Two Against a Powerhouse: Annie Clark Vs. Vorona & Winter Songbird

[Epicsnivy]

Annie was on her side, grimacing as her face was in pain, and she could not move any more due to her hands being locked in handcuffs, she felt like she was absolutely useless right now, she could not do anything.

Especially as Vorona began to pull her up. Annie could only do one thing.

“YOU FREAKING CHEATING PIECE OF MANURE!” Annie screamed before she was stuffed under Vorona’s armpit.

And she was hit with the Masterstroke, and she was laid out, seemingly knocked out from the impact of Vorona’s finishing hold.

[Monsy]

When Vorona planted the Lightweight Champion, Winter applauded with sparkles in her eye.

Her sun was just so great. She wanted to cry, express things she didn’t know the words for and then squeeze. Vorona was about to become a legend around here and it was about time!

"Pitiful. Here I thought a champion could last more than ten little seconds."

So with Annie planted, Vorona laid across Annie’s chest. Her smile was incredibly smug. Cackles broke between her black lips. She wanted to erupt with laughter, but settled with just showing her teeth in a fatter, more self-absorbed grin. Winter laid on the opposite side of Annie, her chin supported in her postured hands. Her feet idly kicked.

When Vorona hooked Annie’s far leg as tightly it could stretch, she also thrust her hand against Annie’s face, shoving it down so it HAD to look at Winter’s smile. Winter smiled at her, wagging her fingers…

“Too bad… You’s lose.”

And the count started, much to the growls and boo’s of everyone around. In the crowd, on the commentary desk and those through TV. All of them glared at what they saw.

“ONE!”

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It looked like for anyone that Annie was done, she was implanted into the mat, her body looking lifeless as Vorona hooked her leg into the air and pinned her, the fans thought for sure the Lightweight champ was ended in record time.

TWO!

But then, just right before the referee’s count would hit three, Annie somehow managed to kick out, as she somehow managed to spring back to life.

She looked at Vorona with sheer rage on the Missouri girl’s face. “I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Annie screamed, incensed at what Vorona and Winter had just tried to pull off as the crowd loudly cheered.

[Monsy]

When it came to dear little Annie, they both assumed she was finished. Winter was going to believe it, even after a simple suplex -- because Vorona believed it. Her smile, the eyes. The ideas formulated behind such a dark and sinister eye made her heart pitter-patter, picturing when the lens came off to see the blue underneath. Nikki.

The bubble popped when Annie thrust to life, tossing Vorona off. She rolled twice, stopping. Vorona scooted back on her butt, gasping for a second after the yell, feeling her chest bounce for the roof. "EEEEEKKK!" Winter scrambled to get behind Vorona, placed her hands on Vorona’s shoulders and rose with her. They both stood. Winter's forehead peaked above Vorona's shoulder, then her eyes. The rest of her was tucked behind her sun.

The crowd was salivating. Edges of their seats, ready to burst into chant once they got their act together. Annie was alive. That's all the crowd wanted.

“Hm…” But after a moment of life-fearing panic rinsed through her system, Vorona noted one key fact that made her smirk again. Wider than before. Ear-to-ear. She chuckled quietly, slowly building in volume. An arm folded underneath one of her elbows. The hand propped up to cup the cheek.

“And how do you plan to do that, little one? With what strength could you possibly powerbomb someone with? Muscle buster? After my Masterstroke, I doubt you could even muster a little… little… punch.” Winter looked up, saw Vorona’s face, then decided to match it. “You’re nots destroying anything, you bigs loser fuck!”

Vorona’s head turned, squinted. Winter pointed at Annie’s hands. “You’re still cuffed! Hah!”

And to that, Vorona’s amusement doubled. “Yes.” Then she approached, for some reason, feeling her body hollow out as she did. It was like she was approaching a lion. A lion she was standing over.

“There’s no way she can escape those. She’s…” Vorona rolled her eyes, stressing the next word as dramatically as possible. “helpless.”

Winter grinned, then started to prance around the ring by the ropes, clapping her hands above her head then pointing at Annie, attempting to rally the crowd to the opposite effect. They boo’d the living fuck out of the pair. “Laughs at the champ! Come on! Help-less champ! Help-less champ!”

It just didn’t take the glitter from her spirits.

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Hearing these two buttholes just talk smack at Annie looking at her as she was on her knees, her hands cuffed still as she was slammed down to the mat, as she looked at both Vorona and Winter.

She was going to do something that shocked them and shocked the audience.

Annie started pulling apart at the cuffs, until eventually they started to break, until eventually.

BAM!

The cuffs completely broke, and Annie was free as the crowd cheered and she stood up and stared at both Vorona and Winter, letting them both know that they were going to pay.

[Monsy]

Fufufufu~

Did the crowd join along? No--Of course not. Just the beats of Winter’s good mood played up her dead chant into a pixie’s rhythm. Vorona was close to calling it entertaining. So… perfectly annoying that she wanted to squeeze her silent. But it was exactly what they needed to break Annie. Because yes, right now, she was a helpless Champion. There was nothing that skill or willpower could change.

