Space Supremacy! Rachel vs Patrice

Rolling the space babe wasn’t to hard, given that they were somewhat dead weight, it was a lot easier to move them then she thought. Rachel wanted to be certain that Trice couldn’t interfere, she hated to admit it but she did feel a tinge of fear with the thought of falling from so high up. Her career could be on the line from such a drop, her face going pale, paler then usual, at the thought. No! She can’t hesitate, the Star hanging above was the only thing keeping her from winning this match and all the pieces were coming together.

The model had to admit that she was doing surprisingly well, okay sure, the start of the match probably wasn’t anything write home about but! she did manage to get the first pin. Here she was lifting a ladder twice maybe even thrice her size, Rachel bet her entire years salary that if Trice hadn’t almost smashed her back into pieces this would be less difficult then it really had to be. Her triceps ache as the weight of the steel flows to her biceps. Her wrist burn but this isn’t anything to the model…maybe just a little.

With the lump of steel now in her full grip, she’d place the smaller end onto the apron, her plan was simply to slide it forward to the center. Sounds easy enough, it never dawned on her to check on the Space Babe, nor did she contemplate that she could be an issue after knocking a few stars into their orbit. Now at the feet of the ladder, she’d lift up looking to complete her fool proof plan only to look up in horror as her fear was realized when the ladder resisted her push.

There she was, the actress was up but not only that, she had the head of the ladder in hand. ”AUGH!” Rachel didn’t even have time to think as a hard shove sent the ladder back into her stomach, her grip hooked around the first step did nothing to stop the blow from sending the model to the barricade. Spittle burst from her lips from the impact, air forces out of her lungs as she pants, coughing as the escaping air catches in her throat. Trice got her good and now she was vulnerable.

Patrice was rather properly battered and beaten by now, and Rachel was certainly not far from spot on when thinking that the Sleek Spacebabe was by now all but done for. There certainly wasn't much that Trice could have really done by now - but under some lucky stars, there were always opportunities, some of which certainly presented themselves to the blonde battler now.

Rachel had ample time to operate with the set of ladders just as she wanted to, but as it turned out, not quite ample enough. Even in her weakened state, it was relatively easy for Trice to crawl towards the center of the action, that being Rachel's efforts to get the ladder into the ring. And as gravity would dictate it, having grabbed hold of their other end, it was perfectly achievable for the blonde to shove them hard towards the opposite end, much to Rachel's unpleasant surprise! And to Trice's much more pleasant surprise, her plan worked even more perfectly than she would have dared to wish for, as the other end of the ladder dug deep into Rachel's midsection, sending the Venusian crashing against the barricade!

Trice wasn't even seeing properly what was happening by now, so she obviously had to get herself by the ropes now. And even if she was still exhausted, it wasn't exactly a problem for her to use the ropes to pull herself up to a standing position against them, and raise a satisfied, smug smirk on her face when fully seeing the results of her little shove. "Ooh, looks like you've strayed into an another galaxy..." she just had to taunt, perhaps unjustifiably based on the recent match events, but dictated by her intricate desire for showgirlship.

But the French Actress wasn't happy yet. No, her performer instincts were telling her to leverage this moment. Rachel was downed, and the blonde had the chance to perform something spectacular! The thoughts over how her plans would affect the overall match weren't even crossing Trice's mind right now... This just was a too good of an opportunity to miss!

Instinctively, and without thinking, the Sleek Spacebabe began still strugglingly making her way up the ropes. Reaching the top one, she stood up on it, taking a final look at her reeling foe down below, still partly buried by the ladder. Then, the blonde jumped up, and tried to aim her body to impact the top of Rachel's body as bad as she could! But I'm reality, this was a high-risk move... If she missed her target even one bit, she could fall straight into the cold, hard metal ladders... Or the barricade that was behind her foe's body if the Venusian turned out to be sharp enough to escape out of harm's way.

Rachel hugged her aching midsection, this wasn’t possible, she thought she out the blonde out of commission for a while, she thought she could get the ladder in before they even had a chance to stand. Her cyan pools stare in utter bewilderment, she was standing like she had completely recovered. She grimaced as a new wave of pain crashed into her stomach, she felt a nauseating feeling, but she couldn’t give in. She had to ask herself when would she learn? It seemed like every time she thought she had put Patrice down the Sleek Spacebabe managed to slight her at every turn.

”Don’t worry about me, Neptunian…I’ll get back…in time to take..that star.” She rasped, oxygen leaving her lungs too fast for her to breathe. She needed to move this ladder, getting to her feet seemed like the best plan, if she let Truce get to her while she was pinned by the hunk of steel she’d be in real danger.

