Blood and Guts: Bad Girl vs. Micaiah Wilson

[BlackAkuma]

*Hardcore Match*
Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO. No time limit, count outs, or disqualifications.

“Uh…Ms. Birken? It’s time for your match. Ms. Birken? Are you okay? You need to get up and-”

”Oh my God, I FUCKING HEAR YOU.”

Bad Girl

Bad Girl currently found herself in the infirmary, laying on one of the examination tables she’d found. She didn’t need to be there, exactly - she wasn’t hurt, she wasn’t suffering some sickness or anything, she wasn’t about to be inspected by the medical staff for clearance. No, the reason she was there was because, last night, she’d gotten piss drunk out on the town, crashed at her apartment at four in the morning, and now she was doomed to nurse the mother-of-all hangovers. It had been raging in her skull all day long, and it didn’t get any better when she came to the arena and had to deal with all this noise, noise, noise. So, before her match started, she found one of the unused infirmary rooms, laid down, and took a nap, hoping the pain would pass over.

And it was. Until this little bitch of a stagehand popped into the room and bothered her.

The migraine came roaring back with a vengeance the moment she opened the door and flooded the room with light, and her outburst conveyed just how she felt about the disturbance.

The stagehand - this little skinny twig of a thing - jumped back at the shriek. She made sure to keep her eyes on the baseball bat, wary as Bad Girl rolled off the bed, picked it up and held it over her shoulder.

For a moment, the two of them stood there, with Bad Girl giving the stagehand her serial killer’s glare and the mouse of a woman looking on like she’d been cornered by a cat. It was a weird, awkward kind of silence, with the blonde peeking out through the darkness of the room, her bloodshot eyes narrowing by the second.

The moment was about to reach an unbearable length, when Bad Girl finally broke it. ”Ohmygod fucking move!” The guppy took the hint and was quick to step aside, moving just in time to avoid Bad Girl knocking her over. She made her way through the backstage area, grumbling every step of the way, and banged her bat against the table of the control panel as she passed, startling the pair of operators on duty. ”I’m going on. Start the music up.”

“But we haven’t gotten back from commercial-”

Bad Girl didn’t stick around long enough for that sentence to finish, keeping on the move and forcing them to start her theme up.

Villain by Alex

She came strutting out down the ramp, dragging her bat along the metal with one hand while she nursed her aching skull with the other. The crowd didn’t know what to make of her - this was far from her first match, but most of the shits in this audience didn’t have the stomach for the sort of matches she’d put on before, so they had little idea who she was. A few of them didn’t seem to care and held out their hands as if they were going to get a high-five. All of them were left disappointed.

It was standard practice for the wrestler to move into the ring now and wait in the corner for her music to fade, but she show just how little she cared about that when she instead made her way around to far side of the squared circle, lifted the skirt, and rooted around underneath the canvas. She started tossing every she could find into the ring while her music faded - chairs, a kendo stick, chains - forcing the referee to back out of the way to avoid all the errant projectiles.

Not the best arsenal she’d ever had in a match, but for a first time impression? It’d have to do.

[PrinceArjuna332]

It had been a long time since Micaiah was in the ring. She didn't have a good record here in LAW and had taken a brief hiatus from wrestling. Still remembered all those nasty losses that she suffered, and she swore that this time, she would make sure that she would emerge victorious. Sure, she still got paid, but the feeling of losses made it hard for her to enjoy any of the earnings that she had gotten from each match.

Micaiah Wilson

Wearing her black wrestling outfit, Micaiah Wilson made her way out, receiving resounding boos from the crowd. She scowled as she flipped the birds to them before she made her way to the ring, where she would be facing someone named Bad Girl in a hardcore match. She scoffed, thinking that someone named Bad Girl was some kind of misplaced cosplay wrestler from some low-end indie venue.

Not that she cared about any of that. Tonight, her opponent would suffer. Micaiah marched down to the ring where she would be facing this Bad Girl. She could see her opponent ready for the fight. Scoffing again, Micaiah entered the ring and her music faded. She stood a distance away from Bad Girl, hands on her hips as she looked at her.

