Uneven Debuts - Troia Smith (d) vs. Vermeil (d)

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If Troia was anything, she was persistent. She put her all into matches and wants more than anything to win and show that she belongs. In some cases, this just meant she was a durable punching bag, but other times, such durability and determination led her to those unlikely wins.

In this case, it seemed as though she was opting for the former. As in spite of her kickout, Troia didn’t have anything close to a follow-up, lazily laying on her side and continuing to pant and heave for breath with unfocused eyes.

Rolled over, Troia idly clawed at the mat to try and crawl away, but the larger woman wasn’t done playing with her prey. That knee across her back ensured the fangirl couldn’t move, and her thrashing legs were easy targets for those strong hands to grab onto. And before she knew it, one of those legs was being wrenched tight over the neck of Vermeil!

“GAAAHAAAH!” Troia cried in torment, the pain giving her body new life to try and get away, but she was swimming in place with that knee assuring she couldn’t move, back being stretched out as Vermeil yanked on the hold, and the first instinct from Troia was to tap and get this over with!

But just before her palm could impact the mat, she thought of herself. To lose like this in such a disgraced manner… and what would Florence think of her protege losing like this???

Gritting her teeth, Troia released pained grunts as she attempted to stomach the hold in spite of that agony across her leg and back. Trying to think of anything she could do…

… until, with her head shaking, that other leg came into view. And without any other option, Troia used her hands to latch onto it. Yanking on it to try and disbalance Vermeil, while also punching the kneecap to harm the giant - even biting it in a most desperate plea to escape!

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Vermeil’s grin was malicious as she continued to yank the woman’s leg. Her screams of pain were nothing but sweet symphonies as Vermeil continued to torture and stretch Troia out, digging her knee harder and harder into her back to make sure the fangirl wouldn’t dare to escape.

“Come on little one… Make it easy for the both of us! Tap quickly and I might come give you my best wishes after the match!”

Vermeil laughed as her dominance in the match persisted, and the crowd’s roars at the possible break point of the match rung around the arena. The ref watched on with half focused eyes for the slightest tap from Troia, whilst also assuming it was nearly done for anyway.

However, Vermeil’s eyes caught a glimpse of Troia’s outstretched arm, and as the fangirl’s fingers wrapped around her leg, Vermeil was forced to grit her teeth to try and maintain the hold as Troia yanked on it, hoping to pull her off balance. Her knee lost some of its ground on Troia’s back and her grip on her leg started to slip as Troia threw punches at her kneecap, even if they had little power.

What really was the kicker though, were Troia’s teeth successfully sinking into Vermeil’s free leg, and Vermeil’s eyes went wide as she lost most of her grip of the situation in pain.

“Hey-AAARRRGGHHHH!”

Vermeil yelled out as she attempted to free herself from Troia’s jaws, her bare leg being gnawed into by the feisty fangirl.

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Troia wasn’t above breaking the rules to get an advantage. Florence had showed her that she had to use any means in order to win and get ahead, and in a desperate situation like this, breaking the rules was her *only* option.

And thus her teeth sunk in deep into the skin of the leg of Vermeil’s! Gnawing and biting her and threatening to break skin, it was an action that caused a chiding by the ref, but it did its job in causing the heavyweight to let go of the hold and free Troia from the leg and back breaking submission!

And while she really wanted to keep up the attack, she was threatened by the prospect of a DQ, and thus Troia released her jaws from the leg of Vermeil’s and she spent her newfound freedom crawling away. Getting to the ropes and, with heavy grunts of effort, trying to crawl up to an upright position, even with one leg out of commission for the time being.

“You… taste real good…!” Troia yelled a taunt the way of Vermeil, making a show of licking her lips for her. “Maybe… I’ll need to get seconds!”

Trying to goad Vermeil. With her leg mangled, she knew she couldn’t win a straight-up contest, so she hoped she could throw off the larger woman, and perhaps outsmart her…

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Relief washed over Vermeil as the ref finally separated Troia’s teeth from her leg, and she immediately went to rub the stinging mark now present, sucking in air through her teeth.

She was mainly thankful it hadn’t broke skin, lest she catch whatever weird obsessive disease Troia was infected with, as well as make this match a whole lot messier. Despise that, Troia’s gnashers certainly left an indent in her leg, and Vermeil took the pause to nurse it the best she could.

She looked over at Troia, who was slowly getting to her feet with the help of the ropes, and her taunting words fuelled Vermeil with frustration. The calm woman did her best to stay composed, but it was obvious the sequence had ignited something, even if it was only a small flame for now.

“I… I dare you to try…”

Vermeil’s eyes narrowed with wrath as she stood once more, her breaths deep and her height looming over the ring like a shadow of a demon.

“So I can disfigure that jaw when it gets close again…”

Without warning, Vermeil quickly restarted the offence, charging forward like a rabid bull with a powerful, long arm out, attempting a clothesline!

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Troia knew she was playing a dangerous game by enraging Vermeil, but she didn’t feel she had much of a choice in her current condition. One leg that she could barely put weight on, she had to take risks.

And one of those risks was making Vermeil rush her like a raging bull. Her eyes widened seeing the speed at which she ran, and she could only hope she was quick enough herself.

Stepping forward, Troia jumped, not very high, but that wasn’t what she was aiming for. With her legs bunched up, she shot them forward like a rocket, the soles of her sandals slamming against the knee of Vermeil’s to try and trip her up and ground her!

