Standard Match: Oscar Orelash vs Spectre — Princes and Ninjas

[Monsy]

Eventually, Spectre would get to the ropes. She grabbed the middle one, used that to stand on her knees. She curled over, wrinkled her eyelids with discomfort, then flipped her hair back. A spray of sweat came off the matted tresses. She exhaled sharply, then in, softly, then took a stance. Her exhausted frame carried over to the corner. Her eyelids felt heavier, her joints twenty years older and her muscles thinner.

She got to the corner, leaned her chest into it and looped her triceps over the top rope as a form of armrest. She was just tall enough to make it work. Then she began her scheme. Undoing the turnbuckle. The knot was slippery in her wet fingers and her focus was drenched in mud. But she got it after a short while. The whole leather pad slipped down and the referee came over, saw it and yelled.

“Hey! No altering the ring! Move aside.” The referee shoved on Spectre’s shoulder, then moved in to cover the corner, beginning to re-tie it all. Spectre’s back went across the ropes, having turned, now facing the rising Oscar.

Her upper-lip pulled up. She leaned off the ropes, stumbled two steps, then tiredly carried herself over to him, hoping to grab him by the bunches of red hair. And if that worked, she could control his rise, point his head at the referee and ram him into the official’s back!

[MappleMan7]

Aa Oscar struggled to get back onto his feet, he heard the referee yell something about altering the ring. Oscar was confused at first and wondered what the ref was talking about- but didn't have long to think before Spectre grabbed him by the hair and yanked him into the ref head first! Oscar yelped at his hair being pulled and gasped as he collided with the poor ring official- both falling to the canvas where Oscar tried to check on the ref as he was more concerned about the officials safety than his own for the moment.

[Monsy]

When Oscar collided with the referee, Spectre’s shoulder went into the ropes. She ended up leaning forward, watching them as Oscar and the official sprawled. Oscar’s concern was concern away from her opponent. And the referee was grabbing her back, arcing, eyes scrunched and teeth clenched. The perfect opportunity. Spectre’s cat-eyes glittered with opportunistic sensors.

She weaved between the bottom and middle rope and landed feet-first on the outside. Then she walked over to the timekeeper’s desk. The cast-iron bell on-top near their elbow. Spectre grabbed it. The timekeeper tried to stop it, but it was too late. They leaned into the desk to extended their reach, but Spectre was faster and was already heading up the steel steps.

The timekeeper stood, then pointed angrily, “Somebody enforce the dang rules!”

Of course, the referee was too busy dealing with a headbutted spine. The crowd was itching and anxious with eyes unable to turn away as Spectre climbed the corner turnbuckles rather fluently with a step-up then hop.

Now she was standing with a long shadow over the ring, high, above the referee and Oscar himself. A cast iron bell in-hand, now raised over her head and poised to strike. The audience was united in their concern, with a front-row brunette, tall, Japanese and with a white shirt, cupped her mouth with her hands and shouted at the top of her lungs

“Watch out, Oscar!!”

As Spectre leaped from the corner closest to them, swinging the cast iron bell down like an executioner’s axe!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar was trying to check on the ref, who looked really out of it after that impact to the spine, before he heard someone in the audience scream out a warning. Alas, Oscar was too slow to respond and would be dealt a nasty blow to his head- a loud DING!! Echoing through the ring as Spectre rocked his skull with the bell of all things! Oscar clutched his head and screamed in pain- rolling onto his side as his eyes shut tight and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he was overcome with pain!!

[Monsy]

Spectre rolled through after landing on her feet, stopping at a knee. Looking behind her, she squinted at what she saw. Perfect.

She tossed the bell away. It slid beneath the bottom rope and fell over the apron, hitting the ground. Then she stood, then stalked him as he rolled on the ground, circling coming to his backside. When she moved in, she grabbed the wrists that was nursing his head and began to bend them back.

Her foot angled to press on his shoulder, hoping to turn him onto his stomach, wrists still in her clutches. Then she aligned herself to put one foot between his legs, becoming parallel and with the right angle to lean back. She did this three times, rocking, breathe in--breathe out, then, with the boot up by his nape, she stomped! --

!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar squirmed in Spectre's grasp as she started peeling him off the canvas, managing to open one eye as he tried to figure out what was going on. Spectre placed her boot on the back of his neck and everything clicked in his head- but it was too late to react. A loud BANG echoed through the arena as Spectre viciously stomped Oscar's head into the canvas- a move that left Oscar appearing limp and lifeless on the canvas...

[Monsy]

After stomping Oscar, Spectre let her foot stay where it was for a few seconds. She breathed deeply and tiredly. She was slouching and squinting her eyes in the face of sweat droplets on her eyelashes. The referee behind them continued a slow recoup--something Spectre was happy to expedite as she walked over, grabbed them by the hair and dragged them across the ring on all fours before throwing them face-first into the mat. They groaned, shook their head and steadily rose to all fours again.

By then, Spectre grabbed one of Oscar’s wrists, pulled it back and dragged it so he'd turn over onto his back. When done, she planted her foot on the centre of his chest and then waited for the pained referee to start the count.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar was motionless as he was turned over onto his back, Spectre planting a foot on his chest to start the count.

"ONE!!'

"TWO!!'

"THRE-"

Oscar suddenly buckled his body at the 2.8 count, barely breaking the pin as he rolled onto his side. The defiant action earned a deafening cheer from fans in the audience as Oscar STILL refused to stay down!

[Monsy]

In reflex to that cheer, Spectre's hands went over her already covered sensitive ears, pushed against it and hissed.

"Uggghhh--" It fucking hurt. The noise left her head with a lasting ring and headache. A motion-sickness that made her nose curl, forehead crease and laugh-lines push up.

"I've had..." Her breath was short with a beaten body. She bent over and grabbed him by his hair with two hands, prompting referee admonishment. She ignored it, obviously, to tug him back up as best she could. "Enough of this shit. Time I fucking ended you. Like I should've done sooner."

She worked herself into a run with burning thighs, flung off the ropes and rebounded on his backside. She jumped, put her boots together and dropkicked him between the shoulder-blades, pointed towards the corner!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar was painfully hauled to his feet- his legs looking like they were going to give out at any moment as he tried to balance himself. Alas, Spectre would use this moment to slip behind the Barbarian Prince and drop kick him in his shoulder blades- causing him to stumble forward and collide with the ring post chest first. Oscar clutched his struck arm and used his free arm to support himself against the turnbuckle- struggling to stand upright as he showed his back to Spectre...