Clown College - Brielle (D) v Trixie Hart

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Match Type: No DQ
Win Condition: Victory decided by Knockout or Submission

Tonight was the night, Brielle's first ever match at the LAW! The former footballer was full of excitement as she was about to have her first professional match! Which was wild to think about that just about a year ago she had really picked up the sport, but this also made her feel confident in her ability to have been scouted so soon! She adjusted her outfit, taking pride in her body she wanted to make sure everyone would get a good look of the work she put in. A black and white sleeveless crop top with some tasteful underboob for eye candy, a form fitting black nylon skirt with a white thong underneath to accentuate her curves, her impressive abs on full display, black arm sleeves for accessory, and black knee high wrestling boots with white laces.

Brielle's Outfit

After getting her outfit in check, she looked over her match report for her debut. A match with no DQ and win by a KO or Submission, something a little wild for a debut, but this is what Brielle asked for. She was told to consider the rookie program, but her confidence played a little into her ego choosing to go right into the fray! She was sure like everything else in her life, she would be a natural force! She then looked over the profile of her opponent, her name and headshot. Trixie....that's a cute name...wait...is that a clown nose!? No fucking way haha! Brielle giggled to herself as she assumed this must be a silly joke for first match. She then heard her name called from backstage for her entrance, a smile on her face as she made her way to the ramp and her upbeat music began to play.

Spoiler

"Tonight's match features the debut of LAW's newest talent...Coming from California...the former footballer turned wrestler...coming in at 5'10" and 155 pounds...BRIEEELLLEEEE!!!"

The blonde came walking out with a big smile and arms raised high, comfortable in front of a crowd from her football matches. The arena lights bright and the cheers loud as they showed their excitement for the radiant rookie. Waving to the crowd as she soaked in the moment. She made her way up the apron and bended over the middle rope giving the crowd a playful booty shake, wanting to give the crowd what they want. She entered the ring and made her way into the corner as she stretched and shook herself loose, eager to see her first opponent, curious if that headshot really was a joke or not.

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Considering the veritable fiasco that transpired the last time Trixie was scheduled for a match, LAW producers had assigned a small contingent of backstage personnel dedicated to keeping track of the clownette ever since first entering the arena today. Apparently however, it was an unnecessary precaution as Trixie seemed to be on her bestest obedient behavior while skipping throughout the hallways and locker-room, Trix now taking it upon herself to swivel her sparkling pink lipstick upon her lush lips in the mirror in the waning few minutes before her match tonight. Why she even went to the trouble of acquiring her own legitimatized wrestling grappling gear or whatever that accentuated her natural curvature with a joyous bounce to her ballooned bust. The confused personnel wondering if Trixie's loose screws had been straightened out after getting her clock cleaned in her last match until one of them started speaking up. "Oh, uh...here's the profile of your opponent tonig-" The folder he offered to Trix was swiftly snatched out of his hand by the clownette, scrambling through the offered file with papers flying around everywhere until Trix found Bri's headshot. Trix inspecting with the furrowed brow and tapped index finger on her chin of a contemplative detective, before kissing it firmly to leave lipsticked smooch. "Mwah!!! Alright I'm done!!! Make sure she gets that back when the match is over!!!" Trix flipping the headhost over her shoulder on her way towards the gorilla position, the personnel picking up the folder and following close behind her all the way.

"Coming from The Marvelous Masters of Mayhem Traveling Circus...The Madcap Harlequin...coming in at 5'8" and 125 pounds...TRIXIE...HART!!!"

The World Revolving

A bedazzled celebration of shimmering colors overcame the monolithic screen and arena in general. Rainbowed chromacity showcasing every color underneath the spectrum albeit with pink being the predominant shade overtaking spotlights to the pulsating orchestral and electronic remix blaring from the speakers. Undeniably upbeat and boundless in its exuberantly joyous energy, reminiscent of the madcap theatricality underneath a big top circus with festive jubilation at its very core...albeit with a shade of devolving madness interwoven within it as well. The audience's boredom being summarily upended with their attention fixated upon the psychedelic presentation and the screen in particular with images of cotton candy, balloons, Ferris Wheels and other carnival themed iconography around the name "Trixie Hart" within its center. Trixie cartwheeling out from behind the curtains before transitioning into backflips down the ramp, culminating with a spring vault off of her hands back onto her legs with arms extended to take in any applause. A beaming Trix then taking it upon herself to skip around the ring while juggling several colorful balls, catching them all and bowing before ducking underneath the bottom rope. "Well how dooooooo you do, Bri? OH, I heard this is your debut!!! Don't you worry none, I'm practically an expert at this wrestling hoohah and I know just how to handle newcomers. First things first,whaddya say we start off with a traditional handshake. PUT ER THERE~..." Trix smiled jubilantly while offering her gloved hand to Bri...

