It was a little under an hour before the matches of tonight would start and as it would happen Trinette had a match lined up tonight. Though she wasn't sure who she was slated to face off against, they had been surprisingly hush hush about that specific detail. However, Trinette knew that this was fairly common, especially when LAW wanted to do some shocking kind of reveal. What she hadn't expected though was as she was finishing up getting situated and having just started to don her attire, she heard the jingle of her phone.
Reading over the message she received, Trinette would tilt her head a bit. Supposedly there was going to be a fan meet before the match. Trinette didn't mind it but it was a bit short on time, though perhaps she wasn't first up tonight? Trinette shrugged her shoulders, finished putting on her attire. Spoiler
Trinette would head out of her locker room and make her way to the designated area she had been informed about in the text message. Upon arriving at the area, the time was probably around 18:20-25ish if she would guess. She didn't bring her phone with her since there weren't a lot of places for her to store it in her attire. She'd look around for a bit, as her gaze soon met with a woman who seemed to be the one organizing what was going on. Considering she could see a rather sizable group of people a bit further away that seemed to carry signs and merchandise of the Paladin herself.
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“Over here, my Triniteers! Attend and you’ll get free tickets, graham crackers and a chance to meet bully-blue herself!”
ushered the stragglers at the back of the group, then pointing to another bozo with popcorn. “You! Do you like heroines being absolutely obliterated?!” The bozo looked, put a finger to their chest, and looked right and right, saying meekly, “m-me?” Before Katja stomped forward, grabbing his arm. “Yes, you! You look like a terrorist sympathizer! Come with me!” She went behind the guy, shoving him. He didn’t resist.
The front of the group was hosted by a masked scion.
, dressed in a long-sleeved dress shirt and dress pants in blue, white and gold trim. Like a casual transformation of the Paladin’s wrestling attire. Her shirt had a graphic of Trinette’s chibi face on the centre! And then—
“Look who it is!” Dot shouted, waving with one hand. A clipboard in the other. Her LED lit up with a beaming grin, coming forward with a hurried shoulder turn left and right to navigate the crowd that lit up with joy. The crowd came forward, first 3 feet, then two, then a little uncomfortably close with phrases, praises, questions and requests with their merch. Dot came between them. “Don’t you heroine addicts know how to make a line? Hup-two! Three! Four!” She marched on the spot to the beat, occupying their attention and making a section reflect and find their senses. One fan needed to wipe a tear, shivering in their arms from giddiness (or caffeine, to Dot’s estimation). She turned around, looked at the clipboard and said… “Well. You weren’t expected for another two minutes, but this works. Happy to finally meet the pompous stomper of all things villainous and tomato-flavoured.” Dot went for a handshake. Meanwhile--
“Hup-two! Hup-two!” Katja was shouting to make commotion in people’s proximity, giving them shoves so they didn’t block the key doorway.
Under Dot’s clipboard was a modified black and purple wristwatch, sleek in design and light as a penny. She grabbed it, then let the strap hang over her index while the rest hid behind the angle of her hand, showing it half-passionately. “Clearance bracelet. There are a few of yous runnin’ around tonight, so this’ll show the crew you’re the real deal.” Then without much acknowledged permission, she reached for Trinette’s wrist and attempted to put it on as naturally as possible.
If it cinched, then the watch’s tiny screen would light up with a Spectre symbol underneath failing lights that cued for this exact moment.
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Trinette would tilt her head a bit to the side as she would look on at the situation. She wasn't really sure what to make of it, what she could say was that she hadn't really attended many fan meets, so she didn't have enough experience with this to know if it was going in the usual manner. Trinette would hear someone shout out which got her attention, if that hadn't then the mask? would. She would wait for the woman to approach her as she waded her way through the crowd, before she then marched in place and organized the crowd into a line.
"Ah, sorry for being early I suppose?" Trinette spoke out , "Happy to meet you as well." Trinette's thoughts drifted a bit as she thought about the masked organizer's words. Did she call her pompous? Or the villains she was stomping pompous...also tomato flavoured? It was somewhat lost on her and it made her reach forward for the handshake more so out of instinct than being actively there.
