It's been a while, hasn't it? I like to use this space to highlight new folks who I've RP'd with so I'm going to do that now for one of our newer members, Teenwrestler. He specializes in more back and forth style wrestling matches (which I am finding surprisingly enjoyable!), but I asked if he would be willing to do a squash match and he obliged. I think he did a fantastic job with it so here it is. Poor Trishy is the victim once again. She will never learn.
Lana and Rusev Head North
(Trish's Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Shy_V0G6SEw)
Trish Stratus (TheCrimsonRisk)
That trademark giggle hits and the crowd explodes in anticipation! They thought that someone might interrupt Lana, but they thought it might have been one of the male wrestlers. They didn't expect me, their hometown sweetheart.
I'd actually been scheduled to defend my Womens' Championship later in the show. Then I heard Lana going on about how Russia is better than the United States AND Canada. It's the first time they've brought their dog and pony show to the Great White North. I'm going to make sure it's the last.
I come out wearing a coat over my wrestling gear, not wanting to show off yet. This is business. I burst past security through the entrance curtain and raise my title high in the air. This is my house!
After grabbing a microphone, I make my way up the ring steps to get in Lana's face.
"Listen lady, I have a lot of friends in the US. I love the US. I didn't like it much when you were running down that country. Now you come up here spewing that same trash. You've made this personal."
Rusev (Teenwrestler)
After what seemed like an eternity, the homecrowd had finally something to cheer about. Abruptly cutting off Lana's hate speech about Canadians and Americans, was none other than hometown heroine Trish_Stratus!. As her music cued, Lana slowly lowered the mic in her hand and began to glare at the onrushing Trish. She looked on in absolute rage and hate as the canadian female wrestler entered the ring with a mic in her hand and began to defend her hometown. After hearing what she had to say, Lana slowly raised the mic up to her lips as she chuckled a bit " Well well, If et iznt the hometown princezz of Canada! We already have defeated your big brather America. What chance does a Can-Yuck have against Mother Russia.
"ты, сука" Lana hissed at her as she lowered her mic once more and began to glare into Trish eyes.
(ты, сука = you bitch in russian)
Trish Stratus
Even without knowing exactly what Lana said, the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. This girl isn't backing down. Good. I was hoping she'd have some backbone.
"You know, Lana...I actually respect you. Despite your sour attitude and misguided behaviour, I respect you. I know how hard it is to make it as a woman in this industry. And the fact that you've achieved the success you had wearing these nice suits and not having to do a single bra and panties match...I'm actually kind of jealous."
The crowd starts to laugh at my comments. As embarrassing as some of my early career was, I'll always appreciate how the fans supported me.
"But one thing you haven't done to earn my respect...is actually get in this ring and show what you can do."
A low "ooooooooh" drifted through the crowd.
Rusev
As Trish seemingly seems to be complimenting the lavishing Russian, Lana seemed to enjoy what she was hearing as she nodded with a huge smirk on her face before she heard that last segment of Trish sentence. To which, she again glared on with hate when she heard the crowd laughing out a bit. After gathering her thoughts Lana slowly brought the mic towards her mouth once more.
"Of course you are jealous, I do well in making mother Russia proud without having to be streeped down to my bra and panties. It seems that Canadians, just like ze Americans have no shame. You'd be careful not to challenge mother Russia, Trish. Anyone who stands in the way of Russian glory....will be....CRUSHED" she said as she clenched her fists in front of her Trish's face.
Trish Stratus
Lana knows how to assert herself, I'll give her that. She's never been in the ring with a champion though. "As long as I've got this," I say raising the belt in front of Lana's face in reply. "I'm not jealous of any woman in this business. Which gives me an idea."
I take a couple of steps back and smile to the fans at ringside. "You know Lana...I was supposed to defend this title tonight and while I hate to disappoint my opponent later I don't think anyone will mind if I call an audible to shut...your...mouth!"
Big pop from the Toronto crowd.
