Blue issues a challenge (BlueOrange vs Amorelia)

[BlueOrange]

Blue leapt onto the stage and snatched the microphone from the winner's hand.  "Nobody cares, honey," she said, then turned her attention to the crowd.  "This message is for Amorelia!  Yeah, you know the one.  The one with the alliteration in her approval thread name!  She thinks she's clever!  She thinks she's witty!" 

The crowd cheered, and one particularly drunk man stood up and shouted "We love you Amorelia!"

Blue fixed him with a stare. "You love her?  Because she's so pretty?"

"YES!" Screamed the crowd.

"Well you won't love her after you've seen her lose!  And she is going to lose.  After I'm finished with her, you will wonder why you ever dreamed of supporting her.  But you know what?  I don't think she'll come.  I don't think she has what it takes to face me.  She's not going to come out here and face me.  Because she's scared.  And she's weak."

[Amorellia]

In a blast of loud feedback the microphone was cut off, the sound of Blue's blustering replaced by epic entrance music. A deafening roar rises up from the crowd as the digital displays light up with Amorellia's name.

Amore leapt out onto the entrance ramp, yelling wildly with a ravenous look in her eyes, feeding off of the energy of the crowd. She stops and points at Blue menacingly, standing there for a good ten seconds before starting her walk to the stage, handing out hi fives to the crowd and flexing her non-existent muscles.

[BlueOrange]

Blue's face went pale at the sound of Amorelia's entrance music, and the hand holding the microphone dropped to her waist in shock.  As Amorelia pointed at her, she raised the microphone once more.  "I'm not scared of you!  I... am not... scared of you!"  The cameraman made sure to get a good close-up of the spittle flying from her mouth and the panic in her eyes.

"AM - O - RELIA!, AM - O - RELIA!" the crowd chanted.  Blue covered her ears against the horrifying sound for a moment, then dropped the microphone, dived forward, and slid under the bottom rope, tumbling expertly to her feet near Amorelia, and taking hold of her co-star's ponytail.

"You good?" she whispered, preparing for the opening move of the fight.

[Amorellia]

"No, I'm the best," she said in reply before turning around, reaching up behind her to grab Blue's head, kicking her own feet out from under herself and dropping her butt to the floor, carefully smacking Blue's head against her shoulder.

In time with the roar of the crowd she jumps back up to her feet triumphantly, before running over and sliding into the ring. She hops up onto the middle rope in one corner of the ring, posing for the crowd.

[BlueOrange]

Maybe thought Blue.  But that ego is going to cause you problems someday.  Now her job was to stagger around for a few moments blinking, and listening for the crowd's enthusiasm to peak.  Wow, they were really into it tonight; if the crowd had ever loved her this much, she might have developed ego problems of her own.  Surely the cheering had to start dropping off at some point!

She played for time, letting her eyes slowly scan Amorelia's body, as if working out her next move.  The girl was good, there was no doubting that, and she held a beautiful shape with her arms, elbows just far enough in front of her face at every moment.  And there it was, just the slightest drop-off in the cheering.

Blue snatched hold of both Amorelia's ankles at once, and pulled her legs out from under her, smacking the star's thighs against the corner post maybe just a little harder than she needed to.  Then a quick leap to the ropes, and a flying leap over the top.

[Amorellia]

Amore grunted as she plummeted to the floor of the ring, writhing exaggeratedly to really sell it as she heard the cheers waver. She looked up and watched Blue leap off of the top rope, and at the last second rolled out of the way, letting her co-star smack onto the floor.

Without giving Blue time to react, Amore hopped up to her feet and leapt up, only to come slamming back down onto the woman's back with a drop of her thigh, a loud crack and creak as the stage had some give to it.

[BlueOrange]

"Arrrgh!" Blue screamed.  This was the part where the script called for her to flail in agony while Amore took another bow, but she'd had enough.  You think you're the best?  Improvise. 

Her left hand snatched at Amore's ankle, while her right arm swept upward for Amore's armpit.  With a little luck, she'd trap her in a nice display hold.  If not, it should be easy enough to roll out of the way and see what happens next.

[Amorellia]

"What the hell?" Amore thought as Blue pinned her up, the crowd having changed to a mix of cheers and boos. With her free foot she kicked off of the floor, rolling backwards and out of her opponent's grip.

She stands up on the other side of the ring, shaking it off and readying herself, brushing away a few stray strands of errant hair that had become matted down with sweat from the work.

[BlueOrange]

Blue gave Amore a predatory grin, then flicked her head to the left, followed by a contemptuous gesture with her right hand.  Half nelson coming your way.

Then she charged forward, left arm stretching out for the gap between Amore's left elbow and her waist.

[Amorellia]

Amore bent her knees and held her hands up, readying herself. She waited for Blue to charge, and at the last second dropped to the mat, using her body to trip her opponent.

As Blue went flying into the ropes Amore reached up and wrapped up one of the woman's ankles with both of her arms.

[BlueOrange]

Blue didn't have to fake the pain as she slammed into the ropes.  A half nelson would have been the perfect opportunity for a quick on-stage chat, an opportunity to whisper in Amore's ear and receive a signal in response.  Fine.  Have it your way.

Then came the ankle hold, a real opportunity for a serious injury if she didn't give up total control.  So she did, shoving herself off the ropes with her hands and becoming nearly weightless in the process.

