No Laughing Matter: Sadie Radcliffe(D) v Trixie Hart (D)

Match Type: Humiliation Match
Extra Stipulation: No Holds Barred
Victory Conditions: Verbal submission which must be accepted by the opponent.

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Three women were tucked away in the bowels of the Friction arena, opting to do their last minute preparations away from the brightly lit locker room in lieu of someplace more roomie and atmospheric. Trixie was seated in a folding chair facing a standing mirror, eyes closed, not making so much as a peep it was an unnatural state for the ordinarily loud and chatty girl, but she was under the explicit orders to keep still while the redhead standing behind her brushed her golden hair. After a few needlessly hard tugs through some knots in her hair with the comb, she had decided to comply to keep it from happening again. After that things became more gentle, thankful.

"I'm so jealous. I wanted to have a debut tonight." Abigail Le Grande sat behind two other women, perched on the edge of a table. She swung her feet, sighing as she watched her "big sis" Beckett fuss over the quiet clown, helping her to look her best for her first match in Friction. They hadn't been in Japan long but the young animal trainer was itching to get in the ring and slap a collar on some of the cute boys and girls of AFW to shine a spotlight on herself. When had hoped when the redhead first came to them talking about a match it would have been a tag team or a three versus three thing where they could all compete, but it turned out the blond clown had left an impression with her social media antic enough to land a match while Abi was condemned to the sideline. She let out a large huff, kicking her legs up onto the table to lay back with her hands on her stomach, playing her best impression of someone laid out at a funeral. "My career is already dead and I haven't even started. Bleeeergh."

"Keep fussing and I'll make sure you are booked against me. Losing your debut being twisted into a pretzel By your own teammate... how embarrassing." The redhead remarked airily as if this sort of thing was fairly common amongst the three women. Trixie smirked, Abigail pouted, and Beckett… "Finished." The former contortionist took a step back, pinching a stray thread on the strap of the clowns attire to pluck it off. There was a silent moment while no one said anything, Abigail lifting her head as both women watched the clown expectantly for her to say or do anything… when she didn't Beckett took her by the shoulders and coaxed her up to her feet and spun her around to look at them. "Well?"

Trixie gave them both a big smile, bringing her fingers to her lips making a zipping motion to explain why she wasn't talking. Beckett let out a huff, waving a hand to let her know she could resume talking. Leaning up onto her tiptoes, the blond gave the redhead a small peck on the cheek. "Thanks bunches, you're the best Becko."

"Beckett." The redhead correlated flatly as the two other girls giggled amongst one another. "You are going out there tonight alone. I want to see what exactly you can do moving forward. You have a lot of freedom with this match, so get creative. Just remember, that extends to your opponent too. She's new but the girls in the back mentioned her mother was a big deal in the wrestling circuit at some point. She's young but likely well trained."

"Sounds fun." Trixie chirped cheek fully, slowly inching backwards as Beckett rambled on about details that clearly she had no interest in.once she was a decent distance away, the clown reached up and vigorously missed no her hair, undoing all the brushing that had just been done to let it all return to its natural wild state. When she looked back at the two women, Abigail was lying on the table again laughing while Beckett stared on, fists clenched and red face. "Whelp… gotta go byeeeee!" As she scurried off she could hear the fading sounds of french sweating coming from where they had been, but it was hard to make out over her own giggling.

Theme:

Trixie Hart:

Brightly colored beams of light danced across the crowd as unfamiliar music flooded the arena. There was a quiet calm as everyone in attendance looked on with interest over who would be coming out. When the music ramped to its fever pitch, Trixie burst from the curtains, prancing onto the stage. She made her way down towards the ring, throwing in a cartwheel along the way just because it felt right at the moment, the crowd seemed to like it too. She paused at the ring, a hand already reaching up to hold onto the ropes lightly. She had been about to climb into the ring… but the best idea hit her. Backing away, she moved over towards the crowd barrier and crouched down, hiding from view as she waited for her opponent to make her own way down the ramp. Whenever they showed up, she would spring from her hiding spot and try and pounce whoever they were to bring them to the floor.