Trixie's Outfit

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"Ho....ly....shit....an actual fucking clown!? The rookie blonde giggled to herself as the stadium lit up in tomfoolery and intense bright and vibrant colors. Her opponent popping out seemingly straight out of Cirque du Soleil as the cartwheel was followed by an obnoxious, and impressive, amount of back flips down the ramp. Brielle looked on in amazement at the performance as the pink clown landed a clean vault with a nice pose, the crowd cheering in appreciation! The rookie's entrance was nice, but as expected and appropriate was subtle in comparison to the lively and eye catching showmanship showed by her opponent. Brielle's eyes widened as she followed the clown parading around and juggling before finally making her way into the ring.

The rookie thought to herself that this was a welcome pairing for her. She assumed that she was put up against this character of a wrestler to help her get on the right foot with a fun opponent to show off her skills. After all, while very entertaining the footballer couldn't fathom this woman being a serious wrestler. She knew wrestling clubs hired performers like this for the purpose to show off another competitor's skills in a way that was entertaining. Not a worry, as this was her debut she would gladly take this opportunity. Especially when her opponent greeted her with such a joyful tone!

Brielle eyed up the clown before her as she blushed slightly, no amount of makeup and theatrics could take away the incredible physique of the pink haired woman. The rocking hips that were accentuated by the pink singlet and up to the INCREDIBLE bust that looked like it was seconds away from bursting out their covering, the cleavage looking bottomless. Then back up to her pretty face with thick pink hair, sparkling eyes and lush lips. Brielle's heart raced slightly before shaking her head to re-focus.

Listening to the fun tone of her introduction, Brielle relaxed a little as she felt welcome and eager to have her first match, especially against such a fun rival. "Pleased to meet you love, good to hear you're an expert. Let's have some fun and maybe I'll learn a thing or two!" Her opponent seemed respectful and a treat so with a big smile Brielle went in for a firm handshake into the gloved hand just as the bell rang!

DING! DING! DING!

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The acrobatic tumblerina actually thought her extravagant entrance ceremony was rather tame in comparison to her performances back in her traveling circus days. Trixie recalls cartwheeling with the same balance and precision, except while chained lions swipe their claws at your arms alongside a belching fire breather whose flames could very easily make ashen toast out of your frilly skirts. And that was just the pre-show warmup. Noodle your noggin on that and you'll start comprehending what circus life is like on a daily basis and probably gain a better understanding in regards to how cartoonishly unhinged a girl can become growing up in that manic environment all her life~...but anyhoo, enough about a certain cotton candy hair colored pinkette's daredevil lifestyle. Trixie was looking towards her psychedelic future now that she's been officially bitten by the wrestling bug. And that little sucker latched himself onto her like a tick on a clock. The clownette being tickled pink and pleased as punch to meet...

"Brielle, hang out with me long enough and you'll learn that fun is my favorite F-word. I'd say what the others, but the censorship clauses in my contract forbid me to do so. I'll perform a trapeze act over a tank of carnivorous alligators, but take on a team of contract lawyers? Nyoooo thank you..." Trixie guffawed to herself after taking a firm hold of Brielle's hand, beaming jubilantly as she wobbled both arms vigorously up and down in exaggerated repetition as the bell ring clanked in the distance. Acknowledging beforehand that Brielle was such a cutey pooty, and fit as a fiddle with a jacked physique, tasteful underboob window, and friendly persona that honestly kinda shocked Trixie. Oh, that reminds her. "Say Brielle, got a joke for ya. Why did the light bulb fail his math quiz?" Trixie queried with mirthful glee, an expression that some would notice become tinkled with sinister menace as the joy buzzer would send continuous jolts of electricity throughout Brielle until the handshake would be released by the harlequin!!

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Brielle was smiling as their hands met, excited to have such a seemingly nice opponent. Grateful her first booking was something fun, she relaxed a bit and soaked in the moment. The modest sized crowd cheering, ready to see two newer wrestlers show what they are going to bring to LAW! Excited for a No DQ match, letting the women do whatever they wanted to show off their talents!

Trixie started some comedic jabber about lawyers and...F words? The blonde could guess what Trixie meant, a slight blush on her face. Then followed by a playful joke about a lightbulb? The blonde giggled, willing to play along quickly.

