Into the Cyclone: Wyvern vs. Lucy Toshimata and Chen

[Hills]

W Y V E R N vs. Lucy "Firecracker" Toshimata and Chen
Match Type: Tornado Handicap Elimination "I Quit" Match
Rules: Competitors consist of one wrestler facing a team of two. Tag rules are not in play. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, and no disqualifications. A wrestler is eliminated when they say "I quit." The match ends when one side has no wrestlers remaining. No referee will be present in the ring.

15 Minutes Ago

Saoirse wasn't entirely sure this match wasn't intended as a form of retaliation. She hadn't had the smoothest relationship with LAW's booking team so far, and had made her complaints about the tepidness of her early matches inescapably clear. This, though...no referee, no restrictions, and a blatantly stacked match against two wrestlers at once. Furthermore, an "I Quit" match could require far more time and damage to end than a simple pin or submission. The possibility of her being injured was very high, and it was unlikely she'd be able to get out of this match intact. This could very easily be an attempt to teach her a lesson about asking for harder matches.

Saoirse couldn't stop an unpleasant grin from stretching across her face as she stared into the mirror of the isolated bathroom she had used to get ready. If that was the plan, they didn't know her at all.

Now

Theme Song

Wyvern waits at the very edge of the gorilla position, shifting her weight as she listens through the curtain to the announcer explaining the extensive list of stipulations for the match. For most it would have been a nervous tick, trying to burn off anxious energy while she waited for her chance to go in. Indeed, that's likely what it looks like to the surrounding staff, but for Wyvern it's actually quite the opposite. Excited, she keeps her body in motion so that she doesn't lose hold of the energy surging through her. Finally, she hears the words she's been waiting for.

Introducing first...

The lights from the stadium dim to blackness. The opening chords of her theme begin. Showtime.

"...from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at 137 ibs..."

Striding out under a blinding storm of strobe lights, Wyvern takes to the center of the stage before holding up her thumbs to the sides of her neck and stomach. After a momentary pause, she whips both hands across to mime simultaneous slitting of the throat and belly. An improvised motion she had once done on a whim, the marketing team had apparently liked it and told her to keep doing it. Wyvern didn't care much about building a "brand," but the motion felt unique to her and encapsulated her intentions quite well. Playing to the crowd still wasn't really her thing, but this felt right.

WYVERN!

Wyvern makes her way down the ramp at a deliberate pace, forcing herself to stay slow so that she doesn't burn excess energy before the match has even started. This was going to take all of her reserves if she wanted to have any chance of winning. Coming up to the ring itself, she rolls her neck and shoulders to loosen up before climbing onto the apron and sliding between the top and middle ropes. As her music fades away, she moves into one of the far corners of the ring, taking a hunched-over seat on the bottom turnbuckle. She turns her head back up to look at the entrance, fixing an intense stare on it as she waits for the entry of her opponents.

[DarkMagician]

Lucy and Chen was in their changing room, getting into their attires. "Hmm... this suits you just too well." Lucy teased Chen, feeling her butt through the tight-fit cheongsam. Not much disturbed by the attention Lucy was giving to her body simply said "Look." pointing at the plasma screen broadcasting the match. It was a minute before Wyvern's entrance. "What do you see?" The screen was showing the arena but there was nothing much beside the ring. "Nothing?" "Exactly!" Chen replied immediately with excitement and continued "No ref... No rules..." . Lucy would hug Chen from behind letting Chen feel her breasts pushing on her back. Her hands would caress her body as she hugged her with lust. "and..." Lucy's lips closed in on Chen's ear as she whispered "weapons and items are allowed...". Her hand was caressing Chen's tights at this point dangerously driving both to a sensual climax of sorts.

And then, they heard Wyvern's announcement. Their attention was directly went towards the plasma screen broadcasting the match. They were excited, they were more then just excited. Both women had similar taste and this seemed like a feast to them. A match with no rules, no ref, just one girl against both of them, at the same time, against the odds. They saw Wyvern on screen as spots illuminated her. She seemed confident even making taunting moves. A confident opponent was even better for the sinister duo. This was a "I quit" match. They wouldn't like a crying baby girl who can't take a good amount of suffering.

Now was their turn to make their entrance. They readied themselves and took position. Spots turned on them to reveal them in their skimpy, sexy and elegant dresses. Lucy sent a kiss with her palm to Wyvern as Chen licked her lips and bit on them taunting Wyvern as they clutched very close to each other getting those breasts squash together. They started walking down the ramp without haste. As their heels clicked on the hard platform they would send kisses and winks everywhere. They climbed on the ring and made their way in between the ropes in unison.

"She looks even better in person. Don't you think Lucy?" "It would be bad if anything bad would happen to that beautiful body, right?" "Indeed." "Why don't we test how much bad can actually happen, huh?" Lucy said as she mimicked exactly what Wyvern did during her entrance but a slower pace to make sure Wyvern would have the time to understand their intention for her for sure.

[Hills]

Not sure what to expect.

Wyvern hated this part of the match. She almost always entered before her opponents, leaving her with time in the ring and nothing to do with it. She could neither relax nor expend the building tension in her body as anticipation for the match grew, forced to just wait and let her opponent, or in this case opponents, make their own entrance. She's always left with a feeling of dissatisfied impatience with no outlet. Moreover, having been given the match somewhat suddenly, Wyvern hasn't had the time to research her opponents as thoroughly as she otherwise might have liked. While that was a potential danger, particularly in a match such as this one, it wouldn't change her strategy: fight carefully, control the flow of the fight, and test for a weak point. Multiple opponents made that harder, but certainly not impossible.

As her opponents begin their entrance, Wyvern glares up at them from her seated position. Slowly, she works her way across both hands, cracking each knuckle individually. Seeing their joint entrance and coordinated outfits, she quickly surmises that the two aren't just a random pairing. She could expect coordination from them, and that made her job a thousand times harder. But a victory would also be a thousand times sweeter as a result. And that was a bet she was more than willing to take. Having affirmed her resolution, Wyvern stands and moves to the center of the ring, folding her arms as she waits out the rest of the arrival. Her cheeks flush red at the obvious flirtations directed her way, but she manages to keep her composure beyond that. This type of omnidirectional lechery is easier for her to deal with than more direct interactions.

When Lucy mimics Wyvern's earlier gesture, however, other concerns flee from her mind in the face of an overwhelming blaze of anger. Regardless of her mixed feelings on the motion, it was hers, and the sight of another using it ignites rage far beyond what she would have expected. Almost nothing shows on her face; only a slight twitch of the lips and narrowing of the eyes betray that the taunt had any effect. Instead of letting herself get pulled into to a more reckless course of action, however, she forces herself to remain in control and simply assumes her fighting stance when the bell rings, making a "come at me" gesture towards her opponents.