The backstage locker room was usually a pretty exciting place to be. Occupied by fighters of all types, all of whom usually eager and excited as they prepared themselves to enter the spotlight once more. Rookies, veterans, faces, heels, friend and foes alike shared this room, and they all returned to it either as victors or at a loss. In either case they were always excited to return, eager to experience that rush of pre-match adrenaline that no other place provided. What it wasn't supposed to be was a placed for dread and worry, yet those were the exact feeling rushing through Sadie's mind as she sat on one of the locker room benches, staring down mindlessly at her own feet, her remaining boot held loosely in a hand draped over her lap.

"Wipe that sulky look off your face, and finish up already! It's almost show time darling." Adaline's commanding voice snapped Sadie back into the present, her grip fumbling and her boot dropping onto the tiled floor. She immediately picked it up and slipped her foot in, clumsily fastening the buckles with shaky fingers. Her mother stood not too far away from her, dabbing on the last bit of her makeup as she gave the occasional glance at her daughter through the reflection of a mirror mounted on the locker room wall. With the amount of time and effort she was putting into her appearance, you'd have thought it was her debut tonight. But that moment had already come and pass, and spectacularly so. Tonight was her daughter Sadie's moment to shine, yet the match hadn't even started and she already looked defeated and zoned out on the bench.

"Come here sweetie, let's get a good look at you." Sadie let out a reserved sigh, slowly picking herself up before shuffling over to her mothers side at the mirror. Adaline scooted behind her, towering over her with both hands placed on each of her shoulders, sharply twisting her around in a circle so as to get a full view of her daughter in the mirror's reflection. She finally came to rest after a full rotation, hands still gripped on her shoulder as she bent down until her mouth was at ear level, eyes still transfixed to Sadie's through the mirror. "Now darling, mother had to go through a lot of work setting this match up for you alright?" She moved one hand up to gently stroke her daughters hair, trying to relax the tenseness building up in her daughter's rigid stance.

"You're opponent is new here too, but just remember: You've got better training, better skills, and better blood" She moved her head over to the other side of Sadie's shoulders, taking a moment to emphasize ever word of her pep talk before deciding to press on even more. "There's a lot at stake here honey. Your career, you're future... my reputation" She whispered the last point, squeezing down tightly on Sadie's shoulders before forfeiting the grip all together and taking a few steps back to admire their reflection once more, cross armed and with a stone-cold look on your face.

"So don't screw it up" She ordered blankly, her face a pure neutral that instantly shifted into a forced smile as soon as the sound of unfamiliar music echoed outside, signaling what was probably her opponent's entrance. "But don't worry darling, I know you won't. Now go out there, and win! Just remember, I'll be watching"

"Yes mother" Sadie said submissively, waiting until Adaline slipped out of the locker room to droop her head downward and slump at the base of the mirror, leaving herself alone to bask in her mother's words. In a way she knew her mother was right. She had no excuse to lose this match. They were both debuting, yes, but she had been wrestling for years under her mother's ruthless regiment. Yet that didn't stop her from losing matches left and right prior to this, and who was to say that curse wouldn't follow into the big leagues? She slowly lifted her head upwards to face herself in the mirror, summing up the courage to mount some semblance of a determined look. Like her mother had drilled into her head thousands of times before, she was wrestling royalty. If she wanted to win, she had to act like it.

"You got this Sadie" she said with deep breaths, transforming her uncertain expression into a smile much more fitting for the otherwise young and jubilant girl. The ring was a scary place for sure, but at least her mother wouldn't be at it's side, screaming orders and commands at her as she always did. Instead she'd be seated far away, watching like a hawk as her daughter pounded and humiliated her opponent to submission, whatever that meant. The thought wasn't that much more comforting.

