Silver Girls

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At the outset, Snow explained to Dixie how Clarissa typically reacted to defeat: she would lash out at those who had beaten her, as if incapable of accepting a definitive loss. This happened quite often—given that Clarissa is not exactly a highly skilled wrestler—and the current situation was a perfect example. The Brazilian Bombshell began shaking Noelle back and forth, barely noticing that Snow was still caught in her grip.

Although Noelle had previously tried to get inside the actress’s head—claiming that even the lightweight champion couldn’t break free from that hold—she ran headlong into the indomitable pride of a deranged daredevil; the kind of person who wouldn’t hesitate to spit in your face, even if you were Superman. Snow retorted by making it clear that, in her view, defeating Annie Clark held no merit whatsoever. Noelle couldn’t process Snow’s words in time, leaving her caught off guard; seizing the moment, Clarissa grabbed her roughly by the hair. The sudden, violent yank caused the alcohol in Snow’s system to hit her all at once, leaving her dizzy—as if she had suddenly become completely intoxicated. Despite the shaking, Noelle maintained her composure and decided to finish off Snow before turning her attention to Clarissa.

"Ugh!" Snow groaned as Noelle executed a *sit-out piledriver*, slamming her head and cervical vertebrae against the mat. This left Clarissa staring at the strands of hair caught between her fingers, while Snow’s body rolled backward, limp and dazed. Before Clarissa could react, Noelle landed a direct punch to her crotch, forcing her to double over the ropes, completely winded. "GAAAAHAAHA!" The heavyweight wrestler nearly dropped to her knees, but at that very moment, Noelle grabbed her by the arm and hoisted her up over the top rope. Clarissa’s jaw went slack as she found herself suspended upside down, resting across Noelle’s shoulders—it was likely the first time a lightweight wrestler had ever managed to lift Clarissa like that! Clarissa trembled, terrified of what was about to happen.

However, Noelle overlooked one small detail. There is a popular myth—supported by a few documented real-life cases—suggesting that people who are extremely intoxicated often sustain fewer serious injuries during brutal impacts because their bodies remain relaxed; being "limp as a rag doll" allows the energy of the blow to be distributed differently. Since the body isn't rigid from pain or tension, the impact of the head against the mat is absorbed in a curiously flexible way, which can sometimes prevent the person from losing consciousness.

As Noelle lifts Clarissa, Snow—moving with the chaotic, unpredictable agility typical of someone who is drunk—simply rolls to the side, dragging her body along. By pure instinct, she manages to move out of the line of impact just milliseconds before Noelle can secure Clarissa in the "Muscle Buster" position.

When Noelle drops down to execute the devastating "Muscle Buster," the full force of the impact—compounded by Clarissa’s entire weight—crashes directly onto the empty mat. Noelle slams Clarissa into the floor, but the damage intended for Snow never materializes.

Capitalizing on the momentum of her roll—with her adrenaline and blood-alcohol level both at their peak—Snow pushes off the ropes. She leaps to her feet, swaying unsteadily; her vision is blurred, but her face is twisted into a wild, furious grimace, her eyes bloodshot. With Noelle still pinned to the mat after executing her finishing move on Clarissa, Snow lunges forward—with frantic speed—and delivers a powerful knee strike, driving her strong, sturdy leg straight into Noelle’s chest.

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Noelle had already been irritated, but she was starting to become irritated in a different way. First seeded by Clarissa deciding to insert herself back into proceedings, and now fully solidified by the intruder rolling away from the Butt Drop half of what was effectively a Butt Drop Muscle Buster. These too women were obviously too weak to pose any meaningful threat to Noelle, yet they refused to stop coming at her. Demanding that this worthless farce drag on.

Fortunately, Noelle still got her Sea Dragon's Waterfall on Clarissa. Further fortunate, the drunkard mistook Noelle's position as a vulnerable state. After the intruder stumbled and staggered into position and charged. Noelle pulled Clarissa off of her shoulder and put her body in between herself and the incoming knee. Dealing Clarissa another blow that would hopefully keep her out of this through to the end.

Noelle wanted this to be over and done with, so she would attempt to handle the intruder in the way that would make it quickest to leave. Noelle would attempt to grab her, throw her behind to the floor, then go through the ropes and leave. Noelle trusted that the white haired woman would be too drunk to get up, get through the ropes, and follow her out before she could be long gone.