As she was presented with the bracelet, Trinette would snap out of her thoughts and look at the masked woman. " Understood." She had no reason to be on her guard at the moment, and besides she had just been snapped out of trying to discern the meaning behind her words, it had dawned on her rather quickly that it was probably to do with the hair colour of some of the villainous individuals she had been up against in LAW so far, and that quite a few of them were redheads, it wasn't something she had put much thought towards until now. "Strange..." She would let out to herself under her breath, as Dot put on the modified wristwatch on her.
She'd turn her wrist to look at it, only to see that it wasn't a normal clearance bracelet but a wristwatch with an LED screen! Not only that a symbol of a skull appeared and for some reason it gave Trinette a bad feeling... "What's with this skull?" She'd ask as she looked over at Dot with a raised right eyebrow.
As Trinette asked her laaaast question in the bundle, Dot cupped the Paladin’s chin, guided it to eye level then raised an index in front of her visor, shushing Trin with a corresponding emoticon. Then, quickly transitioning into wrapping an arm around their shoulder, pointing to a monitor hung on the wall playing the live show.
A formally-dressed announcer was at the centre of the ring, holding the mic with a calm hand, speaking with fire and passion for pro-wrestling. “NOW HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS, BECAUSE UP NEXT IS TRINETTE VAILANT VS DAISHOUR--”
Static took the titantron. Audio pops blared on the speakers. Hissing smoke came out the machines in malfunctioning steam from the burnt electronics, infected with a little physical device that activated by timer. Right on cue. The screens backstage turned off. But there was an audio feed between those at the commentary desk and those backstage, reassuring that everything is ok. Clever bastards.
Spectre’s logo plastered across the screen. The teeth and nuclear eyes glowing as she talked.
"About that.” Her voice carried through the sound systems throughout the LAW building. She planted bugs filling the gaps so no one escaped her voice. Her icon moved and shrank in the top-left corner, then the Titantron spawned a Trinette file that typed out Spectre's profile for her, containing her physical info, favourite moves, weaknesses and moral code, circled in red. “First. I hear there has been a heroine making waves. One little warrior queen called Trinette Vailant, The Paladin. The world’s most righteous to ever lick a puritan's portrait. A completely spotless background, a real angel. But, as time proves: conviction doesn't help her glass jaw, weakness to cheap shots or that her legs bruise from a boston crab. You know how much I want a slave like that?”
The Trinette model grew and took over the display with chrome arrows pointing to the weaknesses Spectre called out. Afterwards, it transitioned to a live feed of a dark room with a purple light showing Daishouri tied to a chair by her ankles and wrists. The virus came up from behind. “Then there’s Daishouri.” Her victim shivered. Dot’s visor developed sparkling fixtures over her eyes and amazement in her expression. “Crossfire casualty. I'd give this one three out of ten.” She stroked the girl’s hair, who tried to jerk away, only to be punched across the cheek, then re-grabbed and pulled back, looking straight up. “Just isn’t quite ready yet.”
“Get -off-!” Daishouri yelled. Spectre put a hand over her mouth. “But she does have courage. Give it time. She’ll be on my table too. But enough about this upstart. Trinette, my darling victim. Get to knowing me fast, because I'm only going to declare this once. You’re -MINE- to hunt. Wherever you are, at any time, I'll watch -closely-.” The screen showed pictures flashing up like pop-ups of Trinette in public, at a restaurant, at a gym, aquarium, history museum, library and an overhead shot of a bug planted in a vent inside Trinette’s condo. Spectre began to cackle, first low— then she stopped.
“The best way to crush a public defender is by ruining their public trust, so I gathered a whole colony of blue-loving rats to witness what I have in store first.” After a pause, she revealed.
“Ironwoman.” And the crowd gasped. ”Twenty minutes to break every value. Every pledge. Every promise you have for herself. And the best part?” Spectre’s cackles, looking down at her feet to keep it together. “You've already lost. Horribly.” The crowd’s voice went from annoyed jeers to anger. Anger they couldn’t direct anywhere. They couldn’t see her at all now. Dot flashed a side-mark, mischievous like a cheshire.
“Watch your wrist. On the count of three, you’re going to feel something extremely painful. Worse than the brass knuckles Karla Ray Bitchheart knocked you out with. Are you ready?” “One…”
“Two…”
Dot scooted away. Spectre hit the button, sending a high-volt wave of electricity ripping through the Paladin’s body. “Three.”
