Paradise Lost

Somewhere in the grand Arena with Elysium...

Marie Claire

Loss after loss after loss, each one somehow more humiliating than the last. With each loss to another girl half my size, my goal started to get further and further away. Get back to where I deserve to be: the TOP of pro wrestling. So focused on arguing with whether or not I'm a jobber or 'simp' or whatever else, I lost sight of who I was.. That was until I came across Communion. A legit wrestling promotion with legit matches scheduled... and they wanted ME? Clearly they saw just how good I was, past all the bullshit losses to moves that would never fly in a legit promotion. This was it...Marie Claire was BACK, baby, and she was here to make her GRAND debut.

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The first notes of my arguably obnoxiously loud theme BLAST over the speakers, a shudder running through me. It's been WAY too long since I've gotten to hear this. Flipping the curtain open as I strut out onto the stage, my confident aura just oozing as I grin ear to ear. Dusting off the gold version of my attire that I hadn't worn since one of my title defenses (no matter that I may have lost that), I strut down to the ring, an extra sway in my hips along with the beat of the song. Stepping through the ropes, the massive video board behind me, as I frame my face with my hands, my signature pose as I give a wink. My theme eventually fades out as I go back to my corner, waiting to see who I was taking on in my debut!

Daisy Fletcher

I can remember my first HUGE break like it was only yesterday, partially because it was yesterday! Only after a few short episodes of my web series, I received an invitation for something like an exhibition match for a group called Communion. Something, something grand arena, yada yada celestial proving grounds. Whatever! I was just eager to get started on making Daisy Fletcher a household name in the world of Pro wrestling! My only issue was that with it being the first time I was in part of a LIVE crowd, I was a bit more anxious than usual to get matched up against someone who would squash me like a bug! I didn't want a TOTAL jobber either; if I was gonna win, I wanted it to be because I fought for it! The promoter assured me that the match would be fair, and to guarantee it, I'd get matched against someone who I would have chemistry with! So who am I to turn down such a great offer? After packing my new attire, booking a flight, and handing over the keys to the dog sitter, I set off for the city to finally make my big debut for Communion!

The locker rooms were clean and pristine, and the staff was perfectly accommodating! They even helped make sure the makeup I was using was premium stuff and even gave me a few souvenirs as welcome gifts! There was also something...off...about this place. I felt strangely renewed, despite getting a TERRIBLE sleep on the plane. But who am I to question a second wind? I laced up the boots, fastened the belt, and made my way to the starting ramp while I waited for my opponent to finish her entrance before beginning my mind. That music, though...why does it sound strangely familiar? I didn't have time to dwell on it before my cue was given, a firm hand on my back thrusting me out from behind the shadowy curtain and into the spotlight as I waved and high-fived eager fans on either side of the ramp before sliding into the ring, where I'd usually do my whole opening, but once I noticed my opponent, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"MARIE?!?"

Marie Claire

I'm focused on myself, as usual, hearing the slight cheers from the fans. Instead, I take the time to do some last-second stretching and preparations. Just being in the arena was making me feel like I was at the top of my form! In a place this great, I was definitely going to be given a tough opponent. Someone respectable in the pro wrestling world. I'd be taking on champions, 20-year veterans, soon-to-be Hall of famers! No more models turned wrestlers that get lucky cause they use some move that should be illegal. No muscles out chud that was gonna cheat their way to victory. And most importantly of all...there was absolutely zero chance that In a place like this I'd EVER see.....

"D-D-DAISY?!?!?"

Staring at you, eyes wide and face quickly flushing red. If this were a cartoon, around this time is where you'd see the steam erupt from my ears. Shaking my head, stammering as my fists are clenched into tight fists, stomping my boot on the canvas in a full-on tantrum, "W-What the hell are YOU doing here?? They let fans into the ring or something?? No... It can't..." I look down, noticing you're in gear...the gears turning in my brain as I scoff, "Y-YOU are MY opponent?!" I call out in complete disgust. But I stop, taking a deep breath, "Come on, Marie...just like we practiced..." My hand level with my chest, rising as I take a deep breath before pushing down with my exhale. After a few repetitions of some much-needed 'woo-sahs,' I look over at you again. "It's fine! They want to bring you on as my first little jobber opponent? Fine!! I have a butt kicking with your name on it ANYWAYS. You're in MY world now...a REAL ring...not your shoddy little backyard crap! I can't WAIT to show you that you don't belong here!"

 Daisy Fletcher

Frozen in place, my thoughts started traveling a mile a minute as I went through every known human emotion. Is this some sick prank Marie set up, just so she could beat me in front of an audience with no dirty tricks? Why here, of all places? Do I really have what it takes to beat her again? Luckily, seeing Marie nearly suffer from a mental breakdown bought me the necessary opening to retreat to my corner, grabbing the top ropes and butting my head against the cushioned turnbuckle as if that was what I needed to knock some sense back into my head. "Come on, Fletcher, you beat her once! You can do it again!" Talking to my nonexistent cornerman seemed to do some kind of trick, as I patted the sides of my head and turned around, marching back to stand off with my familiar foe!

"Your first little jobber?!?" I scoffed as I poked a finger straight into your sternum. "Do you wanna take a trip down memory lane and remember who ended up jobbing to me by the end of our first encounter? And I'll have you know, it doesn't matter where we are, when we are, or even...WHO we are! I'll still kick the crap out of your butt any day of the week!" I couldn't really tell if I was shouting or squeaking, or even if what I was saying made any sense at all, but all I knew was if I rode my confidence, even false confidence, throughout the match, there was still a chance I'd come out on top!

Marie Claire

My eyes go wide, nearly gasping as your finger pokes right at my chest.. I hear every word you say, the memories of our first match-up rushing back... Getting embarrassed, teased, and knocked out by a girl who could count all of her matches on one hand?? My face getting red again, fists clenched, before I shake my head, "D-Don't you TOUCH me!" I lift my hand, palming your face as I give it a hard SHOVE. I glare down at you, raising up on the tip of my toes to do so, "Your "WIN" was a TOTAL fluke! Now I'm gonna be nice to you for SOME reason... March back up that ramp so they can give me a REAL opponent! Cause if you don't... I'm gonna hurt you REAL bad!" I growl at you, trying to intimidate you right out of this ring, never wanting to see you again!

