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!

[Monsy]

Spectre felt the itch to rake her eyes when she released a chuckle. She could imagine Trinette as a branch to stomp on once she got up. FIFTEEN or not, wait—

Her hair was grabbed and pulled, stuffed underneath and clamped into a choke. The audacity to interrupt her planning! “GRK!” Then it hurt. Her airway felt clamped and folded. Neck pained by the torque that felt like Trinette wanted to decapitate. Her nerves seared at the base as she gurgled to breathe.

Blood was cut off. If not perfectly, then enough to feel the cold rushes and warm surges of her body both lose strength and cling to it. Her legs loosely crossed behind Trinette’s back for the duration carried, she felt more arrested by her bodily cage. She flushed red as air sapped and her grip on Trinette’s arm bore nothing. Then her own shut off and hanged. When she stood, her legs were more sacks of weight that hardened partially to stand.

She was yet to set her bearings. Her footing planted, but with a wider base. Now on two feet, she put two hands against Trinette’s upper midsection, prepared to shove. Prepared to reach out for Trinette’s winding up arm in what made her throat suddenly squeeze and abdomen clench into a knot.

She reached too high. The payload buried into her stomach and crushed it her soft flesh to its shape. A desperate Virus cried out in its last split second, “nNOot aGAIN!!” Then it became contorted, choked and forced out like a dying banshee shriek. Her eyes peeled upward, teeth gnashed and face losing its colour as spittle flung from her protruding tongue. Her body spiked in agony, legs, back, gut and head felt numb, loose or heat flash. She heard Trinette’s chuckle like it were ringing in her ears, smothering any coherent thought she mustered.

Then she didn’t so much as resist as just… slump towards Trinette’s swinging arm after seeing double, face against her shoulder.

[Devastated]

The Paladin kept one leg stationed in between Spectre's legs, with her knee pressed against the corner post in case the villainess decided to have her legs give out under her and slump down, simply to give her a resting area and to prop her up for the incoming big punch straight into that breadbasket! Her fist sunk into that battered tum as she felt the body of Spectre jolt a bit before slumping forward and against her.

Trinette would keep her fist firmly pressed against that midsection, her knuckles still digging in as she began to twist and grind her fist into those abs, really making sure to give some much needed and deserved punishment to the virus. Her knuckles would firmly drag against that belly as she tried to make sure to press her fist in hard against that taut tum.

After a few more seconds of this, the bluenette would finally pull her arm back and take a step away from Spectre though she wasn't about to let her fall or slump. She would try and catch and lift Spectre up into her arms. Her goal was to finally get this match going, officially speaking. That meant getting the match into the ring. Trinette would ascend the steel steps with Spectre in her arms if she continued to remain docile, she would proceed to climb up to the top ropes and take a stand at the top turnbuckle! The Paladin would then proceed to try to haul Spectre upside down in her arms, one arm in between those legs and the other under those shoulders to keep her upright.

Taking a deep breath, Trinette would look to take the fight into the ring with a high impact move! As she decided to throw herself forward and descend, villain first! Her goal was to slam Spectre down from that height with an avalanche powerslam, driving herself down on top of her vile foe!

[Monsy]

"Aaaaagggggghh....HUGH!...Gn-nghhhhhhhh!!"

Spectre's eyes completely bugged out and she started biting her lip viciously as the fist dragged. Her pelvis was rubbing on Trinette's thigh, then squirmed on the spot as she grabbed onto the creases of Trinette's leotard around her legs. Her eyes watered and then broke into wet tears around her eye-mask. Her teeth clenched so hard she thought they'd shatter.

And there was no breathing in. For she had little give in her diaphragm to really push unless she wanted to fan flames of her own screaming nerves. So when she ran out, what remained was this quiet whimpering trickling up Trinette's shoulder, collar and against her ear till it turned even more absent. Just a "G-gguuuu..." As her voice was finally erased.

Then when it pulled out, she gasped out and felt her legs sag like they were waist-deep in molasses. She took one step, but her stance was still marked by legs that noticeably quivered. She felt more towel than person. The kind where you take it out of the dryer just minutes before end-cycle. Warm, sweaty to the touch as the moisture was clinging to skin.

"Want some...Dirt in your...eye?"

