Match Type: Standard Match, No Holds Barred
Rules: Victory is obtained via pinfall, submission, or KO, there are no limits on the lengths the opponents may go to to obtain victory.
Gil was very much not a hardcore wrestler, one little glance at her would tell you that much, but she was never one to shy away from a chance like this, giving a girl her debut was certainly an honor, it was a match he opponent would remember forever! And beyond that, she was never going to back down from a challenge...! Spoiler
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Gil was first up to take to the ring, doing what she always did, making her opponent wait nearly the entire length of her entrance song, as she took all the time in the world to stop for fanfare, pictures and hugs, blowing kisses, but the ramp was only so long, and the ring was soon in front of her!
She rolled under the ropes and stood straight up twirling in a circle before finally settling into her own corner, left to wait for her opponent, which come to think of it, she wasn't entirely sure what the woman looked like...!
The light was sucked from the arena into a dark winter evening. Wind howled and reached a whistle. A candle from amidst the stage penetrated these shadows, and the person wielding it was purple, pink and silk-white. She had a crown of feathers, and wore satin, with an eye mask covering little more than X’s. Her smile was pure, and she swayed, humming in a way that carried throughout the arena rows like a rolling tide. Then, there’s a finger snap. The candle suddenly goes out and the girl disappears. The Instrumental begins to strut and build, and goes on until hitting its first strong notes and drum. A grey spotlight casts onto stage, and there stood an opulent woman, with a fur coat, and a hair of ash and coal. Her eyes are black with a red X in the middle. Her hairs are irregular, with one side coming down like a blade and the other kept proper and didn’t stretch far. She seemed dejected at first. Her jeweled coat cloak hid all body language than her tall posture. Neither did she blink much, and those eyes were at quarter mast, nearly closed. Song
Winter Cameo
Then when they opened, they looked straight at the light source, and pulled a black umbrella from her confines, and activated it. Black feathers started raining down on her, spinning and fluttering, flipping off into the crowd or sliding off her black umbrella. She walked down the ramp and spun the device, eyes fixed forward, no matter where she was level with. She took the steps, closed the umbrella and entered the ring normally, without fuss or fan fare. The official stared, and Vorona nudged to her shoulder, prompting them over to come take her coat, fold it over their arm, pat it neatly and hand it off to someone ringside. Then when the referee turned back, Vorona grabbed them by the shirt, and fixed the collar to be symmetrical before letting them go.
And just what was her attire? A waist-exposing leotard in shades of black. Her stomach was entirely exposed under translucent latex, along with her bust window. She had thigh-high lace-up boots and fishnets connecting the boot to the leotard. She was built slender with arm sleeves, black nails and glistening lipstick, a stomach tattoo and an eye mask that matched her hair. Vorona
Believe it or not, she was the shorter one here.
But she didn’t change her glance to acknowledge it, but simply say, “Hello, little one. Call me Vorona. Miss Vorona, if you will.”
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Gil watched in silence the entire time, but on the inside, she couldn't help but feel a slight bit nervous! The entrance was flashy, Gil's was rather straight-forward, she made sure it was used to interact with her fans, meanwhile Vorona, she was setting a tone for the match ahead...
Gil couldn't help but feel as though she was stuck in some sort of horror film, when the lights went dark, she was certain they would come back on and her foe would be standing right in-front of her, but thankfully, that wasn't the case...!
Gil watched on as her gorgeous foe entered the ring, taking a step forward to greet her! "...Miss Vorona, it's a pleasure! You can call me Gil...!" Gil pointed a thumb toward herself, her other hand placed onto her hip. "...No title necessary...!" She smirked. "...I'll do my best, I hope you do yours as well, good luck...!" Gil wished to her doe, stepping back a few feet, thought never taking her eyes off of Vorona...! And, before long...
Wasn’t she cute? Taller, but with a stature and dress that resembled more of a kitten cosplay. “Very well, Gil.” Vorona postured her legs close together, preened herself, made herself tall, with one arm going under her bust, palm up so the opposite elbow can rest. That hand went up, fingers flexed over her lower half, with the longest digit reaching just beneath her eye like a soft claw.
The bell rang. Vorona kept herself steady and didn’t make a sign or flare to signal anything aggressive. She was still. Instead, she smiled, staring at Gil through the mask and nodded. “You have more experience in this promotion than I. How about you introduce me with your first move? I’m sure a veteran like you has everything to offer.”
Her chin dipped and that smile grew warmer. One arm went behind her back. The other beckoned them with a black fingernail. “Come to me, little one.”
Voro hardly seemed nervous for her debut, she seemed completely comfortable, like the ring was her natural placement, where she belonged! It was really something to see, she was sure to make a splash with an attitude like that...!