Daisy Fletcher

Nearly tripping and stumbling over my own legs, I miraculously feel myself caught on the ropes just to rebound back into it, as if some celestial third party was providing some divine intervention. Hobbling and skipping haphazardly before flopping right back on top of you, standing chest to chest, face to face! Leaning forward just enough to be able to butt foreheads together like two bulls locked in a stalemate. "And I'm gonna do you a FAVOR! How about you go up the ramp instead, just so you walk away with your BODY and PRIDE intact!" Snarling, hissing, growling, making every vocalization just to show you just how much I don't like you right now!

Marie Claire

Shoving you over as I grin, proud of myself. I deserved better than this...and I was convinced this little girl would stumble right out of this ring. So imagine my surprise when she flops back right into me, staring right into my eyes, chest pressing against mine. I shudder as she responds, referencing the times when she's beaten me. I feel that familiar surge of submission going through me, something I've felt in plenty of matches as of late. But as if some third party was helping, it quickly washed away as my confidence surged again. Glaring at you as I scoff, "Fine..." I point over to the side of the ring, hoping you will look as well. "Hey, timekeeper! Go ahead and ring the-" Hopefully my cheap distraction worked...because the second you turn your head, I try to CRACK my forearm against the side of your head with a strong cheap shot, looking to guarantee control from the get-go!

Daisy Fletcher

My head turns, following the gesture of your hand as I watch the figure just beyond the ring move to ring the bell. Only, the ringing sounds off, as if it suddenly took precedence over the ambient noise as it became the only noise I could hear. A few moments of existential pondering were all I needed before I realized the ringing was just the result of my ears ringing from a sucker blow! My head spins around, and the bright lights create a blurry spectacle of lights as I spin around the ring like a clumsy ballerina, my feet trampling over themselves as I rotate around the ring, too dazed and stunned to snap out of my spiral!

Marie Claire

The *SMACK* sound of my forearm hitting your chin echoes through the arena, watching you stumble and trip around the ring. A grin grows on my face as the bell quickly rings after the start of action. "Aww, harder than the silly little shots you are used to?" I approach, watching you dizzily stumble before I step in with a harsh kick aimed right for your belly. "Like I said...you DON'T belong in this ring with me!"

  Daisy Fletcher

For a ballerina, my pirouette was magnificent. The only issue was I was neither a ballerina, nor was I trying to perform a pirouette. My endless spinning only ramped up as my view started bouncing and blurring into one ginormous mess before everything came to a screeching halt with a swift kick right to my stomach. My eyes nearly pop out of their eye sockets, and some spit rejects from my puffed-up cheeks as my body folds around your foot like a car bending around a tree on impact. On the rebound, I simply splattered against the ground and curled up into a fetal position, massaging my ruined belly while caught up in a coughing fit! "...y-you...*cough cough*...bitch!...."

  Marie Claire

My boot HITS your belly hard, watching as you drop to the mat into the fetal position. I can't help but laugh at you, pointing down as I look out to the crowd, "THIS is who you wanted my first opponent to be?" I walk over, pressing one of my boots on the back of your head and pressing down, shifting most of my weight onto that leg. My arms out at my sides as I yell out, "She's not on my level!! Get me some REAL competition!" I yell out before lifting my boot up for a hard stomp against the back of your head!

Daisy Fletcher

Knees shuffle, and elbows roll around as I crawl to all fours, feeling my forearms and shins wobbling under the pressure while I still reel from the pain. "You are so-GGGUUUHHH". My forehead barely forms a 90-degree angle with the ground before I feel a hard boot against the back of my head, pinning me to the ground while I flounder around like a fish out of water. My black lipstick leaves a smear against the canvas as I try to push off, the rest of my body angling awkwardly into the ground. Just when I feel the slightest bit of freedom, I lift my head just for it to dribble against the floor with a hard smack, scattering stars and birds around my hairline as I just lie spread out on the canvas spread out like a starfish.

 Marie Claire

My boot stomps down against your head, keeping it there for a moment as I watch you struggle before I step back. Brushing my hands off together as I let out a sigh, "Too easy!" I drop to my knees, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as I give it a harsh flip to your back, "Stick to the backyard and fetish wrestling!" I cackle as I drop my chest against yours, one hand grabbing your thigh to hook your leg up high while the other palms your cheek to SHOVE your face into the mat. Looking for an early and disrespectful pin, winking at the camera as I feel like this is already won and done!

Daisy Fletcher

"Guuuuhhhh faaaaahhhh..." My eyes just stare up at the burning lights lazily, eyelids hanging dangerously low like my chances of winning this match! The ground shakes with the booming voice overhead, beginning the countdown towards my demise. "One!" The swimming images in my mind began to converge as one as I gained some semblance of awareness right as the clock hit the next count. "Two!". All it took was a small spark to kick off the chain reaction. Feeling the adrenaline surging through my veins, I huffed in a deep breath before coiling up my body and kicking, attempting to break free of the pin and, at the very least, flop onto my side to recover!

 Marie Claire

Keeping you in my tight pin, my grip on your thigh tight and my face practically grinding your face down into the canvas. Counting along with the ref's count, my vision locked on the camera as I prepare for my big win. But right before I get the count of three, I feel you shove and flop to your side! I lean back, looking down at you with an annoyed look... but I take a deep breath and keep it together. "Fine... You wanna tap out instead? I can arrange that!" I flop back to my butt to take a seat, two hands grabbing your dark hair as I try to drag you near my lap before clamping my thighs on your head to set up for a tight head scissors!

Daisy Fletcher

Lying on my side reminds me of waking up after snoozing my alarm 3 times, only this time I'm trying to get active while you're trying to rock me back to bed! I barely have time to scoot out from under the blanket of your pin before I feel claws digging into my jet-black locks, dragging me back to the impending abyss of sleep before two luxurious pillows for thighs clamp around my head. Nails dig into hardened skin as I start flutter-kicking, swimming across the canvas floor while gasping for every drop of air, trying to fight my way out of this nightmare!

  Marie Claire

I get my hold locked on perfectly, grinning from ear to ear while looking down at you. My thick thighs stay tight around your head as I give a tight squeeze while I wiggle my hips. "Aww, too tight for you, hun? You can always tap...you know how to do that?" I reach down to snatch your wrist, mocking a tap-out by making your hand paw at my thigh, "Just like that! You can also beg like a good girl, and maybe I'll actually let you go!" Every successful move just makes me more and more confident, turning to the upset crowd to blow them a taunting kiss before turning to my other hand, checking out my nails

  Daisy Fletcher

Feeling the darkness encroaching on the edges of my vision, it's only a matter of time before I'm down and out in my own debut! "Come...on...Fletcher!" I screamed in my mind as I threw one leg in front of the other, bicycle kicking so that instead of lying perpendicular to them, I managed to slide my chin in between your legs to wedge some leverage. I needed to target an ankle, reaching for one to try and pry it loose. One hand grabbed onto the digits, the other around the heel, and I just slowly started pulling, twisting it, adding degree after degree as I slowly pried myself free!

