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

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Troia was doing her best to stretch the rules to make up for the severe size and strength disadvantage, and after laying Vermeil out on the mat who seemed to be in a dazed disbelief, she wasn’t planning on stopping.

“Hello? Is Vermeil still home?” Troia taunted again as she mounted the laid out body of the bigger woman’s. “Let me knock and see…”

And then she proceeded to lay down a flurry of punches! Troia knew her punches weren’t too strong, but with the heavyweight in a dazed state, she was wanting to do anything to keep it up, including trying to rattle her with lefts and rights impacting against her face!

The referee chided her, but Troia kept up the onslaught for as long as she could, until a count eventually came and she lifted her hands up to stop…

… only to reach down and grab Vermeil’s hair and begin to lift and bang the back of her head down against the mat! Once again enticing the referee to yell at her and count her down, and once more Troia only stops just before the count of five, throwing her hands up as though she were innocent and standing up.

“Let’s go for a picture-perfect end to this brute, everyone!” Troia called out to the loud crowd, who booed her for her disrespectful display.

Walking over to the corner, Troia began to call Vermeil up, wanting to see her at a kneeling position… to run in and nail her with her Shining Wizard!

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Vermeil only weakly looked up at her opponent as she heard the fangirl’s taunting words and felt Troia mount her, and while all she wanted was a little nap to shake off the pain, she was harshly woken up by Troia’s fist impacting her face, the fangirl refusing to ever let up her rash offence.

Vermeil closed her eyes and quickly brought up her hands, blocking what she could, however punches still managed to slip through, catching Vermeil on the jaw and cheek. Though they weren’t exactly bone breaking, Vermeil knew that anything to wear her down wasn’t good to take, even if she could survive it!

As the larger wrestler powered through the onslaught of punches until the ref forced Troia to stop, she was lulled into a feeling of relief once more, before it was quickly turned false as Vermeil’s head was slammed into the mat a fair few more times!

The woman’s legs kicked out in frustration as she squirmed, gritting her teeth as she held on to Troia’s shirt, wincing repeatedly and holding in her grunts of pain.

Eventually, the ref separated the two once more, and Vermeil took deep breaths again as her head ached all over. The crowd’s boos were reassuring to hear, but they weren’t exactly in the ring helping her, so what was the point?

‘This… cheating scumbag…’

Vermeil did her best to shake herself awake as she slowly rose again, taking large breaths and pushing herself up into a kneeling position, barely seeing Troia in the corner setting up for a further attack!

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There was a clear strategy to Troia’s offense now, abusing the referee’s leniency and reluctance to call for a DQ in the two’s debut and when the crowd was so into it, and she used it to try and cement Vermeil deeper and deeper into her state of daze.

And after that flurry of punches and mat slams, Troia was now looking to capitalize with a third attack to the head, and her deadliest in the bunch.

Stalking Vermeil, waiting for her to get to that kneeling position, before running in. She was a bit slower than normal thanks to that previous Hell’s Torture wearing out her leg.

But still, Troia hoped she was quick enough to catch Vermeil off-guard, getting close to her and then stepping up onto her knee… and then thrusting her other knee directly against the jaw and cheek of her fiery opponent for a Shining Wizard, or as Troia calls it, a Headshot!

And if she could land that strong strike, Troia then fell into the cover, attempting to hook one of those long legs and push a hand down against the shoulder of Vermeil’s.

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Vermeil kneeled slightly dazed, still trying to shake herself back to full strength, however the pounding at the back of her head and jaw forced her to wince in pain as she tried, staying kneeled for a few moments more.

Those moments would prove costly however, as she heard her opponent begin to charge, and her eyes only barely registered Troia, who had now bounded a fair few feet from the corner, right towards Vermeil!

Before the wrestler even had a chance to bring up her hands or even attempt a dodge, Troia successfully propped herself up on Vermeil’s knee and clattered her own knee hard into the side of Vermeil’s face! The woman quickly fell backwards from the Shining Wizard, dubbed as the Headshot, and lay spread eagle as on her back, stunned.

Her head ached more than ever, and she knew she was in a really bad spot as she clung onto consciousness. She grunted as Troia swiftly fell onto her and hooked one of her long legs into the air for a pin, pushing Vermeil’s shoulder down with another arm. The ref slid in and the crowd counted anxiously. Surely it was done…

ONE!

TWO!

THR-!