"I want you tonight in this very ring...and when I beat you, you and that shaved gorilla are BANNED from crossing the Canadian border!" A big "Stratus" chant starts up. "I know you're scared Lana, I can sense fear. So just to sweeten the pot I'm going to put MY women's championship on the line. So what do you say? Do we have a match?"
Rusev
Lana listens to the offer very closely as Trish begins to pump up the crowd and herself as well. The blonde Canadian bombshell is all fired up as she insults Lana's client on the way as well. Lana shakes her head while chuckling a bit before finally responding. "Trish...Trish...Trish. Mother Russia protects her daughters and sons...if you are fighting with me, then that means you are fighting against Russia. When you are fighting with Russia, that means you are fighting against...." Lana stops as she points at the entrance ramp. "RUSEV" she shouts out.
(Rusev's theme - WWE - Rusev Official Theme Song 2014 (HD) - YouTube)
The familiar trumpet blows and I brush past the curtains that lead towards the ring arena. With a dead serious look in my face I begin to walk down the ring ramp while tightening up my jaw and loosening up my shoulders. I stand outside the ring for a few seconds as I take a good look at my opponent before jumping up on the ring apron and entering the ring.
Trish Stratus
I'm tempted to walk up and rip that suit right off of Lana until...I hear the spine chilling theme music of her client! *Oh shit.*
Lowering my mic so that only Lana can hear me, I look at her with concern. "I...I was told that Rusev wasn't in the arena tonight. How...?"
I back up to the corner farthest from you. I'd never actually been this close to you in-person. You're even bigger than I thought!
A referee slides in and looks at both of us, unsure what to do. He asks me if I want to do this and I nod with less conviction than I would have had if it was Lana standing across from me. He moves over to you to make sure that you go back to your corner.
Rusev
Lana exits the ring very slowly looking over Trish with a wicked smile. After she exited the ring, she walks close to where I stand in my corner. She begins to point at Trish and then shout at me "Rusev!...CRUSH" she commands me as I nodd. Slapping my chests with both hands.
I dont have a problem wrestling a man or a woman, as long as I get to defend Russia's honour and my gold medals. I breath heavily through my nose as I glare at my opponent, eager to get the match started so I can beat her down. I begin to move out of the ring corner very slowly, *ding*ding*ding. As soon as I hear the bell ring I bring my hands up infront and bend my knees a bit, my eyes locked at your position.
Trish Stratus
I actually take a nervous gulp as I remove my coat. Normally, this would be one of the most showy parts of my performance. I'd show off my sexy outfit, do a pose, get the crowd salivating, get in the other woman's head...I can't worry about any of that now. In fact, I actually feel more self-conscious than usual with a monstrous man like yourself looking at me.
The coat drops and my beautiful body is now in full view. Even in this dangerous situation, many of the fans take the opportunity to hoot and holler at me. Who can blame them? The tight silver one-piece I'm wearing leaves little to the imagination. It clings tightly and shows off a fair bit of cleavage. I bend over to make sure that my black boots are secure. Everything needs to be perfect if I'm going to have a chance to pull off the upset.
In contrast to your methodical approach, I shoot out of the corner and launch myself at you! I'm going for my trademark Thesz Press, hoping to catch you off guard.
Rusev
I dont really have an interesting in any eye-candy right now. Your body might have distracted the crowd or some other male wrestler but im only focused on hurting you and making you submit. I was ready for any surprise attack you might throw at me, as you throw your body towards me with your forearm sticking out, it does struck my head and I only back off and not go down on my back for you to follow up. Instead after getting whacked, I ram forward and try to throw my body into yours to try and knock you down on your back.
Trish Stratus
My elbow hits crisp, a shot that would have stunned any Diva! The expression on your face doesn't change a bit. I shake my forearm to try and get some of the feeling back. *Nice move, Trish.*
"Ooof!" I'm able to brace myself for the impact of you smacking against me. I bounce and roll on the mat, then come forward again. Up high didn't work, so how about down low? I drop down for a dropkick aimed at your knee, looking to bring you closer to my level.