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The blue-haired Paladin was a bit confused as the masked woman raised that finger to her visor and shushed her. She would tilt her head a bit in confusion, as that arm then came around her shoulder and her attention was directed towards the monitor. She wondered where this was going, choosing to pay attention to the screen to see what was going on.
As the announcer spoke, Trinette listened and watched...They were about to announce the next upcoming match, which was her own against Daishouri....but it was interrupted. Static took over the screen and Trinette's interest was piqued. The logo appeared.... and with it a voice began to speak out. The voice seemed to be coming from all directors, through the whole sound system and beyond. Trinette looked around for a few seconds, but her attention was brought to the screen again as a file regarding her information was displayed.
It seemed very much as if someone had taken an interest in her. The comments that were being made regarding her by the voice caused Trinette to narrow her eyes and straighten up a bit. As the screen changed to that of the dark room, where her opponent for the evening was tied to a chair, Trinette would take a step forward, her hands clenched into fists as she stepped closer to the monitor. As Daishouri got punched, Trinette steeled herself and clicked her tongue. She knew that she had no idea where Daishouri was. She'd have to figure out what this vile woman wanted, then try and find a way to make her way to Daishouri and free her from her confines.
Though as the voice declared that the Paladin herself, was hers to hunt. Trinette's eyes would widen a bit as she realized that perhaps she had a bit of a stalker in this woman. Several pictures had been taken of her, in many different places...one even was in her own apartment. She shuddered a bit at the thought, but her resolve to put down whatever cur this was.
The comments regarding the gathering of fans of Trinette's, did annoy the blue-haired woman a fair bit, she looked towards the fans. Her sense of duty sparked up as she wondered if any harm would come to the innocents here. However, as the word *Ironwoman* was heard, Trinette turned her attention back to the monitor. If this...spectre wanted a match. Then Trinette had no problem giving her a hell of an Ironwoman match. Through all the commotion though, Trinette had completely forgotten about the wrist watch she had been given...until the spectre brought back attention to it.
She looked at her wrists, as the count down came...Trinette brought her hand up as if to try and rip the watch off her, but it was too late. The third count came and a jolt shot through her arm and coursed through her body! Her entire frame would spasm, she grit her teeth hard and released a pained groan through those gritted teeth! Toes curled, and fists clenched as the coursing electricity ran rampant through her body!
In the moments leading up to the shock, a new image had popped onto Dot's mask—a cartoon approximation of Trinette's face. And as Trinette responded to Spectre's entrance, Dot mimed her in the background.
When Trinette cocked her head, confused (poor dear) about the goings-ons on the screen, Dot cocked her head the same way. Then, once she'd finally caught up and got all STRAIGHT AND SERIOUS AND RIGHTEOUS, Dot stiffened up her chest in parallel. Grrrrr! went the pink LED Trinette face, its face twisting up in a scowl to match its real life paladin counterpart. Dot became Trinette's mirror, exaggerated to make the dickwads in the audience giggle.
Then came the SHOCK!
Trinette spasmed in agony!
Dot lept into the air, fingers splayed, trembling as if she too were the physical conduit of tens of thousands of volts!
The cartoon face flashed like it wanted to give kids epilepsy. It was a skull, then a crying face, then a skull, then a melting face. Dot dropped before Trinette finished spasming, a big pink X flashing on her face — X...X...X — before a tombstone alit on the screen. Then it went black, and Dot snickered. You could tell from the way her shoulders shook and she mimed a hand over her mouth.
Then, flitting her visor towards the audience, she stuck a finger to her lips — or what what would be her lips, if her face weren't an empty black screen. Sssssh. By now, Spectre's little show of electric power was reaching a pause. Dot moved swiftly, big exaggerated steps while the audience raised a tumult and ol' Trin started to find her bearings.
She wouldn't get long. She'd barely have time to remember once again to breathe, but Dot would be behind her.
And her arm would swing back—
And she'd drop to her knees—
And — BLAMMO! — she'd swing that fist between our girl's legs, slamming her sacred kitty to get the bitch kneeling...as a paladin should before her new god.