The universe seemed to like proving Rachel right, just as the Venusian began to lift the ladder, Truce began to make her way to the corner. At first it confused Rachel why they would go that direction instead of toward her, then she realized. ”Are you crazy!?” She asked completely dumbfounded by the risk they were willing to take. The model for once in her many years of life, found herself utterly terrified. She began to work harder, even through the gut wrenching pain in her… well gut. Her arms sting with excursion as she’s overcome by panic.

Rachel peeks up to see Patrice climbing up to the top rope, she manages to flip the ladder onto its side before the crowd erupts. She looks up to see the Sleek Spacebabe soaring through the air, barreling towards her. For a split second she hesitates to move, the pain in her stomach adding to that fact. If she doesn’t move, she could be pinned here and lose out on claiming the star, but if she moves…Trice would get hurt. Sure that’s what they planned on doing to each other from the beginning but this was different.

Her body made the choice for her, out of pure terror or sheer exhaustion from moving the ladder in pain, she tilts over, falling on top of the ladder. She groans and closes her eyes, she can’t watch what comes next.

Patrice was feeling quite on top of the world - while figuratively, also quite practically on the top rope of the ring, as she was staring down on Rachel mangled beneath the ladder and against the barricades. This match hadn't been a particularly good one for her for quite some time, but now it seemed that the stars were aligning for her - even if they were ones circling currently around Rachel's head!

Listening to Rachel's words wasn't exactly making Trice feel less confident at all... Amidst all the rasping and gasping, it didn't appear that she could hold truth to her threats at all! If anything, everything that was happening right now, all the development inside and outside of the ring, was pointing towards an opportunity for Patrice to gain the momentum of the match once again!

All this meant that there were absolutely no options. Trice had to jump.

And everything appeared perfect. At least, at first. Rachel was reeling, completely dumbfounded, and panicked. Not in any state whatsoever to protect herself from what was coming up from above. The Venusian was settling herself too close to the sun, melting before the threats approaching from further away in the galaxy. And as Patrice jumped, it appeared that nothing could ruin this light year for her!

Or well, that's how it all appeared when she jumped. Flight times can sometimes be surprisingly long - much longer than one would be longing for. And such was the case this time as well. I'm theory, Trice's flight wasn't supposed to be that long, but in reality, it was too long to save her from some serious damage.

Sure, Trice had checked all of the obvious options. Would Rachel be able to suddenly shove the ladder away? No. Would Rachel be able to distance herself from the barricades behind her back? No. So what could go wrong? Very little.

Still, something went. Instead of the options anticipated by Patrice, Rachel bent herself over the ladder. Tilted herself away from the harm's way. And all of this happened while the blonde was already mid-air.

The result was the blonde Neptunian crashing against the barricades, the impact sending her to a whole another orbit. Left mangled amidst them, it was obvious that Trice's high-risk attack hadn't paid off, and right now she was even more exhausted and vulnerable than Rachel had ever been in the last few moments of this battle.

As her body flopped onto the ladder, Rachel closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. Her exhausted frame subconsciously took itself out of harm’s way, despite the models sheer panic, perhaps that’s what saved her in the end. Her own body betraying her mind to snatch this moment from Patrice.

She felt her gut sink as the roaring crowd soon turned into harrowing gasps of shock and disbelief. The sound of the blondes body impacting the barricade behind her made Rachel sick to her stomach. This was showbiz, everyone took risks. Sometimes they pay off and sometimes it doesn’t work out. Even though she kept thinking that, their was a voice in the back of her mind blaming her for finding some way to keep Truce from doing something so reckless.

She opens her eyes, seeing the mangled Space Babe against the barricade, the Venusian could only feel that sinking sick feeling once again. Her pools meet the star then back down to the actress, then back up to the star once again. Instead the model turns her attention to Patrice, with a exhausting heave she manages to flip the ladder up on its side, leaving it there to pant as she slowly grabs hold of the barricade to pick herself up.

Her ascent is a slugs speed. The pain in her stomach coupled with her aching back was making the pull up difficult. Luckily for the two of them they weren’t being counted out by any official, this was taking a bit longer then she would like. Soon as her feet can keep up her weight, she picks up the short end of the ladder to begin the process again. Medical attention won’t come unless the match is finished and she works desperately to get Patrice seen. The steel pings against the canvas as she manages to drop it. She has to stop for a moment to breath, sweat drips from her forehead onto the canvas during her break but she has to keep going, her planet needs her and she’s definitely worried about the actress.

Rachel’s pain jabs at her mind as she heads down to the wide end of the ladder. [“Just leave them there.”] it says, [She’d do the same.”] it adds, filling her head with excuses but she shakes them away. Despite her personality and her faults, she still cares about others even if they don’t feel the same way. With a mighty push and digging in her heels, the Venusian manages to get the hunk of steel in the ring. She pumps herself up with this small victory, there isn’t much left to go.

