Danielle Degardin vs. Alba Garcia - Bra and Panties Match

[CaptainL]

Match Type: Bra and Panties Match
Rules: Wrestlers will compete in civilian attire; will be eliminated upon being stripped to their bra and panties

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This was a new event for Danielle - but she couldn't say she wasn't excited. She had heard that they had the perfect match, and the perfect opponent set up for her, and when she heard the plans, she couldn't help but agree. To be stripped in the ring, before hundreds of eager eyes, sounded like the ultimate humiliation; the kind of fate the redhead would only hope for those who stood in her way, who dared to think themselves better than her - prettier than her, more skilled than her, anywhere near on her level! Not only would it be an embarrassing experience for her unfortunate victim, she'd be able to display this girl fully, and compared against her own magnificent, goddess-like form, the whole arena would see how hopeless she was of ever competing. And if Dani herself ended up showing any skin...well, she wasn't the sort to complain.

Of course, she was blissfully unaware that she was being booked in a breather match, to put two attractive but hardly martially talented women in a contest where sex appeal was ultimately more important than athletic ability. To Danielle Degardin, though, it didn't matter either way. Any chance she had to prove herself number one was a chance she'd take.

"And now, coming first to the ring, from Cannes, France! Danielle Degardin!"

Spoiler

"Charmed," Danielle muttered, as she made her way down the entrance. As she stepped into the light, she smiled wide, her arms held behind her back as she moved with every inch of her body beaming with confidence. Even the usual less than warm reception she received didn't bother her too much, though it did cause her to frown slightly. But as she stepped up to the ring, she knew fully well that she was in her element. Whatever no-name loser they had to put her up against had better be ready, she thought.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia couldn't be remotely thrilled about the match they had planned for her this time. While her last match was a humiliating affair for the new girl, it seemed like that would be what they intended to do with her as a result. The Spanish woman didn't have any wrestling talent and got exposed for it, and now she had to be in a Bra & Panties Match? It almost felt like a punishment. So when Dare by Shakira played in the arena, Alba came out looking rather nervous and bashful, a total difference from her rather upbeat theme song. She was glad she got to finally wear her adorable purple dancer's outfit, but that was about the only thing she was happy over.

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The dancer gave a small smile and a bashful, quick wave to the crowd. She then looked down and walked to the ring, not picking her head up to no fanfare except the music being played around her. She slowly got up the steps and then saw her opponent. She was a very cute redhead, and Alba hoped she was at the very least as kind as her previous opponent.

Alba Garcia stood in her corner, not feeling brave enough to actually approach her opponent yet, and then waved at Danielle, offering a hopeful smile. "Hello... I'm Alba Garcia. It's nice to meet you." It was a typical canned introduction to the match, but Alba frankly had no idea how to actually talk to an opponent. She was just here to try and survive. At least in this match, she didn't seem like she would need to have a ton of talent to win. She just had to take off Danielle's clothes. That couldn't be too hard, right?

[CaptainL]

As Alba started to come to the ring, Danielle raised an eyebrow at her, leaning back a bit on the ropes. This was...interesting. The girl had a sense of style, she would give her that, even if it seemed out of place in her commanding presence. But despite her flashy garb, she seemed to utterly lack the confidence to back up her airs. She almost had to reign in a chortle at seeing just how amateurish she looked. Yes, if this was any indication, Dani was going to have fun here.

As Alba entered the ring, Danielle stood up straighter; while she wasn't the tallest of people, she at least had the mind to try and put the fear in her opponent, which didn't look like it would be very hard. Her hesitation made Dani double down on her - if she was this lost, Danielle had to push her confidence to the forefront, to make her feel as insignificant and worthless as she really was, compared to her grandeur.

"Hm," was Danielle's only response to the Spaniard's attempt at a greeting. "It seems like you got lost on the way to a costume party, by the looks of it. Cute, but cute doesn't cut it here. Not against the shining beacon of elegance and glory you see before you." Like the former model she was, Dani took the time to play to the crowd, flipping back her hair and blowing a kiss out at the audience. "Tell me, my dear, how in the world do you expect to stand up to me? By the looks of things, you don't even have it. There's no contest!"

[Dubski]

The friendly, brave-in-the-face-of-catastrophe smile on Alba's face slowly slipped away as Danielle spoke to her. Or rather, as she spoke down to her. Not exactly booming in the self-confidence department, she first looked at her own outfit, then she looked at the confidence and poise that Danielle was showing, and then she looked down, rubbing her arm, looking almost ashamed. What could she possibly say in the face of all of that? The Spanish dancer kept her response short and morose. "...I don't know. I guess I'll have to try..."

Shuffling up to the center of the ring, looking rather hurt by what Dani was saying, Alba swallowed hard and then picked her head back up, not necessarily taking a defensive pose, but just standing there, shuffling in place slightly. "I'm ready when you are, I guess," said Alba, not looking ready at all to compete here, especially after Danielle had managed to deflate her with her insulting words that hit way too close to home for Alba to ignore. Then, awkwardly, Garcia held her arms up in a very pitiful defensive stance, shaking a bit as she awaited whatever her French opponent had in store for her.

[CaptainL]

At the sight of Alba's hesitation, Danielle could hardly keep herself from raising a hand to her mouth, so as to conceal the rather unladylike laugh she had at seeing just how unprepared Alba really was for what was in store for her. She didn't even know how she was going to stand up to Danielle? She didn't even have a plan? It was almost endearing, she might say - but that wasn't going to stop her. Alba could well have quit now and ceded the match, but that would just deprive Dani of her chance to prove herself. No, Alba was going to set an example, an example she hoped that would be readily noticed by anyone else who dared to challenge her.