  Marie Claire

Still feeling like I'm in complete control, I bring my hand to my face to let out an exaggerated yawn, "Any minute now...this wimp will either tap or go night night!" I call out, chuckling to myself. But your frantic kicking and squirming start to work, your chin adjusting and your hand gripping my ankle. I look down with a slightly surprised look, scoffing, "What the hell do you think you're doing! Just tap out, you little br-AHH!" I gasp as I feel a sudden TWIST on my ankle, my boot not offering as much protection as I'd hoped. My hold loosens up a bit, shaking my head as I try to refocus before I feel you twist even more! Not letting up as I arch back, letting out a sharp cry as I have no choice but to abandon the hold! I scoot back, my hands reaching down for my ankle as I try to nurse the pain away. "Now you're REALLY gonna get it..." I growl, trying to charge up, but slightly limping once I put pressure on my ankle, giving you an extra moment to recover!

 Daisy Fletcher

Finally free from the confines of your slender legs, I awkwardly roll away like a tumbleweed before bouncing against the ropes, back and arms across the bottom rope as I massage my throat, feeling the cool, refreshing air come flooding back in. I can still see your lumbering form charging at me, deciding that fighting fire with fire would be my best option. "Oh, you are SO fucking done..." I growled as I hobbled forward, hunched over and shambling like a zombie as my head still felt lighter than usual with the lack of oxygen. Luckily, my dizzying dash worked to my favor as I stumbled over my feet at the last moment, arms outstretched to catch myself and instead finding nothing but your leg, tackling the both of us back to the ground!

Marie Claire

Taking it a little easy on my ankle before I turn my attention towards you, seeing red after your escape as I charge towards you! Not thinking of any strategies or plans, just wanting to totally bulldoze through you as a reminder of how much better I am than you! But as I get closer, you seemingly stumble and flail your way into me, catching my legs as you take advantage of our clash! "Huh?!" I flail to my back, wincing a little on impact as you tackle us both down to the ground! I wiggle and squirm against the mat, my feet kicking as I try to plant my boots to the ground while my hands flail up to try and grab onto your wrists, "J-Just stop- struggling dammit! You're making this more annoying than it has to be!! Just LOSE!"

Daisy Fletcher

From the big screens above, I looked like a giant toddler throwing a tantrum as I clung to your leg, trying to wrap around it and not let go. On the ground, however, I get 0 sense of that as my eyes are clenched and teeth gritted, eating both heel strikes to my cheeks and claw scrapes to my wrists, clinging onto your leg like a tree trunk. "No! How about you just submit!" I shouted back as I wriggled back and forth, attempting to roll my body around and over in any direction but that of your hands. At least I still held on to your ankle, picked it up, and tried to keep your back to the canvas as I gently rolled us into a single-leg Boston crab, putting all my eggs in one basket while wrapping all my arms over your one leg!

Marie Claire

Squirming and wiggling my hips, my frantic flailing doesn't get me any of the results I was hoping for as you stay clinging to my leg. "Ugh..What the hell are you doing! Just- o-oh shit!" I realize way too late what was happening, as you were matching my wiggling to get momentum...rolling me over to my stomach. Eyes wide, feeling your little butt settle down on my back as you PULL on my leg! My back forced to arch, my leg bent back as you lock a Boston crab onto my leg! "A-AHHHH!" I cry out, my face flushing red not just cause of the pain, but the embarrassment of finding myself in this submission hold. My free leg kicks around, my boot smacking against the mat, while my hands claw against the mat, trying to quickly drag us towards the ropes!

Daisy Fletcher

Feeling your boot click right behind my shoulder, I finally start to relax a bit as I finally get the match swinging in my favor again. Looking out into the crowd, both hands right on top of your knee, a short tug on it is followed by me flexing my free arm, kissing the bicep as I get to showboat a little and really show off for the fans. "Hey, how about a taste of your own medicine!?" I laughed as I kept torquing on your leg, feeling the joints roll as your heel almost clicked with the back of your skull. A sly smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I lean forward, lightly flicking my tongue against the interior of your thigh before swooping down for a massive chomp of your leg, leaving small indents where my incisors made landfall!

Marie Claire

I wince and let out another sharp cry of pain, looking over my shoulder to glare back at you. That's when I see you flexing your little arm and giving your own bicep a kiss, making me see red! "Y-You're SERIOUSLY TAUNTING?!?" I squirm around even more, but my fire gets snuffed back as you torque back even more, bringing my high-pitched cries back! I feel the bottom of my boot graze against my head, gasping as I lay my chest flat on the mat. It leaves me not able to crawl around, but loosens some of the intense bend in my back. Breathing heavily, trying to think of the next plan of action...When I feel your tongue flick right against my inner thigh! My eyes shoot wide, a moan slipping out from my lips as I get goosebumps, "W-w-what the- h-hell are you- " I cut myself off, a scream that goes a few octaves higher than my usual pitch, as you take a big bite into my thigh! I flail and bounce around frantically, desperate for an escape, "AHH! SHE'S BITING ME! R-REF!! CAMERA GUY?? S-SOMEONE!!"

Daisy Fletcher

Doing my best hybrid/vampire/monster thing impression, I dramatically flip my hair up and over my shoulders while wiping the trail of saliva from my lips as if it was blood before I twiddle a finger or two along your leg. "Oh Marie, no one's coming to save you..." I hissed as I gently tossed the leg down, sliding around and extending my body so I could lie out atop you. Feeling the warm skin on mine, soaking in your essence like a reptile, I gently weave my arms along your body until they slither under an arm and around to your face. "...you're stuck in here with me!" One hand slides under your arm and hooks onto your shoulder, the other sliding around and cupping your chin gently but firmly. With another snarl, I bared my fangs and lurched onto another part, this time trying to sink my fangs into your neck for added points in pain and pleasure!

