This will work!: LieMad vs Spectre 5vs1 Elimination Handicap Match

[oWND]

Handicap Elimination Match: Anything goes. The match is decided by pinfall or submission.

Spectre needs to eliminate all LieMad members

Many times for the wrestlers the debut is the most difficult fight, doubts invade you and fears dont stop passing through your head, but it is something that only the experience can solve so every fight should be, at least in that sense, easier than the previous one. But this was not the case for the members of the Idol group called LieMad. Their previous fight had been disastrous and although some of the members had gained some self-confidence, the same could not be said for the unity in the group. Betrayal, cowardice. All the things that should NOT be done in a ring in a team fight were performed point by point by some of the members of the group, it was not a surprise then as they headed to the place of the fight a big silence reigned between them. Such was the disconnection between the members that they did not even wear their matching outfits, each one choosing the one that she liked, some the most comfortable, others the one that fit best in the mirror and others simply the first thing they had found.

Naomi, the """"captain""" tried to broke that silence "YEY girls... I know our last fight was hard but thats why we are here today, lets do i-" "Shut up Naomi, we know it, just lets win and go home quick, i need to sleep my 10 hours." "This bitch..."

"..."

Naomi

Natsumi

Sakura

Sara

Hang

After that they 5 girls waited for her opponent without looking at each other.

[Monsy]

“Who sleeps ten hours?” Spectre’s voice travelled through the speakers all around the Arena. Her logo now patterned on every screen. “This bitch indeed.” Said the Virus, almost casual in her tone before letting out a short skittery laugh. “Naooomi.” Her voice rippled with a deep bass voice. It returned to normal afterward. “Pull yourself together, punchmeat. You’re their leader. If you can’t even squeak out some encouragement, then just what good are you, really? Spineless peach.”

She took a pause. The crowd sored and let out boos in response, trying to back the Idol group that was clearly attempting to make an effort—even if it was a clusterfuck, just look at them being so freaking adorable!! The different outfits had some hoots and hollers for them. Where Naomi looked like the Joshi of tomorrow, Natsumi appeared like a session wrestling superstar, popular and drowning in requests if she ever opened them. And Sakura, an idol incarnate in her wear, sleek, perfect and huggable by crowd estimates. Then Sara turned the most faces hot. High-cut leotard, a huuuumungeous chest, a look that seduced even the prudish of prudes and caught the eye of husbands in the crowd. And Hang… Despite the crudeness, was an awe-inspiring princess that… When converting her attitude to something like… ROYAL STRENGTH, their awe fell right into her lap by heart-shaped decree.

“And Natsumi. Aren’t you supposed to be her girlfriend? I see you on-top of each other in the locker rooms. Have you tried not being such a massive bottom??” Her tongue clicked. “Also, if you really want to sleep so badly, then we can arrange for that… But you might not like where you wake up, Hang Cha.” Her voice dipped back to that deep bass register for the latter half of that sentence. “Sara… Aren’t you a little out of their league? You can outshine -all- of them if you started to tap dance those feet into some real training. I could train you better in my sleep.”

“Then there’s Sakura. Why—I could just bite you over and over until you cried for Naomi. In-fact…”

The lights shut off and so did Spectre’ logos to leave them in total darkness for a few careful seconds. Four gas lasers hit the ring posts. A drone sound effect cued, like a real laser, cutting through metal. When it stopped, the lasers disappeared. Tic… tic…— Then the lights returned. The group hadn’t looked at each other, so Spectre dropped in right where she thought best.

.

The crowd gasped!

She reached out, then attempted to grab Sakura by the hair and pull her back into the Virus’s leotard-clad lithe body, adding an arm around their throat to complete the trap. The virus cooed into their ear with a fat grin. “I think I will.”

[oWND]

The show had started and an unknown voice would be in charge of welcoming the idols to it, a strange logo was shown all over the stadium while the mysterious voice began to dedicate some "nice" words. The first were directed to Naomi, Each word was like a dagger in the heart of the kind idol that did what she could to contain the tears as her face became more and more red, despite all her actions ended up giving reason to the taunts because she remained silent even with all the harsh words received. "..."


Natsumi quickly went near her girlfriend to hug her trying to relax the idol before the fight started. "Its fine honey, just dont listen do this girl, she's probably our opponent trying to-" Suddenly the same voice cut Natsumi dialogue, it was her time... The blonde’s face would also begin to turn red after the words of that mysterious voice. "SHUT UP YOU STU-"

One by one the members of LieMad were wavered by the echo of the stadium’s megaphones... All but Sara, the purplette had been without doubt the best in their previous matches and was also undoubtedly the most athletic and the one with most wrestling qualities, being fair probably only she and Natsumi possessed some athletic talent.

The discomfort grew and grew among the idols that didn't know who or where to look until suddenly, BIIIIIIIIIP, the lights shut off. The couple were still hugging each other trying to protect themselves (though Naomi had her eyes closed as she trembled) but the other three girls were on their own. When the lights came back all of them realized something, the weakest of its members had been caught, nobody had told them but it was clear that the voice before was the girl they had now in front of their faces who now had captured her "friend. Quickly the other 4 girls got into position but... none of them advanced while Sakura moved her legs out of control trying to get rid of the pain."HELP HEEEEELP PLEASE IT HURTS HEEEEELP"nobody in her group was moving to help her, until Sara took a step forward, She wasn't very convinced but she needed to try something even if she was alone to stop the initial harassment of her finally revealed opponent. Seeing that Natsumi decided to go too while Hang, as always, just took sever steps back. "You will apologize to us for all you said!!"

