Daughters of the Game (Ionia vs Vanessa Jones)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, KO, or Disqualification
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Ionia

General Appearance

Ring Attire

From the top of one mountain to the bottom of the very last...

The arena would be overtaken by an eerie red lighting as Ionia's

sounded through it. The stage would be enveloped by smoke, the haze through which her face -- and that of her wife -- would emerge in time with the opening lyrics. On it was the frosty, unshaken focus of a veteran who's seen everything in the years she's been in the game. On Lacramioara's, the quietly confident grin of the wise spectator who'd placed a huge bet on a sure thing.

Lacramioara

As always, there were just as many eyes on The Black Queen as there were on the native Romanian beauty hanging on her arm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: Standing at six feet and one inch tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-two pounds, fighting out of Transylvania, Romania...! Accompanied by Lacramioara Albescu, Iiiiiiooniaaaaaaa!"

The two would separate upon reaching the ring. Lacramioara climbing the apron directly while Ionia ascended via the steel stairs and reunited with her in the middle, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her in close. At the same time, Lacramioara would bring hers around the back of Ionia's neck. The two would share a sweet kiss, much to the delight of the crowd. Before descending the stairs to stand at ringside, Lacramioara would first linger to admire the view as her beloved bent through the ropes.

She had plans for that ass tonight.

Ionia entered the ring wearing a smile, but as she stood facing the stage, her game face returned. Tonight would be the first performance of her retirement tour, and she intended to make an impact that would put LAW on notice.

[LawHell]

The haunting melody of "Eye of Chaos" resonates through the arena, setting the stage for the entrance of a formidable force. The lights dim, and the crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch. The announcer's voice reverberates through the speakers in the build.

Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for a descent into darkness, for the arrival of a force to be reckoned with in the world of wrestling. Hailing from the United Kingdom, weighing in at 105 pounds and standing at 5 feet 4 inches—she is The Sadistic Student, Vanessa Jones!"

The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers, boos, and intrigued murmurs as the spotlights flicker, revealing Vanessa at the entrance ramp. Her ominous presence commands attention, and the atmosphere crackles with anticipation.

Announcer: "This young sensation has a voracious appetite for pain and a thirst for dominance. A 10th-degree black belt in judo, with a history rooted in street and backyard wrestling, she has crafted her own path to infamy."

Vanessa begins her slow, calculated walk to the ring, her eyes locked on the squared circle. Some bold fans extend their hands, yearning for a glimpse of the Sadistic Student.

Announcer: "An erotic heel with a penchant for chaos, she weaves a web of agony for anyone brave enough to step into her domain. A student of human biology and anatomy, she's not just a wrestler; she's a master of inflicting pain with scientific precision."

As Vanessa approaches the ring, she selectively acknowledges a few fans, a sinister grin playing on her lips. She poses for quick snapshots, her eyes exuding an unsettling intensity.

Announcer: "Known for her merciless tactics and her unyielding pursuit of strength, she is The Sadistic Student. Her opponents beware, for once she steps into this ring, the line between pain and pleasure blurs, and chaos ensues."

Camera flashes illuminate the darkened arena as Vanessa momentarily transforms from a tormentor to an enigmatic figure, embracing the paradox of adoration and fear. She continues down the ramp, meeting a calculated number of fans, each encounter leaving an indelible impression.

Finally, Vanessa approaches the ring, the crowd watching in a mixture of awe and uncertainty. She ascends the steel steps and enters the ring, her demeanor shifting back to the cold, calculating warrior ready for battle.

Announcer: "Vanessa Jones, The Sadistic Student, has arrived. Get ready for a spectacle of pain and dominance!"

Ring attire

Artwork Credit - calvadosjapan

[DSX93]

Ionia slowly, calmly crossed her arms beneath her chest, standing still and ready as The Sadistic Student emerged from backstage. Her countenance was one of pure focus in the beginning, but as the woman with the microphone made the transition from announcer to hype woman, she couldn't help but crack a smile. Ms. Jones definitely deserved praise. After all, she was woman enough to continue on through matches with a referee that held a clear bias against her -- a woman that Ionia made clear that she wanted kept far away from this match.

