Miss Fallacy vs Helena Dubois - Standard

[Monsy]

Standard Match
Win via: Pinfall, Submission, KO or DQ
Standard rules apply.

Spoiler

Spoiler

Tonight was to be boot-laced and glove-readied.
Her music spilled from the speakers, an anthem accredited to one diamond-looking wrestler, Miss Fallacy. They needn’t wait long for her arrival, skipping out to a healthy applause. She wore her trademarked two-piece bikini; red, white and blue. A cropped jacket that allowed her marble midriff to sashay in her prance. One arm sleeved, same with one leg. And two brown boots, her hair tied up in a beautiful fan, with a large swath spilling to one side and dancing with her strut. She came down the ramp, ready and beaming. Her finger guns took aim at those front-row fans, pulled the trigger, the arms flew up with a “BANG.”

The loveable gunslinger made her rounds skipping around the outskirts of ringside, hand outstretched to receive a motley of high-fives. One girl in particular gave it a hardy slap. It didn’t hurt, but damn did it stand out. She stopped and came around, approaching the relatively young girl at the barricade, “Heya…” Fallacy said, raising her palm to them, “Try that again… I wasn’t ready. If you’re so tough, that is.”

They slapped the palm with all their might, sending Evelyn into a backflip that she landed clean, then mock-stumbled into the ring, shoulders bumping on the ridge as she stared wide-eyed, looking shocked into astonishment. She pointed at them, garnering a few cheers, a few laughed and many smiled at the fun gesture. Evelyn propped that finger into a gun and went, “Bang, keep it up, kid!” before jumping back onto the apron, laying down and rolling inside the ring.

She did a kip-up to regain her feet, stepping up on the corner to wave and point out her finger-guns, overdosing everyone on that million-dollar sweet girl smile before she hopped, turning around and planting her feet in her corner.

[Highfly]

Helena was happy to be back in action tonight, eager to go out there and remind LAW why she was a force to be reckoned with. Clad in her usual wrestling attire the maligned Canadian was all devious smile as she strut her way through the back with most of the staffers giving her a wide berth. She was going to show this little girl whom stepped up against her exactly what it meant to go up against someone willing to do anything to win.

As Helena's music played she was loudly booed but her appearance remained the same as she smiled and sarcastically waved to the crowd, blowing a kiss. "I love you all my idiot peasants in the seats! You are all so great and your support means oh so much to me hahaha!" Helena said as she walked down the ramp, her gaze never leaving Miss Fallacy. Helena walked up the ring steps and climbed through the ropes before entering the ring holding her arms out and tilting her head back basking in the loud booing of the crowd. "Yes... let me hear it all..." Helena said before cackling to herself.

She strut her way towards the center of the ring, smiling to Miss Fallacy. "My dear lets have a great match tonight and put on a show for these people." Helena said as she held out a hand wondering if her opponent would accept. Woe to her if she did as Helena was ready to surprise her with a hard toe kick to the abdomen followed by a hard slap right across the face!

[Monsy]

Something about that woman…
A look of sophistication, style and elegance. All things to admire - but a nasty reception? Evelyn had her brow raised from the onset of the crowd’s voice. Unanimous and wholly contrasting her own. She looked everywhere to see their grimaces, looks of vexed brows, frowns amidst the sea of fans. Something here got them wound up, not even enough to sit back and not care, but sufficient to propel them to show their distaste. Evelyn looked stern and insisted on giving them some applause of her own. Reserved with hands mostly to her chest. But one gifted with a smile as they neared, all too ready to feel what’s in-store. There was still a nagging nip that she needed to listen to the crowd’s omen. But that would be unfair.

So when Helena took the ring, Evelyn skipped and hopped to join her opponent. A firm nod was given. “Oh yeah, we’re gonna kill it!” She threw out her hand, slapped it against Helena’s palm, thus having sealed a grip with the devil. A hellish chill was felt a millisecond before, and she went pale looking at those eyes. Then her stomach erupted and she lurched over, sucking in deep and coughing. The slap knocked her onto her side, stinging like being prodded with a fire poker and sending her eyes spinning. Two hands were applied to the stinging red mark, face turned to one side. She glanced over her hands, up, a whimper to mark her delayed pain, “Y-you didn’t need to do that…”

Even still. The opening slight left her stunned… And if the bell rang. There was just about nothing to stop its continuance.

