Silencing A Virus: Mary Clairson vs Spectre — Standard Match

[Monsy]

STANDARD MATCH

All standard rules apply
Victory via Pinfall or Submission!

BEGIN!

[Epicsnivy]

”Mary Clairson”

For Mary, this was the biggest spot she had ever been in. She had finally sealed a spot on a massive LAW PPV, We are LAW 7 at the Tokyo Dome. She was going to wrestle in front of so so many people, the nerves were getting to her. But overcoming her fears and nerves was something that wrestling helped her out with. And with her being a fan favorite, and with a career that had so far had its ups and downs, she had to be more ready then ever.

Her opponent on the biggest stage possible was Spectre, a mysterious woman that had been going through her opponents left and right, on a warpath, and was not afraid to avert the rules. Mary knew what she was in for, and knew she had to be as prepared as possible.

Mary had on her customary blue leotard, the one she had worn for every match in LAW. She knew this match was special, and she had to have an exceptional performance tonight. She put on a blue jacket, tailored made for this night for her debut. She then did some stretches before eventually getting a knock on the door, the LAW official was there.

Mary then nodded, before heading out to the ring and to the arena of the Tokyo Dome.

The music played, and blue light shrouded the dome as Mary made it onto the stage. She looked around the massive crowd that had gathered tonight, all loudly cheering her name. Mary then took a deep breath before smiling, and then raising her finger up, as pyro blew out of the stage as the crowd cheering got louder. Mary then walked down the ramp, before walking up the steel steps, and heading underneath the middle rope before heading to her corner and doing a pose to loud cheers.

Mary would then pull off her jacket, revealing her leotard, as she waited for Spectre to make her way down to the ring.

[Monsy]

Tokyo Dome.

Finally, she was getting her hands on it. The largest roofed stadium in Japan. Or, more importantly, LAW’s beating heart. Over the dozen evening meetings with Dot, Spectre talked on and on that if they can win here, either of them, then their visibility would skyrocket. Soon, it won't just be LAW goers and fans that'll be afraid, but all of Japan, then abroad.

“So absolutely no shower slips on this. Alright?”

Said about a month before the show. They reviewed diagrams and smoke machine designs on wheeled bulletin boards and hacked the back-ends of websites to pull data about ticket buyers. Thanks to Dot, they bugged the executive producer’s laptop to get their hands on setup details. Her and Dot went over and practised three combat strategies, lightly sparring in one of their hideouts, then rehearsed the entrance.

THE DAY OF: Mary’s entrance was made and the cameras were set for Spectre and Dot’s script to sweep the show. In their heads, they counted it down. Three, two, one…

Showtime.

“Hey, where did my shot go?”
“A weird skull overlay is in the middle of mine!”
“Mine too! Is this a bug?"

Said the production crew in the back. Then in the crowds, one after another, phones black-screened then flashed a chromed skull with a respirator mask and nuclear, identical to the one glitching onto the Titantron. One spotlight died after the other, perplexing the AV crew in the back and the executive producer that took off her headset. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“We’re… Being hacked.” Someone added.

Sssssssssss…

Smoke machines started to spew a purple panicogenic gas, giving involuntary spikes to nerves and turning the front row into palpitating wussies with palm sweats. The kind that made you look around, then obsessively search for exits and dangers. Night Thrill. As it deployed, a shadow descended on a cable, appearing in-front of the Titantron's giant chrome skull before dropping down. A silhouette rises through the purple smoke wall. Cape, mask, short hair and a sleek leotard of black and purple.

LAW's Malevolent Virus

Her fingers tingle then flinch, hungry to leave their mark. She emerged from the smoke with her hands spread and face-out by her hips, smirking briefly before the glare took over. Boo's batted it back. Purple smog was rolling around her sides. Her arm swipes, clearing a path with the brush of her purple and black cape. She continues down the rampart in slow deliberate stride.

Reference

At ringside, she dips into a crouch then pops off her feet, landing on the ring apron. A hand grabs the top, then she sprints over to the corner, hits one foot on the middle buckle and backflips over the top to land inside the ring, adjacent to the corner. With her back pointed at Mary, Spectre first looks over-shoulder, then turns to point the shoulder.