Rusev
I dont grin nor smirk, my facial expression stays the same. I just look dead in your eyes as my body thumps against yours and I watch you go down but you are quick to roll on your back and quickly get back up to your feet and lunge in at me, your dropkick catches my knee and for the first time in the match I do grunt out and go down on one knee
After getting down to one knee, I almost immediately get back up to my feet and try to rush forward with my arm extended, looking to go for a quick clothesline when you would get back up from that dropkick
Trish Stratus
That one worked better! *Fight smart, that's the key.*
"Whoa, faster than you look!" I say as I charge back in and just manage to duck under your gigantic arm. Continuing to run, I hit the ropes behind you and use the momentum to set up another low dropkick. My black boots are again aimed like a missile at your kneecap!
Rusev
"Hmph rauugghh" I mumble in frustration as my clothesline misses its target and you dart forward to bounce off the ring ropes. As soon as I turn around to face you, your body was already in motion in a diving like formation when your legs catch my kneecap. "Uurgghh" I grunt out in pain as I go down onto my knee once more, shaking my head as I try to rise back up again.
Trish Stratus
Now that you're a little lower (though even on one knee you're still almost a head taller), I decide to go for the Thesz press again. My back smacks against the ropes and I rebound off before going airborne. *This time!*
My chest is coming at you full speed, my arm extended ready to rain down punches on your ugly face!
Rusev
You bounce off the ring ropes to gain speed and momentum, during this time I had recovered and had gotten back up on my feet. As you go airborne I catch you by wrapping my arms around your waist and try to go for a belly to belly suplex.
Lana was barking orders at me in Russian for quite a while but was grinning widely when I managed to catch you in that belly to belly suplex. I shake my head still and turn back to you, I move over to your head as I try to go for a quick standing leg drop! looking to catch your neck with my strong thighs
Trish Stratus
Crash and burn. That's the only way to describe what just happened. Just when I thought I was going to knock you over, it's me who is sent down to the canvas. The hard way.
I flip head over heels and land badly, inches away from possibly damaging my neck. My body skids to a stop leaving me completely disoriented.
*groan*
My vision clears only to see your thick leg hovering above. *Move Trish move!*
*WHOMP*
My head and neck disappear from view as I'm blasted by your leg drop! The audience gasps as my legs shoot up from the mat and then fall back unmoving.
Rusev
Lana screams at me once more "CRUSH HER RUSEV". I look over to her and then look back to my opponent who seems down and out. I grab you by the hair and pull you up to your feet, I scoop you up in my arms horizontally. My arms gripping the back of your neck and thigh as I pull your body up a bit and bring it down on my knee for a backbreaker
Lifting your body up once more I find my footing and pull your body up once more before flinging you backwards, throwing you behind me so that your back crashes against the ring mats as I show off m arm strength by simply throwing you over me.
Trish Stratus
There's no resistance from me as I'm picked up in your arms. The backbreaker is swift and harsh.
"Huuuuunnngh!" I cry out breathlessly. It is as if the impact travelled all the way up my spine, my neck, and through my mouth past my perfect lips. I've never been drilled with a backbreaker like that before.
You won't even let me fall to the mat. Seconds later I'm up and being flipped through the air again. I bang hard against the mat nearly rolling out of the ring. That fallaway slam has me seeing stars.
From my belly, I raise my head to try and find a supportive face in the audience. All I see is the face of Lana glaring at me. She's screaming something that I can't make out since my ears are still ringing.
Rusev
I shout out at the top of my lungs "Ni odna zhenshchina ne mozhet pobedit' menya" as I pound my chest with my fists to pump my self up. I see you raising your head from your belly and I quickly move towards you and bring my foot down onto the small of your back a couple of times before grabbing your leg with both hands and lift your body up high in the air with your legs and then letting your leg go, letting your body drop down face first into the ring mats.