"I hope you know what's coming for you, loser." Micaiah taunted the other woman. "I'm not in any mood to play nice tonight, so hope you're ready to get out of this ring on stretcher..." She looked at the assortment of objects in the ring. She knew that she could pull out whatever it was underneath the ring later, though she could also get creative. Everything in this arena could be a weapon if one was creative enough.

[BlackAkuma]

Bad Girl didn’t pay any real attention to her opponent’s interest, instead choosing to focus on sifting under the ring and bringing out her wares. It wasn’t like it mattered all that much who she was facing, anyway, and she damn sure didn’t need to see their stupid entrance. She’d never much cared for all that stuff - if she had her way, they would just come down to the ring and start swinging.

But no. We had to do all this bullshit with the pomp and the music and blah blah blah. Fucking obnoxious.

It took her a moment to care enough for a look at her opponent, and when she did…well, shit. Bad Girl wouldn’t have cared all that much no matter what she was wearing, but even the small, insignificant part of her that registered such things wasn’t impressed with Micaiah. A trashy looking bitch in a simple fucking outfit, one of these try-hards with their ducking acts. She wasn’t impressed by that kind of shit when she’d seen it in other companies, she sure as hell didn’t care now.

That stance of indifference didn’t change when her opponent started speaking. Bad Girl heard her well enough, sure, but that didn’t stop her from her business of ransacking the ring, throwing a couple more chairs for good measure. It was only when the music finished fading that she finally bothered to look over the ring’s skirt and at the woman she’d be facing this even.

First thoughts? Dirty skank. She looked like she smelled like garbage. There was no way she could ever get a full scent with all the damn popcorn in the air, but if there was ever a bitch that smelled like garbage, it was this bitch. Looking down on her, acting like she’d won this match already. Who the fuck did she think she was? Like she was a champion something. Micaiah, what a stupid goddamn name. She was pretty fucking sure that wasn’t even how you were supposed to spelled that name. Two As? And what was with that get up? Yeah, she wasn’t all that bad looking, decent rack, but come on, it wasn’t like she had some super body to flaunt. Just some has-been, over-the-hill wrestler thinking she can show her breasts and get everything she wanted in the world. Did this cunt think she was hot shit? Did she think she was better than her?

Well, fuck that. Fuck her.

“Um.” The referee looked from Micaiah to Bad Girl outside of the ring, filling in the awkward silence. “Are you going to get in so I can start the match, or-”

”Fucking bitch!”

Bad Girl’s face scrunched up in a deep snee, fists balled into rage and gripped the bat tight. She spat to the side, then rushed in under the bottom rope in a mad scramble. She popped to her feet and charged Micaiah head on, nearly knocking the referee over as she rushed forward.

With an enraged shriek, she went straight to her opponent and swung the bat, aiming right at the woman’s chest with a hellish blow.

[PrinceArjuna332]

When the other woman suddenly charged at her, Micaiah was caught off-guard. Unable to react in time, she was struck in the chest by Bad Girl's bat. "AAGHHHH!!" She cried out in pain, her brow scrunching. She immediately retreated back, clutching her aching chest that was struck by the bat earlier. She looked around her, hoping that she could use something as a weapon against this obviously insane woman.

Micaiah would try to maintain a distance from Bad Girl, shimmying to the side as she kept holding onto her chest that was struck earlier. She was planning to pick up one of the chairs that was thrown in by her opponent earlier, hoping to use it as a weapon against her. Considering that she was still reeling from the blow to her chest, she knew that she was in disadvantage at the moment.

"Y-you... crazy bitch..." She growled.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd winced. The referee winced. The announcers winced.

Literally everyone in the arena winced when Bad Girl’s bat swung into Micaiah’s chest at full force, with the sole exception being Bad Girl herself.