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Vermeil’s wrath captured the crowd, who watched with wide eyes and stunned faces as they knew the intensity of the match was about to be kicked up a notch.

Despite her size, Vermeil wasn’t exactly sluggish. Sure, she wouldn’t outpace many, but she still had more than enough speed to be a threat, and add even more power to any running move she did, making the clothesline she was currently holding out just that little bit more deadly.

Her eyes were focused and as Troia stepped forward, Vermeil thought she was sure to connect with how injured the woman was. However, as her arm continued to remain only in contact with the air, Vermeil was sent tumbling to the ground by a shotgun dropkick to her knees, falling onto her stomach with a THUD!, and a surprised “Oof!” from the wrestler.

She lay just by the ropes, completely stunned out of her rhythm and hold on the match!

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Troia’s leg hurt to jump off of and kick with, but she knew she just had to suck it up and deal with it when dealing with a beast like Vermeil who seemed set on taking her head off after that bite.

And thankfully, her dropkick landed perfectly, slamming against the leg of the raging and causing her to tumble to the mat. Troia huffed as she quickly got back to a kneeling base, seeing Vermeil lying by the ropes, and hatched an idea.

Reaching down, Troia got a hold of that blue-purple hair and attempted to yank Vermeil up, and shove her head down against the middle rope. And then with a grunt of effort, she lifted her legs up to wrap around d the head of the larger woman.

And then she thrust her hips down, to begin choking Vermeil on the rope! Another illegal move that got her yelled at by the referee, but Troia intended on utilizing the hold for as long as she was allowed to deprive the heavyweight of air and weaken her. Even making sure to hold the hair out of her face to make sure the camera could capture her struggling expression!

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The noise of the crowd hadn’t faded in the slightest despite Vermeil’s current predicament, and it seems that the match was finally starting to stop being a one sided squash and be more of… well… a match.

Vermeil knew she was in a bad position as she was floored, and before she could pick herself up, she could only wince in pain as she was dragged up by her hair and forced onto the middle rope, her head leaning over it. The woman looked around at the crowd that watched with excited eyes, and the camera that had perfectly followed every moment, and she knew she was in the perfect position for whatever happened to her to be televised.

So, it only ended up feeling worse as Troia quickly wrapped her legs around Vermeil’s head and thrust down with her hip, the rope tightly constricting and choking the larger wrestler as she reached an arm out in pain.

“HHGGHHHH! GET OFF!”

Vermeil squeaked out in anger as she was choked against the ropes, writhing in pain. The embarrassment of the situation was only furthered as Troia held her hair out of the way, and the camera captured every last pained twinge and expression flashing through Vermeil’s face!

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This was a big opportunity, and Troia wasn’t set on wasting it. In spite of the referee’s yelling, she held that choke in deep, using the stiff material of the rope to dig right into Vermeil’s throat for as long as she could, even with a count beginning.

“One!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t handle all this?” Troia taunted, giving a small wiggle of her hips before sitting down harder to choke Vermeil further.

“Two!”

The camera was zoomed in nice and close, capturing the woman’s pained expressions very well. Sure to have some stills and clips that Troia would post and show off once this match was done.

“Three!”

Troia even posed for the fans, putting her fingertips up to her chin and making a kissy face, sure to be a great photo to go viral.

“Four!”

“Think we’re all done here? Still got some breath in there?” she then asked, pinching the face of Vermeil to look down and catch a glimpse of to revel in that look.

“Fi-!”

And just before Troia got the five count that resulted in a DQ, she bounced off, hands thrown up to show she was done… before grabbing onto that hair and yanking back to slam the back of Vermeil’s head against the mat!

The crowd was intense, a mix of boos and cheers from those who hated the display of cheating and those who loved how Troia showed off, and she reveled in all of it. Loving the feeling of the crowd making such loud noise for her.

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Vermeil’s frustration only grew as Troia mercilessly held her throat down to the ropes. She continued to squirm and writhe to escape but Troia had her just where she wanted. As the count began and Troia wiggled her hips before pushing down harder, Vermeil couldn’t believe what was happening to her.

‘How?! How is this… little… cheating bitch doing this to me??’

The count continued and Vermeil’s cheeks started to blush red, both from the intensity of the situation and the embarrassment of the camera that was licking up every moment of this. A match that was so firmly in her grasp, now had Vermeil being humiliated by a fangirl who barely even reached her shoulder.

She heard the ref’s count nearing 5, and although a DQ would be nice, she knew Troia wasn’t stupid. Besides, after Troia pinched her cheek for the final moment just to add to her embarrassment, Vermeil knew she for sure wanted to deal with her herself.

“You… you’ll pay…”

The count finally ended as Troia let go just before 5, and Vermeil took a big, grateful breath, leaning tired over the middle rope. She had been greatly woken up from her false confidence, and this match wasn’t gonna be as much of a pushover as she thought.

She panted deeply, taking the break with gratitude to the ref, however she quickly winced in pain once more as Troia grabbed a fistful of her blue-purple hair and yanked back, slamming her into the mat once more!

The crowd’s noise washed over the floored Vermeil, but she was still in too much of a brief daze to register much of it. She coughed and panted as she lay on her back, the back of her head now starting to ache too.