"...That's for sure, I have plenty to offer..." Gil smiled, backing up, patting her backside with her hands with a double clap, leaning against the ropes then shooting forward! She was fast, closing the gap quickly before faking a kick to the head, only to swap it up by spinning on her heel and looking to crash herself ass first against Voro's stomach...!
"...Eat this...!" Gil shouted, loud and proud, confident in her move hitting hard and doing just what she needed it to...!
They had a likeness to Winter in spirit.
Nothing too rough but with something under their skin. It looks like confidence on the surface. She enjoyed that. Its her buy in for the moment, and she wanted to see how deep this runs. And what better to invite them? Encourage them. They were eager to play into it, racing off the ropes like a horse from the gate, honing in with tactics in mind. A fake, then the twist. Like any good book.
However.
Vorona had kept herself patient and unabated, so when Gil went for a rear-end collision into her stomach, she switched her stance so one foot slid behind her other. A lane opened up where they were supposed to hit. A total miss. Then Vorona reached across her upper-back to catch them and slid one foot out and bent the knee, leaning into Gil's trajectory and absorbing it. She dipped her opponent like the ballroom dance move. She even picked up one of Gil's legs just under their knee and brought her face over theirs. "Was it your intention to land in my arms, little one? Surely, you have something better in your arsenal."
Then she lifted them up until they were both standing and gave her a light push to separate. Vorona dragged her boot tip around in a circle and went back behind her heel. She clapped beside her head. One-two. "Again."
Unwavering confidence in her ability, either going right for it or a simple fake-it, it was a pretty good simple trick, it was always a gamble for either side, you either called her bluff or you didn't, but one would have to have pretty sharp reflexes to be able to catch a fake as it was happening.
"...Huh...?" Gil's smiled dropped, she looked stunned, how was that an option? A dodge or a hit, those were the only two possible outcomes, she hadn't really prepared for this...
But, mercy was had on her, she was simply pushed back and told to try again. Her face showed a little more grit and determination now. Voro was already hard to get a read on, she had all the makings of a high-and-mighty type, but she didn't seem nearly as dismissive...
It didn't really matter too much right now, Gil didn't think on it too long, instead opting to try again, second time's a charm...! "...Get... GOAT KICKED...!" Gil shouted her move out like an anime protagonist, quickly charging, only to swiftly transition backwards to plant her hands onto the canvas, kicking her feet out behind her like a horse bucking, trying to stamp her foe in the gut...!
They didn’t look too pleased. But that was alright. Once the smiles drop, then something earnest can rise above it. That’s her usual take on smiles. Always so half-earnest and covering up something. Like a bird she knew. But they were operating on a whole weird plain. Shouting it out. They came in hot and Vorona was right there with her posture steadied and readied. Stalwart. And they shot true. A sole that shotgunned for her softest portions. But her hands formed a guard. One hand absorbed the sole as she slid a foot back and took the momentum on her knees and thighs. The other hand went over the ankle.
“Quiet would do you so well. But if you want to yell so much. Then yell.”
And on cue, Vorona swung her leg and aimed the toes to bash into Gil’s cunt. And if she can drop the goat, then using her grip on Gil’s ankle, she’d transition this into an ankle lock. Face down. Leg up. Nowhere to go. Just how she loved it.
Gil's follow-up plan was a solid one, it took a fair bit of speed to be able to stop her first one seemingly so effortlessly, but ready to rebound like Voro had, that was just not human speed...!
"...How-" Gil managed to utter just barely before... "AH...!" A high-pitched yelp, turned quickly into a pitiful moan as Gil lowered down onto the mat. A foot rammed right where she least would like it to, her resistance was completely squashed with one simple stomp, letting Voro to easily tie her up into an ankle lock!
"...Mah, ahh..." Gil groaned out inaudible nonsense, her focus split between a dirty blow and the submission lock. She reached out crawling for the ropes, knowing how little good that would do here in this match...!
The absence of rules allowed basic logic to win. One shot straight to the jewels, and that’s all anyone needs. And right into Vorona’s ankle lock, where the girl struggled and crawled, much to Vorona’s delight. The aesthetic of pain on their face was a clean brush stroke. “That’s more like it.”
Now comes the better part. The crawling from here was all mercy-driven. She could lean back, backstep and take this to square one at any time. But it was much better to let them crawl, twist her hold the closer they got and keep a delicate eye on where their hand reached.
“Hm~Hm~” A little bird decided to make her entrance once again. A skipping damsel across the stage with her dress and features, down the ramp without an eye to peep where she was going, but knew the space all too well. She went around ringside to the side Gil was trying to reach and leaned on the apron. Her arms crossed on the apron, and she laid her chin down, watching them.
“Does it feel good?” Winter said with closed-eyed glee. And about that time, Vorona switched stance to face the opposite way, then tried stomping between their shoulder blades to pin them down. Then with the ankle and leg, she would slowly curl Gil's limb over her back like a scorpion's tail. And at last, stomp a second time.
