Standard Match: Callista Caldwell (d) vs Trish Stuart (d)

[Sigma Morgan]

Standard Match

Win via pinfall, submission, or knockout

Standard rules are in effect


"You don't have to be in costume, you know that right?" Trish asked as she put her wrestling top on. "I don't have to babysit you either" Reagan replied sarcastically with her back turned to Trish, giving her sister some privacy as she got dressed before turning around to see her in her pink and white gear.

Trish Stuart

Reagan Stuart

"I forgot you were in charge because you were born twenty minutes before me" Trish replied equally sarcastically before giving her sister a smile. "Still moms favorite though" she added to playfully tease her sister before closing her locker. "Sure you are, just remember that the next time we're sparring at the gym" Reagan replied stretching her arms over her head as her sister walked past her towards the door.

Reagan joined her in the hallway, following just a few inches behind her. "Nervous?" Reagan asked as the two walked towards the curtain area. "No, just a normal match, bigger crowd but nothing that different I guess" Trish replied. "Make sure you don't choke in front of everyone" Reagan teased as the two made it to the curtain.

Trish was set to enter first, waiting for her music to start as her sister planned to accompany her to the ring in order to supporter her as well as make sure things went properly. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Trish's music started, Reagan held back for a few seconds as her younger sister stepped through the curtain before following her out, making sure that Trish was the center of attention and not herself.

The youngest Stuart twin smiled and posed for the crowd for a few moments before turning to her sister and grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her towards the center of the stage to get her some attention before giving her a hug. Reagan blushed for a moment, worried about stealing some of her sisters spotlight before relaxing. Releasing her sister, Trish walked to the ring, with Reagan following behind her until the reached the ring where Trish went ahead of her and hopped up onto the apron before sitting on the middle rope and pushed against the top rope, holding them open for her sister as she entered the ring.

Reagan then hopped down and took her place at ringside by the barricade. Trish went to her corner, not sure how to make a flashy entrance, instead opting to ready herself for her debut match and wait for her opponent to arrive.

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista sat in the locker room for what felt like hours, the dull buzzing of the overhead lights and the distant pitter patter of a leaky faucet being the only sounds that filled her sector. She flipped the pendant across her fingers, the cold metal stinging her fingers with brief pricks of cold. Her initials were scrawled into one side, the other adorned with a picture of her late father. The black wrestling attire was tight and a tad bit too revealing for Callista's likings, but she grew accustomed to the discomfort it bought. It helped her keep her mind from drifting towards home.

Callista Caldwell

"Here's a change of scenery, aye Calli?" she muttered to herself under her breath. The transition to the new wrestling league was stark, nothing like the small indie circuit she was used to. The pay wasn't half bad, and the roaring crowd helped dull the world around her and focus her senses. Once her music began playing however, Callista snapped back to reality. "Showtime, old girl. Let's try not to embarrass yourself during your debut." Callista lifted herself off the bench and marched toward the curtain that led out to the backstage area, where she'd emerge in front of the roaring audience.

Once her exact cue hit, Callista gracefully marched down the ramp, trying to manage every single muscle fiber to make sure that she expelled confidence with every step. If she was scared, she definitely wasn't going to let her opponent see it. She peered across the see of blurred faces and flashing lights. A long way from home, she thought. Still, she presented a warm smile to the crowd, hoping she could leverage it to be a new face of the league.

Upon reaching the apron, Callista clambered up the side, grabbing the top rope and with some heaves, somersaulted over the top rope before rolling and tumbling into the center of the ring, hopping up and landing on her feet with outstretched hands. Good, we didn't injure ourselves entering the ring. Let's try to keep that energy throughout the entire match now.

Callista came to rest in her corner, eyeing the girl standing across the ring from her. Cute, she thought to herself. Callista stretching her arms and legs, bouncing eagerly in her corner. She came to put on a show and hoped to impress the crowd, she just hoped she didn't hurt the other girl too badly in trying to do so.

[Sigma Morgan]

"Just don't get confused and try to tag me in" Reagan teased her sister as they waited for Trish's opponent to make her entrance. "It happened one time, okay?" Trish mumbled before her opponent's music started, and their conversation ceased. Trish got a good view of her opponent on the Jumbotron, a bigger girl in a tight, revealing outfit, certainly not someone lacking in sex appeal.

Trish stretched her arms as the woman made her way to the ring, starting to notice she was at a size disadvantage, especially once the woman was on the ring apron, ready to propel herself over the top rope. Trish took a deep breath as her opponent got in the ring and went to her corner. "Just dont do anything dumb" Reagan said as she slightly backed away from the ring and took a good long look at her sister's opponent.

Trish nodded as the referee approached her, checking to see if she was ready before doing the same with her opponent. When both women were set, the bell rang. Trish stepped towards the center of the ring. Waiting for her opponent to meet her. "Good luck" she said with a smile before raising her hands, ready to circle her opponent, waiting for the chance to lung forward for a collar and elbow tie up with her opponent if the woman didn't beat her to it.

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista took a deep breath and bounced on the heels of her feet, letting the loose energy coalesece inside her muscles as she prepared to channel them into her match. The ref did the standard pre match check up and Callista only offered a slow nod to signal her ready. She studied Trish briefly, taking in the stance, the nerves behind the smile, the way her hands raised just a little too quickly as the bell rang. Callista stepped forward, rolling her shoulders once, and accepted the challenge.

