed to get her opponent wrapped up in a hold. It was a simple one but one that Nu made sure to tighten with a yank of Ditzy's arm behind her back to give a little torque to that shoulder. It would have been ideal except something unexpected happen. Her opponent backed in, slipping more into Nu's clutches as the two pressed against each other. It was a moment lost on the Chinese noble until the other dared to run a stroking hand along her cheek.

"What are you-!?" She began stammering in a haste as if she really did have no idea what her opponent meant by 'liking it here'. Nu never got her chance to finish that question as she was quickly kicked out and then dropped in a stunner.

Nu felt her jaw clench shut as her chin bounced off of her opponent's shoulder, head rattled as the noble fell back onto the mat. She clattered like a ragdoll onto the mat, her head bouncing against the canvas did not do her any favors. In fact she felt like she hardly remembered the stunner in her daze, opening her eyes slightly to gaze absently into the arena lights above her. She almost looked out cold had it not been for her ginger movement, writhing with her jaw being opened and stretched. Thank god she didn't chip a tooth for her expensive smile...

[Monsy]

Mistakes could often be turned around. If one arm was useless, then she’d always have another; and wrestle as though she were unhindered. But it started to bite into her arm. She scaled the tips of her toes, an eye closed, and there was a short whine from the torque. It felt like nickels wedged inside her shoulder joint, another in her elbow. She winced when they came down together; it all turned numb, paralyzed until her shoulder rolled and a deep exhale. Slumped and with her neck cracked in two head tilts, she turned onto her knees, got down onto her hands, and then crawled. A hand planted on their far shoulder, a leg thrown over to mount their lap. Her second hand waved, wagged all five fingers, then reached to grab a handful of their hair. “Heya, sweetums. You ok?”

There was a short chuckle, then she pulled on their hair and hoped to tuck their head beneath an armpit. Her arm would then slither underneath their throat, form a noose as she gripped onto her opposite bicep with the forearm clamped overtop. She’d lean back too, scale onto both knees, and arch back with the guillotine applied.