Trish Stratus
The first stomp causes me to spasm violently and I lose the feeling in my toes for a second. "Aaagggawwwwd..."
I feel something pop after the second stop. As a fitness model, I know my body well and that kind of pop is terrifying. "St...stop...I..."
*WHAM*
I'm sent into the air once more landing right on my pretty face. The shock is enough to wake me up and I lay on my stomach clutching my cheeks and nose, fearful that something is broken.
In this position, you're getting an eyeful of my shiny ass as I writhe in front of you.
Rusev
I grab you by the back of your shiny one piece fabric and pull on it to force you back up to your feet, really jerking on the suit to get you back up on your feet. Your back exposed to me as I slam my palm into your lower back, before twisting my body to the side and wrapping my arm around your neck, Both of our backs are now pressed against each other with my arm wrapped around your neck, I then go down on my knees and really smack your back against mine as I go for the randy orton backbreaker.
Trish Stratus
The material of my suit starts to ride up creating an obvious camel toe situation between my legs. I'm not worried about that since I'm in the middle of being destroyed by a Russian demon.
"Nnnnnnkk..." I struggle to breathe with your arm draped over my throat. My feet start to rise from the mat and I can't believe you're using this move. I'd seen it done to countless superstars, never imagining I'd suffer that fate.
*CRACK*
My back wraps around yours and it looks like I might be permanently bent. Eventually, I ooze off of you back down to the mat. I roll onto my back, arching upwards to try and deal with what's happening. It doesn't help much. When you look at my face, you can see my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open miserably.
Rusev
Im not done with you yet, I roar out and flex my muscles as I shout out the crowd which attracts a lot of jeers from the home crowd. I grab your hair once again as I pull you up to your feet, really just enjoying putting you through painful moves I once again scoop you up in my arms and bring your back down against my knee in another backbreaker but this time
I keep your back pressed against my knee and push your body down against my knee. My hands cupping your chin and thigh as I push your body down against my strong knee. I shout out something at you in Russian, presumably asking you to submit. The referee slides next to you as he checks you "Trish? do you give" he asks you
Trish Stratus
My sweaty hair sticks to your fingers as you scrape my rag doll from the mat. I give you the most pitiful look, hoping that you just put me down and pin me to end this. I have too much pride to just give up.
"Nnnnn...not another...backbreaker..."
*SNAP*
My back curls cruelly around your knee and at first glance it looks like I'm just dead. The only signs of life I'm showing are the weak twitching of my limbs and the dull rise and fall of my chest.
The referee's question takes some time to register. Even though my back is killing me, I think about why I came here. To defend the honour of the fans and my country.
"Nnnn...d...dnt...gvvvvv..."
Rusev
The referee signals to me that she doesnt give up, which causes me to really push down your back against my knee. After a while I hoist you back up in my arms horizontally and then bring your back down again on my knee, keeping your back pressed against it hoping that added backbreaker would do wonders for your back and give me the submission I need. My teeth gritted as my facial expression is completely stoic as I cruelly punish your back.
Trish Stratus
My intense conditioning is the only thing getting me through this, though it doesn't help much when you raise me up to deliver yet ANOTHER backbreaker. My arms and legs flop uselessly as you go back to stretching me out in this grueling hold.
I can make out the camera man fixated on me being demolished. My shiny bodysuit glistening with sweat, looking fabulous even as the woman who wears it is being crushed. The fans start to clap for me and I want to fight back but nothing is working. All I can do is hang on...
The referee asks for my submission. "NoooOOOOOOOooooh..." I squeal.
Rusev
I can pretty much work out what she said this time, Once again Im forced to release her from my backbreaker submission hold and pull her up into my arms for the third time but this time I lift you up and slam you down on your back in a simple body slam. I rise back up to my feet and roar out whilst flexing my muscles, stomping down onto the ring canvas with my feet as I signal that the end is near
Trish Stratus
I'm laying there, spread eagle, staring at the lights. I barely know where I am. I was supposed to be wrestling Lana, not some musclebound brute. My arm comes up to cover up my face. I can't stand the sight of everyone looking at me like this.
