Evelyn Fallanger vs Piper Sherwood - Standard Match

[Monsy]

The moonsault felt like belly-flopping on sound water. It made her feel empty, but not for long. The fuel of competition burned bright; hastened her shuffling up knees. She planted a boot, reached and seized Piper’s wrist, tugging them into a sitting position. An arm hooked over their nape, locked beneath the chin as Evelyn mounted her second boot, then used the grip to pull them up. She’d take their arm and throw it over her own neck, slide that hand to vestige on their nape, seize a deep breath, then heave them high. Two steps back were taken. Her right foot retreated, buckled, and she arched back, putting their hips across the top rope, then, “Oooooora!” up they went again. Evelyn spun on her heel and kicked her feet out to drop them right on their skull. She scrambled to throw her body over their chest, flat, grab a handful of their thigh and pin their knee under their breast.

[Bare]

"Ugh... bitch." Piper moaned softly in pain following the deafening impact of Evelyn's moonsault. Of all the moves the girl could have followed up with it just had to be a damned moonsault didn't it? Well Piper wasn't given much time to lament or curse her opponent's choice in moves. Instead Piper soon found herself forced back up to a vertical base. 'What the-' "NGH!" Thinking to herself initially in confusion Piper's train of thought was cut off by a grunt of surprise as she found herself locked up against Evelyn before being taken straight up only to come right back down! "GAHHH!" Screaming in pain as her back impacted with the mat! But what was more pressing for the blonde was the sudden weight she felt as her leg was grabbed and pulled back, pressing against her chest in a pinfall! Emerald eyes widening at this Piper immediately began shifting and squirming in the position while the ref began counting.

"One!"

"Two!"

"NO!!!" Shrieking shrilly in defiance Piper threw her free leg out, flexing every muscle in her abdominals while shifting suddenly on her shoulders and kicking her caught leg out with as much force as she could mange in order to break the pinfall attempt!

[Monsy]

Not the kindest soul, are they? People are always with the name-calling. She refuses to understand it, but perhaps there’s some guilty pleasure buried deep down when she took them for a ride. A much more style-based move, splash onto the canvas, ready for Fallacy to paint her pinfall. The limb hooked up. Her sweat-licked fingers locked, and her eyes and mouth clammed shut. Then came one… Then came two… Thrashing already rumbled from underneath; knowing she didn’t do enough, but held it, just for a dream that she’d get to hear that bell; hear her name. Just once. But that’s all that it was. A dream.

Evelyn’s finger-grip crept further apart, broke, and the pin collapsed. She jerked up, but still sprawled over Piper’s upper half. “You really want to win, huh?…” She said, then pushed up to hands and knees. “Well, so do I…” And that’s this liar’s truth.

A hand now snapped to try and seize Piper’s wrist, then Evelyn took to a knee and pulled them to sit. She’d let go, turn on her ankle, to face horizontally in front of them. Both hands pincered Piper’s skull, yanked them against her chest and finger-locked at the front. Now she’d torque them forward, squeezing the headlock and keep them ill-postured to stand. If quick and easy didn’t suffice, then she’d grind them down. One flip. One headlock. One suplex. One slap. One gambit at a time.

[Bare]

Piper grunted after managing to kick herself out of the pinfall attempt from Evelyn. A furious expression was burned onto her face following her proclamation that she wouldn't lose. It was something she believed and would follow through on no matter what. Even if it meant having to run over her opponent who progressively setting Piper off more and more with each passing moment, that pinfall attempt being the last straw for the foul mouthed blonde.

'No more.' Piper thought to herself as she looked up, being greeted with the sight of Evelyn standing above her and reaching for her wrist. 'Perfect.' She thought to herself as her hand was grabbed and she was hauled up to a elevated position. Quickly Piper found them shifting, Evelyn standing at her side, pulling Piper up and wrapping her head in a tight head lock. "Grrr... Fuck you!" Piper hissed out to the woman, being forced to move this way and that, but that was fine, she could work with this.

With her feet at least under her Piper wasn't able to do much, but she could jockey for position enough to position Evelyn's back to the referee, hiding the majority of Piper's body from their scrutinizing view. So with the feeling of certainty she would get off scot free Piper would pull her arm back, tensing her fist before suddenly launching it straight forward! If all went well Piper would strike a well hidden blow to Evelyn's crotch to try and free heself!

[Monsy]

Though Piper broke her pin, it didn’t shake Fallacy much. She didn’t run out of repertoire, nor did her spirits sink; instead, the opposite was embellished. A constant grin cemented itself, with the headlock so tight, she’d use it on a heavyweight. To the crowd that watched, Evelyn looked out and stuck her tongue out, then winked as she flexed her bicep and released a breath slowly to usher another gauge to the vice.

