Uneven Debuts - Troia Smith (d) vs. Vermeil (d)

[TickTock]

Troia was done for. She sagged in Vermeil’s grip as she talked trash to her, patted her head and treated her like a child. Her eyelids felt heavy and her mouth was ajar with her jaw slack. All the telltale signs of having no fight left, the fangirl was exhibiting them.

But she wasn’t quite out. Conscious, if only just. The words of Vermeil were heard as though she was underwater, and her grip was extra heavy on her head and body, as though her hands were solid steel.

All that taunting and goading, it gave Troia just a bit of energy back. Vaguely, she could see a blurred Vermeil staring her down… and behind her, she could see the referee, chiding her over… something, Troia couldn’t make it out.

In that tight grip, Troia had no escape, but in the deepest depths of her bleary mind, she hatched an idea. Something instinctual and the only thing she could do.

As she was lifted up onto the shoulder of Vermeil’s, one of her legs kicked out… and caught the referee right on the jaw! And while it wasn’t an amazingly strong blow, it easily toppled the ref who may as well get knocked out by a gust of wind! They fell and were out of it!

But that was all Troia could manage. The rest of the way, she hung limp in Vermeil’s grip, like a trophy on the heavyweight’s shoulder and dangling upside down. She knew what was coming, and did her best to brace herself…

… and instantly go out on impact! The Hellevator knocked her out, and she crumbled into a heap on the mat before Vermeil. An exceptionally easy target to pin now, be it with a leghook or a finger across the cheek!

But if Vermeil did go for such a pin, she’d be greeted with the fans counting… and no one else. No hand smacking the mat. The referee was out, unable to count the pinfall, and extending the match, even if the result seemed inevitable!

[TickTock]

As Vermeil dropped, the impact of Troia’s head on the canvas sending a powerful and resounding THUD! echoing through the arena, she knew she had delivered the final blow, and the match was hers.

She confidently scooted over, slowly, a smug smile still on her face as she begins to lean over Troia’s lifeless body, hooking a leg with one arm and blowing a kiss to the crowd with another.

This was it. A debut match that couldn’t have ended better. Sure, there was a little hiccup along the way, and she’ll never forget the feeling of breathlessness as she was choked against the ropes, or the dull ache that still lightly lingered from Troia slamming her head against the mat a dozen times, but she’d paid it all back a hundredfold, and all that was left was to claim her victory.

She confidently listened to the crowd’s chant as she dominantly pinned the fangirl, now pushing Troia’s face down with the hand not hooking her leg.

ONE!

TWO!

…Three??

The crowd slowly devolved into incessant chatter after the three count, and Vermeil’s expression quickly shifted from confidence to confusion. A slightly puzzled look as she looked down to confirm she was still pinning Troia, before searching around the ring. What was missing? What’s going on?

And like a freight train, the realisation struck her like nothing else ever could. Just where was the ref?? Vermeil had gotten so lost in her own bravado and the crowd’s echoing encouragement that she didn’t even realise Troia’s sneaky little trick, and now the only person who could end the match was just as out cold as Troia was, much to Vermeil’s dismay.

Vermeil continued pinning Troia for a moment more as she stared at the ref’s grounded body with an annoyed look.

‘Seriously? You had to be out of it NOW?? That brat just never quits…’

Vermeil thought as she rolled her eyes, sighing before she let go of Troia’s leg, releasing the pin and walking over to the knocked out ref, staring down at his body.

She still maintained an annoyed expression, trying not to lose it at the incompetence she cursed him with in her mind.

“Hey… you still there? Mind you know… doing your job and counting my pin? I know that brat must have done something to you but it’s just one little thing! You can have your nap after!”

Vermeil offered a somewhat genuine sympathetic smile as she continued to talk to the out of action ref, who was barely even registering a word. She was completely unaware of anything Troia could do now that she had her attention elsewhere, but she’d been finished by that Hellevator anyway! There was no way she could pull anything regardless of how long Vermeil was gone…

Right?