[Amorellia]

Amore tried to use her grip on Blue's ankle to bring her down, hoping to roll and lock her up in a pin. A good idea, but poor execution, lead to her opponent just coming crashing down on top of her.

Amore rolled over onto her stomach before propping herself up with one hand, wheezing momentarily as the wind was knocked out of her.

[BlueOrange]

"OW!"  Blue didn't have to fake that one.  Landing on a disorganized mess of Amore's bones was going to leave bruises.  As she started to roll off, she saw that Amore was also suffering from the failed move.

Seizing her opportunity, she quickly straddled Amore's chest and reached for her wrists.  She didn't care if she achieved the pin, the point was to lean forward and hiss quietly "There is going off script, and there is dangerous bullshit.  No more dangerous bullshit, OK?"

[Amorellia]

Amore grit her teeth and tried to writhe her way out from underneath Blue - when that failed she tried to buck her opponent off. After a few seconds of only barely managing to keep a shoulder off of the mat she looked up at the woman.

"Hey you started it, don't dish it out if you can't take it," she shoots back, staring daggers up at her.

[BlueOrange]

“I kept you safe,” Blue hissed. Fuck, the crowd hates shoulder-lifting games.

She grabbed Amore’s shoulder, then used one of the bucking motions for a little extra lift as she pushed down on one knee. The hand on Amore’s shoulder smoothly guiding her partner to land on top. “You were always safe with me.”

[Amorellia]

Amore rolled over to straddle Blue, sitting atop her midriff. She pressed her partner's shoulders down with her hands, bending down close and leaning her weight onto the woman. "I still am," she whispered.

[BlueOrange]

“OK,” Blue said, and went for her signature pin-breaker. It was a difficult move: the arms and left leg stabilize, while the right leg comes up behind the opponent’s back. A twist, a bend of the knee, and your shin is against your opponent’s throat. Then you pitch forward, and your opponent’s head and shoulders slam into the mat.

Difficult, and also dangerous. There was a lot that could go wrong.

[Amorellia]

Amore winced as something struck her, seeing stars for the briefest of moments. Blue's leg had wrapped up around her body, and her shin struck her in the nose. Amore could feel blood begin to trickle out from her nostrils as her partner used her leg to slam her back against the mat.

[BlueOrange]

OOC: I just have to stop for a moment and admire that pose. If you were approved, this would be a PM. Since you’re not approved, I have to say this here: WAY TO BRING THE DRAMA!

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Blue did her best not to gasp in horror as she saw blood leaking from Amore’s nose. Just how bad was it? She glared at the referee, and quickly checked that Amore’s shoulders were both on the mat. If she lifted one, fine. If not, then this fight needed to end, and end quickly.

[Amorellia]

The blow had dizzied Amore and she wasn't able to properly catch her head from slamming back onto the mat, causing the final blow to knock her unconscious. Her silken black hair was scattered across her face, matted down by sweat as blood continued to trickle from her nostrils, laying back lifelessly.

[BlueOrange]

Blue tapped the mat with her finger three times, glaring at the referee. Fast count. He obliged. “One! Two! Three!”

She immediately released Amore and sprang away as fast as she could, climbing the corner post furthest from the entrance ramp. “You see?” She shouted. “You see what I did to her?”

The crowd booed.

“Do you see what I did to her?” She screamed, screwing her eyes shut against the tears. “Did you see that?”

[Amorellia]

Amore slowly flickered her eyelids open, half lidded as her gaze adjusted to the dimly lit ceiling she was staring at. "Fuck," she hissed quietly through gritted teeth, reaching a hand up to the back of her head as if it would magically make the pounding headache dissipate.

She coughed as she realized she had tissues stuck in each nostril, slowly sitting up and propping herself up on her left arm, realizing she had been laid on a couch in one of the backstage rooms.

[BlueOrange]

Blue returned to Amore’s side as soon as she heard her speak. “Easy there, easy,” she said. “No more cameras for you today. No crowds. No kayfabe. You don’t need that right now. You can rest.”

A stagehand tapped her on the shoulder, holding up two fingers. She nodded to him, then turned back to Amore. “I’m going to have to go in a sec, Titania is going to chase me down a corridor, and find the knockout gas in my boot. Amorellia is still the best, nobody could ever beat her in a fair fight.”

She clutched Amore’s hand and fought back tears.

[Amorellia]

Amore huffed, sending the blood-stained tissues flying out of her nostrils and onto the floor. She eased herself from her hand and down to her elbow, just partially propped up.

She turned her gaze and looked at Blue, seeing the telltale shimmer of restrained tears that were trying to fight their way out.

"I thought you said I was safe with you..." Amore said softly. She knew the words would hurt. She wanted them to hurt.

A pang of regret shot through her chest as the words left her lips, but it was too late; she was too proud to take them back.

[BlueOrange]

Blue could hold back the tears no longer. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” She kissed Amore’s knuckles one at a time as the sobbing grew into full-on crying. “I will make this up to you, and you’ll be bigger than ever.”

“One minute!” The stagehand called.  Blue nodded, stood up, started straightening herself up. “Goddamned prima Donna had it coming,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

The executive producer came in. “Get out there!” was the barked instruction for Blue, who nodded, repeating her line to herself as she left. And then the producer’s radiant smile, full with all the sincere concern that a wrestling producer could muster. “How’s my star?”