Marie Claire

You flaunt and show off again behind me while I'm too dazed and from the bite to throw much of a tantrum over it this time, tensing up and shuddering as your fingers flutter across my leg. Finally released from the hold as my leg flops down, my arms reach back to nurse my back, though only for a moment, as you lay down across me. I whine, wiggling my hips side to side in a form of protest as I feel you setting me up. All tied and tangled up, panting a bit as your hand cups my chin, my eyes flashing a glare back at you. "What do you think... y-you're doing, you b-brat! I swear..when I get out... I'm gonnaa-AAAH?!" My eyes shoot wide as I feel you bite down again, this time right against my neck! My body tenses and seizes up, arms locked up as my legs twitch out. Mouth hanging open as my face scrunches up and winces, crying out as I can't wrap my mind around how to try and defend against your unusual offense!

Daisy Fletcher

I can feel the paralysis seeping through your veins, my sultry surprise already short-circuiting your wiring. It was only a matter of time before you were fully petrified, left perfectly vulnerable for me to devour. I slowly rose while I held one hand on your back, the other squishing your face against the canvas as I arched my back, leaning up, popping my tongue out as I basked in the roar of the arena. I slid off slowly, ensuring you felt every ripple of my body as my hair stood on end. Grabbing one leg, I dragged you right in front of one of the corner posts as I plopped it back down, walking over and climbing up the turnbuckles like an animal gone possessed. I stood atop the final rung, waving to the crowd and pumping my arms to rally them into a singular energetic pulse before I bent my knees and launched, soaring through the air for a majestic backflip, aiming to crash my body into you!

Marie Claire

My eyes keep fluttering back, the whites of my eyes showing a bit. My tense body seizing and shuddering a few times while my arms are locked up in a frozen state. Finally, you pull free as you stand up, basking in your glory while I flop to the mat, writhing around while my hand paws at the side of my neck, feeling the little indents where your teeth sank in. I don't put up much of a fight as you grab my leg to drag me across the canvas, my arms splayed out at my sides as my hands make small attempts to sink my fingers into the matting. Set up near the corner as I stir around, my eyes looking up to see you climbing and steadying yourself on the top rope! Eyes wide, my mind racing, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I need to move, but my body was slow to reply...not paying attention to my mind's pleading to move out of here. You dive back, but I manage to move my legs up, tucking my knees up towards my chest to leave a rough landing pad for you!

Daisy Fletcher

Time slows down as I soar, now arms extending like wings as I flew through the air, casting an ominous shadow on the ground. Despite my magnificent trajectory, as soon as I rounded the bend and looked down, I only caught a glimpse of my impending doom, setting me up for a crash landing. "OH SHI-GGGGYYYYAAAHHHH". My perky chest offered very little cushion as my ribs slammed against bony knees, feeling the piercing joints jut against my body as I folded around them, bouncing off of them, clutching at my abdomen that burned and stung. My entire world exploded with pain and blurry shapes, too stunned to even roll over onto all fours. Every breath felt like inhaling razors as I curled up into a ball, running my hands around my body to try and squeeze the pain out while gasping and coughing endlessly.

Marie Claire

Wincing, preparing for impact as I feel your body slam across my knees! While it's a lot better than taking your dive head-on, it still leaves a bit of a rough crash as I groan out. But as I sit up, I realize I have no room to complain after seeing how much worse you have it. My arm flailing out to catch the second rope to steady myself, seeing you curled up and coughing. I let out a harsh cough myself, rubbing my cheek with the back of my fist as I slowly drag myself up to my feet while my gaze stays locked down on you. "Th-That's enough..." I grumble, wobbling a few times before I finally get my footing together. Still glaring at you, feeling myself getting angrier and angrier before I shout out, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" I charge towards you, full sprint, as I try to swing my boot up for a soccer ball-like kick right against your body, hoping to hit the same area you just landed on my knees with!

Daisy Fletcher

Like a car warping around a tree after crashing into it at Mach speed, all my insides feel like they were just ejected from my body as I stumble around on the floor searching for a way out of this mess. My eyes start to water again, further clouding my vision and dotting the floor of the ring. "f-f-fuh...You're so fuu-GGGUUHHH". Right as I turn around, I notice a giant blob shuffling towards me, and before I know it, the hard-tipped spear of a boot stabs me right between my breasts, piercing my sternum and shattering what little guard I had been building. The centralized area of my chest starts to glow red, painting a massive target of a bruise front and center and sending me snowballing back against the ropes. My arms dangle over the middle rope as my head hangs low, definitely caught in the low of being ragdolled!

Marie Claire

My boot SLAMS right against your chest, as I watch you flail backwards into the ropes. Seeing you dangling against the middle rope, I storm over and reach down for a handful of your dark hair. Level with my hips, I give your hair a harsh tug to look up at my grinning face. "Alright, Daisy... playtime's over! I hope you enjoyed your little moment to show off...cause that's all you're gonna get!" I go down to my knees to get eye level with you while still clutching your hair with one hand as I pull the other one back, making a fist and slamming a full-on strike to your exposed tummy. Still seeing red, not even thinking about going for pro moves at the moment!

Daisy Fletcher

The edges of my lipstick smear around my lips and a few streaks of eyeliner run down my cheek as our officially sanctioned match descends into chaos. Pawing at your grip with tender hands, I rise to my feet just to nearly buckle over them, feeling the harsh embrace of your calloused fist against my soft belly! "Wait wait wa-GUUUUUHHHHH!" The lack of any fat means the blow strikes against solid muscle, almost folding my body inward as my eyes grow wide and a spray of saliva ejects from my mouth, suffering from the effects of a meaty body hook. On the recoil, my body sags against your arm, one hand reaching up over your shoulder like an inebriated friend while my other clings to your arm, trying to both hang on and push you away!

Marie Claire

I can't help but feel a grin flicker across my face as I hear you cry out from pain after my strike. Feeling you lean heavily against me as your hands paw and shove against me, shaking my head as I just make sure to grab around your body even tighter. One arm hooked around your waist, the other sliding up the back of your neck to grab your dark hair so you look up at me, "I don't think so Daisy! You're not going anywhere. Now how about I show you the difference between a silly wanna be wrestler and a REAL one!" Keeping my arm around your waist as I try to swing my body behind, now both arms snug around your waist with my chest pressed up to your back. I take a deep breath before I lock my hips and try to lift you up and toss you over my head with a German Suplex, not giving much thought to where or how you will land!