"Don't...don't do it...please...just...pin me..."
Rusev
"Crush her Rusev" Lana barks at me as I nodd in approval. I move towards you and kick at your side to make shift you on your belly, once your down on your stomach I grab your legs and drag you to the center of the ring and begin to straddle your back. My boots pressed against the ring canvas as I sit on your mid-back. My hands arch forward and cup your chin as I pull back, locking in the dreaded "Accolade" submission move. My arms pulling your head back mercilessly, my facial expressions completely stoic.
Trish Stratus
I continue to beg and whine as your kick rolls me over. My ass jiggles side to side from the force of the blow. *Whatever you do, don't submit, Trish. Not to him and Lana. Don't give them what they want.*
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" It all happens so quickly. One moment I'm laid out on the canvas, the next my body is locked into the most vicious submission hold I've ever experienced. I'm not meant to bend this way!
The referee looks for a submission but I can't even comprehend what's happening to me right now. With the only response being my muffled screams, he has no choice but to let you continue.
Rusev
I dont mind you not tapping out, for me, as long as you dont tap out I can keep torturing you in this submission hold. Many men have tapped out or passed out in this submission hold and a woman will be no different. I continue to pull your face backwards and bend your body back like a C. A wide grin forms across Lana's lips as she watches Rusev destroy Trish.
Trish Stratus
Everytime I think you can't pull back any further you somehow managed to do so. This isn't how this was supposed to go. *I am their heroine...you can't do this to me...*
It's not just the physical torture. I can't get the image out of my head of you being in total control of my body, of the Women's Champion being at the mercy of such an evil wrestler. And the image of me locked in The Accolade being projected on the Titantron and sent out to millions of homes worldwide. It's too much...
It's almost imperceptible to you, but sure enough my soft hands start tapping on your legs. One side, then the other, then both in unison.
"Alright, she gives up! Break the hold!" The referee orders.
Rusev
As soon as the referee signals the submission, my music cues. I keep the hold locked on, until Lana enters the ring and orders me to let go. After which I meditatively let go, Lana raises my hand in victory as I stand next to you with a angered expression on my face as I look down on you.
Lana orders the referee to get the Womens championship belt, the match was originally for the womens title, Lana vs Trish but Lana cleverly substituted herself with Rusev and now even took the title for HERself. Lana holds the belt high in her air as she orders me to punish her again "Rusev....." she shouts at me pointing at your back.
I nodd and begin to straddle your back once more, wrapping my arm around your face and pull your face back once more, locking in "The Accolade" for the second time as I try to Knock you out
Trish Stratus
"Aaaaah...aaaaaah...aaaaaaah..." I'm still screaming and moaning while your music plays. The Accolade never gets released until Lana says so. It takes an eternity for her to intervene and finally you release me.
I collapse, sobbing. Thankfully I'm facedown so nobody can see just how badly I'm shaken up. I never want to go through anything like that again.
I lost. In front of all of my fans. I didn't just lose, I gave up. That was the worst possible way to be defeated. All the tough talk that I brought to the ring...I couldn't back it up.
I just want to crawl out of this ring and find a hole somewhere to hide. But you won't even let me do that. You're all over me again, trapping me in that sadistic Accolade. More screaming, I can't even hear myself think.
Worst of all, I have a clear view of Lana in front of me, stroking my championship belt. *It's mine...I'm the strongest...*
Rusev
Lana gets down on her knees in front of your face, Holding that belt in front of your face. "Thiz is what you get for challenging Russia...now you will learn resspect" she says grinning as she suddenly pulled back the title and slammed it against your gorgeous face. Meanwhile, I continue to pull your head back in this punishing hold and only after Lana smacks that belt in your face does she order me to let go. She raises my hand once before hugging the championship in her arms as the two of us begin to exit the ring after humiliating the hometown heroine.