[TickTock]

In any other scenario, Vermeil could’ve likely secured a 50 count on Troia. Her leg hung limp in the arm of Vermeil, hands spread out at her sides, and eyelids hanging over her eyes. She wasn’t moving anytime soon, and all the referee needed to do was count.

Unfortunately, there was no ref. They were out after that kick to the head, and thus Troia was still in the match in spite of how clearly she was defeated.

Eventually, her leg thudded against the mat and her body was left alone for the time being, as Vermeil went to try and wake the official to get her win.

And in that time that she spent begging for the referee to wake up… Troia did. With a hiccup and a jolt, she returned to the land of the living. Eyes slowly opened back in full and her fingers twitched, slowly regaining feeling and movement.

She was still very dazed, but slowly, she gained awareness of where she was and what the situation was, and with a tilt of her head, she could see Vermeil arguing with the official to get back up.

This was her golden opportunity… even if it didn’t look it. With much effort, Troia began to roll over, getting to her front, and she even began to crawl. Exerting like this was difficult, but she knew she had to if she was to win this. Closer and closer…

The referee did begin to stir eventually, blinking and looking confused. Even awake, they didn’t seem like they were home still.

And thus they didn’t see what happened next.

Troia regaining more and more coherence, getting quicker, and even able to push herself up to just her knees. Her hand gripped the back of Vermeil’s outfit to stabilize herself… and her other hand shot upward with all of her might to hit the heavyweight with a dirty and devastating low blow!

[TickTock]

As Vermeil continued to try and encourage the ref back awake, her frustration and annoyance boiling up at the situation, she looked out to the crowd once more.

Thankfully, they were still cheering, and grew a lot louder than Vermeil expected despite the sudden halt to the match. She was almost curious as to why but paid little attention to it, putting it down to her popularity with them instead.

‘I wonder what matches I’ll get after I’ve won this… Maybe someone at least more my size…’

She stifled a smile as she fantasised about her future matches, folding her arms. The crowd’s roars only got louder, and Vermeil looked down to see the ref had finally awoke! Sort of…

“Oh hey! Nice of you to join us again, mind counting my pin sleepyhead?”

Vermeil gave out a friendly, half genuine smile as she talked to the barely conscious ref. Finally, her victory would be declared and she could put this match to bed.

However, the crowd’s noise wouldn’t stop rising, and Vermeil started to question it more.

‘Are they…. Could she…?’

The woman didn’t want to believe it, but before she could dare to ponder it further, she felt a tight grip on the back of her dress, and her fears were practically confirmed.

Before she even had a chance to turn around, Troia’s hand shot right up in between Vermeil’s legs and connected with pinpoint accuracy, a brutal low blow!

“….HuhHNNNNGGGHHHH!!”

Vermeil’s brief confusion immediately faded, and her eyes went wide with excruciating pain. Her mouth contorted into an “O” as she moaned out in immense pain. She felt Troia’s knuckles dig in to her crotch and her whole body tensed as the impact reverberated through her skeleton.

Her knees went wobbly and her legs bent inwards as her hands immediately went between her legs, nursing her poor lady bits. She could barely even do anything else, and the humiliation of being hit with a hard uppercut to the nethers only made everything worse as she weakly stood, beyond stunned, and vulnerable.

[TickTock]

Troia’s hazy plan seemed to have worked perfectly. The referee was in no position to notice the low blow, only coming to and not even knowing what hit them. And it seemed in spite of Vermeil being this tough badass and Troia being weak, that low blow hit her very hard!

The crowd was in shock of Troia’s cheating tactics reaching a whole new low, but she didn’t care. Taking a few seconds to recover, she pulled herself up to a standing base using that dress, and then turned Vermeil around.

Then, she reached up high, grabbing that blue-purple hair to yank her head down and tuck it under her arm, dragging her to the center of the ring.

And Troia, cocky as ever, took some time to soak in her suddenly winning position. The crowd didn’t know what she was going for, and likely neither did her opponent who was probably still nursing her poor nethers.

The referee came to more, and eventually started to climb back up to their feet, as Troia leaned down to whisper into Vermeil’s ear.

