Kat Hart vs Spectre — Mat Room Match

[Monsy]

The Saturday Show

Standard match rules taking place inside a closed mat room!

[winner3]

"Hmph!" Kat grunted as she rolled out the remainder of the large, deep blue mats, making sure they met the wall flush. The Super Kitty dusted her hands off after doing so.

"I think that care of almost everything. You guys want help setting up the cameras and equipment and stuff?" The luchadora placed her hands on her hips and asked the LAW staff in the room with her.

A LAW Supercard event in a hotel of all things was certainly a change of pace. But that didn't mean that the unsung heroes of LAW's production crew and staff would have to work any less hard. Which is why Kat Hart went out of her way to lend a helping hand where she could! In preparation for her match with the elusive "Malevolent Virus", The Super Kitty made sure to arrive early and pitch in with setting up the mat room.

"No, no! Thanks for helping out, but we've got it from here!" The petite, perky striped shirt girl who was set to referee the match.

"You sure?" The masked heavyweight eyed the ref curiously.

"There's still a good while before the match is scheduled to start. And I've got free hands. I'm sure I could help with something."

"No, no! You've done plenty already!" The referee girl responded.

"You swept. You helped set up the mats. You carried a lot of the equipment to the elevators for us. You'll put us LAW staff out of the job if you help any more, hehe~!"

"Haha! Well, we wouldn't want that." Kat chuckled.

"You know I like to chip in and show you guys appreciation for what you do. Plus, this gave me the chance to help scope out the venue for the match! I had them check the ceilings three times to make sure 'Bat Woman' wouldn't have anything she could use to rappel down here and get the drop on me like she did last time." Hart rolled her eyes in annoyance just recalling how that promo segment of hers went awry, setting the stage for this match. Some of the stagehands helping finish the preparations for the room and the match between Kat and Spectre booed the redheaded assailant in the background, bringing a small smile to the luchadora's face.

"I guess I could kill time by going back to get more of that room service breakfast. I don't know what Maislyn girl has her cooks putting in that stuff but those muffins are TO DIE for! I had, like, 3 of them with breakfast this morning!" Hart brought her hands to her cheeks and practically swooned, reminding the staff in the room how big a foodie she was, a quality most fans overlooked about her.

After the chuckles and the endearing reactions, the referee girl snuck off to grab hold of a camera and focus it on Kat. She caught The Super Kitty still smiling and swooning for a couple seconds before Kat took notice of the camera!

"Oh?" Hart perked up in surprise.

"Since we're killing time before the match, I figure we do a quick interview before Spectre comes by! Tell us, Kat Hart! What's your attitude going into this match? How do you plan to steamroll that hacking harlot!?" The referee got impassioned for a moment before coughing and finding her composure.

"Haha! Yeah, that's right. I imagine Spectre is a nightmare for management and workers, alike." Kat laughed before stepping to the side and onto the one long sliver of hardwood amidst the mat room.

The legendary luchadora would find her poise and flash her signature toothy grin for the cameras! And once she did, Kat would kneel down to unlace and remove her wrestling boots. She seemed to opt to go into this match wrestling barefoot rather than risk losing traction wrestling on thick mats rather than the canvas of your standard LAW ring.

"So what can you expect from this match? The Super Kitty vs The Malevolent Virus at the big Madison Gambit LAW Supercard Event!" Kat stood up and stretched, rolling her shoulders for a moment before bringing the elbow of one arm behind the forearm of the other.

"Ya know normally, I go into a match trying to make sure that my opponent and I can put on a spectacle. Encourage them to try their best. Start off slow, egg the opponent on, gradually ramp up into the technical stuff and the big ol' power moves and crazy submission holds." The busty masked beauty continued to stretch, squatting down before extending one leg fully, letting the heel of her foot touch the mat so that she could loosen up her hamstring.

"But against Spectre? Naaaah." Kat rose up. Her tone slowly shifted from a confident and enthusiastic tone to a more serious one!

"I didn't come here to chain wrestle with her. And while she is cute, I'm not just gonna give her the hot girl grapps." Kat looked into the camera with a tone that suggested these were promises rather than threats.

"Last time we met, she seemed to be bent on some ab destruction. So today I'm gonna give her some ab destruction. I'm gonna do to her what she wants to do The Hart Foundation and any of its trainees."

"Today, Spectre tries to build her status and reputation at LAW by trying to get the drop on the face of the company and steal the biggest win of her career. And today, Spectre succeeds at neither. I'm gonna give her the whuppin she has coming to her!" Hart would ball one of her hands into her open palm.