Ionia may not have always had the greatest relationship with the fans throughout her career, but one thing they couldn't say was that she took shortcuts in the competition. Nothing was going to taint this as long as she had something to say about it.

Back to the hype woman...She was laying it on thick. Beyond the point of professionalism. What was it here: Was she "influenced" somehow, or was she just a superfan? Not that it really matters, but it was curious, nonetheless.

"Get ready for a spectacle of pain and dominance." Indeed. Pain and dominance was The Coterie's specialty, and as its head, she was especially responsible for showcasing that fact.

How well will the Student do when she's faced with a real test?

The crowd watched with bated breath as the eighteen year veteran stepped forward with confidence, no hesitance shown as she took a chance in extending a hand to the heel. "May the best woman win."

The Black Queen's red eyes wouldn't blink even once as they locked on to her, watching closely for any sudden movements. Her lengthy body was still, but primed and ready.

[LawHell]

Vanessa, with a devilish grin, stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Ionia. Extending her hand, she spoke with a playful yet venomous tone, "Oh, I intend to, love, and make you scream as I do it. So, don't disappoint, okay?" The atmosphere in the arena crackled with the energy of impending combat as the two competitors sized each other up.

Ionia, standing confidently, accepted the challenge. Vanessa, after the handshake, took a calculated step back, positioning herself in her corner. The anticipation in the air was palpable, with both fighters preparing for the upcoming clash. The lights overhead illuminated the scene, casting shadows that danced across the canvas.

Vanessa's strategy was clear – a rapid assault to dismantle her opponent, exploiting every joint until cries for mercy echoed in the ring. She knew Ionia wouldn't be an easy adversary; the tension in her opponent's stance spoke of resilience. Vanessa braced herself, ready to unleash a torrent of calculated moves, fully aware that securing victory meant pushing herself to the limits in this high-stakes encounter. The audience held their breath, eagerly awaiting the bell that would signal the beginning of this intense and highly-anticipated match between Vanessa and Ionia.

[DSX93]

A small, amused smirk formed on the vampire's features. The two were in entirely different ballparks physically. Not that Ionia was taking Vanessa lightly because of it, oh no. That's a mistake to be left to the amateurs.

There wasn't a hint of hesitation in a single one of the Sadistic Students steps, nor her words. She liked that kind of confidence in a Lightweight. A Lightweight submission wrestler, especially.

"Bonne chance, Ms. Jones. My screams are hard won."

The two backed into their respective corners almost in unison. Ionia held a focused stare dead ahead as the referee stepped forward to check in with them. After confirming their readiness, he stepped back and signaled for the bell.

Ionia paced herself coming out, leaving it to Vanessa to start that game of chess if she wanted to bring speed to the forefront.

French to English Translation

"Bonne chance" -- "Good luck"

[LawHell]

Vanessa's grin widened as she locked eyes with Ionia, noticing the unmistakable excitement in the student's gaze as it roamed over her. It was clear that anticipation coursed through both competitors as they awaited the starting bell, the energy in the arena palpable.

As the bell rang out, signaling the beginning of the match, the crowd erupted into cheers, their enthusiasm fueling the intensity of the moment. Vanessa wasted no time, closing the distance between them with purposeful strides, her focus squarely on her opponent.

With a confident swagger, Vanessa raised her hands in a classic gesture, offering a test of strength—a timeless gambit employed at the onset of many matches. It was a strategic move, allowing her to gauge Ionia's power firsthand and gain valuable insights into her opponent's capabilities. Yet, in her eagerness to assess her adversary, Vanessa also left her midsection partially exposed, a calculated risk in the pursuit of victory.