"Oh, poor dear," she teased. "I suppose it's no surprise that anyone would be struck dumb with fear at the very notion of opposing a woman of my caliber...but it does flatter me so. But then again, most things do, non?~"

Alba claimed she was ready, and while Dani had plenty of reason to doubt that, she wasn't complaining. "Very well," the redhead said, taking the time to slip off her shoes and pass them out of the ring before she cracked her knuckles, getting into a stance. The bell rang, and Danielle slowly sauntered forward, seeing that Alba wasn't putting up much of a fight. Her attitude was relaxed and carefree, as though she was back on the catwalk rather than in the ring - after all, she had nothing to fear from such a foe. When she had approached Alba, her hips swaying and her strides long, she decided to test the waters, giving a firm shove back at the girl's shoulders.

[Dubski]

Alba took more mean words from her opponent and didn't really know what to say in response. She nonetheless kept her very sloppy guard up, not wanting to be caught totally unaware. She didn't understand why Danielle was being so mean to her or anything. The dancer would have liked Danielle to be nicer, but what was even worse was how confident she seemed. The French redhead had to be really good, thought Alba, especially to talk down to her so much like that.

She expected an attack or a strike, but instead Danielle sauntered right up to her and just shoved her rather hard. Alba let out a grunt out of surprise as she was shoved back and staggered a pace back. Surprisingly, Garcia's face looked more annoyed than anything. She didn't need to be shoved like that. Although it wasn't the worst thing by a long shot, it was at least something Alba could reciprocate and show that maybe she wasn't quite as much of a push over--literally. "Hey!" was the wittiest thing that Alba could muster at the time as she put on a rather poor mean face on.

And then the Spanish woman stomped right back up to Danielle and gave her a shove of her own, although it didn't nearly have as much force behind it as her opponent had put behind hers, a rather unimpressive feat considering Danielle probably didn't put all of her energy behind the shove herself. But nonetheless, Alba was not going to let her be pushed around, at least at this stage of the match.

[CaptainL]

Hm. Danielle thought for a moment, pondering the implications of what she had just seen and how this would reflect on her opponent's capabilities. Sure enough, it wasn't hard to get Alba's position to budge, but she still proved sturdier than what Dani might have been anticipating. She'd been expecting her to collapse entirely, falling in a heap at her feat as a testament to her victory. Not so, though. Still, her comebacks could use work, and Danielle chuckled a little on hearing her voice her objections. "Hey? Just...hey. Really, now. That's the best you can manage? Ah, zut alors..."

Alba met her with similar tactics, taking her by the shoulders to start to push her back. The difference here, though (besides the obvious difference in capability, beauty, excellence, and general greatness, of course), was that while Alba had been caught unawares, Danielle was prepared for this. After all, it was an attack she had just used herself, it wouldn't be much of a surprise to see her opponent using the same technique. Steeling herself, Dani dug her heels into the ground for stability and moved to grab for the dancer's arms as she went for her shoulders. Using them as leverage, she would try to swing Alba over and get her off her feet.

[Dubski]

With a cute little grunt, Alba Garcia had shoved Danielle, but when she did, she felt her arms be grabbed. She didn't get the satisfaction of a successful shove, but only dread knowing something bad would likely happen. For the briefest moment, Alba tried yanking her arms back to absolutely no success. And in another moment she was sent through the air and then landed on her back, flopping over onto her front on the impact and holding her back with a whine.

Alba looked worried, moreso now than before, because Danielle clearly knew what she was doing far more than the dancer did. Still, she didn't have the fighting spirit in her to know enough that she ought to get up and not let her opponent make the move, so instead she laid on her front, holding her ailing back.

[CaptainL]

It was easy enough swinging Alba off her feet, and the girl soon fell below Danielle with a thud. And better yet, Alba wasn't even making a move against her, just laying there. A sadistic chuckle left Danielle's mouth, as she placed one hand on her hips and her other at her chin, posing above her defeated foe. Was she really not going to get up? The ex-model tapped the side of her chin, as if in thought, as she regarded this situation.

Yes, she thought to herself - if she so chose, she could easily end this match right now. But it had just begun, and where was the fun in that? If her opponent really was this inept, then Danielle might as well savor the moment, seeing just how much punishment she could take. How long this match would go before she had fully broken her. Since there was nothing she could do to stop it, Dani had nothing to lose - and oh, would it be fun.

A grin on her face, the Frenchwoman stood above the downed Alba. Then she rose her foot, going to slam it straight down into her stomach!

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia slowly rolled onto her back again, looking up at her opponent. She saw a rather wicked look in Danielle's eyes and then went wide-eyed herself. When Danielle went to stomp on her stomach, the Spanish girl quickly rolled over and then scuttle butted all the way to the ropes, looking at her opponent as if she were about to commit a betrayal. Alba scrambled to her feet right after and then hugged the top rope with an arm while pointing at the French girl with the other. "You could have really hurt me there!" shouted Garcia in a whiny voice.

She legitimately couldn't believe she would try to kick her while she was down, and she was almost mad enough to try going after her... but then she was also more secure wrapping herself against the top rope, and honestly, she was more worried about keeping herself safe than teaching anyone a lesson. Alba Garcia swallowed hard though and bit her lip, looking back at Danielle and said, "If you try that again..." Her words trailed off as she tried to find the courage to finish her threat. She glanced down for a moment before taking a deep breath and followed up with a relatively weak, "Just don't do it, okay?"