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Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove --Madilyn Mei
Trinette was left unaware of the mimicry of Dot. She was focused on what she now saw as her charge, her mission. To stop this twisted vile villainess and to save Daishouri. Her goal was clear to her, and from the sound of it she was going to get a chance to do just that. All she had to do was withstand the cruel machinations, to take part in this Iron Woman match that had been laid out by this spectre of a foe.
That was until the shocking jolt coursed through her body, the tingling hiss that ran rampant throughout her body. A surging burst of hot and cold intermingling through her muscles, a rattling feeling that dug deep into her very bones and seized her whole body up! Teeth clenched as her finger tips dug into her own palms as she curled her hands into tight fists, white knuckling them!
Once that jolt finally stopped...Trinette gasped out, she huffed as if short of breath. She stood on somewhat unsteady legs as she threw a glare up at the screen....only to be met with a wholly different kind of pain! Dot's fist came barreling right between the thighs of Trinette and slammed right up into the crotch of the Paladin!
Her mouth shot open as a dull, heavy and lingering feeling of pain filled her nether regions! "Gaghk!" she gasped out as the low blow found its mark. Her cheeks flushed, spittle flew out in a couple of droplets from her mouth as she dropped, those shaky legs gave out and she went on her knees with her hands reaching down between her legs to try to shield her womanhood from any further underhanded tactics!
Dot's empty black visor reflected Trinette, curled up, clutching herself while all the her superfans gave cries of impotent rage. The trademark howl of the stupid. If only the animals a bit quieter, Dot might have been able to hear delicious sounds from the paladin. A moan, perhaps? A whimper?
Dot rose to her feet. She ran two of her fingers — bare at the tips of the fingerless gloves — along the inside of her thigh. As she reached her full height, they slid between her legs, brushed with force against her groin, before trailing up to her navel and to her chin. They formed a V where her lips should be, and she cocked her head and hip together. Then came one of her favorite faces (just for the camera)—a big ol' grin with one winking eye and a long, wet tongue, projected just between her fingers.
She tried to imagine what the crowd in the seats must have been like at that moment. Probably just an extension of these backstage fans, no? Backstage, she could see their faces up close, could read the clenched jaws and wide eyes, see them clench their fists and scream until their faces turned red. Anger aplenty—but also, perhaps a shade of something else? A bit of frustration in that twitching, furling brow. And...embarrassment in the way that young woman's lips turn down in disgust—perhaps, if Dot read it correctly, second-hand humiliation?
One of the cattle — a bald white man with a goatee and the kind of clothes that only appear in size-plus specialty stores — got ideas in its head. He charged at Dot. Dot laughed, turned on her heel, and clocked him across the jaw with the heel of her boot. He went down on his back. Tipped, poor thing. She clasped her hands behind her back. As the mini-audience continued to toss hate up at the cyberkitty — if now from a widening radius — her lilting, synthetic voice took command of the speakers in the arena and backstage.
"Thaaaaank you, thank you! God—but it does my good to hear the appreciation of a receptive audience." She clasped her hands to her chest as her default kitten's face swept to look directly at the video feed. "Buuuuuut. Time's come friendos and companiards for the reason you're really here."
The lights dimmed until Dot's LED face was one of the room's only sources of light. Violet smoke began to plume as if through every available vent, burgeoning around fan, heroine, and villain alike.
"Those with eyes to know greatness on sight. Join me in welcoming.." Dot's voice rose in pitch as she turned to the entrance ramp and began to tremble, filled with a passion that seemed almost to overwhelm her. "The Tsar of Terror, the insidious creeper of the net, the maaaaaaaalevolent. Virus! Herself—!!"
Her voice had become positively breathless as the camera's focus tilted from her to—
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Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove --Madilyn Mei
A vent from the high ceiling suddenly popped from its holdings. An unwinding spool gave the place a hiss, with the
dropping in and dropping directly onto the fallen vent cover on the floor. A finger crossed vertically over her purple and black lips. The room quaking with rage and vigilantism just moments before snuffed for a gallery of weak knees, leaking wet eyes and racing blood pressure. “Whoever speaks another word, they and their families will be put inside a very… very dark room.”
It was like there was an acceptable radius. A black hole with an event horizon, approximately two to three metres—but still affected by the time dilation, thinking of every wrong thing that’ll happen to them if they take a step. The trick? Making them all believe they’re worth the trouble when she pulled another big ol’ grin.