As if a new life had possessed her, Vermeil gathered her strength to kick out right before three, reaching an arm out and keeping a shoulder up for dear life, as she lay on her side panting, and still in the match, for now!

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That Headshot landed perfectly, and Troia thought surely she had the win. The sound of her knee slamming against her face sounded through the arena, and the crumpled body of Vermeil looked like one of defeat, and thus the fangirl was confident in that pin. Smiling for the camera…

… only for her cocky expression to turn into one of shock upon that last second kickout!

“What?!” Troia called in surprise and outrage, taking a second to soak in what had just happened, and feelings of doubt beginning to seep into her if one of her best shots wasn’t enough to put down this giantess.

But she had to blink away those thoughts, shaking her head. Vermeil still laid beside her, and Troia had to keep up the offense in order to win this and keep this brute down!

Grabbing onto her hair again, Troia once more unleashed a flurry of slams, this time trying to bounce the head and face of Vermeil’s off the mat! “Stay! Down!” she yelled, accented by two more slams, before Troia scooted away, and tried to think of what to do next.

And then seeing the corner, Troia decided to try something risky. Standing up, she went over to the turnbuckle and climbed up it, shaking her leg along the way to try and get some strength in it.

Once at the top, Troia stood, beckoning Vermeil to get back up to her feet, hopefully dazed as she was before, and wide open for the fangirl to leap and take her down with a big diving Senton, aka the Fall of Troi!

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Despite all odd and a devastating signature by Troia, Vermeil had managed to stay in the match by the skin of her teeth! She lay on her side panting, recuperating her strength as she thought of how to capitalise on her new situation.

The crowd cheered as the match they were so intently watching was able to continue, and Vermeil could possibly silence the not-so-popular fangirl once more. Adrenaline coursed through Vermeil’s body as she recovered from the sequence of attacks, the cheers of the crowd rejuvenating her will to fight once more.

She wasn’t allowed much break of course, as Troia quickly grabbed her hair again and slammed her face first into the mat a few more times in rage, urging her to stay grounded, but Vermeil barely even felt the after effects, breathing slowly and deeply as she prepared to get up.

As Troia began to climb the turnbuckle, Vermeil dug deep and pushed herself up once more, gritting her teeth as she rose to a kneeling position, looking around to take in the bright lights and rowdy atmosphere while she could, and quickly acknowledging her opponent waiting for her at the top of the turnbuckle.

Vermeil glared out at Troia as she finally rose to her feet, the crowds cheers getting even louder at the sight. She knew Troia was attempting something big, and her suspicions were soon confirmed as Troia attempted a diving seated Senton from her elevated position, known as the Fall of Troi!

The impact landed perfectly, as Troia connected with Vermeil… however… the woman did not fall. Vermeil locked one leg back and quickly brought up her arms to catch Troia as soon as she landed, and despite a little stumble, the larger wrestler’s impressive strength prevailed, and she countered and caught the move!

Vermeil couldn’t resist a hidden smirk now that Troia was atop her shoulders, legs dangling over, and her eyes narrowed once.

“My… turn…”

The woman spat out with a grin before using every ounce of strength she could muster to slam her opponent down onto the mat with an earth-shattering Sit-Out Powerbomb, or what Vermeil calls The Devil’s Wrath!

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Troia thought she’d be seeing a dazed and confused look on the face of Vermeil as she rose up, but instead… it was a fiery look of determination! The last moment kickout and the loud crowd seemed to have rejuvenated her, and the fangirl looked shocked.

And so, in an attempt to bring her back down, Troia leapt to try and hit Vermeil with the Fall of Troi still, hoping that the full weight of herself landing on the chest of the heavyweight was enough to topple her.

Unfortunately, it seemed Vermeil could handle her weight just fine…

Caught in spite of a stumble, Troia’s eyes widened and she shook her arms. “Nononononono-!” she protested, trying to wriggle her way out, but that grip was too solid and she couldn’t move.

And before she knew it, she was sent on a violent path downward, before she landed hard on the mat with a big Devil’s Wrath!

“UNGH!” Troia gurgled out, her small body bouncing on impact of the powerbomb, even flipping over to lay on her front. Her body was wrecked, cheek pressed against the mat and sputtering out, just barely conscious after such a huge move, fingers twitching and eyes cloudy as they gazed at nothing…

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As Vermeil successfully countered the move, bringing Troia down with enough force to shatter earth’s core, her confident, almost scary grin had regained its place on her face once more, her eyes wide and manic with rage.

