Sharon Donnery vs. Cassidy Ryder - Trash Talks for Dummies

[PrinceArjuna332]

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

Adjusting her own leotard, Sharon Donnery was ready for her match for tonight. She was slated to face Cassidy Ryder, an American wrestler just like her. She had vaguely heard of her before, though she had never encountered her, because she spent a majority of her early career as a professional wrestler in Japan before returning to the US for a short time. Then, she returned to Japan to join LAW, alongside her former roommate and infrequent tag partner, Michelle Bennett.

And tonight, Sharon would be facing this Cassidy for the first time in the ring. From what she had heard, she was quite a character, though in comparison to most other wrestlers signed up to LAW, she was comparably normal. At the very least, she would get to have a decent match-up for tonight, in addition to an opportunity to add another win under her belt. Of course, she wasn't going to underestimate this Cassidy, knowing that she was a moderately successful wrestler to have signed up here.

Giving herself one last look, Sharon was satisfied. Her match would soon begin, and she left the locker room, making her way to the ramp as her music was playing. She received a moderate pop from the crowd. As a wrestler, she didn't quite stand out among the roster members, but she provided a reliable source of entertainment in the ring with her in-ring skill. And of course, her cool and calm demeanor still had its own fans, and while she didn't receive an arena-shaking pop, she still had a decent following among the audience.

Sharon Donnery

Sharon would soon reach the ring, and she climbed up the apron and rolled under the ropes to get into it. Raising her hand, earning her another decent pop, Sharon would then do some light stretches, preparing herself for the match. This also gave the crowd quite a show of her curvaceous body covered under her strapless black leotard. After she was done, Sharon then went towards a corner, draping her arms over the top ropes, waiting for her opponent to show up. Her eyes were on the entrance so that she could see Cassidy make her appearance.

[Weonna]

The rowdy southern rock music blasted through the arena as Cassidy Ryder strutted onto the stage, microphone in hand, with her signature cocky grin stretched across her face.

Cassidy Ryder

Theme Music

"WELL NOW, LOOK WHO WE GOT HERE!"

Cassidy hollered, slapping her thigh and tipping her hat.

"Ms. Cool, Calm, and Collected herself—Sharon Donnery! Look at ya, standin’ there all leaned up against them ropes like this is just another day at the office. But lemme tell ya somethin’, sugar—ya just clocked in for the longest shift of yer life!"

The Texan brawler made her way down the ramp with a swagger in her step, tossing playful winks at the fans before pointing straight at Sharon.

"Now, I done heard all ‘boutcha, darlin’. Traveled the world, wrestled all kinds o’ folk, got yer lil’ fancy hold-based game goin’ on—real technical, real methodical, all that thinkin’ and strategizin’… but lemme ask ya this: how’s all that work out when I start throwin’ hands?"

Cassidy climbed up the steps, pausing on the apron as she leaned against the ropes, smirking down at Sharon, who still had that completely unimpressed expression on her face.

"Oh, I see it already. That look. That whole ‘I ain’t got time for this nonsense’ face. But darlin’, lemme tell ya somethin’—I live to be nonsense! An’ if I gotta be the one to knock thaterious little scowl off yer face, then I’m gonna enjoy every single second of it"

Stepping into the ring, Cassidy strutted right up to Sharon, leaning in with a teasing grin.

"See, I ain't like them fancy Japanese wrestlers ya used to tangle with. Nah, I ain't gonna stand back an’ letcha think ‘bout yer next move—I’m gonna be all up in yer business, hittin’ ya like a runaway freight train ‘til ya ain’t got time to think ‘bout nothin’ but how bad yer head’s spinnin’!"

Cassidy gave a playful tilt of her hat before tapping her chin.

"Y’know, actually, I gotta ask—does anythin’ ever get to ya? Or ya just sit there all day, judgin’ folks like a grumpy schoolmarm? C’mon now, Sharon, give me somethin’! A lil’ fire, a lil’ sass! Hell, I’ll take a frown deeper than the one ya already got!"

Cassidy took a step back, holding her arms wide open.

"But I get it, sugar. Maybe ya just ain’t built for all this. Maybe ya ain’t used to someone who fights with their fists and their mouth! Well, buckle up, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t just here to beat ya—I’m here to bug the ever-lovin’ hell outta ya while doin’ it!"

Cassidy grinned ear to ear, waiting for Sharon’s reaction—knowing damn well that if her words didn’t get under her skin, her loud, relentless presence absolutely would.

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Sharon narrowed her eyes when Cassidy started speaking, and within two minutes of listening to her words, she already had a scowl on her face. This was one of those wrestlers again, she thought to herself. Of course, Sharon would give Cassidy her opportunity to speak whatever she wanted to speak, though those words were getting on her nerves. Not because of the message that Cassidy was trying to convey to her, but because she was being too talkative and loud.

"You talk too much."

Sharon rolled her shoulders as she readied herself for the match. She had no doubt that this Cassidy would talk her ears off throughout the match, and she knew that this would be an annoying match-up. Still, a match was still a match, and all she had to do was to beat her. Best case scenario, she might even be able to silence her.

[Weonna]

Cassidy just laughed loud enough for the front row to hear, tipping her head back with a big ol’ grin.