She turned around sharply, the whisk of her cape swayed in the wind, then approached the pair, patting Dot on the head with full arm extension three times. Pat-pat-pat. When the fat one tried to crawl on all fours back to the crowd, Spectre slammed the vent cover with her heel and sent it flying into their skull.
-CLUNK!-
Then they dropped facedown.
“Oh—just look at you.” Speck stood tall so Trinette’s head was about stomach level, then wedged her foot between their legs. She reached down, grabbed their jaw and a fistful of their ponytail, hard, then forced the Paladin to look at her. “Ain’t you just the prettiest pretentious pit-stain. My French-wench pampered poodle paladin. The one who yips instead of arfs. Top of my list, and the main event of my show. Sit.” She ordered, then used her leverage to push Trinette down so she sat directly on Spectre’s foot. “Good girl—Now about what you saw.”
She leaned down, yanking Trinette’s head towards the side and whispering. “You won’t find her, but you’ll catch a glimpse when I drag you back to my laboratory.” She cackled, “I can show you all the tapes we did. Six in all. Then, it’ll be your turn.” Then she leaned back a bit, twisting at the lips as she was swimming in her thoughts for them. She used the grip on Trinette's chin to push their lips together. “Speak.”
Trinette's expression was nose scrunched, teeth slightly bared through loosely parted lips, clenched as she exhaled through them. Just what she ordered. "Y-you don't scare me you vile cur---!" But that mouth was too loud, so she hooked it with her finger!
“Oooon second thought—Let's get you nice and loopy first. Dot?” "That's me, cap'n!" “Pill me.” "It'd be my delight—"
Dot leaned over, her LED expression srunched, then made a sneezing gesture and pressed a button on her mask. The flaps on her ears twisted straight, then through the gaps loosened a clear pill that launched and caught directly into her hands. She lifted it, peering through her visor as LED face glinted off its shiny surface.
Then she turned and offered it palm-up to her partner. "Heeeeere we are. One viIIIIrral pill for your latest and greatest pup."
The two of them shared a look. Both of them wanted to snort, marked by a huff from their noses, then Dot put her hand to Spectre's mouth and slipped the pill inside. Then they resumed.
“Let's make sure this one goes down.” She leaned back down, pulling Trinette’s hair back. And if she didn’t meet any meaningful resistance, the virus would gift just the most infectious lip-locked kiss, with her tongue carrying a capsule of homebrew sedative, pressing against the door of Trinette’s mouth.
The Paladin was still kneeling and in pain, her nether regions still ached from the low-blow. Yet her eyes were filled with anger as watched some would-be hero try to stop these villains, only to end up hurt. She hated this, she did not want anyone to get hurt in this manner, and by whatever devil of a woman had devised this whole thing...she swore nothing but to bring justice upon her.
Soon enough she got the see who seemed to be the mastermind behind all this, as the black and purple clad Virus dropped down from the vent and even chose to give the poor sap a painful knockout. The would-be vigilante getting the vent cover to their head, caused Trinette to clenched her teeth in frustration. She watched as the woman stepped right up to her, closing the distance between them. Trinette's eyes were leveled with the belly of the villainess, she felt that boot of hers wedge right up between her legs and then her jaw and ponytail were grabbed, her head forced to tilt backwards and look up at Speck. Teeth still gnashed together, as she threw a glare filled with rage up at the shorter woman who because of the circumstances were looming over her.
Trinette took the mocking of Spectre, and then was forced down to practically sit on the foot of the Virus. The jerk of her hair forced the Paladin's head to turn as Spectre. As Trinette spoke she was interrupted by that finger hooking right into her mouth, she released a garbled annoyed grunt.
Her eyes darted up to see the pill being given to the Virus, as it slipped into her mouth. Trinette wondered just what was to happen, but seeing how the Virus had practically given away their plan but a second ago...when she leaned down and went for that lip lock, the redhead's mouth inching closer to the bluenette's. The Paladin didn't offer much in the way of resistance, so she decided to bide her time. As those lips were close enough, the pearly white teeth of the Chivalric defender would take action. Trinette would latch her teeth up and around the bottom lips of Spectre and bite down before the pill could enter her mouth!