Daisy Fletcher

Birds just flew around my head in a cartoony circle as I wobbled back and forth, like a Mortal Kombat character waiting for the fatality as you put in the combo, sliding behind me to wrap me up in another embrace. I try pushing down on the restraints around my waist, unable to get them to budge while widening my stance to try and pop myself out. I pull an arm forward to try and cock it for an elbow before I feel your arms suddenly spring into action, pulling us both down like a spring before shooting up. The only issue was that while your feet remained fastened to the ground, my free-hanging feet vaulted backwards with the rest of my body until I SPLATTERED against the ground, folding in on itself as my legs flop over on top of my chest, my butt raised in the air in an embarrassing position! "Guuuuuhhhhh faaaahhhhhhh....."

Marie Claire

Sending you soaring back, releasing at the top to make sure your landing is as rough as it possibly can be, hearing the thud behind me as I drop to my own back. I bring my knees up to my chest, palms pressing against the mat just for a little extra support before I kip up Heartbreak Kid style! Kicking up to my feet as I grin, "I've always wanted to do that," looking down at my hands in surprise before I turn towards you with a laugh, "And look at you!" I walk over, lifting my boot and planting it down right onto your raised butt, making sure to grind my foot like I was putting out a cigarette. "Just stay right where you are Daisy, this is the perfect finish for a little wanna be like you!" I let out a little satisfied sigh, looking down at my nails, right back to feeling smug and in control. "One~... Two~..." I count, practically singing the count

Daisy Fletcher

Balled up and nearly defeated, the thumping of the arena steadily brings me back as it pierces through the ringing in my ears. As I blink myself awake, the world steadily rights itself, or in this case, flips itself upside down as I realize I'm rolled up and about to be folded into my first defeat. "Wha Wha? WAIT NO!" I shrieked as I scrambled on my back awkwardly, first trying to kick my way out with your foot falling onto my stomach, wincing from the pain of another indirect kick to the stomach before trying to sweep the leg out from on top of me while crawling to the ropes, sliding over the side of the ring for a much-needed reset!

Marie Claire

Grinning happily, just about to proudly exclaim the count of three when I feel you scramble! I fall forward, my foot incidentally stomping down against your stomach. I scoff, "Pfft, what an idio-WOAH!" You manage to sweep my standing leg as I awkwardly flop backwards with a thud on the mat, folding up with my legs over my head. A much less graceful sight than my stylish leap earlier, legs up in the air and kicking before I flop over to my belly. My hands clench into a fist, looking up as I see you crawling to the ropes and sliding to the apron. "Alright, you little twerp... Enough is enough. I'll just make sure you don't get up again!!" Pushing myself up, I sprint towards you as I plan on slamming myself into you to send you flying to the outside. My eyes widen in anticipation, getting giddy just thinking about sending you flying to a hard splat on the outside! 

Daisy Fletcher

Slithering along the ground like a snake, I grab the edge of the canvas and heave myself over, rolling along the ground and springing to my feet with outstretched arms, gesturing to the crowd with an awkwardly forced smile despite being on the back foot for most of the match! As I turn around, my wide, goofy grin flips upside down to a horrified frown as I see all 120 pounds of pure fury flying towards me, shooting out from between the ropes like a bullet from a gun. To effectively counter your high-flying move, my body twists to the side and tries to follow your motion, waiting for you to fly by before my arms, which are still reaching like the claws of a trap, close in around your body, flipping you up and over the barricades to send you flying into the first row of the stands!

Marie Claire

Taking off towards you, seeing you stumbling around...just perfect as I know I'm about to totally SLAM through you! Once I get close, I jump and dive myself through the ropes, flying towards you for a pretty reckless dive! But my big excited grin changes to a look of shock, feeling your arms tightly hugging around me right as I get close to you! You aren't able to catch me, but you are able to flip and change my momentum! "W-What the FU-" I flip upside down and over the barricade, fans clearing out, leaving me to land right against the chairs! These weren't flimsy metal chairs at an indie show; they were the real deal as Communion spared no expense. Unfortunately for me, that meant an even worse landing. My body loses the battle, bending and folding across the edge of the seats as I SQUEAL out in agony. Sprawled out before slowly sinking down head first, dangling upside down in the wreckage as I'm groaning, laid out in the front row

Daisy Fletcher

Now this time, I'm able to take a proper bow, substituting a standing ovation for the sound of clattering steel meeting flesh before bending over dramatically, all to add a whip of her raven-tinted hair to cap off her theatrics. "AND DOWN GOES CLAIRE!" I shouted as I skipped over, stooping down to lightly tap your round cheeks to get a proper assessment of the damage. "Hello? Earth to Marie?" I pouted when there was a lack of response, only the sound of what sounded like a low rumble from your throat, as I shrugged. I grabbed a lock of your hair and tugged you to your feet, gently cradling your pretty little face under my arm while I patted your back, rubbing the smooth planes tenderly. "Don't worry, Marie, it'll be all over soon~" I cooed as I fell backwards, spiking the top of your crown against one of the fallen chairs for a rough ending!

Marie Claire

Writhing around in agony, hearing you shouting and showing off with a bow while I'm still stuck in my little predicament. I gasp out, face wincing as you grab onto a handful of my hair, dragging me up as I sway and stumble forwards, leaning heavily against you while your arm wraps around my head. I whine, shaking my head and wiggling my hips side to side as you pat my back, "Mmphh...w-w-wait!! D-Don't you-" I can't even finish my protest as you fall back, my head SPIKED right against the seat of the chair! The THUNKING sound is loud, the impact enough for my head to slightly bounce up before I collapse in a crumpled mess at your feet. Seeing stars while my eyes flutter and roll around, as my dominant lead in this matchup is quickly snuffed out!

Daisy Fletcher

My back clashes against the cold steel, the harsh sting of metal biting into me as I roll off to the side amongst the clattering chairs. I slowly rise to my feet, accidentally grabbing onto a fan to assist me before quickly brushing myself off, looking back to your disheveled body. "Ahh, sleeping on the job?" I teased, gently nudging your body with my foot as I tapped my chin with my finger. After only a few moments of deliberation, I stooped down to grab one foot and drag your sleepy head over to the mock announcer's table, laying it out on top like a peaceful corpse. I backed up slowly, holding my hands to form a photo frame to capture this moment. "And now, time to put an end to this..." I hummed as I climbed back into the ring, climbing to the top of a turnbuckle. Before even thinking of leaping, I waved out to the crowd and pumped my arms, trying to rally the crowd and generate an even bigger pop for our match!