“Better luck next time, loser. Time for a nice and long nap…”

A snarky and taunting tone delivered right into the ear of her opponent… before suddenly, Troia violently yanked Vermeil’s head back and down, aiming to spike it against the mat viciously for a DDT! Or as Troia likes to call it, making her opponent totally Smitten!

[TickTock]

Vermeil could still barely breathe as her crotch tingled with immense pain. She did her best to keep herself calm, not to much avail of course, taking shaky, slow, deep breaths and remaining on her feet no matter what.

She couldn’t believe it. After everything she’d done to her opponent, after every slam that Troia had been forced to take, after successfully knocking her out and being millimetres away from victory, she’d been halted by a dozy referee and by some divine intervention, Troia had awoke and now planted her fist firmly into her groin.

Vermeil wanted nothing more than to angrily lash out, but the pain was simply too much, and as she felt more pulling on her dress, she reluctantly was forced to face Troia again, who looked beyond proud of what she did despite the crowd’s stunned reaction.

The larger woman knew she was powerless as her head was forced down into Troia’s arm, and she was moved to the centre of the ring in her completely grasp and at her complete mercy. A cruel twist on what should’ve been her sure victory, Vermeil looked more set to lose than ever, with Troia enjoying her dominant position over the larger wrestler.

Vermeil could only grit her teeth in anger as Troia whispered her taunting words, not even being able to spit out much of a reply that wasn’t a frustrated groan, before Troia delivered the finishing blow.

As Vermeil was forced to eat the full force of the DDT, her head spiked brutally against the canvas with a powerful THUD!!, the impact only heightened with the lack of protection Vermeil could even provide, her hands still firmly between her legs, trying to numb the effects of the low blow.

Vermeil only briefly saw the mat as she fell, before all the lights went out as she connected brutally with the canvas, her body bouncing off and loosely flipping over onto her back after the impact, where she lay knocked out and lifeless.

Her mouth was slightly ajar in defeat, her expression was calm at last instead of cocky or frustrated and her eyes were shut. Her arms were out wide and her legs were practically splayed out. There was no doubt about it. She was finished, completely out of it, and Troia’s for the taking.

[TickTock]

The crowd let out a collected wince and “ooooo” upon seeing Vermeil’s head impact the mat. Completely unprotected, there was nothing stopping her skull from spiking against the canvas and thus both the sound and the look of the DDT was sickening.

Troia turned around after landing that Smitten, and her smile couldn’t be more arrogant upon seeing the heap that her opponent landed in, and that look on her face. Nothing more telling of defeat than how she looked now, and as cameras captured her, the audience knew now, if they didn’t already, that the match seemed over.

Slowly, Troia crawled into the cover. One arm went down to one of those long legs and hooked it nice and deep, spreading the legs out even more and testing the flexibility of the unconscious woman.

And her other arm was even more disrespectful. Her forearm pushed against the cheek of Vermeil’s, tilting her face to the side and forcing her to look towards the ringside camera, to ensure this shot captured the pinfall, the loser’s defeated and sleeping face… and her own cocky expression *perfectly*.

Troia looked a little disheveled, a few dark stains on her shirt and her twin tails a bit messy… but she looked like a winner, and that’s all that mattered.

All that was left was the cover. Some fans held out hope for a miraculous kickout… while most others had accepted the inevitable. The referee, still a bit dazed, went to count.

[TickTock]

Despite all odds, Troia’s plans and actions had ended up working out for her practically flawlessly, and as Vermeil lay on the canvas, more out of it than ever, even the most delusional fans reluctantly assumed defeat.

Vermeil was still too lifeless to even react to any of the crowd’s noise after being spiked, and she was powerless as Troia slowly, and cockily pinned her. The feeling in her body was only just there, but everything ached and it felt like her eyes had been shut for millennia, and her ears were plugged for just as long.

