Giulia La Rocca (D) vs Troy Lincoln - Una Guerra Patriottica

[Jaystar]

This all tonight had been far from perfection, and as Giulia ascended the ropes, she would know very deeply that her state was already much weaker than she should have ever allowed it to get in the first place. But while things were far from ideal, there was this feeling in the air that the decisive moments were up. This was going to end very soon in one way or another. And managing to launch herself towards her kneeling opponent from the top ropes was a move that could very well end up being the decider, that would end this in her favor.

Yes, if she missed, if he dodged, if he countered, this could have just as well been the decision to end things to her demise. But the exact state that Troy seemed to be in... She was pretty sure that the odds were now in her favor. He wasn't going to save himself from this.

Truthfully, the Italian ended up being rather surprised even herself over how squarely she hit her target. She landed exactly where she needed to, her thighs smacked dead centered on the Patriot's shoulders, the momentum of her hips ended up sending him falling backwards and their weight pressing him hard against the mat, and her thighs were allowed to clamp tightly and neatly around his head in a perfect figure four... All this despite still reeling from having gotten almost literally crushed into pieces with a bearhug.

But now, this must have been it. Her thighs had only one more thing to do, and that was to end this.

Oh, and a count started very promptly as well. How convenient!

"2...!"

[BlackAkuma]

Three seconds. No time at all. One-twentieth of a minute. Nothing.

That was what it seemed like in most circumstances, at least, but after Giulia came crashing down on her chest, Troy swore it felt like an eternity. The world turned into slow motion. He could see the referee’s hand coming down to slap the mat, then raising for one final strike. He could see his wife freaking out at ringside, almost looking like she might rush in under the bottom rope and take Giulia on. Not that it would make a difference at this point. Not that anything could.

There was nothing to be done. He couldn't muster the strength, her scissorhold was too tight and her weight was too much. All Troy could was lay there and wait for the hammer to fall.

”3…!”

The bell rang shortly after the final count, making it official, as the crowd cheered and voiced their support. The only who didn't who wasn’t cheering was Betsy, as she let out feral roar from ringside. ”This is bullshit! Bullshit!” She slapped the mat and pointed to the ropes. ”You are a biased ref! The little troll doll straight up cheated and you didn’t see a damn thing!”

As much as Troy appreciated his wife’s ‘passion’ he knew it was pointless - the referee’s decision always stood. There was only one thing he wanted to know now: What came next?

[Jaystar]

The count may have been convenient for Giulia now, but truthfully, a lot of things in this match tonight had been far from convenient. The Italian would have loved to debut in a dominant fashion, really give an ominous first impression for all of LAW to witness... But instead, she had ended up in a tough, hard battle, that truthfully could have gone in either direction. Yes, the most important part had been sealed now, she had won, but even with some fun and lavish parts at times during the battle, there had been also lots that had made herself look like a ragdoll as well - far from ideal.

Nevertheless, Giulia wasted no time with releasing Troy from her hold after the three count, and getting back up again to let the referee raise her hand in the air as the winner of the night. It was still very important and satisfying... As was the encouragement and approval she could hear from the crowds as well. At least they had liked what they'd seen, apparently.

With one marked dissonance though. One that Giulia might have hoped to have gone silent along with the conclusion of the match, but instead, it turned out to only get louder and louder.

The Italian herself was unsurprisingly perfectly happy with the referee, but she could hear Betsy's disapproval annoyingly loud. Thus, after having briefly celebrated her victory, it was time to see if she could silence this bitch once and for all. Or at least, make her disappear... "Oh come on, you little Barbie doll!" the Italian began as she made her way towards Betsy by the ringside. "Shut up! I never cheat! I don't have tocheat! Just look at these, if you haven't noticed already!" she then continued, flexing her biceps and slapping her thighs by the ropes, clearly in an attempt at proving a point about her body and capabilities to the moaning blonde. "I could crush your skinny body in half, just like I did already for your man!" she continued, before realizing that she actually had even something more now to rub into the wifey's face. "Whom, by the way, I own now... Ha! I own your man, how does that feel like?!?" her face actually acquiring a gloating smile by the time her final words came out.

[BlackAkuma]

As annoying as it all had been, as much as Troy wanted to find a convenient rock to hide under, as much as he wished he could wipe this entire day out of existence, he felt some relief, just knowing it was all over, and he could deal with these problems momentarily.

His relief lasted all of three seconds.

Sure enough, Betsy came up to throw shade at the Italian, and Giulia was quick to respond, coming back with an appropriate amount of venom. The referee looked back at Troy, urging him to do something, and as much as he wanted to just go home and take the longest shower of his entire life, he knew he had to respond before the fans were treated to an impromptu catfight.

Some of them were already calling for it, too, and they were pissed when Troy moved in between the two women to make sure it didn’t happen. No freebies, today.

”Can you two cool off, just for one second?” He pressed his hand up against Betsy’s chest as she came through the ropes, keeping her at bay. ”I’ve already got a big headache, this isn’t helping.”

Betsy juked from side to side, trying to get around Troy’s frame, pointing her way the whole time. ”Hey, the hobbit wants a peace of me, let her have it!” She made a lunge, only for Troy to pull her back. ”Step up, see what happens! See how pretty that face is with a pair of black eyes!”

