No DQ Match: Anything goes. The match is decided by pinfall or submission.
The kind of matches that Miranda once saw as daunting or concerning were now the kind she looked forward to conquering. This was one of the biggest changes of Miranda Tomi's life since she started to wrestle. It still had a little concern in her mind, but after staring down someone like the now Open weight champion Astrid, and almost winning Mira knew she could beat anyone if she stayed focus and put her mind too it. That confidence allowed her to come out for her entrance with more fire than usual, doing dancing upon arrival and blowing a few kisses to the crowd while she made her way down the ramp to enter the ring.
Spoiler
Right now she was coming out first, keeping her from seeing who she was fighting, and she had no prior knowledge of her opponent before this. Another change in her attitude towards that was unlike before Miranda didn't care who it was. She would take her on if she was big or small and she knew that whoever they were they wouldn't be forgetting this match anytime soon.
Miranda Tomi.
No Disqualification.
Hm~Hm~
Let's get started.
Three… Two… One…
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A chrome respirator skull flashed on screen with purple nuclear eyes and decals. It glitched on the screen in different places as the choir’s beat made the eyes glow and spin. Spotlights flickered on and off at the stage, struggling to stay on with flashes. Then they would go high, over the crowds and towards the sky to spot: The Malevolent Virus!
She was descending once again on her cable and hook from the rafters. Standing on it with one foot, the other foot folded against her knee. A hand extended above her head, grabbing the cable. There were crowbars hooked on her belt that carried several pouches. A strap ran diagonally across her chest, midriff and collar. Punch-A-Gun was on her back. She took one of the crowbars from her belt and pointed it like a one-handed shotgun at the spotlight centred on her. “Boom.” Her automated voice went, immediately shutting it off. The crowbar bucked up like simulated recoil, the length sliding in her hand to the opposite end then re-attached to her belt.
At the six-foot mark above the ring, she stepped off the hook and went into free-fall, landing square on the top turnbuckle pad, ankles together, feet pointed out, squatting with a hand placed on the top pad between her legs. Then she stood, casted a shadow over the ring and spun the shoulder-strap around so Punch-A-Gun was in her hands. A black rifle chassis with purple detailing and lettering that spelled its name “Punch-A-Gun” on the body. It had a tunable dial that managed firing modes from Semi-Auto, Auto, then a smiley face, as well as adjustable stock and another dial that adjusted punch-length. The barrel was custom and at the end was a purple boxing glove filled with steel and fixed by a rod that ran into the chassis with an air canister acting like its magazine.
She pulled the trigger and revved it. The boxing glove extended from the gun and went back in rapid succession like a jammer. It made a violent sound of air and metal parts as the motor came to life and Spectre leaned back with it, pointing the gun upwards in a fluent showing-off gesture. Then she took it off, let her hand fall to her side then dropped it. The gun’s strap hooked on the post so the gun dangled. She equipped her crowbars and jumped into the ring, rising with them at her side.
Then she paced in her corner between the adjacent ropes, turning around sharply and continuing to pace, eyes focused.
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The strange music that started to play made Mira stop what she was doing and pay attention, noticing the crowd looking up and following them to see her opponent descending down to meet them. Mira was surprised at the sight of her and the tools around her belt, she clearly came prepared for the type of match and what it meant, even if it was a little unsettling to think about why she would need that many weapons. Once she was close enough she detached from the cable and landed on the corner, and pulled out the strange gun-like weapon she had in her hand, to shoot off in the air. Was she showing off what she was going to do? She would need more than that Punch-A- Gun to scare Mira, or beat her. Once she was in the corner, Mira tried to make some kind of small talk.
"Hi." Miranda said, waving at the strange Spectre. She wasn't sure what response she'd get, it was only to try and start off nice since she refused to be directly hostile to anyone just because they looked dangerous or creepy. Still she was giving Miranda all the wrong kind of signals and she felt herself on edge wondering if she was dealing with a devil.
Spectre rolled her eyes like a diva, then stared at Miranda as if she said absolutely nothing at all, pacing in her corner, switching direction, pacing again. Eyes fixed forward. The kind of small talk wrestlers made wasn’t her fancy. Far as Spectre was concerned, she was talking to a walking inanimate heavy bag that needed a few crowbar smacks. Now, with the referee between them, it was a good time to finally get to that point.
DING… DING-DING
And let the match begin. The crowd festered. A contained pop filled the soundscape as excited and worried eyes peered at the ring. Commentary ambience marked the match’s start as they commenced circling, welcoming everyone to tonight’s big attraction between two juggernauts of the Lightweight Industry. Spectre’s posture was tall ( as tall as 5’1” can make her seem ) and straight, crowbars held at her side pointing where her body led. Her head turned, aligned with her facing shoulder.
“Remember, ladies and gentlemen, this is a No Disqualifications match. Those crowbars, along with any and all weapons, are legal here tonight. And it looks like Spectre is looking to take full advantage with Miranda's hell planned in those eyes. But don’t place your bets too early. Miranda Tomi has made huge waves already with her experience dealing with stacked odds before. Last year, she faced future Openweight Champion Astrid Arvidsson on the road to apex and-- wait wait--”
Spectre advanced directly for Miranda. She wound the crowbars across her chest, then advanced in a lunge, switching which way she faced and working up into a spin. In two lunges, she attempted to close the distance. Spectre jumped on the third. Her body twisted on a crooked angle, with her back to her opponent, but coming around quickly. The crowbars were lined up like spinning close-knitted saw blades.