Marie Claire

I was a total mess after getting slammed headfirst onto the hard chairs set up at ringside, some of the fans even taking pictures of the small dent that formed on my landing. I slowly stir and writhe around, all the sound around me sounding woozy and distant as I struggle to recover. My hands lightly touch my head, checking for any damage while also trying to soothe my headache. My little moment of rest comes to a swift stop as I feel you grab my foot and drag me along, softly whining in confusion. Shoved up and placed across a table, I sprawl out against it as I continue to helplessly groan. Sprawled out, arms at my sides as my chest heaves up and down, gulping for air like it was medicine that would make me feel better. I can faintly hear the sounds of cheering getting louder, lifting my head up to look immediately around me, but not seeing anything. "Whaa...quiet down...some of us are...trying to sleep..." I grumble

Daisy Fletcher

Bringing my hands up to my ear to really take in the roar of the crowd, the wave washing over me as the hooting and hollering rings from all sides. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" I shouted, totally reveling in my position as I slowly turned to the still body on the table, pointing and sticking my thumb out before tilting it down into a thumbs down and prepping myself for the epic finale. "Alright, Fletch...you got this...just a leap of faith..." The thoughts rang out in my head as I bent my knees and took a few bounces on the top rope, feeling the ring shudder and groan beneath me as I finally crouched down for the last time, launched off of them as I took flight and soared into an attempt at a body splash through the announcer's table!

Marie Claire

Squirming and writhing around when I hear a muffled, even LOUDER yell, much to my dismay. I squirm, my legs kicking once in protest as I lazily sit up. "W-What did I say about being quiet?" I look up, seeing you perched up on the top rope with a thumbs down pointed right at me! My already wide eyes go even wider as you LEAP, seeing your soaring towards me! "O-OH SHIT!" My legs practically move on their own, as I flail off the table and flop to the side for a rough little landing. Though my landing is NOTHING compared to the landing I'm leaving for you with that announce table!

Daisy Fletcher

My mind was already imagining the stomach-on-stomach impact, of how I would land on top of you so that my fall would be cushioned, feeling your own body bend around mine from the recoil. My eyes even fluttered shut mid-flight to lose myself in the dreamlike state of free fall. Instead, as I opened my eyes, I only saw you scramble off of the desk and onto the floor, leaving a cold black table as my landing pad. "OH SHIT!" As if our cries synced up, I tried to brace my body and just splattered against the table, the edge jutting into my stomach as I folded over the table, my upper half slumped against the desk and the lower half spread against the ground!

Marie Claire

Just flopping to the lightly padded floor, more concerned with getting out of the way than having a graceful landing, I wince as I push up to my hands and knees before rolling over to look back at you. Slumped over the table, my eyes light up as I push up to my feet and stumble over towards you. My right hand slides up the back of your neck to grab a handful of your dark hair, while my other grabs onto the waistband of your bottoms. I lean in close, practically laying across your back and pressed up against you, "Playtime's over, Daisy... I'm finishing you off for good!" I drag you off the table, dragging you by the two harsh grips I have on you as I turn and toss you back into the ring. But rather than follow you into the ring, I first hurry over to the technician who was set up near the announcer table, just behind the barricade. "Move, nerd!!" My hand palms his face as I give him a shove, standing in front of the controls. "Lemme see..." I flip some switches, hitting some buttons, looking for the right thing. Accidentally cueing my own theme song for a moment, a light flicker or two, even setting off some pyro that makes me jump. But finally I found exactly what I'm looking for, as there's a loud *GROAN* sound from up above the ring. I look up as my smile grows cartoonishly large. "There we go~" The large steel cage that hung above the ring begins its slow descent as I quickly slide into the ring to beat it before it completely locks us in!

Daisy Fletcher

Still waving around like a balloon in the air, I groggily stumble around like I just lost my glasses in the dark. "Buuuhhh, where...where am I?" I groaned as a firm hand gently grabbed me and tossed me back into the ring like a discarded toy. The whooshing noise in my ears started to die down alongside the sharp, piercing, stinging pitch as I fumbled and stumbled toward the corner, flopping against it as the cushioned turnbuckle pressed into the swell of my back. Sweat trickled down my body, creating a nice sheen across my pale skin as the bright lights kept beaming down on us. I looked up as I noticed movement, a weary hand blocking the spotlights above, as I saw a large shadowy structure cross my vision, only to realize the imposing steel cage falling around me. I quickly climbed up the corner post to try and duck underneath, but the walls soon slammed down shut in front of me. Staring past the chain-linked barrier, I simply gulped as I climbed back down meekly, turning around while raising my arms defensively. "Yeah, let's uh...end this...hehe..."

Marie Claire

Standing in the ring, arms crossed as I grin down at you. Watching as you stumble around and get to your feet, "Aww, what's wrong? Nowhere to run?" I had a big grin on my face, but on the inside I was still dazed. That DDT rang my bell, and there was a good chance I was gonna be out for a week or two with a concussion. But I can push that aside, focused on you. I step closer with my eyebrow raised, "Oh, I agree...I'm gonna end YOU!" I take off towards you, as fast as my wobbly legs will take me at this point. Once I'm within arm's reach, I pull my arm back and SWING a forearm right for your cheek, hoping to stun you and get you ready for allll the other ideas rushing into my mind for what to do to you

Daisy Fletcher

I stepped forward, rolling my shoulders and hissing as I felt a slight kink as I rolled it back, plus the ache in my ribs along my left side and my calves that feel like they are on fire. Despite wear and tear taking its toll on my body, I raised my arms to try and lunge forward for another lock up to finish our little duel, only to turn to the side as I see your arm take a detour. "What the- OOF!" My head whips to the side as the blow catches me by surprise, flopping over to the side on top of the ropes with my chin and arms resting on the middle rope as my head lolls to the side with stars flying around my head!

Marie Claire

Expecting a lock-up, my forearm SMACKS right against your cheek, loud enough for the fans in the front row to hear. I have to shake my own arm a little, tingly from how hard I struck you. I watch as you flop to the ropes, head lolling as I grin from ear to ear again. I strut over, my right hand snatching your hair and giving it a tug to make you look up at me. "Dizzy again, huh? You're MINE, Daisy," I say in a snarl. "There's no running off, or getting lucky, or using the chairs outside to stun me!! I'm gonna finally put you in your place, you little brat...behind me!" I step back, keeping my grip on your hair while my other hand grabs your shorts to drag you to the center. Once I do, I turn and let out a yell, aiming on tossing you right into the steel cage wall, not considering your landing whatsoever!