She walked out of the locker room, stopping just short of the arena entrance before letting out a few deep sighs and busting right through. She was immediately blinded by bright lights and loud music, instinctively lowering her arm up to cover her eyes. The audience looked over at her curiously, and once she realized how pathetic she looked shielding her face like that, she immediately dropped her arm and let out a nervous chuckle before shuffling down the ramp. She moved in slow motion, her hesitation increasing as she got closer and closer to the ring. She gulped as thousands of pairs of eyes peered at her descent down the ramp. Not wanting to make for an awkward entrance, Sadie figured she'd give a go at a little fanfare. Halfway down the ramp she outstretched and planted her legs, coming to a stop and putting on her best and genuine smile. She tilted her heads towards the side and shot one arm outwards while stretching her middle and index finger in a 'V' like she had practiced countless times before. The cute display garnered some reaction, a decent amount of cheers and hoots that helped put Sadie's mind at ease and shed some of the awkwardness.

Sadie Radcliffe:

She let out a few deep breaths, loosening herself back into position before continuing the rest of the descent. The reaction was nice, sure, but she still couldn't help but feel that the atmosphere felt rather... still. The crowd was overly cautious and perceptive, eying her intently as she neared the ring. She scoured the stands, noticing the hundreds of faces equally mixed with eager, nervousness, and even some winces. Why some of them looked that way was beyond her, but it only served to deepen the ever growing pit of uneasiness swelling in her stomach. She swiveled her head back to face the open ring, getting a good look at it for the first time throughout the whole entrance.

She squinted as she neared the edge of the crowd barrier, stopping just after passing it's edge and standing on the outskirts of the ring. She squinted her eyes, scouring the area inside the ropes noticing that it was completely bare and devoid of life. That was odd, back in the locker room she could've sworn that she heard what had to be her opponent's theme, right? She scoured through the stands once more before finally noticing a larger women seated high up, frantically motioning with her finger to Sadie's right. It was Adaline, an incredibly frustrated expression her face as she simultaneously tried to mouth and point commands to her daughter.

"What the... huh, HEY!" Sadie swiveled her head to the side, only to catch a blur of red and blue spring out of nowhere and come hurdling straight into her. The impact sent her tumbling down onto the ground with a loud thud, the weight of the unknown aggressor still pressed up against her as she writhed and wiggled in complete shock from the sudden attack!

The anticipation of that final moment is what carried her through the absolutely agonizing wait. She was the impatient sort, which may have been somewhat surprising for those who knew her more intimate. The clown gal could sometimes plant traps for hours, even days in advance without spilling the beans. She didn’t like it though, satisfaction was something she craved immediately even though the build up in retrospect often made the payoff that much better. SO it was as she hunkered down here, imagining how fantastic the look would be on her opponents face when she gave them a little prematch surprise.

Fidgeting, she held her ground, practically bouncing in place with the excitement. Whoever this girl was, she was certainly taking her sweet time making her way to the ring, hopefully no killjoys would spoil the jape before she had a chance to deploy it. Then it happened, a petite young girl with sky blue hair slipped past the threshold garbed in a most interesting of costumes that made Trixie own look far more appropriate for the ring which was a feat in and of itself. Pushing off the flow in a low crouched run she scurried closer waiting for just the right moment…

NOW!

“Hello!” Trixie hurled herself towards Sadie with reckless abandon, throwing her arms up to wrap them around behind the other girl’s neck like a lovebird leaping into the arms significant other. She carried with her however, far more force, enough to send both women toppling into the ringside area with a crash. She rolled through with her fellow rookie until Sadie flopped onto her back, and Trixie had managed to straddle her waist, hugging the two of them close. The clown girl was grinning from ear to ear with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she leaned down to tap the tips of their noses together. Boink.