“--Spectre going straight for it!”
Then attempted to strike down at Miranda across the cheek with TWO consecutive crowbar strikes.
Miranda saw the girl's eyes roll in what felt almost exaggerated, she really wasn't interested in having a chat with her. Miranda decided to not try and continue if she wasn't going to listen, no one needed to talk to her and she could make her angrier. The fact that she wasn't chatty made those weapons around her more concerning, and she quickly knew that they would be a problem when she suddenly reached back to grab one and tried swinging it the moment she was allowed to.
Mira stepped back, trying to stay out of the way of the big crowbar even when Spectre jumped and spun around, using the weapons almost like swords as she tried to come down and hit Miranda in the face. The dancer's speed saved her from getting her skull rocked as she jumped back until she hit the ropes and bounced forward, she tried to run past her and get to the other side of the ropes in a slight panic at how quickly she tried to smack her with the crowbar and grabbed the robes to try and keep herself from running back to her.
Spectre bludgeoned the dead air. An awe came from the crowd, no doubt worried in the split-second move. She landed gracefully, hunched, then straightened up to reset her posture.
Her stance bladed as Miranda ran by, quick as a gazelle. But Spectre wagered she could be faster. So right as Miranda raced by, Spectre reached out with one of her crowbars and attempted to hook the girl’s throat with the end.
If successful, she’d yank back, no doubt supplemented by the dancer’s own incredible eye-grabbing speed. Then as she presumably fell towards the mat for a bump, Spectre stepped in and crouched to one knee, giving Miranda’s spinal cord a good breaker to kick off the party.
Miranda's movements were quick enough that she moved past Spectre thinking she was safe, but just as she was close to the ropes again she felt the hard metal hook around her through and stop her dead in her tracks. Worse because though her head was pulled back her legs tried to run, almost taking her off her feet. "Huuggh!" Miranda gasped before she was pulled back, the crowbar digging into her neck from the yank that left her no room to protest before she was dropped down on Spectre's knee.
"Oaagh!" Mira gasped, hand to her neck while she arched over the knee of Spectre. Trying to reduce the pain spreading across her back as the dancer was put in a humiliating position in front of a clearly dangerous fighter...One who was already establishing that she was ready to do anything to win.
For a strong and fast dancer like Miranda, it would've been awful NOT to humble her outright, and bring her down to Earth over the virus's knee. Spectre let the crowbar go, then grabbed onto Miranda’s throat for a good strangling squeeeeeze where she can see all those little neck muscles cinch and suffer. Who knows, maybe even the pipe they breathe down will make a new sound.
“That lasted about five seconds. Know what comes next?”
Her fist’s knuckles pressed against Miranda’s belly, warming it up with a circular knuckle-massage. Then when she lifts her fist upward, a pink blush begins to form. And then--
BAM! A knuckle-sandwich smacked into Miranda’s belly button, then punched deeper until there wasn't any give. She twisted her wrist, tenderising the meat until--
BAM!! She punched again. BAM!! And again. BAM!! And again. BAM!! There BAM!! Just BAM!! Was BAM!! To be BAM!! No escape…
The crowbar was at her throat still, digging against Miranda's skin hard enough she feared it might cut into it. Then it stopped, maintaining a spot close enough to keep her down without choking her completely. She wanted her still and suffering with the wait. Mira squirmed and struggled to get out of harm's way to no avail, she was still left wide open for Spectre's next move, which she prepped her for by placing her fist on Miranda's belly to prime the perfect spot to punch her. Without another word Spectre pulled her fist back and sent the first of many punches to Miranda's belly.
"Ugggh!" Miranda gasped, feeling the punch dig into her belly, Spectre seemed to be savoring the hit and holding it there to get as much as possible, then pulled her fist again for another punch. "Oogh!" Miranda gasped, the first slamming hard enough to make her body jerk upwards in shock, stopped by the crowbar from going further and digging into her neck more, making her body struggle to resist until the next punches came. "Aaaggh! Ugggh!Ooouugh! AAoogh! UUfff! Ggaaggh! Ooooh! Ouuugh!" Miranda whimpered, feeling those punches keep coming without end, making her head shoot up and feeling the metal crowbar stop her rise,while the fists shredded her abs, tenderizer her tight abs with each punch. Miranda's core strength was her second strongest feature besides her legs, and slowly some bruises were starting to form from Spectre's ab torture that wouldn't stop.
When she anticipated a little fitness, she didn't expect a hard set. It was like smacking that old, stiff mattress with springs on the inside ready to prick the unlucky knuckle. She numbed her hand just as she numbed the centre of Miranda's belly. When she saw the bruise, it became sooooo worth it. The discolouring was like spring. A year, a new set of welts. "You bruise easy." She leaned towards a shoulder to get a better look at Miranda's face.
"Good." She took her elbow and JAMMED it right into the biggest bruise. Then she kept it there, pressing into their gut as hard as Spectre's body allowed, then grinding the joint around into a circle.