[DSX93]

And forward she came, like the eager upstart she is. Vanessa forewent the "run n' gun" style that Ionia was expecting her to bust out initially, which already had her looking out for something slick. And then The Student raised her hands in that all-familiar preparatory gesture for a test of strength. That had all of the veteran's alarms going off. No way was this going to be an honest, straight-forward effort.

The white-haired vampire floated her own hands towards Vanessa's like she was going to engage in earnest, then brought her foot speeding upwards to fill the hole that was presented to her. A dirty start, and given their difference in size, Ionia was certain that the crowd would be particularly inclined to let her have it. But at the moment, she was more concerned with springing her own trap before Vanessa could spring hers.

Unless this was her trap...

If it wasn't, Ionia would act quickly to secure a side headlock.

[LawHell]

Vanessa moved with a confident grin, observing the vampire as she raised her hands in what appeared to be an earnest attempt to engage. However, it became apparent that they both had similar ideas in mind. As the vampire closed the distance, Vanessa executed her own plan, swiftly dropping to the ring floor and coiling her legs around the vampire's, aiming to trip her and bring her down to the canvas.

If Vanessa successfully executed her maneuver and avoided being trapped in a headlock, she would continue to work her legs around the vampire's, gradually maneuvering into position to trap her in an Indian death lock. With the vampire secured, Vanessa would taunt her adversary while applying pressure to her chin, asserting her dominance in the ring.

[DSX93]

Crafty. Agile. Precise. With the timing and technique to bring her down even though she knew that this was a trap.

The Indian Death Lock wasn't the worst choice, either. Ionia knew from experience that it wasn't the easiest to apply with such a pronounced difference in size, but when you cover the distance quickly enough, get the hands locked in beneath the chin just right, and have the strength for a good pull, the height in particular could become a disadvantage fast.

Ionia brought a tightly held fist down to the mat, gritting her teeth. It was a hell of a lot of stress on the neck and the back, and her face would tell that tale. But as she'd told Vanessa, her screams were hard won. In a perfect world, she wouldn't make a sound at all. But in the world she lived in, it was too much for her vocal cords to handle, forcing some sound to escape via pained grunts.

And then Vanessa made a rookie mistake: One good hold, and out comes the trash talk like her victory was assured. It was her moment.

She took the arm that was closer to her opponent and wrapped it around her neck. Nothing that would get her out of this in their current positioning; she had to turn over. After unballing what was once a fist, she pushed against the mat in the attempt to give herself the momentum she'd need towards Vanessa.

If she were to accomplish this, she'd squeeze hard and shift her upper body to the side, resting a shoulder on the mat. This would be no simple reversal like turning a figure four leg lock around; she'd still be caught in a painful hold, but this positioning would come right back around and turn Vanessa's height against her. Getting Ionia in this thing would require a good arching of her back, and with that reversed headlock, she'd be feeling that same stress on her neck and especially her back.

From there, it would be a matter of who would give first. And Ionia could be one stubborn woman.

[LawHell]

Vanessa grinned, continuing to work the hold, bending back and forth on Ionia, aiming to wear her down quickly. She playfully let out moans, pulling on the hold to try to disrupt Ionia's mindset as she watched the woman clench her fists and heard her grunts. "Aww, does it hurt good? Don't worry, I'll make sure to hurt you all night and earn those screams," she commented, holding the lock tight in place for a moment.

But the price would be paid soon enough as Ionia's arm found itself around Vanessa's throat, and before Vanessa could react, thanks to her ego, it was too late. Vanessa was moved as if she was a toy, the pain quickly building along with panic. She had never really had anyone try to get out of her hold before, and with that, she had not considered the danger until now. Her legs were trapped in Ionia's grip as the woman continued, soon locking in the reverse headlock skillfully, causing Vanessa's arms to weaken. One arm tried to grab onto Ionia's, and the other reached out for the rope, but she could not move. The pain built in her back, neck, and legs, but she had not given up yet; she was not at the will of Ionia. "No no wait!" she would beg in font for the fans as the pain was still building as her body would give a but more with her neck bending more along with her back.