“I’m Trixie, but you can call me winner. I like the costume, are you a battle nun? I have something to confess, I’ve killed a man in cold blood… Just kidding! But I lied, so that's a sin too. Are you going to punish me now?” Trixie pressed the two of their foreheads together, staring wide eyed into Sadie’s lovely blue gaze. “I’m allergic to spanking… even thinking about it makes me burst out in a rash.” Trixie suddenly dipped her head to the side, smacking her lips on the side of Sadie’s next and blew a thick, wet, raspberry into her skin. Once she had done that, she leaned back, giving the girl slightly more space but still holding her down to the ground. “Oh, I meant do something rash. Whoops.”

Sadie had no choice but to strap in tight for the ride as her and her phantom attacker rolled and tumbled along the ringside floor before coming to a stop. She let out a few deep blinks, only to have her vision completely encompassed by a woozy blob of red and blue straddled on top of her. A few more blinks and the image focused into that of a women, one dressed seemingly like a clown with a wide grin across her face and hungry eyes staring back into hers. She instinctively flinched as the crazy eyed girl leaned in close, throwing her own head backwards only to find it thudding against the concrete floor. She let out a slight wince as the girl bonked noses, Sadie still in too much shock to make sense of it at all at the moment.

The girl, or Trixie as as she hurriedly introduced herself, certainly wasn't making things easier with her crazed antics. Babbling on at 500 words per minute, leaving Sadie's brain and mouth struggling to keep up. "Uh, I'm Sadie and I - No I'm not a battle nu-  You did Wha - Wait, Huh!?" Every interjection was met by an even more insistent one on Trixie's part, refusing to let Sadie's mind comprehend and process her ramblings all at once. Each sentence had absolutely nothing to do with the next, it was just an unfiltered and garbled mess of words, leaving Sadie stuttering and stumbling to respond.

"Look, I uh - You know you don't look all tha - uah!" As much as Sadie wanted to issue a retort, especially in response to her opponent's quip about her costume, she was cut off by Trixie's lips once again, although this time in a much more intimate manner. Trixie's face which had been brushed up against hers this whole time was now suddenly by her neck, lips puckered up and practically slobbering all over her smooth skin. Sadie arched her back and outstretched her head as far outwards and away from Trixie's hungry lips as her neck would allow her, but there really was no getting away while underneath her teasing foe. All that was left was a thick wet splotch just below her jawline, courtesy of the chaotic jester.

"Enough! What are you, some kind of a... of a..." Sadie bellowed out in a sputtering mess as soon as Trixie's antics subsided and she was back in the mounted position. Her eyes were filled with frustration and confusion now, her face contorted in a visible 'what the fuck' expression as she stared at her bizarre opponent. Was her mother insane? She thought this was supposed to be an easy win against an even easier opponent, yet she hadn't even stepped foot into the ring yet and already she found herself caught in the trap of a "...lunatic!?"

Trixie recoiled at Sadie's sudden outcry, leaning herself back with a hearty cringing expression plastered on her face as if the girl had just raked her nails across a chalkboard. The blond's lips tugged at the corners with a slight twitch, sinking down as the blond girl pouted. She stared on wide eyes, the bottom of her lip quivering as if she were about to burst out into tears. Sitting back she planted her perky tush on Sadie's stomach, sniffing softly, eyes unable to meet the other rookie's. "I just… I-I just…" How cruel of Sadie to break her poor fragile clown heart, the girl could barely out her words together as she choked up… then Trixie's hand suddenly snapped forward and was pinching the tip of her nose though an unexpected loud sound pierced the air in place of what would have been silent.

Honk!

Trixie's sorrow melted away as she grinned wide again, casually tossing the horn she had squeezed behind her back to the side of the ring. With a hard shove the clown pinned Sadie's shoulders to the thin ringside padding, hopping her legs up to balance on the balls of her feet. With a kick off the ground she sent herself up, performing a handstand balanced on top of the other girl, smiling down at her as she balanced meticulously over top of her.