"Hmm...why did he fail his match quiz....haha...is it bec-AAAAAAAHHHH! WHA-!?" The second the bell rang, Brielle felt a jolt go through her arm which made it lock and her hand grip tighter, unable to let go of the buzzer as her eyes widened and she fell to one knee. She looked over to the women referee in desperation, but this was a No DQ match. The ref only there to count a submission or knockout.

Brielle couldn't believe it, that a gimmick like this was allowed. She was learning day 1, just how unexpected LAW was. "L-let...me.....let me.....let GO!!" The footballer pleaded as the jolts of electricity pulsed through her party, making her feel paralyzed, trying to pull her hand away.

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Obvious to anyone with a working set of peepers, slap-stick tended to be Trixie's preferred method of earning the yuck yucks when it came to entertaining an audience. Stand-up comedy wasn't quite her department since circus acts were more about elaborate theatricality, daredevil acrobatics, and having custard cream pies splattered into faces. Thankfully though, Trixie boned up on her knowledge of one-liners and bantered wisecracks for just these types of social situations. When she's aiming to break the ice and forge new friendships within her latest profession wherever she meets new friends. Whether it takes place backstage, in the training room, or in a wrestling ring with her new best buddy playing the role of straight man in Trixie's attempt at a comedy pairing between them. The one crumbling to one knee as voltage coursed through out her. Yeah, that one!!!

"HAHA, Nyoooo~...That's not the answer, Silly Brilly. It's because he wasn't too bright!!! HeeHee, I knew you'd like that one~..." Trixie guffawed with a jubilant smile and free hand situated on her hip like a clown-nosed superhero. Beaming with elation until mercifully relinquishing the grip on her paralyzing handshake, twiddling her fingers hello down at Brielle to showcase the joy-buzzer on the palm of her gloved hand. "Sheesh, you fell for one of the oldest clowning tricks in the book, Bri!!! Guess you really do have a lot to learn. No sleepin' on the job though, ya gotta get back into the act~..." Trixie teased with a playful honking of her nose before reaching down to grasp onto Brielle's locks until the sportster was back on her feet. Trixie continued clamping onto Bri's head as her other arm starting whirling around at cartoonish speeds for an attempt at her Big Top Pop strike!!!

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Brielle's art updated

Brielle's time in the indies she had experienced many gimmicky characters that were just for the crowd amusement. Cosplay characters, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, etc. had appearances for some comic relief. She had assumed this was just another one of those, a fun light hearted match as her debut to get some laughs and show off her own skills. This was not the case tonight, and Trixie was not just some gimmick, but rather an unorthodox fighter. She could tell by the real pain from the buzzer, that it's intent was not to just play some bit but also to take advantage of her opponent.

As Trixie joked and posed to her fans delight and laughter, Brielle still twitched and shook as jolts kept surging through her. Nothing dangerous (probably) but enough to keep her tense and stuck. Pleading until finally the clownette released the grip and Brielle fell onto the mat, her body still twitching as she shuddered. The intense surge kept her still a bit immobilized as some of her hair was also standing up. Trixie honking her nose, while fun for the crowd, made Brielle feel like the butt of a joke... She gritted her teeth as she tried to recover as the jolts were fading away.

But she was not given much time as her opponent gripped the blonde by her hair, with a few static pops, and brought her to her feet. Even standing Brielle twitched as she was slowly regaining control of herself. As she tried to recover she watched as the pinkette wound up, cartoon style, her fist. The crowd counting each rotation, as Brielle's arms slowly were moving to her face.

COME ON COME ON COME ON!! MOVE!! She said to herself desperately as her left arm finally was getting up into a guard when WHAM! Trixie's fist came flying up into the footballer's face, sending her snapping up and crashing back down on the mat, spread eagle as her limbs flopped down onto the mat.

On the bright side, that hit popped the remaining shock from her body. However, now her eyes glazed over a bit as her bell just got RUNG. Brielle's abs heaving as she just got hit with quite the introduction to LAW, and by a damn clown! As she shook her head with a bit of drool, she rolled over and started to crawl to the ropes, attempting to get herself back onto her feet.