“Hmm.” She starts, examining Mary up and down, “You're quite the star, Clairson.” After a deep breath, in and out, she continued, "I've looked into everythin' about your matches up until this point. All I have to say is.. Try to last." A small lopsided smile develops. "And give me somethin' to chew on."

[Epicsnivy]

Mary watched as Spectre slowly made her way down the ramp in the Tokyo Dome down to the ring. A little part of her was intimidated by this rather foreboding entrance, though she knew she could not show any sort of intimidation, because that would lead to a sign of weakness for the bluenette, she heard holding stern in the face of a threatening presence.

She watched as Spectre got into the ring and turned around to face her, Mary taking a slow gulp as she heard what Spectre had to say, knowing she would have to come up with a good retort.

“I’m gonna be making you tap out by the end.” Mary assured before doing some stretches, letting Spectre know that she fully intended on winning the match.

[Monsy]

Spectre’s brows lift beneath the mask. “You? Tap me out?” Her head tilts forward.

The crowd loves a good promise, then replied with a cheer. ‘By the end’ she said. How can they not nod, seeing a concise, blunt and clear promise to answer Spectre’s opening remarks? Candy. And after a dozen and a half matches, they ached for this kind of release. To see Spectre’s little fuckin’ hands: Tap the fuck out. To someone like her.

“Then you’ll have to get close to me, little rabbit.” With her big, shy, uneasy eyes. The clicker of a bunny's nose like the shivers that shakes their spine. The hunter's eyes locked with narrow lips. Mary was a serious game. Though, without the bell, Mary was nothing.

Stationary, harmless, vulnerable to all elements and wasting oxygen. A RABBIT, yes.

Spectre approached, casually unclasping her cape and holding it. The referee called both towards the centre. She adds, “Familiar with magic, rabbit? I have an associate who's into the arcane. They tell me, that the core of the art is to make you look here, while..." She tosses the cape up and towards Mary’s face, proclaiming with a shit-eating grin, “They pull a fast one right fuckin’ here!”

As Spectre swings her leg back, then forward, hoping to connect shin bone to Mary’s groin. An index and thumb pointed for an L, held up by her forehead for the hardcams.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary was not going to show any fear to Spectre, she had faced a lot more threatening opponents then Spectre, and knew that her fans would be disappointed if she took the knee and gave up right now after all she had been through.

Then Spectre started talking about magic and Mary just looked at her confused. “You do realize magic isn’t real right?” She said before being covered by Spectre’s cape.

Mary flailed about for a bit before being kicked right in the groin by Spectre’s shin. “AH!” She yelped.

Mary then fell to her knees, holding her lady parts in pain.

[Monsy]

Booooooooooooo

Spectre checked one set of nails after Mary so helplessly dropped to her knees. She reached, grabbed a handful of their hair, then made them tip their head high to look at the virus's eye. She was standing close to Mary, at the end of her knees. The sharp angle to meet her eye only meant to establish one thing: You're small here, Mary.

Then Spectre talked. "One moment, you're the mighty Mary Clairson, standing tall and callin' my tap-out. The next: kneeling." And she was just about to chuckle about that, amused by herself. "I'd call that magic." Then to punctuate, she pulled back her knee and shot it towards Mary's upper belly!

No matter the outcome. The referee had enough, calling for the bell.

DING-DING-DING

[Epicsnivy]

Mary was still on her knees, holding her private parts in pain from that unrelenting knee strike she received from Spectre that was oh so painful, she had never felt an immense single shot of pain in her life.

Then she felt her hair being grabbed by Spectre, and Mary had no idea what her opponent was about to do to her.

“AAH!” Mary squeaked as she was struck with another knee, this time in the upper part of her stomach.

Mary then collapsed, falling onto her back from all the pain.

[Monsy]

The thing about knee-pads. It just didn’t feel the same when it was skin to skin. Feeling your own power. Then the effect it had. Mary: flat on her back. The scream made the crowd wince for a split second. Heesh.

Spectre combed through her hair, donning a lopsided shit-eating smile before casually walking forward, placing her boot on Mary’s chest and attempting a pinfall, two moves in!

[Epicsnivy]

Mary was too much in pain to notice that Spectre had placed her boot on her midsection, initiating a pinfall that she only noticed when she felt the vibrations of the referee’s hand hit the mat.

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2!

“NO!” Mary said before attempting to kick out of the pinfall, letting Spectre know that she would not get taken down that easily.