No reaction or fight was left in her as Troia hooked one of her long, bare legs deep, as if wanting to stretch her out one last time, and the forearm that pushed against Vermeil’s cheek, squishing it and forcing the larger woman’s head to the side so the cameras could capture all her losing glory (and of course, Troia’s smug expression), was met with nothing either as Vermeil’s eyes stayed shut, only able to feel her defeat and assume she was being pinned for good.

Camera shutters snapped and overlapped with each other over a dozen times to capture the moment, the scene of the small fangirl dominantly pinning her opponent sure to capture some eyes, and the ref, who had only just regained some sense finally, somewhat lazily, began the count.

ONE!

TWO!

…
THREE!!!

DING DING DING

The bell rang to signal Vermeil’s defeat, but she was barely even conscious enough to hear it. The count could have gone to a hundred, and it would be unlikely Vermeil would have escaped, as she lay defeated.

From the gruelling battle the two shared, Troia was able to snatch victory out of Vermeil’s hands, and proudly parade her victory as she pleased.

[TickTock]

Troia’s smug smile beamed as the three count was reached, not that there was any doubt of it. She held that pin for a few seconds longer, just to ensure everyone got every angle of the dominant win, before dropping Vermeil’s long leg and standing back up.

The referee, clutching their jaw and being unaware Troia was the one to knock them out, used their free hand to grip and raise the victor’s hand, as the announcer’s voice was heard throughout the arena.

“AND YOUR WINNER, TROIA SMITH!”

And typically, for most competitors, that’d be that. They’d walk out, satisfied with victory, and leave their opponent be.

But not for Troia.

Walking forward, she leaned down to grab ahold of Vermeil’s hair and, with a flex, hefted up that defeated body to a kneeling position.

“Cameras, zoom in here. I want everyone to capture this sleeping beauty!” Troia demanded of everyone filming at ringside, who did just as they’re told. Cameras clicking as they zoomed in to capture the two’s faces side-by-side. The confident and victorious expression of Troia’s… and Vermeil’s, stuck in a deep rest that she didn’t seem like she’d wake from for a long time.

They took photos and filmed, as Troia then turned her head, and with her free hand, kissed her palm and blew it, blowing a kiss right towards the unconscious face of her opponent. Really rubbing it in and getting revenge for the many blown kisses she got…

… before dropping her. Discarding her like trash, and only then beginning to exit the ring and walk to the back. “Be sure to send me every single photo and clip, guys!” Troia called, sauntering away, while leaving her heavyweight opponent in a heap.

She had to get her hands dirty to do it, but Troia secured a win in her debut, and one that was sure to go viral, with the short sidekick toppling Vermeil and showing her off like a trophy.

The first of many, she could only hope…

[TickTock]

Vermeil’s ears only barely picked up the flood of noises that erupted from the end of the match. The bustling of the crowd, the announcer declaring Troia as the winner and the numerous shutters, flashes and clicks of cameras; it was all just white noise to the fallen wrestler who struggled to cling onto consciousness now that she was slightly awake, eyes still closed and mouth still ajar.

She still could barely even register that she lost. After all the effort she put in to put Troia down for good, there just had to have been a ref malfunction. There was no doubt in Vermeil’s mind that Troia had somehow caused that too, but it didn’t matter now. The fangirl had enjoyed herself successfully pinning the larger wrestler, and that’s all that’s gonna be on the records.

Unfortunately for Vermeil, Troia wasn’t quite done toying with her, and she felt her hair be yanked up once more as she was forced onto her knee, her defeated expression unchanging as camera flashes tried to poke through her closed eyelids. The sheer sight of Vermeil being tossed around by Troia was surely one to catch headlines, and Troia’s teasing air-kiss before tossing the woman back to the mat put a final, humiliating accent onto Vermeil’s loss.

The heavyweight lay tired for a little longer, and as the crowds got bored and the cameras stopped clicking, she finally awoke, standing up and silently walking backstage, to the locker room, stifling any winces or groans of pain that still lingered, whether it be from the dastardly uppercut she took between her legs or the skull-shattering DDT.

A loss on her debut, at least she did always love a challenge…

WINNER: TROIA SMITH