Daisy Fletcher

My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, like the muscles in my limbs have solidified into concrete and my wrists and ankles are filled with lead. A weak groan leaks out from between my lips as my front side smears against the canvas floor before rattling against the wall of the arena. The metal lining shudders and nearly collapses against my weight as the side bulges outward before slingshotting back the other way, throwing me like a limp ragdoll straight back into the center of the ring where I lay sprawled out and spread-eagled!

Marie Claire

I send you FLYING, nearly stumbling forwards from how much I put into throwing you. Catching my footing as I quickly look up, not wanting to miss the view of your impact. The cage wall shakes and rattles on impact as you fly off and bounce to the middle of the ring. Grinning as I shake my head, my hand patting over my open mouth as I pretend to yawn before I strut over, putting an extra sway in my hips before I reach down. Snatching each of your ankles in each hand as I look to fold you up... Pinning your boots over your head as I lay my body across the back of your legs. "One....Two....NOPE!" I reach down and TUG at your hair to sit you back up, my other hand reaching to shove and smack at your face, "Not that easy...all your teasing and mocking me is gonna get paid back TENfold!" I try to drag you up towards your feet again, my grip on your hair and shorts as I turn my attention to the other wall. Rushing forward as I look to send you into the cage wall again!

Daisy Fletcher

My body feels weightless as it rolls up on itself on the floor, my ankles tapping the sides of my temples as the warmth of our bodies piled up as one nearly lulls me to sleep. My body nearly resigns itself to this fate before I feel a thunderous quake beneath me jolt me back awake as I realize the count has started again. The second one settles my senses back into a state of paralysis before I feel my hair pulled up at the scalp, unknowingly saving myself from an embarrassing defeat. I don't even pay attention to the words being muttered right in my ear as I feel the both of us coil up like a spring-loaded gun. My body twirls out of your grasp like a dance, feeling an arm slide along my waist as I snap! Right at the end, my arms cling around yours and send YOU charging into the wall instead. "Not until you get yours first!"

Marie Claire

My heart pounds, feeling a little shudder travel up my spine as I feel just how weightless and seemingly out of it you are. Clicking my tongue, shaking my head as I drag you along, "That's right, little BRAT... It's time for you to... H-Hey, what are you...W-WAIT!" Your grip tightens on mine, reversing the momentum as instead it's ME that goes flying into the cage wall! Slamming face first, the rest of my body following. Bouncing off the unforgiving steel wall, I flop backwards with a ROUGH landing on my head. Folding up, now my legs up over my head and butt high in the air before gravity flattens me back out. My vision swirling in my head, dazed as I try to push up to my feet, only to stumble and go crashing right back down, "Ughh... wha--how did..."

Daisy Fletcher

The recoil from my slingshot counter nearly sweeps me off as I stumble forward, catching myself on one knee while clutching my sore stomach, but at least I was still standing. The clanging of flesh on steel, followed by the rumbling ball in front of me, was at least a positive sign, as I wasted no time leaping on top of your prone body in a cross-body pin to finally begin the countdown to triumph. The referee repositioned to a corner just outside of the cage and motioned to the giant screens hanging overhead, now showing off bright numbers as the count began. "One!"

Marie Claire

The sound of the cage wall rattling echoes through my head as Im folded up on the mat...eventually flopping over to my back with a soft little groan. It doesn't take long to feel you dropping down across me as I let out a groan of protest, "Ugh...n-no shot..." I try to push my shoulder off the mat, but only really manage to lift my hips up, raising my butt off the mat for a soft second before I flop back down... a slight blush forming across my cheeks as I hear the first count, shaking my head in a frantic protest..

Daisy Fletcher

I could feel the arena pulsate with the count, almost as if the entire audience had stomped their feet in rhythm with the referee. I could see him pull his arm back and brace just before he tossed his arm forward, the large THUMP in the cadence following not long after. "Two!" This was it; I was only a few more moments away from victory when intrusive thoughts invaded my mind. All the humiliation I endured in the match, the hardship I had to overcome just to be in this position. No, this was NOT how I was going to let you lose. Right as the third count was about to sound, I roughly reached down to grab a lock of your hair and tossed you upright, pulling us up to break the pin. "Not today, Claire!"

Marie Claire

I hear the count of two, shaking my head in total protest again. Giving it another attempt as I try to lift, once again only able to partially lift my hips up before the flop back down. My legs flop outwards, splayed out as my thighs softly wobble, letting out a helpless sigh. And as if I didn't already feel defeated, I let out a helpless gasp as you YANK on my hair to sit me up, "A-Ahhh!" I cry out, feeling like my hair was nearly ripped out as I'm sat up. My arms dangle at my sides, cheeks lightly blushing as I look out at the crowd. They flutter back towards you as I scoff, "y-y-you... I'm gonna.... you're gonna..." every attempt at trash talk trails off, writhing around as my body refuses to respond to my brain pleading it to move

Daisy Fletcher

My hand nearly buries itself along your scalp as I pull us both to our feet, feeling the kinks in my joints from getting tossed around at the match. "Yeah, yeah, just smile for the fans, Marie!" I hissed as I winced into a forced grin, locking your head under my arm in a modified headlock, my arm holding you against my ribs while the other just pats the top of your head as I start marching around the perimeter of the ring, showing you off like a trophy while my pale body is speckled in bruises and scratches, clearly having gone through the wringer!

Marie Claire

Feeling your fingers brush across my scalp, burying deep in my hair as you give a HARSH tug. My back arches, shuddering as I can't help but let out a sharp whine! Forced up before I find myself buried against your arm. Your free hand gives a few embarrassing head pats, feeling the fiery burn of my humiliation-driven blushing. Tucked in tight as my arms flail up, only to really paw and hold onto your hips. My boots lightly stomp while my hips wiggle and wobble around with helpless shakes. I just can't get my body to respond the way I want it to, my heart starting to pound as I'm finding myself in a position I've been in so many times before already. "D-Daisy...n-no!" I cry out, trying to keep it quiet enough for just you to hear.

