The Paladin and the Virus: The Ironwoman Trial (Trinette Vailant vs Spectre)

[Monsy]

Spectre had no say in how her limbs moved. Her exposed hips, waist and thigh soared to high-angle showcase blessed by cameras and phone cameras. Trinette's shadow swallowed her and Spectre looked up with gaping eyes, shaking her head side-to-side rapidly. Her powerbombed back knocked the wind from her sail to voice anything. Her back slid, but the lycra made her stick. Her conscious didn't feel strong to really place her thoughts together. Slowly, she can feel her eyes rolling towards the back of her head, seeing the most punchable knight stare into her snake eyes with what she hoped was ungodly contempt. Her mouth hung open to lap for breath.

Her face experience a momentary heat wave when something landed on her groan, starting a small sweat down her spine. What little remained of her diaphragm's capacity was crushed by the full fold of the Paladin forcing her flatter to the ramp than ANY amount of comfort. Her eyes watered at the corners from the agony that hit her legs, then a groan when the full weight sealed her cage. Her lungs became that of someone who smoked for forty years, wheezing and panting from the Powerbomb's nauseating effect. She felt as though her body wrestled for an hour. Her legs and back did not want to move and she started to only feel agony in her hips. "TWO!"

Then she came alive again for "THREE!" to gaping eyes, revolted and blushing crimson to seeing her toes touch over her head. That her shadow was fully swallowed by the Paladin. That she couldn't even budge, no matter how much she gave her knees a folding pull or throwing her hips in either direction, she--"FOUR!"--was stuck! Crowds cheered! The Virus sputtered a spitting curse! "w-w-w-witch-." "FIVE!" The fan's faces wrote spelled joy and hunger for blood. Spectre thought only of turning their belly the deepest shade of purple. "SIX!" The referee showed his fingers to the crowd, then rose to their knees invigorated. "SEVEN!" She made every count an attempt at escape, no matter how small.

At the count of: "NINE!" she bit her lip and rolled her head back to squirm. "TEN!" Then grunted in struggle. "ELEVEN!" She curled her toes and again reached her arms to look for something to pull or to grip the referee to stop them. She couldn't reach either. "TWELVE!" She panted with a sense of desperation to fill her lungs again, having gone limp. "TWELVE!" But by this point, it didn't matter. She wasn't going to let this PUPPY PALADIN do her in. It was all just a FLUKE! A disqualifying scandal that needed to be addressed ASAP by her knuckles. Her arm threw itself over and flopped onto Trinette’s hair, gripping her scalp. "THIRT-TEEN!" She tugged on it for all she had, towards the ramp, then her second hand attempted to grab the same blue hair. "c-curse.." "FOURTEEN!" Together it was her only response. Nails dug in. Even if her arms tired, she still scratched."-y-you!"

[Devastated]

Trinette huffed out as she felt the slight movements of her foe, and heard the spitting curse escape her mouth. She looked down at the face filled with what she could only discern as white hot anger and venom. There was an ice cold calm in Trinette's eyes as she glared down at the Virus, watching her curse her and squirm in her grasp. She had steeled herself, her resolve was adamant...she would destroy this evil, vanquish it and do so in a show of force at that! Therefore she would pin her, dominate this reprehensible redheaded. Conquer the Evil.

The hands of Spectre found their way to Trinette's hair, she felt her grip and tug at her scalp a slight twitch of Trinette's eyebrow followed. Annoyance crept up within her as the Virus fought against the Paladin's pin. She leaned down even harder, pressing herself down against Spectre in an effort to assert her control on the villainess in this situation. Two hands now had handfuls of blue hair...Trinette remained firm and kept Spectre folded up as the referee finally called out loudly "FIFTEEN!"

Releasing a soft chuckle, right up against Spectre's face as their proximity was even closer now as she had leaned into the pin even more. She'd bring her arms up and try to grab onto the redhead's hair. Jerking on it to try and force it in under her right armpit. The blue-haired wrestler then sought to clamp her arm tight around that head, in an effort to lock in a guillotine choke! Her other arm reached down to start to force those legs around her waist. Leaning backwards and setting herself down onto her feet in a squat....the bluenette used her strong base to simply rise up and aimed to carry Spectre in a guillotine!

The Paladin would then look out at the crowd for a second, hearing the cheers and jubilation flow out from the audience before she took to walking towards the ring! She considered just chucking Spectre into the squared circle for a second....but she thought back to what she had been forced to endure backstage, and the mockery which Spectre had subjected her. Her head turned to the corner post...and she would walk towards it instead! Pressing Spectre's back firmly against it. Trinette would rear her left arm back and then angle herself slightly to the side so she could deliver a brutal punch aimed right at the tum! Hammering her fist into it like a morning star would through armour!