As she looked at Troia’s limp body, she let out a little giggle. She would normally finish a match with a move as devastating as Devil’s Wrath, but Vermeil had different ideas for the bratty fangirl who struck a few nerves.

She bunched up and grabbed both of Troia’s twintails with one hand and yanked on them with force as she stood up, pulling Troia up with her. She leant in close to admire her dazed, barely conscious face.

“Thought you were gonna claim your first big win, huh??”

She unleashed a sharp knee to Troia’s stomach right after she spoke, the crowd roaring at the sight of Vermeil regaining her energy.

“Thought you’d get away with the antics you pulled huh??”

She followed up her second comment with another headbutt right to Troia’s face, maintaining a firm grip on her twintails throughout.

“Now, you pay… and take the loss like the brat you are…”

She threw out one last punch to Troia’s jaw, but didn’t want to knock her out with something too strong and give her an easy escape for her punishment. Her smile continued as she then let go of Troia’s hair, grabbing her arm to Irish Whip her against the ropes, hoping to send her hurtling back.

If she could, she’d smoothly catch the bundling fangirl by the waist and quickly lift her into the air, before outstretching her own knee and bringing Troia down with force onto it crotch first for an Inverted Atomic Drop, AKA a Cruel Intentions!

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Troia was limp when Vermeil picked her up by her twin tails. It seemed as though that she could’ve gotten the win off of that devastating powerbomb, but in revenge for the cheating tactics at hand by the fangirl.

And the fangirl was defenseless when Vermeil began to exact this revenge, first with that knee strike to her gut!

“GRRRRGL!” Troia heaved out, spit flying from her lips and coating the top of the fangirl’s, before her mouth hung open in hard pants.

“Guuuhhh…” Troia then whined out, her voice weaker with that forehead crashing between her eyes and sending her into an ever further gaze. Eyes grew cloudier on impact and even rolled some, the damage to her head growing greater and greater.

And when that punch whipped against the jaw of Troia’s, she barely made a sound. More spit flew from her lips, but she wasn’t allowed to drop like a sack of bricks, as Vermeil seemed far from done with her.

Her body ran on instinct as it was tossed against the ropes, though she was bound to collapse until he rebounded right into Vermeil’s arms, lifted up, and then–

“Hnnngh…!” Troia gurgled as she was dropped crotch and tailbone first onto that knee, body tensing up, and her eyes almost completely rolling now before her body slumped forward, leaning onto Vermeil.

It seemed Troia was done, letting out sputtering pants and breathing heavily, but otherwise slack sat atop that knee. The referee came in close to lightly reprimand Vermeil for use of the atomic drop, but was otherwise powerless for what else was about to come…

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The beating was relentless, and even some members of the crowd felt the tiniest twinges of sympathy for Troia’s fate, as she was near enough finished off by that inverted atomic drop.

Vermeil paid little attention to the ref’s light reprimands, even with his close proximity and continued to grin, delighted in Troia’s state atop her knee. She placed a hand on top of Troia’s head, in a mockingly comforting manner.

“Aww, feeling sleepy little one?”

She giggled as she leaned a little closer, her eyes brimming with confidence and malice, ready to see the match come to its deserved end.

“Don’t worry… I’ll put you to sleep…”

Vermeil muttered quietly to Troia, laughing as she grabbed the fangirl’s head with both hands, removing her from her mounted position on her knee. She took one last admiring look at Troia’s dazed face before grabbing her arm, throwing it over her shoulder, and slowly placing her hand on Troia’s inner thigh to pick her up and set her up for her finisher.

She held the smaller woman upside down, her head buried between her legs in perfect position to carry out a devastating Tombstone Piledriver, or what she dubbed the Hellevator!

Vermeil raised her head to look away from Troia and out to the crowd once more, who all cheered and whistled in excitement and anticipation for the finish to this bout. The larger wrestler only grinned and winked one last time, before burying her head between Troia’s legs once more, getting ready to deliver the final blow.

Finally, with a heave, she lifted Troia up ever so slightly before dropping down to her knees and spiking the fangirl’s head on the mat for a brutal Tombstone Piledriver, AKA Hellevator!

The crowd roared with satisfaction as the power move was performed, and at last, surely Troia was put down for good.