Daisy Fletcher

After doing a full lap, I stooped to the center of the ring where I waved to the crowd in a greatly exaggerated bow before pulling you in front. "Now time for the grand finale!" I chuckled as I grabbed your shoulders and gave you a forceful twist, spinning the both of us around like clumsy ballerinas before catching the perfect moment when we faced each other and leapt onto you almost! My hands grabbed both sides of your face, cupping the soft skin of your cheeks as my lips crashed against yours for a searing kiss. Despite the rivalry and the heated moments, I couldn't resist getting another taste of you while stamping on one last humiliating act!

Marie Claire

Whimpering and whining throughout your little parade, finally feeling you coming to a stop as you show off for the crowd. My face red hot, feeling my built-up rage bubbling like a teapot about to steam up and blow. My dangling arms twitch as my fingers start to curl into a fist. Enough was enough!! Starting to feel my fight slowly surging back, heart pumping as I can already start to hear the sounds of me fighting back. "Y-You b-brat!! Y-You know who I am... I-I'm Marie FREAKING Cl-Claire! I'm so gonna-" I stop, letting out a little surprised gasp as you grab my shoulders and give me a quick little spin, nearly tumbling over. My boots frantically catch my footing as I feel you nearly jump up onto me. Eyes wide, face HOT and bright red as your hands grab at my cheeks, "W-w-w-what are you-" I'm cut off again, this time as your lips press right up against mine for a kiss. My fire is put out immediately, eyes rolling back as my arms go right back to being limp noodles at my side. "Mmmph~" I helplessly moan, rising up onto my tiptoes as my mind is filled with submissive, embarrassing thoughts...

Daisy Fletcher

The heat from the embrace is riveting as my arm slinks around your waist, pulling us right against each other. Stomach on stomach, chest on chest, hair spilling across each other as I leaned INTO the kiss, feeling the soft pressing of our lips gently nudge us towards the end of our match as my other hand slides up to cup the back of your head. My tongue gently probes the entrance of your mouth, rubbing the rim before retreating back down my throat as I finally lift off of you with a wet pop. "Now...time to say goodnight, Marie~" I purred as I gently pulled your head down between my thighs and slipped my arms under your waist, hoisting your body up into an inverted grip, my chest squishing into your back as I carried your hanging body around like a piece of meat on a hook!

Marie Claire

I lose track of where I am and what I was doing, especially as your arm pulls me even tighter against you. Your lips still press tight against mine. My chest and stomach pressed against yours, forcing a few shudders and shakes of pleasure to rock my core. Feeling your tongue finish its circle before you pull away, a wet *SMACK* ringing out as our lips separate.. I sway side to side, like I was a punch-drunk Mortal Kombat character waiting to get finished. I don't offer an ounce of resistance as I mumble, "G-Good...night?" Whether I was confused by what you meant or if the kiss frazzled me so much I was asking what 'good night' meant was up in the air. Either way, I was totally helpless to stop you as you shoved my head between your thighs. Lifted up vertically, my legs up in the air while my boots flop backwards thanks to gravity. My thighs hug your face, arms dangling down as I feel the blood rushing to my head, grumbling as I wince in protest.

Daisy Fletcher

Safely hooking your knees onto my shoulders, my arms clamp over your waist like a steel vice as I make my way towards the center of the ring, giving the both of us one last spin before I set up my finishing move. Widened stance, each of my boots stomping into the canvas as I swing them in front of your waving arms, one leg in front of the other as we hobble awkwardly in a hunched position. With a loud "WHOOPS!" I feigned tripping forward while kicking my legs out and sweeping your arms out from under us, flattening your body against the canvas with my Upsy-Daisy finisher!

Marie Claire

I let out a wheeze as your arms tighten and squeeze around my soft tummy, my boots dangling over your shoulder as I shake my head while you spin me around. I grunt as I feel your leg sliding around my arm to trap it behind each of your thighs, my eyes going wide as everything suddenly clicks. I realize exactly what position I'm in. And after a weak little squirm, I also realize just how helpless I am in said position. Shaking my head frantically as I gasp out, "A-Ahh! N-Noo! D-Daisy, please!!!" Begging for mercy, a far cry from how I started this attempt at revenge. You trip forward as I flop face first, my arms unable to guard my face or at least cushion the blow as I SMACK right against the mat! I let out a little soft whimper on impact, flopping once or twice before going totally still face down. My face smushed against the mat, my arms out at my sides while my legs are spread out. I shudder and twitch a few times, practically giving the mat a couple of embarrassing little humps, as there's no doubt I'm OUT COLD

Daisy Fletcher

Our bodies lay together in a crumpled heap as I let the impact reverberate through our bodies, the blow rattling a rib or two and shaking me down to my core, but at least I was able to come out on top. As I sat up, I took a moment to myself, brushing the sweat that was leaking out of every pore along my head and pulling the strands of my hair still in my face. I took my first few deep breaths in what felt like an eternity. "Sweet dreams, Marie~" I mused as I leaned down to swat at your butt a few times, giving each cheek a few playful smacks before leaning down to scoop up your waist again, rolling us both over and pulling your legs up and folding them onto your body like a little ball that I flopped on top of right after, propping my head up on my hands and inspecting my nails while I waved for the crowd and refs to start counting you out. "One!"

Marie Claire

Totally laid out on the mat face down, my arms out at my sides basically hugging the mat. Legs spread out wide as I still softly twitch and writhe around. A few swats and spanks make my butt helplessly bounce and wobble for your amusement before you flop me over. Flipped with a thud, everyone gets a view of my KOd face; eyelids fluttering as you only see the whites of my eyes. Mouth hanging open with drool on my lips a little, my tongue peeking out from the corner of my lips. Nobody is home as you fold me up TIGHT, my feet up near my head as you lay across me... my fingertips twitch, the only reaction my body can muster from the hot and humiliating pin; no other signs of life coming from me!

Daisy Fletcher

"Two!" My entire body nearly wrapped over yours, smothering your small and tiny body against mine as I waited for the final count to finally arrive. "You fought well, Maire...but we both knew how this was gonna end..." I giggled as I grabbed wrapped my arms around as much of you as I could, ensuring that there was no way for you to escape. No more running, no more hiding. Another loss etched into your record by yours truly. I waited for what felt like a lifetime for the winning number, savoring every moment. "Three! And your winner, Daisy Fletcher!" The arena boomed with my music as I slowly stood up, still nursing the odd bruise here and there but still able to raise my fists in triumph, planting one boot on your bottom as the camera flashes flickered before gingerly making my way through the cage door that popped open, waving to the crowd on my way to the locker room and blowing a kiss in your direction as I faded to obscurity...

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