[APlaying]

The sharp thud of Snow’s knee, striking Clarissa squarely in the torso, echoed throughout the ring; the heavyweight let out a weak, ragged gasp before collapsing—completely motionless—onto the canvas. Before Snow could even realize she had struck the wrong target, or regain her balance after her reckless charge, the force of the impact sent her tumbling headlong onto the mat, where she rolled several times before coming to a stop on her back, her limbs splayed in every direction.

Snow rolled onto her side, letting out a stifled groan. She blinked rapidly at the overhead lights as everything around her spun violently. She tried to prop herself up on an elbow, but her limbs refused to obey. The actress couldn’t believe it; despite the competitive pride and tenacity she had shown—even in her intoxicated state—she hadn’t managed to lay a finger on Noelle. Now, Noelle was closing in, determined to end the matter once and for all, and Snow had no way to stop her.

But just as Noelle was about to grab her, Dixie stepped between them, placing a hand on Noelle’s shoulder to gently pull her back. "Hold on, this is going too far," said the tall, imposing woman, accompanied by others who had arrived to assist Snow and Clarissa. "At this rate, you’ll end up having to take on the entire hotel, don't you think?" she added with a smile.

Snow clenched her fists and gritted her teeth; feeling utterly humiliated, she kept her eyes fixed on Noelle. Meanwhile, the only sign of life from Clarissa was the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her ample bust, following the heavy blow that had left her completely unconscious.

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Noelle wasn't exactly grateful towards Dixie once she stepped in to finally put an end to this mess, on account of her taking so long that "finally" was used to describe Dixie doing so. But Noelle could suppose that it was better late than never. Regardless of her capacity to keep beating up on the two jobbers in the ring with her, Noelle certainly didn't want to have to.

"If you can make them stop attacking me, then I'm more than happy to get the hell out of here," Noelle said as she would try once again to leave the ring. "Some drunk idiot breaks into the ring, then once I handle her, the woman I already beat comes back into the ring to take a second shot at me," Noelle ranted as she stepped through the ropes.

"If you ever want to invite me back here again," Noelle continued, "just save yourself the trouble and don't. I certainly don't plan on wrestling in a place that can't control its own ring a second time." Noelle certainly could have said more, or said meaner, but she decided to avoid mouthing off hard enough that Dixie herself might decide to become the third woman to attack Noelle today..

[APlaying]

Dixie smiled mischievously at Noelle’s retorts; in truth, she could have ended the match the moment Snow nearly spat in her face, but that wouldn’t have made for a very interesting spectacle. "You’ve given the audience an incredible show," she said to Noelle, turning slightly to glance over her shoulder at the crowd, which was roaring with excitement—as if they had just witnessed a momentous event. "Anyway, by the time you go to change, I’ll have processed your payment—with a little extra for the additional time. And if you ever change your mind about working somewhere with a bit more of a wild edge, you know where to find me." She spoke to Noelle in a relaxed tone before turning her attention back to the other two girls. Clarissa remained unconscious, lying on her back, while Snow shot furious glares from the canvas, just as two ring attendants hurried over to assist them.

Later, once things had calmed down, Snow lay on her bed, plagued by a sharp, persistent headache. Despite how drunk she had been, she couldn’t stop dwelling on how thoroughly Noelle had humiliated her with that hold—or how she had used Clarissa as a human shield. What kind of title contender could she possibly be if someone in her own weight class was capable of giving her such a beating?

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and someone entered. It was Garlim, who had clearly heard what had happened. "So... has your head cleared yet?"

Snow responded with a frustrated grunt. "Clarissa’s got a nasty bruise on her jaw—all thanks to you..." Garlim leaned against the wall, crossing her arms beneath her ample bust. "I don’t even need to imagine what happened; I know how competitive you can get. You see a girl with a build similar to yours dominating someone much larger, and you can’t help but feel challenged... You ought to think very carefully about what your next move will be—especially when you’ve been drinking." The blonde goddess pushed off from the wall and sat down on the bed, next to Snow. "Tell me... is she strong?" she asks, curious.

Snow took a moment to consider a clear answer. "Hmm... I don’t know. I need to rest... And once I’ve rested, I’ll challenge her... I’ll know for sure when I fight her."