[Jaystar]

Giulia might have actually had the delusion at first, that by going to Betsy and making a few distinct points about the perfectly clear and fair outcome, she could actually get the raging blonde to admit her defeat and stop, that she could actually get her to simply leave.

It became soon very obvious just how delusional that thought had been. Although, granted, she had taken up the topic of actually owning his man now. Something, that Giulia had honestly already forgotten for a while. With that notion, it was less of a mystery why she would only get more enraged by the Italian's actions and words.

And honestly, Giulia technically didn't mind. But there was one practical problem though. Even if she was confident that she could have normally handled the blonde wifey and defeat her with ease, she had just battled a tough one against the mountain named Troy, and really wasn't in the best position to start another one now.

Huh, this was a dilemma.

Luckily, Troy wasn't eager to oversee another battle either, starting to separate the two feisty women. Giulia didn't really mind about it at all, if anything it was funny to watch him needing to control his annoying wife. Who clearly wanted to go at it... And actually, Betsy wanting the fight made Giulia wanting more to not give it to her.

Especially, as she had just realized that technically owning Troy now meant that she could try to convolute the situation even further, and put the defeated Patriot into even more of a pickle.

"Yeah, that's good, keep her away from me, that's clearly for her own benefit..." Giulia began in a rather dismissive tone while enjoying the view of Troy pulling her back. "But oh wow, she seems very out of line though.... Maybe you should calm her down a bit more effectively though?" the Italian then continued, her tone becoming gradually a more teasing one, as she was getting closer to the words to which she was already dying to see the married couple's reaction to. "You know, now that I think of it, since I own you now Troy, I think you should take her into a reeally, reeally tight bearhug! That should calm her down!" By now, Giulia's face was already twisted into a very mischievous smile. "Come on! Do it! That's the order of the mistress!"

[BlackAkuma]

Come to think of it, how was this Prisoner Of War thing supposed to work, exactly?

It had been a part of Troy’s contract, but he’d honestly let his agent handle most of that, content to let things work themselves out. Since they’d been hired as a tag team, he figured there was a low chance of being in one of these matches, anyway, so he hadn't spent any time looking into it. Now that he was here and the improbable had proven to be probable, he was full of questions that he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

What was he supposed to do for her? He knew there would be legal ramifications if he didn’t do as she asked, but he also knew there had to be a limit. There had to be.

He was still asking himself these questions as he pulled the two hellcats apart, avoiding an impromptu fight that would’ve left everyone around embarrassed. The crowd hated him for it, but he was far past the point of caring, most interested in just getting this done as soon as possible. Of course, it couldn't ever be that simple.

Troy turned about and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Giulia, balking at her instruction. He thought she was just joking at first, but no - she was dead serious. Eager, even. He looked over to the referee for a second, almost hoping she would have some out for him, but all he got was a sympathetic shrug. He was on his own.

”Crying out loud…” He muttered an apology under his breath, reached out, and wrapped his arms around Betsy for a bearhug, pulling her in tight - just tight enough to be uncomfortable, not seriously hurting her. Even so, it was enough to put her into a conniption fit, wailing and flailing all about.

”Hey, hey! Troy, what’re you doing?!” She winced and pushed hard at his shoulder, trying hard to break his implacable grip. ”Put me down!”

[Jaystar]

Giulia was far from sure of how this would pan out. To be honest, she couldn't even figure our what the odds were. Would her little orders be too much? Would this be out of line? Was Troy getting the "get out of jail" -card? Was the wifey going to be spared from humiliation? Or... Would the defeated Patriot do, or be forced to do, exactly what she was demanding him to? Would she be getting the time of her life with humiliating this blonde bitch - in a way that she even herself would have probably never considered possible?

It started off already very promising. The way that his body language got so defeated, the way his face turned into disbelief, the way the ref girl simply shrugged her shoulders... Oh yes. This was going to happen. Or at least, something was going to happen. But would it be exactly what Giulia was hoping for?

The answer was yes. Yes, yes, YES!!! Troy was being an obedient good boy, ready to do exactly what the Italian had demanded him to... Even at the cost of his own wife's humiliation and misery! And surely even at the risk of some very tough discussions to be had once finally in private again with his spouse...

Giulia couldn't prevent an amazed, stunned, yet still very satisfied look appearing on her face, as Troy picked Betsy up, and squeezed her into the bearhug. And while yes, she could tell that it wasn't the tightest one, it didn't even matter... The pure shock and rage on Betsy's face made this already oh-so-worth it! And especially hearing her voice was becoming much more pleasant now, when her words were no longer defiant taunts, but helpless protests instead.

Now, let's see how far she could actually take this.

Walking over to the married couple, it was time for Giulia to lay down the law on Troy... And more importantly to Betsy. "Good, that's good, Troy... I'm proud of you. You've really put her in her place..." the Italian began giving some satisfied praise for the defeated Patriot, before giving some further instructions, obviously with his wife in mind. "Now, how we're going to do this is... We're gonna do exactly the opposite that this little bitch keeps yappin, OK?" she began before stopping a little to take in the couple's expressions. "So, now that she's yelling "Put me down!", we're going to ram her back-first into the turnbuckle, OK? Understood?"

Giulia had probably never before sounded more like a kindergarten teacher than she had just done.