So Vorona smiled, bent over to look at her prey directly, then mused with a finger on her bottom lip. “How many more moves do you think it’ll take to finish you in this state? One? Two? A pinfall is three counts, so maybe the third move will be paired with--”

Metal that bent. She HEARD it. The creak and struggle of the failing structure. Her eyes widened, looked to the side, seeing Annie’s arms bulge with strength and solidity. The shaking and gradual progression of cuffed wrists spreading from each other. Further and further… “Stop that!” She shouted, shoving on Annie’s head and then raising her boot to kick but…

It snapped.

The shock in Voron’s soul completely shut off her knees, turned her thighs to jelly and feet to cement. She fell on her butt, then scooted back once before finding her sweaty palms glued to the canvas. Winter stopped, hands above her head, mid-clap, frozen with her shins locked in place and feeling her chest empty into a cavern. “H-Hah-H-Heeekkk..” Winter noised, in a quiet, 'Oh-shit-oh-fuck Oh-fuck-oh-shit' kind of way.

“You can't p-possibly.” Vorona’s eyes were big. Really big. “H-How c-can you be that strong?! For s-ssomeone as RAT-SIZED as you. As stupid! T-That’s inhuman! It’s monstrous! It’s… It’s…” What? Is... What?

Gosh, she was choking on how to intimidate. Just backing up while sitting on her butt.

Scoot.
Scoot.

A hand in front of her, palm-open, shielding against Annie’s rise.

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Annie was mad, not just mad but pissed off. She broke the cuffs that both Winter and Vorona put on her, and now they were about to feel the anger of an extremely not happy Lightweight Champion, she was going to make them both feel it.

Annie would then walk right up to Winter, before attempting to give her a hard punch right into her midsection.

“Not so vocal anymore partner.” Annie would say before grabbing Winter by the shoulders, and then attempting to biel throw her right into Vorona.

This was only just the beginning.

[Monsy]

“Umm! Umm!”

Winter had a look about her. One that wordlessly shouted, ‘WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!’ At a Vorona who looked petrified on her butt, leaning back on her hands, knees folded up. Then Winter went flying into her.

“Agh!”
“Waagh!”

And both flattened onto the mat. Winter’s fall was mostly broken by Vorona being a soft target, who groaned as Winter laid idly on-top. Vorona shoved her, scrambled and flopped on the mat, then snapped. “You’re troubling my plans, Winter! Why didn’t you choose stronger cuffs??”

Winter scooted back on her knees, sitting on her calves, hands up, panicked.

“Um!... Sorries! Here, quick--” And she went to lift Vorona’s back off the ground, who came up slowly. Both of them were completely exposed.

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While both of her opponents were getting up, Annie was approaching them with a foreboding presence. It was up to her whoever she wanted to attack first, and make the two pay for what they tried to do to her.

Annie would grab Winter by the shoulders, before giving her a knee strike right in her gut. If that worked, she would then put Winter’s head in between her thighs, before putting her on her shoulders and dropping her with a Powerbomb.

All while staring down Vorona, daring her to do something to save her partner.

[Monsy]

When aided, Vorona was initially about to praise Winter. Good on you for knowing your duty in the face off dang--

“Off me now!” Vorona shouted angrily. Her glare came a moment before catching a glimpse of the approaching Champion. Her soul felt a pinch. Her heart stopped, then ached, letting it whisper to Vorona that she better buckle the fuck up, because its about to race.

She shoved Winter between herself and Annie, scooted back on her heels to get away, quickly. Winter for her part, immediately raised her hands, solely focused on her task that she hadn’t the balance for a push on the flank. She landed on all fours in front of Annie, then stood up.

“H-Hehe… Heee… Hi.” She smiled big. And then, “PAUGHH!” Into the belly it went. The unnatural strength had its way of shuffling the inner anatomy of a human like a spotify auto-playlist. She doubled over, came off her feet, then landed back on her soles. Her bones didn’t like that landing. Her knees suddenly felt like they disappeared. She was going to collapse, wheeze and probably cry softly as the excruciating feeling was like someone hitting you -- and instead of the pain fading into a bruise, it just grows and makes her feel more dizzy and more blegghhhhh…

“One one thousands… Two one thousands…” Pain is a hump, dear. Get over that hill.

Then when it came to the Powerbomb. Vorona turned her head. BAM.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!”

Winter’s limbs spread in all four directions. Her head was looking up, then she coughed. Her last biiiiig breath before she struggled to get another. Downed, and for how long was of great concern to Vorona, who now stood up, trying to make herself tall, but a shake was occupying her left arm.

She threw it in front of herself as a grand gesture, fingers flexed, palm pointed at the floor and the arm itself aimed at Winter’s fresh corpse. “On your feet. Now.”

Zilch.

Vorona stepped back.

“On… your feet. Get this loser champion! W-Winter…”