"Good luck darling", Callista purred, trying to channel her inner sultry twirl to mask any residual nerves or jitters that still lingered. If she had any doubts about her ability to win, she was going to make sure they never got the chance to surface. "...and do try to put on a good show for the fans. I promise I won't hurt you too badly" she cooed with a playful wink, fully immersing herself in her flirty yet stormy persona.

Callista met Trish's position in the center of the ring with one of equal anticipation, her knees and elbows bent and reactive, like a coil ready to return whatever strikes or blows Trish would send her way. Her palms were open towards Trish and she began to wiggle her fingers, as if taunting Trish to move in and make the first move.

[Sigma Morgan]

Trish stepped forward, ready to do everything in her power to overcome her opponent, both fighters with there palms up, seemingly ready to start things off like a true wrestling match! Reagan simply leaned back, near emotionless watching her sister as she lunged forward for a collar and elbow tie up with her larger opponent. "Likewise" Trish replied to her opponent's previous statement. Knowing simply grappling with a larger opponent wouldn't get her anywhere Trish would bring her knee up trying to hit her opponent in the stomach to momentarily stun her! If successful Trish would move to pull her opponent down and into a side headlock working the woman's neck while trying to limit the woman's mobility.

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista smirked as she slowly felt Trish's defenses falter, her overbearing stature and physicality playing a role in the slight teetering of the scales in her favor. The expression was quickly wiped off her face when she felt a hard knee crash into her stomach with a meteoric impact! She could only let out a pained "OOF-" as the air was knocked out of her lungs. Her face was still left dumbstruck, her mouth agape in a wide O shape as she felt her body tilt forward and was suddenly wrung next to Trish's body, her headlock stunning Callista for the moment. Straining against the hold, Callista's hands began clawing and scraping at Trish's hands, using any catty maneuver to try and escape the hold!

[Sigma Morgan]

Trying to grapple with larger women often didn't go well, it didn't take a veteran wrestler to know that, and Trish was far from a veteran but no rookie! Her knee quickly proved to be an equalizer as her opponent slumped to her level, making it easy for her to pull her into a side headlock, pressing the woman's face against her body!

Trish gritted her teeth as Callista struggled against her and tried to claw at her arms and hands. Thankfully, her gloves protected her against most of the woman's efforts. Trish knew she had to do more to maintain her control over her opponent. Sliding her leg back, she would attempt to get it around one of her opponent's before tripping the woman and taking her down to the mat with herself coming down on top of her, still maintaining the tight headlock if successful!

[CallOfTheStorm]

Despite her best efforts to set her feet and weather the storm, Trish's leg hooked behind the larger woman's and Callista was forced to brace for impact instead, both gravity and Trish acting against her in a joint offensive. Callista let out a grunt as her body hit the mat with a thud, Trish falling on top of her for a double whammy with the headlock still engaged. Callista hissed through her teeth, her cheek mashed against Trish’s side, the crowd roaring at the underdog holding her ground. Her hands pressed firm against Trish’s hip and ribs, testing the strength of the grip while her legs kicked out to generate some leverage.

Callista could feel her control slowly slipping in the match and she needed to regroup and refocus if she didn't want to get snuffed out so quickly. Shifting her hips, she tried to snake a knee up and wedge some space, aiming to twist her body sideways. If she could just plant her feet, she’d surge upward, driving a shoulder and arm around Trish’s waist in an attempt to lift and roll the smaller woman, hoping to turn the tables and press her down beneath her instead. She was in too awkward of a position to launch a counterattack, but was more than familiar with using her body and assets to try and overwhelm and squish an opponent into oblivion!

[Sigma Morgan]

After taking Callista to the canvas while maintaining the side headlock, Trish flicked her head back to keep her bangs away from her face in order not to break her concentration or block her vision! If there was a silver lining for Callista in this position, it was the great and up close view of Trish's abs it gave her! It seemed the woman didn't see the bright side though as she only worked harder to get out! Trish felt her opponent's strong grip on her ribs and hips, gritting her teeth and trying to tighten her hold as Callista kicked her legs like a bucking bronco!

"Just lay back and relax" Trish teased as Callista managed to get her knee up and between them, loosening and limiting Trish's ability to maintain the hold. "Woahhh!" Trish let out as her opponent lifted her slightly, causing her hold to break as the woman rolled her off and managed to end up on top of her. A compromising position for the pink clad cutie to find herself in!

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista’s chest rose and fell as she finally broke the headlock, the rush of air filling her lungs sweeter than any taunt her opponent could throw her way. The smaller woman’s surprised squeal only fueled her grin as Callista rolled through and planted herself firmly on top, straddling Trish’s waist with her knees digging into the mat for balance. She caught the girl’s wrists and pressed them down beside her head, leaning in close enough that their foreheads nearly touched.

“Relax? You’ll find I’m much better on top, darling,” Callista purred, her storm-gray eyes locking on Trish’s as a playful smirk curled her lips. The crowd’s roar swelled as she let her weight sink just enough to remind the pink-clad cutie exactly who was in control.