"And then I'm gonna find Dot and ask her if she can help me make some sick new masks that are even half as cool as that helmet of hers! Seriously, have you seen that thing?! Is SO cute!" Kat allowed herself to get sidetracked, earning a few laughs and nods of agreement, wrapping up the impromptu interview video. The clip would be uploaded immediately to LAW's social media channels, fueling feelings of hype and expectation for the match! And the referees and stagehands in the room would laugh and nod in agreement at The Super Kitty's commentary on the helmet as they chilled and waited for match time!

[Monsy]

Spectre’s ear-piece transmitted audio from the room as she made an approach, rooted inside the vent. Getting the data for which room was easy. Then she need only listen to find her moment. She heard that one of them was going out for the bathroom. When they opened the handle, Spectre lined up a sideways profile, side-stepped in and superkicked the production assistant’s chin, dropping them in a backwards crumple to the floor with a skin-sounding -crrrrack!-

“Look what’s here.” Said Spectre. She stepped over them, bent over and took the phone that fell to the floor. The victim groaned, turned over and their ear was stepped on. “Unlocked too. Lucky me.” Then she walked onto the mats, wiping her heel on the victim’s cheek, quickly pulling up the social media app to find the video. She sneered at it from a glance, then opened up a new post and started to make a new video. “Take two.” She said, approaching the mats in full wrestling gear, cape, leotard over her hips, boots under her knees, identical sleeves, freshly polished black-nails, purple and black lipstick, and a bit something extra around the eyes. Dot really gets it done.

“What they can expect is a rug pull. Katherine Hart’s chances of winning left when she chose to attend.” Spectre held the phone casually by her shoulder, turning it to the bozo on the ground, then the referee, then Kat. “But no one would say that except me and one other. Who supports your kind better than your own, right?” She turned it on herself, giving herself a look in the phone camera and turning around to give Kat her back, three feet away, the shot lined up so Spectre could take her fist and make a slow mock uppercut to Kat’s chin. “Pow.” Before turning it into a flipped bird.

The video ended. The second video was posted with two phone taps. She turned around, then tossed the phone behind her like a disposed playing card, smacking against the door that started to close. “So. We done with social media games, punch-meat? Or do you have another product placement?”

[winner3]

Spectre entered the mat room with all the callousness and disregard that she had come be known for by now. The redhead made a victim out of one of the assistants. The crack of the Superkick caught the attention of the folks in the room.

"Huh!?" Hart raised her eyebrow.

The redhead sauntered her way in. She used the selfie cam on the poor assistant's phone to stream a quick clip of her social media plug. The furrowed brows and flared nostrils filling the mat room did nothing to catch the villainess' attention.

"Classy." The luchadora looked into the selfie cam and responded sarcastically when the masked redhead flipped the bird.

When Spectre discarded the phone, the cameras started rolling. Man down or not, the show had to go on. They were there to record and wrestle a Supercard Event match, after all.

"Okay, but did you really have to kick, Stan? Can someone please check on him?" Kat brought two fingers to brown for a second and let out an exasperated sigh.

Thankfully, the only person who needed to stay behind was the referee. The other staff were clear to collect their coworker and leave the scene. And as they left, one after another, Hart stepped forward towards Spectre.

"I do, actually." The blonde heavyweight placed her hands on her hips, the difference in height and size made more staggering now that the two competitors stood face to face.

"It's a product placement for karma, and the ad is this match. It's gonna be long and unskippable, I'm afraid. Oh, did your girlfriend want a front-row seat? Or is she just gonna come by after you lose to collect whatever's left of you?" Kat asked in a tone that suggested she was expecting an answer. Whether she got one or not Hart would continue, interjecting if Spectre tried to speak.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I dedicate this whuppin to the newly established Hart Foundation. Ring the bell." The Super Kitty crossed her arms under her heavy bust. The referee complied and raced to the corner of the room to strike the bell they had placed there earlier.

"Take the first shot, short stuff. Don't be afraid to ruin those pretty nails of yours. I wanna see if you know how to throw a punch that isn't a cheap shot." The Super Kitty would bring her hands to her sides, opening up her steely muscled core to goad Spectre into making the first move!

"Come on." Kat curled her fingers. There were no obvious signs from her of any intent to counter or block. Kat seemed determined to get an honest strike move out of her opponent here.