Before Rachel heads back into the ring, she peeks over at her downed rival. She grimaced with the thought that crossed her mind but she couldn’t help herself either. She looks about nervously as she makes her way closer to them, she suspects they may be playing possum but the model had to check. ”Don’t think…I-I forgot about….you, Neptunian.” She rasped,bending down with a sharp pained inhale from her back and center. ”You’re coming…back…with me to….the…next galaxy over to…see…my…win.” She wanted to keep up the act as her tendrils find a hold on sleek Space Babe’s outfit. Like fish on a line, she’d hook it up, lightly of course to prevent any wardrobe malfunction (although she wouldn’t complain) and slowly dragging them (kindly) into the ring. Rachel couldn’t hear the thought of any fan getting handsy with someone famous, this was more so a comfort for her then for anyone else.

The spectacular crash landing of the Sleek Spacebabe certainly appeared pretty much match-ending for most of the crowds present. It was obvious that Neptunian blonde had gotten into deep trouble, and her latest actions had been driven more by desperation rather than rational thinking and planning. But this was wrestling, so surprising decisions and desparate moves were far from unheard of, and in the end, crazy events likely were something that many had paid to see tonight... And for Patrice, putting on an amazing show for the audience was always the most important thing as a wrestler. Always.

Right now her priorities were hurting like hell though. She did not want to move, she did not even want to open her eyes. The cold steel barricade supporting her was the only thing she wanted to feel now. Rachel could have the star. Venus could reign supreme.

And for a moment, that's exactly what happened. Trice wasn't opening her eyes, but she could still hear the sounds of everything that was going on. She could read the crowds reactions. She could hear the metal ladder getting pushed up into the ring. Soon, very soon she could hear the crowds erupt and the bell ring, sealing Neptune's defeat.

But then her script started to differ. There wasn't an imminent uproar coming... Instead, she could suddenly feel steps next to her, and fingers stroking her outfit. Adjusting her position a bit to see what was going on, the blonde opened her eyes vaguely to see Rachel pulling her up. Now, Trice really wouldn't have wanted to make any effort to move any longer, but apparently she had to. The Venusian wanted her to witness her victory.

For a moment, Trice actually pondered whether this could offer her a chance to do something drastic, to write another chapter on the script. But the moment her body hit the apron and she was getting dragged by Rachel into the ring, the reality of the immense pain throughout her body once again quickly extinguished any of those thoughts. But she still had to respond to Rachel's words... Between gritted teeth, she meekly panted out her final words. "Neptune... Will get.... Revenge..."

Once inside the ropes again, the Sleek Spacebabe just slumped back onto the mat. It was actually better there. And the crowds - they would surely love to have the defeated Neptunian's body still once more on display.

Rachel was practically exhausted as Trice was hauled into the ring. The Venusian couldn’t help but worry but the only thing she could do now was finish this. ”You can try... I’ll be…right back.” she states, rather meekly. Her tone showed genuine concern, her mind was still trying to wrack and understand Patrice’s motive for doing something so dangerous. Perhaps it was for flare, or maybe it was something she deemed fitting. An actress’ mind was scary but…intriguing. Her fingers coil around the cold steel, the strain and the effort to lift it was draining Rachel. Bending down to lift tenses her core and pulled on her back. A sharp cry escapes her lips as she lifts it with what little might she has left. The ladder towers over her as she manages to get it up on its silicone feet. This was for the best, trying to drag this lump of deadweight would land her in even more pain then rocking it to the center. It wasn’t far and as the ladder clink and clangs as she rocks it side to side, slowly she’d make her way to the center ring.

Now center stage, the crowd would begin to roar as Rachel opened the ladder up to stand tall on its own. Sweat continued to rain down her forehead as her body was overcome with exhaustion and heat. She felt like she was on fire, what little adrenaline she had was forcing her oneard. Her right meets the first step, pushing her up to meet the next. The Venusians tired pools look up to see the star getting closer, she can feel the sense of victory overcoming her. Rachel peeked over her shoulder to check on Trice who was still laid out on the mat. She doubts they could make a comeback even if they wanted to, which was all the more reason to end this. Claiming the next step, she continues to pull herself up, closing the distance for her planet to reign supreme.

It felt like a lifetime as she made it to the top. The star dangled in reach and with an exhausted sigh of comfort, her fingers curl around the edges of the hanging star. The sight from up on high was so much different then the height of the turnbuckle. She felt a sense of fear wash over her if she just happened to fall. A gift from the kind that wasn’t exactly helping as she attempted to tug the Star down. The clasp keeping it in place resisted her tug but with one last fierce yank it came undone, much to her relief.