[Highfly]

Helena smiled as the crowd booed. "Oh but dear I absolutely had to!" Helena said as she reached out grabbing a handful of Miss Fallacy's hair to pull her close. Helena wrapped an arm around her head and leaned back, looking to fall to the mat to spike her opponents head off the canvas with a DDT! Helena would stand up and saunter around her foe after holding her arms out as the crowd booed her.

"You fools still don't know when the best woman of the promotion is in front of you! She isn't worthy and I will sweep this trash away with haste don't you worry!" Helena called out with a smile on her face before letting out her signature cackle of a laugh. She was enjoying this, it really had been too long since she last victimized some hapless babyface....

[Monsy]

What’s with slaps and their ability to wet her eyes? It was a feeling she couldn’t describe. Horrid, even after the pain drizzled away. She felt tight in the throat, burning with embarrassment - but still malleable to her opponent’s whims. The clutch into her hair had her scalp screaming. Evelyn propped up, whimpering, tucked underneath their arm where her palms pawed, then thrown into a flash of white and black. The pain registered after Evelyn’s skull pinged off the mat, giving a brief rebound, then flopping down, her cheek mushed into the mat, hips propped up. Her eyes were flickering, glassy, her maw opened and leaked drool onto the mat as she groaned. The world swam all around, and she felt nothing but the fuzzy and dull pain of this headache.

[Highfly]

Helena pulled Miss Fallacy up and stared at her, holding her up so she could slap her across the face again! "You miserable swine..." Helena hissed before moving forward, wrapping her arms around Miss Fallacy as she opted for more elegant offense. Helena was trying to lift and send Miss Fallacy crashing to the mat again with a northern lights suplex! After the impact Helena kept her beautiful body arched pinning Miss Fallacy in place as her bridged body held her down.

"Hurry up you imbecile official, begin the count already!" Helena shouted urging the referee into action as they slid in to place to start the pin count.

[Monsy]

The slap ate into her cheek and stung like a dog bite. She yelped, her head turning one way, rendered dizzy beyond measure with her sights spiralling into the ether. Her knees clambered and followed, even if her legs trembled. Brought up, hunched and whining, she soon saw the sights and her back spanked the canvas, adding a small bounce as she groaned. All her limbs sprawled and slacked like sandbags, her features tied up in knots. Her back was crackling in pinching pain.

“Nghh..”

The referee joined them.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“Haaaggh!!” And she punched the air, popping her shoulder off the mat and stopping on her side to break the count. A firm two.

[Highfly]

Helena felt her foe kick out and a scowl formed on her face as she sat up and slapped her hands together. "That was a slow count you damn fool! Do your job!" Helena hissed before grabbing Miss Fallacy by the hair and shouting as she began to pound her head against the canvas! Helena kept going and hammering away at the skull of her foe, clearly showing how savage she could be despite her snobby elegant exterior. Right now she wanted to keep her opponent in a daze, on the back foot while she thought of other vile things she could do to her.

[Monsy]

Was it just her luck to run into every jerk in the industry? Is this some divine punishment for forgetting the dishes in the sink? Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but feel deserving of it. Though she survived the first pinfall, her skull was grabbed and smashed. It felt like her brain rippled. Her face locked up, screeching, then the more it went, the more groans dripped instead, “STOP!” Bam. “DOING!” Bam. “T-THAT!” Soon her shoulders had fallen slack, her arms folded ahead of her, eyes swimming in the back of her head, mouth ajar, breathing laboured as the headache's malice piledrived through her face to the back. Everything pinched, throbbed, as though her whole head was a giant bruise being punished.

[Highfly]

Helena smiled and pulled Miss Fallacy up by the hair to a standing position again. "Hmph, you look beat already. Let me save you some trouble!" Helena said as she swung her leg up aiming a hard super kick at her jaw! Helena would immediately cover her foe for a pin, hooking a leg and indeed testing her opponent to see if she was in fact already beaten....