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Never fear all you Trixie fans out there. For anyone watching this match at home, within the audience, or reading this on NSFW websites , Trixie can assure you that her tomfoolery is solely restricted to her circus and in-ring theatrics. She's taken the utmost consideration in ensuring that the voltage administered through her joy buzzer is completely safe and will absolutely leave no lingering aftereffects. Well, aside from partial numbness, static discharges, and the ability to briefly illuminate lightbulbs in your mouth for about a week, but aside from that Brielle will be jyssssut fine. Now, as for aching jawlines? Trixie was afraid that Brielle would be on her own when it came to treating that malady. The clownette's cartoonish tornado of a windup practically being accompanied by its own whirling sound effect with Trixie's tongue sticking out the side of her mouth all throughout before *BLAM* Brielle got served a five-knuckle sandwich. One that showcased Trixie's capabilities as a genuine striker when she wasn't more concerned with wacky slapstick and zany antics.

"HaHa~....How'd you like that for a punchline instead?!" Trixie beamed with her hooked right arm over the spread-eagled footballer as if she'd just delivered a knockout punch, smiling jubilantly as she kissed her knuckles before beginning to gallivant around the ring. A premeditative victory lap taken with a playful sway to her bodacious hips and bouncing funbags that made those within the audience uncomfortable with being allured by a jester clown become significantly more open to the concept. The jovial trickster's waltz abruptly upended once she stepped within Bri's vicinity. Trix gawking around the ring confusedly, while simultaneously situating the footballer to be swiveled around and slung over the middle rope. Brielle perhaps having a second or two of cognizant thoughts left before she'd become enveloped in a standing headscissors with Trix perched atop the ring apron. "Say, where the heck did Bri go?! Can't find hide nor hair of her..." Trix pondered towards the audience, scanning around the arena while the hot pink of the harlequin's leotard rump engulfed her foe's facials.

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Brielle shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs that clouded her head from the shock and blow to her head. She looked over and saw her jovial opponent bouncing around the ring to mixed reactions from the crowd. Her curves bouncing around in that tight pink leotard. Grabbing on to the ropes finally, eager to get herself into some sort of rhythm, but that did not seem to be part of Trixie's performance when the blonde's body was grabbed and turned around with her resting over the middle ropes. Looking up at some plump cheeks that absolutely swallowed the pink leotard, her eyes widening as she tried to move out the way but

"MMMPPHH!! MMMMMM!!"

Brielle's face was swallowed next by the bootylicious clownette. Her protests muffled into the smother. The crowd laughing along Trixie's teasing, the blonde squirming underneath. She tried to slip out, but the equally luscious thighs had their grip around the footballer's head and neck. Brielle's abs heaving as she slapped and slapped the flesh she could feel, her vision eclipsed by ass. Her nose right into the crack as her mouth was pressed against the warm fabric that covered the bottom of her opponent's crotch, Trixie getting to feel Brielle's hot breath nice and close. Brielle's face starting to turn blush red from the humiliation of this position under her opponent as she tried to bridge her body and use her impressive strength to place her palms against the cheeks of Trxie's ass and shove her off hopefully!

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Scouring the jam-packed arena in a manner akin to a pirate captain searching the vast oceanic seascape through their elongated spyglass, the investigative clownette surveyed as best she could for the spirited rookie with a recently electrified personality. One of her hands perched atop her forehead as she searched with focused concentrated while her vision panned from left to right. Brielle certainly not seeming like the type of cowardly competitor to mysteriously vanish without a trace right in the middle of a match, especially when she seemed so excited to get this show on the road in the first place!!! The Clownish Pirate Queen postulating that perhaps foul play was afoot involving the upper echelons of the Japanese government...before the referee tapped on Trixie's shoulder with an exasperated sigh and pointed right behind her. Trix glancing over her shoulder to discover was right underneath her nose...er, backside, the entire time.

"OH!!! PFT, there you are!!! The heck are you doin' back there, silly? Guess I'm not the only whose been searchin' the seven seas fer some booty, eh matey?~..." Trixie enunciated in a swashbuckling pirate accent, chuckled laughter overheard from the audience at the clownette's comedy routine as she crossed her ankles and perked her backside outward. Shimmying her bubbled derriere side to side with Brielle's swatting spanks bringing some jiggled ripples to the rookie's squished imprisonment. Those sweltering breaths wafted against Trixie's nethers certainly wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but the show must go on as they say. The joyful jester unlatched her legs and allowed Brielle to unravel herself back inside the ring. Trixie following Brielle inside afterwards and yanking her adversary by her ankles to become splayed out beside a corner turnbuckle. A merry jaunt taken towards the ringpost with some enthusiastic clapping aiming to rally the audience further behind her. The clownette aiming to win them over moreso by vaulting atop the middle ropes, then the top ropes in an attempted moonsault!!!