The bell begins to ring as she clutches it tightly to her body suit covered chest. The decent down seemed much more safe in her opinion then scaling the ladder. As soon as her feet met the mat, she slips to her knees, panting as her body is overcome with exhaustion and heat. The actress made her fight for it all the way, this match was definitely on her list for most intense. Any modeling jobs or tours were out of the question for a while but Trice had managed to ignite another passion in the young model: acting. Speaking of Trice, Rachel’s gaze meets the still downed blonde. With the star in hand she weakly crawls on her one free hand and knees. They may not be friends but she could at least check on them, her intentions were pure, far from her stance earlier. The crawl was brutal, she should’ve just rolled out and got assistance backstage but her worries were eating at her.

Setting the star to her side she gently pats the blondes back. ”P-Patrice? Are you..okay?” Rachel asks, her breathing hitching as her adrenaline was running dry. ”I can’t-why would you…do something so.. reckless? huff.” Her question may have come off as rude but that wasn’t how she meant it. Her fingertips stroke through the woman’s blonde locks before she pulls away. ”As much as it…had me on..edge, that was…pretty exciting. You were truly..inspiring!” The Venusian states with a smile. It seemed like the med team were on their way, perfect timing seeing sd how she needs them just as much.[/color]

Finally, this felt good. Or as good as it could, with her body still being in severe pain from the jump and the fall... But the mat felt good, providing a soft surface to lie on, and finally there was nothing she should have, or could have done any longer. Rachel was climbing up the ladder, the crowds were getting wilder to witness the conclusion of the match, and they could all see the Sleek Spacebabe's beaten, defeated body on display. Perfect conclusion for a wrestling match!

Finally, Trice could hear the bell ringing. Her eyes remained closed, if only for intermittent subtle peeks at Rachel to see how she was progressing. But as soon as the blonde could see her victorious opponent coming towards her, she made sure to keep her eyes firmly closed.

The fight had been a fierce one, and frankly, the Neptunian would have expected the Venusian to march confidently and victoriously out of the ring carrying the prized star over her shoulder. But instead, her first concern was to come check on Patrice! Sure, it was a nice gesture, and showed true appreciation of her opponent, and Trice couldn't really complain... But still, she couldn't deny that it instantly annoyed her! Come on, she was a big girl! She knew what she had been doing, she knew what the risks were! She wasn't like some child that needed constant supervision!

"I'm... Fine!" the Sleek Spacebabe suddenly opened her eyes and snarled, obviously still in a reeling tone, but trying to waive any concern over her condition. Hearing Rachel's second question earned a rather dry notation from the blonde actress. "This is showbiz. ... You do ... what you have to do." She then commented again in a rather stern, but this time a bit more understanding tone, still wanting to make that point and her motives clear to Rachel. But by the time the Venusian reached the end of her compliments, the blonde's tone was already more neutral. "Well, thanks. But you won, go celebrate!" she then rushed the victorious girl off, clearly wanting to be left on her own devices.

Needless to say, Patrice did not exactly become happy when she saw the medical team entering the ring either. First trying to show them off, telling them that she was fine, the medics were quite not as convinced by the slow and clumsy way the blonde rolled herself out of the ring. Demanding to at least support her way out of the arena, it was clear that the Sleek Spacebabe had put on an amazing show, but had clearly paid for it with some considerable pain she'd be still feeling for a while forward.

Rachel could immediately feel that her concern wasn’t entirely appreciated, the outpour of venom from the actress struck the model. Maybe she had overstepped, sure her words could’ve been chosen a bit more carefully but she supposed that some didn’t want that sort of treatment. She averts her gaze, in hindsight, it did come off as condescending, Rachel couldn’t exactly refute her dry words. This isn’t how she expected it to end, still the star was in her hands, why did she feel so empty? ”Im sorry, I’m coming off a little overbearing, huh?” She asks, her smile vanishing, Rachel felt that maybe this wasn’t an interaction she could worm her way into their heart but at the same time the notion felt so selfish. She laid back, gritting her teeth as a sharp pain made it’s presence in her back made itself known.

With Patrice waving her off to celebrate, she couldn’t think of what there was to exactly celebrate. She felt the hands of one of the medics help her to her feet. She cradled her stomach eyeing the actress, Rachel didn’t smile, she didn’t make any cherry quip, left to her own thoughts she had to consider what it meant to want to be in “showbiz”. Patrice showed her the pride of an actress and her craft but what did she bring to the table?

Just as she was assisted out of the ring, she stops the Assitant for just a moment. ”You can come…if you want.” the tired model adds, but she wasn’t holding her breath. Did Trice hate her? Was her performance really that bad? Rachel was so unsure, where did she go wrong? The thoughts invaded her mind as she nods to the helping hand to continue. The only thing she wanted now was a relaxing, warm bath, she wanted to forget all this pain even if for a little bit. Her agent won’t be happy to learn she’s going to need some time off to recover. Heading backstage, she’d turn to the crowd one final time, putting on her smile and waving clearly in pain with the star draped over her forearm,  she carried it away; returning to her home planet.