Sara and Natsumi ran in to their opponent just trying to tackle her and free Sakura.

[Monsy]

The girl was soft, pliable and easy to choke. Such a fine neck to squeeze, giving her little jitters and tingles of warm feelings. She resisted the urge to bite them right then and there. To get started on that promise. But did the sense of fear hold her like a hypnotizing smell. It fed her, made her feel big, made her feel warmer, more calm, more happy.

“You HEAR this useless girl? She’s squealing. Come and help her Naomi.”

She called, her eyes fixed to the leader glued to her partner. Her body jostled to the girl’s kicks, only to bend her back further so the leverage never left her court. Finally, one shouted a curse at her. A highly--HIGHLY, welcomed one. Two of them charged. Spectre saw their approach with a glance left then right.

“Continue this later, punchmeat.”

Both hands gripped handfuls of Sakura’s hair as she whispered aloud. She yanked the scalp, bent Sakura forward, then turned and yanked her in a semi-circle to whip her head-first towards Sara’s GUT. The virus, whether this worked or not, would turn around equally fast to address Natsumi. She stepped forward without concern, met eyes and timed their TACKLE to meet her swinging BOOT between their legs, hopefully connecting shin bone to crotch. Her smile never faded, in-fact; she threw up a peace sign for the camera, pointing back and giving the lens a side-eye, shit-eating mockery with FULL expectation of her plan to succeed.

WHA-POW

[oWND]

The lack of coordination was obvious, there's no point to ask how a group of supposed idol and friends could work this bad together but the point was the same, the weakest of them finally could hit someone in a fight but her first pray was her own friend when Spectre threw her against Sara making the purple haired girl to scream in pain. "GGGGHAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

Every second in this match was even more scary than the last one. Naomi the leader was the victim of the virus words and even without being hit once she felt to the mat butt first while she used her arms to step back a bit. That wasn't only because of while she was recieving a mental torture one of her friends and her girlfriend got kicked on her crotch.

Sara took it with even more screams but Natsumi felt face first to the mat without saying a word, close to the unconsciousness with just one hit while her body twitched a bit. "N...Natsumi... NATSUMI DONT LET ME ALONE!! TELL ME SOMETHING PLEASE! NATSUMI!!!!"

[Monsy]

Spectre's posture stiffened with her arms straight down, fists clenched. A shiver racked her; waves of pleasure hit her system after those screams, all bundled up from both of them and the thunk from Natsumi released like a shock of electricity. "Aaahhhh... That's.... Gooooooood." The Virus purrrrred like something honey nestled on her tongue, sweet, savoury and perfect. All this goodness before the match even started! Too much, it was too good to be enjoyed silently. Her watch snapped on Naomi, watching her become passionate and worried beyond what Spectre believed possible for another human being.

"Na-o-mi." She said, trying to lock eyes with this fully panicked wrestler. Nevertheless, she paced forward, slowly and deliberate. Her path? Why, it was ending right in-front of Natsumi's head. She imagined her boot sole pressing down on their head of hair as a footrest. "Look at me, girl. This is wartime. You and Hang make for one tag-team, so what now? What will you do to make my foot leave, mm? Hm~Hm~, maybe bribe me?"

[oWND]

The Virus words arrived to Naomi but... What could she do??? She wasn't able to win a single fight in her life, which were the odds of the orange haired girl to do something against this demon?? Spectre was right Hang was there too, maybe the two of them could do something if they fought together but when the Chinese looked at her leader the answer was obvious. "I....I....Cant...I can't do... It... Save Natsumi, Hang... Please..."

Hang looked at her leader hiding her disappointment once again trying to find her best choice to survive this match until something reached her mind. The Chinese idol walked to Naomi before offering her hand with a smile. "We will save all of them,. leader." Naomi didn't grab her hand at first, not because she didn't want but because she couldn't, the fear was petrifying her in the mat, showing to everyone in the arena the desperation on her face before. "Naomi!! Get up!!"

Hang slapped her leader in the face flinching the orange haired girl for some seconds but finally making her react getting up by herself. "Yeah... Sorry, let's go... Hehe"

Still scared but helped by one of her friends Naomi was prepared and with Hang's signal both girls ran at Spectre, Naomi just wanted to tackle her opponent trying to move her away of the blonde and Hang... Hang wasn't there, the Chinese tricked her friend, she knew their current chances to win the match and trying to start an alliance with the Virus was by far her best option, that's why she rolled out of the ring letting Naomi alone with the poor idol didn't noticing it.

[Monsy]

"WILL YOU?" Spectre said loudly to their team bonding moment, trying to redirect this farce back over to her. "Eyes here, punchmeats."

The answer in Spectre's head was a resounding no for each and every one of them. Still, seeing them try and tug on each other to act and attack. She could watch the stirring emotion for hours on end. The Virus opened her arms wide for them, presenting a big defenceless target. There was simply no way they'd come at her with anything more than wet napkins and concessions.

So you can imagine her flinch when they did.
Sudden, strong. Her eyes and lips parted, bigger, stunned, then stayed that way. Just what was this sudden surge of bravado? This team somehow cobbling itself together? It wasn't meant to be now! Her initial prediction envisioned only a war of detail, but it seems to get there she'll have to--.

AH, there it was. Hang fled.

Her smile reclaimed its natural home. Spectre had only the moment to soak that in, realizing that the width of the destructive path was halved. Spectre stepped into where Hang would've been, the leg on Naomi's side already pulled back, then THRUST to catch her tackling attempt with an impaling knee directly into the leader's belly. Glass, rock, clay, it didn't matter. She'd been itching for a taste of that gut all night..

Perhaps now she'll get an early trial?