Voltage Vixens - Lyssa Watts vs. Juno Bailey

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Shock Collar Match
Two boxes are placed at ringside - one with a shock collar, one with the control to activate the collar. The competitor who first collars and shocks their opponent wins.

The backstage area hummed with the usual pre-show chaos - wrestlers stretching, crew members shouting into headsets, the distant roar of the crowd bleeding through the walls. Juno sat on a equipment crate in the gorilla position, one leg bouncing restlessly as she retaped her right wrist for the third time. Not because it needed it, but because her hands needed something to do to battle with the excitement and nerves that coursed through her veins until the chaos made her eyes flare.

She'd heard enough about Lyssa Watts to know that she was part of the show, tonight, beyond even the stipulation. Kind of wrestled like she enjoyed breaking people. Which, to be fair, she probably did. Juno couldn't exactly judge - she'd signed up for this match specifically because it pushed the boundaries of thrills and sanity.

Brooklyn had given her the look when she'd mentioned it. That particular blend of concern and exasperation that said "I know I can't stop you, but I want it on record that this is stupid." Juno had just grinned and said something about how the voltage wouldn't be that bad. Famous last words, probably.

She stood up, shaking out her limbs and rolling her neck until it popped. The lightning-patterned gear clung to her frame like a second skin, the blue and yellow practically glowing under the harsh backstage lights. She caught her reflection in a nearby monitor and paused, turning slightly to check herself from different angles. The sports top hugged her chest, the bottoms sat perfectly on her hips, and the overall effect was exactly what she wanted: electric, dangerous, ready to put on a show.

A stagehand with a headset appeared beside her. "You're up in thirty seconds."

"That long?" Juno replied, flashing him a grin that was probably a little too manic.

She moved to the curtain, pressing her palms against the cool metal of the equipment rack beside it. Her pulse kicked up another notch - that beautiful anticipation of finally doing something that made her tingle all over thinking about how it could go. She'd either win and have that thrill or... well, she'd been shocked by much worse before. Of course, it was less the collar that filled her head as a part of the alternative, but what the match would entail that would lead to one of the two of them getting that treatment.

Her music exploded through the sound system, and Juno exploded just as wildly through the curtain. A wild grin splitting her face as the stage lights hit her. She paused at the top of the ramp, soaking in the split reaction from the crowd - cheers, wolf whistles, all of it sending adrenaline crashing through her veins. She brought one arm up to flex her bicep, turning slightly to show off the definition in her arm before pointing finger guns at the nearest camera. "Hope you're ready for a shock to the system!" she called out, her voice barely audible over the music but her energy unmistakable.

Then she was moving, bounding down the ramp with infectious enthusiasm. She high-fived outstretched hands on both sides, never breaking stride, her blonde hair whipping behind her in a cascade of loose waves and tight braids. Halfway down, she paused to strike a pose for a fan's camera phone - one hand on her hip, the other making a peace sign, lips pursed in an exaggerated kissy face - before continuing her charge toward the ring.

At ringside, she hopped onto the apron in one smooth motion, grabbing the top rope. Instead of immediately vaulting over, she paused, turning to face the crowd with a theatrical flourish. She ran one hand slowly through her hair, sweeping it back from her face, then grabbed the bottom of her crop top and gave it a teasing adjustment - not revealing anything, just drawing attention to what was already on display. The wolf whistles intensified.

Yeah, she could get used to that.

With a wink to the hard camera, she launched herself over the top rope, landing in the center of the ring with catlike grace. She immediately went into another flex, this time a double bicep pose that showed off her arms and the toned definition of her abs. She dropped the pose and rolled her shoulders, bouncing on the balls of her feet as her eyes flicked to the two lockboxes positioned at opposite corners. One contained the collar. One contained the remote. And somewhere backstage, Lyssa Watts was probably finishing her own prep.

She moved to the ropes facing the entrance ramp, draping her arms casually over the top rope as her music began to fade. The grin never left her face, but her green eyes sharpened with predatory focus. Who was this Lyssa Watts, then, and why was Juno's imagination already getting the better of her as she thought about what they were about to try to do to each other?

Spoiler

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This was a big moment for Lyssa. She’d always wanted a shock collar as part of her toolbox and now the league were practically giftwrapping one for her! Of course, there was the small matter of actually winning the match first. On this, she was quietly confident, although she knew better than to underestimate her opponent too much.

She’d never actually met Juno face-to-face. This feud of the ‘Voltage Vixens’ was a largely confected one – LAW’s eager journos had noticed the similarity between the two wrestlers, and had asked pointed questions in promos, obviously aiming to prod the women into a fight. Lyssa had almost been joking when she had suggested the rather savage stipulation, and it was a surprise that Juno had accepted it. Whether or not that made her brave, ambitious, or just plain stupid… well, that remained to be seen.

Lyssa had secured a favoured dressing room near the entrance, and when she saw Juno on the monitors, she knew that it was go time. She gave herself a final look-over in the mirror, and marched toward the arena with a grin. Glancing through the curtain, she could see Juno excitedly posing for the crowd, stirring them up. She’s hot, and she knows it, mused Lyssa, already priming herself to look for weaknesses to exploit. This was a match that neither girl could afford to lose.

Finally, her call came through, and Lyssa felt a rush of excitement, striding quickly and confidently onto the entrance ramp, as her guitar music blazed. She always cut a striking figure, as far as first appearances went – her sleek, electric-blue hair (and matching nails) saw to that. Her short black vest top and denim shorts left much of her pale, athletic figure on display. Black boots, wraps and choker gave her a slightly rougher look than you might expect from an impish middleweight, with her darkly lined eyes and wolfish smile hinting at a domineering streak, once you looked closely enough.

Briskly making her way to the ring, she held out her arms in knowingly arrogant self-adulation. This was going to be her fucking night. Largely dismissive of the crowd, Lyssa did pause when she saw the same fan that had snapped Juno’s pose, reaching desperately over the barrier for another pic. Lyssa stopped briefly, only to snarl mockingly and flick them two V signs, telling them in her own British way to fuck off.

Cackling to herself as the crowd noise intensified at her cheap heat, Lyssa skipped up the steps and nimbly spun sideways through the middle and upper ropes. Energised by the prospect of this scrap, she bounced on her feet, surveying the ring with a proprietorial air, before fixing her eyes on Juno’s corner.

She is hot, Lyssa purred to herself, as she took in the abs, the curves, and the sparkle of the blonde in front of her. The smile that Lyssa flashed her opponent across the ring was genuine.

“This should be fun,” she drawled. “I’ve been itching to get my hands on a new toy to play with!” she smirked, as her eyes went from the shock collar boxes, back to Juno, making it clear that she was talking about both.

Lyssa