Then she was picked up. Admittedly Spectre didn't even noticed herself tipping. But she did. Slowly and right into Trinette's strong arms whom lifted her off the ground and inverted her world. She found her face right up against the lower half of Trinette's abdominal region, near the waist. At first she wagged her limbs around to what was allowed. Her legs folded, then unfolded. Her uncoordinated hands grabbed onto thigh skin around the back, clawed and then dragged it up slow. Her knees shuffled around, searching for what they could beat up. Spectre's thighs found Trinette's cheeks, so started squeezing. She had soft, albeit comfy legs to the touch but an added muscle underneath that was meant to endure.

"SSssssay something, wwwwitch!" She said with a struggle.

But despite her protests, they went high and Spectre gulped. Her maw dried somehow more than before and her skin sweat, the colour escaping as her mouth formed an O-shape, then shook her head in a silent 'no-no-no!' while the crowds all festered with anticipation, smiles and started stomping their feet for the impending ceremony of the glorious drop!

"GYAGGGHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh."
("YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!")

Spectre's scream was a desperate plea from her vocal chords, lasting a full five seconds as her volume decayed to whispered peril. Her mouth gaped as pain stuck like napalm. It felt numb. She felt numb. Her four limbs all kicked-up like they were shocked, elevating on acute angle till they stiffened, spasmed briefly, then flopped down to resemble a well-spread star-fish. Spittle not only flew, it came back down on her face and splatted her cheek, giving it a red tint as she burned up with anguish. Her eyes stared dead at the ceiling, face frozen in the expression upon impact with just evermore confusion in those purple hued glassy eyes.

[Devastated]

Trinette's trek up the steel steps and then her subsequent climb up the ropes was marred by the complaints and demands of the Virus trapped in her arms, she felt the struggling all the way up, the grabbing of her thighs, her butt...she frantic attempts to free herself, to find something to grab onto and struggle. Yet, the Paladin remained steadfast, and stayed her course. She climbed up to that great height, and for the moment she did not reply...she intended to let her actions speak for her, at least for the very moment!

The impact came shortly enough as she threw herself down and slammed Spectre onto the canvas from that great height, The two women crashing like a meteor into the ring with an explosive official start to the match! The second they hit the canvas the referee called for the bell and the match to officially start off! Trinette huffed as she laid on top of Spectre for a second.

"So it begins, Villain." Trinette finally spoke back to Spectre, voice laced with confidence while carrying an undertone of disdain for her villainous foe, she pushed up to her knees and then shifted to place her weight down on top of Spectre's chest, practically taking a seat there as she reached out for the right leg of the redhead and forced it under her right armpit to lean backwards and lock in a firm pin on the Virus! The referee dove into the ring and would proceed to begin the first official pin count of the match.

[Monsy]

DING-DING-DING

The official starting garnered a continuous rumble of energy from the crowd. A wave of joy striking faces who were becoming enthused to Trinette's debilitating methods catching its three-peat. The sound of that sentence. Who it was against! It made them salivate. Perhaps the fastest pin in all of official matches, beginning with Spectre leg-spread wide! Seating her chest only groan briefly to what air still lurked. The cameras zoomed in from multiple angles, catching the Virus's spread pelvis, her dead face and the state of her reddening belly to feasting eyes! Her lower back briefly arched as her head tipped back, tensing before going totally limp.

The referee slid down, delivering a wind-up to each count, extending just a touch each slap of canvas.

"ONE!"

Spectre's hand only twitched. Her head went left to right idly in dizzy searching.

"TWO!"

Fully still, her cheek kissed the mat.

"THREE!"

[Devastated]

The sound of the crowd was almost deafening as they became enthused and alive at the start of the official match. Though for the moment Trinette's focus was not one bit on the crowd, and not even fully on the referee as she sat atop the villainess chest, spread those legs apart as she held her firmly pinned underneath the Paladin. She saw the referee through the corner of her eye, slap her hand down against the canvas...but the main focus was on Spectre!

She waited, and watched for signs of movement from the Virus but when the third count came there had scarcely been much. She would nod her head and then released the leg, remaining seated for another second upon that chest. She placed her right hand down against the taut tum of the redhead and pressed down, pushing herself up to her feet by forcing her weight down upon that palm to steady herself. Perhaps a somewhat cruel way to rise, but she felt Spectre deserved it.