She just laughed. ”Fucking got you!” She sauntered after the aching Micaiah, dragging the bat along the canvas as she closed in with a manic grin. ”Going somewhere, dumbass? Bit off a little more than you could chew, huh?”

She only paused her stride when she saw Micaiah picking up a chair in an effort to defend herself. Smart move. Not as smart as quitting the match would’ve been, but smart. ”Gonna try something with that?” Bad Girl stepped in and pretended to swing the bat at Micaiah’s head, only to back off before the follow through, baiting her for a reaction. ”Go on! Try it! I’m right here, come at me!”

[PrinceArjuna332]

Having picked up the chair, Micaiah was ready to use it on the crazy girl before her. Glaring at Bad Girl, she saw her swinging her bat at her, and she brought the chair up to use it as a shield, but it seemed that Bad Girl was only faking it, much to Micaiah's annoyance. It was clear that she was doing this just to provoke her.

"You're asking for this, bitch!"

Micaiah bellowed as she would try to ram the chair right into Bad Girl's midsection, looking to leave her breathless. If it connected, she would pull the chair back before she attempted to hit her with chair shots to the head.

[BlackAkuma]

Bad Girl broke out laughing when Micaiah wound up blocking an attack that was never coming, getting the chair and hiding behind it like a little lamb. This was the woman they’d picked for her debut? Really? Didn’t they know what they were putting her up against? She ate bitches like this for breakfast.

”Yeah, I am!” Bad Girl flashed her widest, gleaming grin. ”So give it to me!”

Well, Micaiah gave it to her, in the roughest way possible. She was moving for a real strike this time, looking to take her head off with a good swing, when the woman shot her chair out and caught Bad Girl in the stomach, knocking the wind clean out of her. It was her turn to retreat now, and she staggered away while she clutched her stomach, grunting through gritted teeth.

[PrinceArjuna332]

When Micaiah rammed the chair into Bad Girl's midsection, Bad Girl swung her bat at her head. Micaiah only had a fraction of second to react to that, though she only managed to avoid taking the full brunt of the hit, having the bat grazing the side of her head. "NGHH!!" Of course, taking the graze still hurt like a bitch, which enraged her even more.

Seeing that Bad Girl was retreating now, Micaiah wasn't going to let her do that as she would attempt to step in, pursuing her. This time, she would try to target her head, swinging the chair at it, hoping to leave her disoriented with the chair shot to the head.

[BlackAkuma]

Bad Girl was hurting too much to really notice or care that her bat had kinda hit its target, still reeling from the shot to her stomach. That one went deep, cramped up the muscles, but it was pain she could work with. Good fuel. Keep pushing forward.

She shook it off and was about to go back in, when her opponent closed the gap before had the chance, coming at her with a full force swing from the chair that would’ve dropped her flat. Reflexes kicked and she raised her arms, using the bat to deflect - and regretted it straight away.

The two metal objects clashed with a shrill crack, one that left Bad Girl’s ears ringing. Worse yet, the shock forced her to drop the bat, knocking it off to the side and coming close to knocking to knocking her head off with it.

She wasn’t sure how Micaiah took it, and she didn’t much care - all she knew was that she needed to close in on her opponent and do it right now. She ducked low and charged forward, slamming her shoulder into her opponent’s stomach, trying to bring her down with a tackle at short range.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Micaiah grimaced as the steel chair and the bat collided. Her ears were ringing thanks to the sound, but as someone used to hardcore and violent matches, she was used to this. Now that Bad Girl had dropped her bat, Micaiah wanted to hammer the steel chair into her body, but before she could do anything, Bad Girl drove her shoulder into her belly and tackled her down onto the mat.

"UGFFHH!!"

Micaiah's eyes widened as she was taken down by Bad Girl. She lost her grip on the chair that she had been using. Breathless, she was laid out on the mat. Knowing that she was in a dangerous position, she would try to grab Bad Girl's head in her attempt to push her off of her. Showing her annoyance, she would also start punching at her head in order to discourage her from doing anything on her.