“Loud and clear cuss-mouth!” Her voice chimed, though, soon, Piper started to influence her posture. The angle was easy pickings to unseat her balance, forcing her boots to slide and orbit the smaller wrestler. Clever little minx. Fallacy wouldn’t buy into it much longer, with her back to the official and one eye flinching shut, it was about time to take this brawling bunny into another avenue, but then…

〝GGAAH!!〞She squealed on reflex. Her hips twisted up in knots and pulled tight like her knees, with shivering gel-legs and hands that piled onto her upper thighs, clawing trenches as that expression was drained of any colour, eyes wide-cascading, and she bit down on her bottom lip. There was a second where she did nothing, then collapsed onto her knees, and forward again so her forehead crashed into the canvas. She sandbagged onto her side, legs welded together, knees brought up hip height, with one hand on her bikini hem, and the other tugging at her hair, whimpering.

[Bare]

Landing a low blow on Evelyn the tides of the mach had been turned. Despite the seemingly dominant position Fallanger had been in thanks to her consecutive attacks, Piper was more ruthless in her method of attacking... or more specifically where she attacked. Tossing her hair back the look of frustration on Piper's face was palpable in spite of her managing to temporarily disable Evelyn.

This match had gone longer and swung Evelyn's way more often than Piper ever would have liked. After all she was determined to show her strength and dominance to further distance herself from her jobber reputation. This girl was making it harder and harder to do so and frankly it was pissing Piper off. Luckily the low blow had stunned Fallanger, dropping her to the mat and leaving her in the fetal position, clutching at her woman hood while Piper slowly stood up, panting softly in frustration and looking ready to kill.

Reaching down and grabbing a handful of her opponent's hair Piper would pull the woman up to a sitting position before grabbing her arm and forcing the girl up fully to a standing position. If she managed to do so Piper would wrap an arm around Evelyn's neck and shoulders, bending Fallanger backwards as Piper glared at the camera. Holding the position for a moment Piper would suddenly swing herself around to the side, pulling Evelyn with her to try and plant Evelyn with her finishing move, a swinging flatliner she dubbed the High End!

If the move landed successfully and dropped Fallanger Piper wouldn't waste any time. Sitting up Piper would roll her opponent over before dropping herself on the woman, laterally pressing against the woman to keep her shoulders down! If successful than the ref would drop down in order to start counting the pinfall attempt!

Spoiler

[Monsy]

The gunslinging liar put everything into her matches.
This was no exception. And for but a moment, she had some hope. That drove her wild. Even as she crashed onto the canvas, her instincts took over. She couldn’t move her arms to climb up, nor her head nor tip onto her side. There wasn’t an ounce of will to overcome the stasis, except from the outside, Piper, who prowled like the predator and preyed on the downed Fallacy. When she was pulled up, her legs parted and took the canvas. Her body yearned for respite still, and she seemed to be a bodily heap of slumped shoulders, whimpering, cascading eyes that now leaked at the corners. She peered up with a ghost-white face. The pull of her arm, how limp it sagged, the look of incandescence snapped any nerves she might’ve had. This was her execution. “A-Ah..” And the tug on her arm, bringing those shaky knees to corral together, trembling as Fallacy’s stance was worse than a condemned building.

Just being thrown back made her squeak, and her eyes closed, lips rolled in, her fists tightened at her sides, and long hair spilled onto the ground. “H-Huh… What’s?” Then, they went the other way and crescendoed by a short yelp. The tip of Fallacy’s nose was first to collide, then her forehead, scattering whatever brains remained, and the canvas sang as her potato-sac body followed. She’d lay, arms straight down like her face, and one leg splayed outward before she turned over. Much of her stayed the same on her back. Her arms knit to her body, her legs wound tight, and she looked up with this expression frozen in agony, mouth ajar, frowning, panting, and a tear stricken down one eye. There was a slight hitch when Piper planted her weight, and the referee counted one… two… and three!

[Bare]

Piper had been infuriated by her opponent throughout the match and was ready to end things between them once and for all. Something she was sure to do after managing to low blow the girl, stunning Fallacy and leaving her totally vulnerable as Piper rose to her feet. Proceeding to grab the woman and force her back it was no question for anyone who would win when Piper swung the girl back,landing her finisher on the girl and laying her out on the mat spread eagle. As she dropped down on top of Evelyn and waiting PIper nodded her head along with the count of the ref, waiting for them to officially end the bout as she dropped down and went one two and three. "Eat that loser." Piper said down to her fellow blonde before finally pushing herself up and to her feet, letting the ref raise her hand up into the air as she did so as she was officially declared the winner by the announcer.

Looking down at her opponent with a sneer of disdain Piper would yank her hand away from the ref as she bent down and grabbed her opponent by the hair once more, pulling her up to her feet Piper ignored the cries of the ref to leave Evelyn alone before Piper bent the already beaten girl back... before swinging them around, landing her finisher a second time despite winning the match already! Hearing the bell ring several times as she stood up Piper would use her foot to roll Fallacy out of the ring and ontot he mat below before taking a mocking bow with a cocky smirk on her face as the fans booed the poor display of sportsmanship. In spite of the reaction however Piper backed in the attention regardless, as she stood, smiling evilly at the win desite the way she had gained it.

[Monsy]

Winner via Pinfall: Piper Sherwood