The blue-haired Paladin would then turn around and face the downed Villain's face. Leaning down to look at her as she would give her cheek a couple of taps, to see if she hadn't been fully knocked out? For if so, she probably should just pin her again. If she stirred, then Trinette would take a couple steps back to give her a chance to rise to her feet, allowing the match and the rules to be done in a proper and orderly fashion as they should be.

[Monsy]

She didn't have the current wits to mentally acknowledge Trinette's hands. Being used as her personal crutch suddenly forced her to groan in this shrieky and dry-throat manner like her air capacity was scraping the barrel. Her shoulders instinctively flexed back, fists into balls, toes curled and she'd subconsciously arc her back to avoid being crushed any further.

Then she released. Once it stopped, her strings once again slacked and she'd lay there trying to chug air into her system. Her stomach and chest would rise and fall vividly in rhythm while her maw hung open. Yet she wasn't really awake... Not till those taps.

"Huh?!" Spectre jerked and wiggled briefly on the spot.

The hand might’ve felt pleasant for a flash. Warm. Her face. She felt warm elsewhere too. Like a slowly forming greenhouse later over her portions by a small sheening layer of sweat. Her stomach was one following Trinette’s battering. Then the back of her nape. Her hairline. Chest. Her temperature climbed till she was self-baking, going from pink to red as her teeth gnashed and she turned over, looking ahead. Hair draped over her eyes in moving tresses.

“You!” She pointed from the ground, rising up to her hands and knees before… “Ow-hnhg..”
An arm crossed over her gut when it pinched.
“You tiny idiot!” And then she hacked. Thrice.

She continued to rise. Her back was now vertical and she placed a boot down. “B-Backing away from me.” She scowled, albeit her head occupied a small sway from her dizziness. Trinette was still shifting around her view, but it got better. She spat on the ground towards their boots. “Iiii…… didn’t give permission.”

Then she stood on two feet. One leg was clearly bending and her thighs were meshing together. Her shoulders were slouched and she visibly winced while holding a large palm over her bruising. She checked it, gulped, then wrinkled at the nose, forehead and brow that locked on a more steeled look. Albeit one where she simultaneously stumbled a step or two back, then forward three.

“Now get over here so my FIST!” She said with a spraying spit, making a throwaway punch at the air in a wide overhand arc that looked to almost throw herself with it. “Can shatter those crusty dry lips.”

[Devastated]

Trinette's rise may have seemed a bit cruel to some, but from the cheers of the crowd it seemed as if it was met with approval at the very least. Regardless she rose to her feet and stepped away from the fallen villain, giving her some breathing room so that she could rise to her feet as well if she would be capable of doing so. Trinette would scratch at her wrist a bit, she wasn't really used to wearing a watch of any kind and this crude device that had been latched onto her wrist caused her some irritation. She'd have to get this cut off of her when this match was done.

It took a few moments but soon it looked as if Spectre was awake and stirring. She watched as she exclaimed and pointed at her from the ground, which Trinette simply looked on and waited for the villain to begin to rise. It wasn't a speedy rise, it was clear that she was feeling the effects of the punishment that Trinette had already inflicted on her.

The Paladin watched as Spectre had her unsteady stance and narrowed her eyes at the comments she threw her way. Trinette would gesture with her head to the titan-tron which would display the timer and now also display the score. 1-0 in favour of the Paladin.

The knight would nod at the provocation of Spectre, because if the villainess wanted to throw out a challenge then the bluenette would answer. She'd raise her arms, clenching her hands into fists as she would approach the redhead! She stepped forward with full force to close the distance between them. She'd hold nothing back against the vile creature. Throwing her right arm out with force to try to smash her foe in the face with a powerful right hook! One which Trinette immediately followed up with another right, pulling her arm back and firing it off like a piston but this one went lower, to smash into the body of Spectre as she aimed to nail her in the ribs! She'd proceed to then swing a left at Spectre's cheek and repeat with a one-two of her left and right jabs to the villain's features...before ending off with a strong left uppercut aimed square at the belly button of the Virus!