"Ohhh, darlin’… if you think this is me talkin’ too much, then sugar, you ain’t heard nothin’ yet!"

she fired back, her tone dripping with that playful Texas sass. She gave her hat a little tilt and winked.

"An’ you ain’t gonna silence me, neither—you can try, but I’ll be yappin’ all the way through the three-count."

The referee stepped in, putting a hand on each woman’s chest to keep them apart as they lingered in their corners. Cassidy kept her eyes locked on Sharon the whole time, that smirk never leaving her face. She even mouthed "You ready, sugar?" just before the bell rang.

DING! DING!

Cassidy stepped forward immediately, boots clacking on the canvas as she began to circle. Her hands flexed open and closed, eyes studying Sharon’s stance while her voice kept flowing.

"C’mon now, don’t be shy, give ol’ Cassidy a hug—Texas-style!"

She lunged in for the collar-and-elbow tie-up, locking up with Sharon’s upper body. The moment their arms clashed, Cassidy dug her boots in and leaned all her weight forward, trying to use her ranch-raised strength to force Sharon backward. She grunted through her teeth as she pushed, looking to drive Sharon toward the ropes and put her under early pressure—

—but leaving just enough give in her stance for Sharon to decide whether to dig in and resist or let herself get driven back.

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Sharon let out an annoyed grunt, knowing that she would be having quite a rough time here, not particularly because of the possible difficulty of the match. She got ready for the clash between herself and Cassidy, a displeased look remaining on her face.

Soon, it was time to fight, and Sharon closed in to lock-up with Cassidy in a collar-and-elbow tie up. She grunted as she felt the push from her opponent, but she stood her ground, resisting her as she tried to figure out a way to get around this predicament. As the two of them remained in the tie-up, Sharon was slowly pushed back by her opponent.

[Weonna]

Cassidy dug her boots into the canvas and leaned all her weight into the tie-up, that grin never leaving her face.

"C’mon now, darlin’—you got roots or wheels? ‘Cause I’m ‘bout to find out real quick!"

she barked, her voice carrying loud enough for the front row to chuckle.

With a sudden surge, Cassidy managed to push Sharon back step by step until her opponent’s shoulders pressed against the ropes. The referee stepped in quickly, wedging himself between them to enforce the clean break, but Cassidy used that little window of space to her advantage.

"Oh, I ain’t done yet, sugar!"

she hollered, and before the ref could peel her away, Cassidy started firing off short, sharp punches to Sharon’s midsection and ribs, peppering her with brawler’s blows. The crowd roared, half cheering, half jeering as Cassidy rattled Sharon’s frame with her flurry.

The ref barked at her to back off, and Cassidy finally obliged—only to grab Sharon’s wrist and yank her into an Irish whip. With a snap of her hips, she sent Sharon sprinting across the ring, leather boots pounding the mat as Cassidy positioned herself for the next strike.

"Let’s see if ya can fly, sweetheart!"

she crowed, charging forward at full tilt, arm cocked out for a hard clothesline meant to flip Sharon right off her feet—

—but she left just enough of an opening for Sharon to duck under if she was quick enough.

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Sharon gritted her teeth, half-strained, half-annoyed by her predicament as well as by the absolute chatterbox that was her opponent. Soon enough, Sharon could feel her back touching the ropes, and while this would give her a rope break, her opponent decided to use this opportunity to hit her with light strikes, causing Sharon to groan as she tried to block the short jabs and strikes.

Fortunately, the referee put a stop to that, though Sharon wasn't out of danger just yet, as she was pulled away by Cassidy from the ropes before she was sent running towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Running towards the opposite ropes, Sharon rebounded from them and returned back to where her opponent was. Seeing that Cassidy was ready to hit her with a clothesline, Sharon ducked, avoiding the strike.

Sharon would make her way towards the ropes from where she came from, rebounding from them to add more momentum in her movement. From there, she would return back to where Cassidy was, so that she could hit her with a crossbody block, launching herself upwards before using her own body weight to take her opponent down onto the canvas.

[Weonna]

Cassidy barely had time to process Sharon ducking under her arm before she felt the sudden impact of the crossbody slam her right to the mat.

"Oof—hellfire!"

she barked as her back hit the canvas, the crowd popping for Sharon’s quick counter. Cassidy’s cowgirl hat flew off, tumbling across the ring as both women landed hard. Sharon’s crossbody had connected cleanly—enough to rattle Cassidy’s lungs and knock the wind out of her for a second—but the match was just getting started, and Cassidy’s adrenaline was surging like wildfire.

She rolled onto her side, coughing once before letting out a strained laugh, eyes darting to where her hat had landed near the ropes.

"Alright, alright, ya got me, sugar!"

she called out, patting her head dramatically and feigning horror.

"Now hold on just a sec—ya mind handin’ me my hat before ya break somethin’ else? That’s genuine Texas leather, y’hear?

Cassidy grinned from the mat, still catching her breath but clearly not fazed. Even after taking the hit, her spirit hadn’t dimmed—if anything, she was just getting warmed up, her cocky spark alive and well as she waited to see if Sharon would play along or press the attack.