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

[Monsy]

The Virus on the spot was still fixing her legs and posture. A part of her wanted to lean and lurch, but she forced herself upright, perhaps leaning back a tad. Her arms were folded up in a sloppy boxer’s way but she looked to be winding up for a stiff strike of sorts.

Was she smaller? Yes. Trinette? SLOW. Blubbery. Yes, yes.

She’ll get them before they can concentrate. Plus gift them some extra juice with her elbow pulling far back. Now to blast a whole CLEAN through them like its round-shot from an 8-pounder gun.

Trinette walked right into it—the fool—the Virus formed a shakinf grin over a bead of new sweat and said, “F-FFirst’sssss blood's mine, yes-yes!” as the knuckles buried into the white middle stripe of Trinette’s leotard.

And it hurt. She just punched a wall. No—a metal plate! So unmoved was the surface that she garbled a whine when her knuckles flared with such ache that it crawled up her whole arm and seared till the eyes watered, cheeks flushed and lower lip shrivelled up. “Y-You cheat…”

Then it cracked her. A spray of sweat flew off. Those eyes went big the very second after. Spectre’s face turned sideways and the head knocked against her shoulder. The pain was a solid seven, but again made Trinette slip from a singular focus. Her legs went into a scampering autopilot to keep her feet under her, going around in a circle. Two tiny steps to the side, then back, hands flopping up and down like she tried to raise them. She grabbed Trinette by one of her arms before it cracked her in the ribs “Gh-HNNGH! H-Hhaaa.”

Her grip slipped, then she tended to her ribs with a tucked elbow, a hard wince and a gasp for air.

Right before being bludgeoned again in the face. “Pugh!” Spectre’s head snapped to the right, meeting again a fist that battered her right back bobble-head style. “Mmf!!” And it was that put the dark spots in her eye. Her nose bled onto her upper-lip as her cheeks now had a lasting sore on them. “It’s!--...” Her maw was hanging down just to grasp. Her hands were up, but open-palmed defences designed to catch the fists knocking into her face, sending it ping-pong style left to right. “N-Nothing!”

When Trinette left her face alone, her torso was utter jelly. Bending back, sticking out the gut, then trying to lean forward to correct but her head acted like a spinning bowling ball and just swayed in all directions. Her stare was drooping with harder and harder squints.

And before she knew it.

“UUUUUuuuuuughhhhhhhhh…” The uppercut to her belly button formally ended her immediate memory. Her features all gaped at once, shocked; spittle-throwing and releasing a dying breath. Her body had folded over the limb almost completely. Then gravity won. Knees banged first, then her face smacked into Trinette’s boot, drooling on it aimlessly while she dreamt this exchange having been her one-sided smashing.

[Devastated]

The fist of the Virus smacked into the blue middle strip of her leotard, she felt it but there wasn't enough power behind it to break through the defences of her abs. This must be how a knight wearing full plate feels when a weak sword swing clangs against armour. There was a momentary stop in actions, as she had expected pain but it was quickly replaced with the realization that now she had to fire back...and fire back she did.

Trinette went in and delivered blow after blow to the smaller woman, hammering away with a combo to the face of Spectre and ending it off with a powerful uppercut straight into that belly button, feeling how the virus practically folded over her arm yet again. The crowd cheered as they seemed to relish in the beating that the Paladin was giving the villain.

The bluenette pulled her arm back and watched how Spectre dropped into a heap at her feet. Trinette would reach down, her fingers sliding through that dampened red hair as she tightened them into a claw hold, a firm grip on a bundle of red locks, pulling on that hair she would try to force the redhead to roll over onto her front. She would drop down onto her butt and lean forward to grab at one of Spectre's legs to bend and fold her in half, by that single leg as she hugged it towards her own frame. The Paladin went for another pinfall as the referee would drop down and begin to count!

Spoiler

[Monsy]

Rolling Spectre over was just dealing with feathery deadweight—crumpled in a used towel way. Trinette would have no trouble. Her hips were first to smack, legs piled on their side, a jiggle going through before they splayed into a star fish when put onto her back.

Her head folded into her collar. Arms folded into Trinette’s lap while her cheek hung with a spittle line going towards the white canvas. Eyes still peeking—completely vacant. A growing blush soured on that sleeping face, grumbling when pinned flat. She knew when Trinette’s hand arrested her leg—her hips were suspended an inch off the ground in a HORRIBLE technique.

Her dignity protected only by the high-angle lycra running thinly between her legs and backside. Light from above would it all sparkle from hair, eyes and sweat. And Trinette by comparison looked pristine. Neither scratch, bruise or tear. Unmoved and strength emanating from every choice her body took and eyes pointed to. A camera man at ringside caught it all perfectly and broadcasted it to the Titantron for all to Spectre’s burning senses.

Naturally the heretics joined in to echo the referee’s count.

“………ONE!” (“ONE!”)

The referee’s hand slowly counted one with a hand that raised to its maximum overhead.

“………TWO!” (“TWO!!”)

Spectre’s entire body twitched like a dead rodent. The third count was suspended the longest, held high, then hit the mat to a crowd’s clap.

“………THREE!” (“THREE!!!”)

[Devastated]

The crowd had joined in on the pinfall count, turning it almost into a chant as they watched reveled in the prospect of another defeat added to the villainess for this match of theirs. Trinette didn't join in for the count...at least not yet, she kept a firm hold of that leg of Spectre's keeping her in this half-folded up position! She looked out at the crowd's chant as the count climbed higher and higher and upon it reaching three she moved one arm away from Spectre's leg. It looked as if she was going to let the Virus go, but she wouldn't be so lucky....not yet at least.

The bluenette kept her folded by one arm, as her other hand reached down for Spectre's face! She would turn her head away from resting against her thigh, and make sure her gaze was pointed upwards for when she was roused. Staring down on the face of the seemingly slumbering villainess....Trinette would tap that cheek with a few rather rough taps! Coaxing the redhead to awaken and stare right up at Trinette who leaned over her.

Once she saw her more cognizant, Trinette would lean down just a bit more so Spectre could clearly hear her over the murmur and rumblings of the crowd.

"Four." She spoke clearly and firmly to her nemesis. A level of smug confidence and assured pride dripping out of her words as she stared down at the virus. Her piercing sapphire eyes staring into Spectre's eyes, as if challenging her to try to kick out.