"Nope. Just a clown. They keep all the lunatics under the ring." The crowd hooted and whistled beside the two, the acrobatic act and let Trixie's skirts drop due to gravity revealing her frilly bloomers beneath for all to see. The utter indignity! Peddling her legs, she teetered her weight forward to dismount Sadie in a cartwheel, ending up on her feet again. With a huff she tugged her gathered skirts down, smoothing them out with her hands before eyeing Sadie still on the floor, in the perfect position to upskirt the young, innocent and oh so vulnerable Trixie. The blond gasped and let out a girlie shriek, pushing her skirts down between her legs to cover up. "Pervert!"

Sadie's noticeably agitated and flustered expression immediately turned into a softer and more concerned one as her opponent leaned back, face and eyes twitching while here lips pouted out in a visibly hurt expression "Wait... I'm sorry, it's just that you caught me off guard, and I know the rul-" Her voice took a much more nasally tone before being completely cut off by her Trixie's fingers latched out and pinched on to her nose, except this time with a much more gleeful look on her face. She jerked back and hit her head even harder into the ground along with a loud yelp, completely startled by the loud horn seemingly pulled out of thin air.

Her mother had always lectured heron  how naïve and gullible she was, whether the manner was in or out of the ring. But even Sadie was surprised at how silly she must have looked, apologizing to a clown of all people. She winced as she propped herself slightly off the ground by her elbow, using once hand to rub the back of her aching head. Trixie didn't seem in the mood to let the girl recover, instead slamming her into the padding and pressing on with her bizarre ringside antics. "Be careful, you're going to fall on me!" Sadie yelped as the girl performed a dazzling although remarkedly-inappropriate-given-the-circumstances headstand right on top of the fellow rookie. Sadie was forced to bend her neck upwards to meet the crazy eyes of her opponent. The performance left Trixie somewhat exposed, but she didn't seem to mind one bit, instead reveling in the audience hoots and hollers.

Despite the bluenettes' protests, Trixie managed to land smoothly on her feet following a cartwheel, placing herself squarely above the dazed rookie. "What!? No, I'm not a pervert" Sadie's voice gradually lowered as she uttered the last words, seemingly too embarrassed to even say it out loud as she threw her hands up to shield her eyes away from the forced sight of Trixie's under-skirt. She glanced around in every direction around her opponent, eyeing shifting erratically for a way to get out of this messy situation. Desperate, and without many options, she threw herself forward and between Trixie's legs, crawling on all fours in a desperate dash to the ring. She wouldn't even bother trying to make a run for it, instead hoping that she could crawl her way to and up the ring and find sanctuary within the ropes.

"Relax, I am a professional. I fall all the time, it's how I make a living." Trixie chirped back gleefully, giving her wild mane of hair a good shake, letting the long block locks brush lightly over Sadie's face. "I'll be fine, it's normally just the people below me that get hurt! Oh... Forget I said that." The clown remained vertical for all mother long pause, kicking her feet lightly in the air to maintain balance at the odd wobble. When she finally dismounted it was surely a massive weight off of the other rookie's shoulders in both senses.

Trixie pursed her lips together tightly, keeping in the sounds of her amusement as she watched Sadie shrivel up under her accusations. The moment her eyes were shielded, the blond pinched the edges of her own skirts and hiked up the front, quickly flashing Sadie again when she was none the wiser, but the crowd got a hoot out of it. The blue haired girl was so adorably cute it was hard to keep from exploding with laughter in her face. That needed to be saved for… oh right! They had a match. Trixie glanced up to the ring to find an inpatient looking referee watching the ringside antics far less amused than the spectators were, waiting until both girls entered the ring before starting the match. With a to of her eyes Trixie turned her attention back to Sadie… Sadie?

"Eee!" Trixie jumped a bit feeling her opponent trying to scuttle between her legs, f doing the girl bump and brush along her thighs in an attempt for escape. Bending down low, the clown gal showed off her impressive flexibility, reaching through her own legs to grasp at the retreating rookie, grilling the edge of her opponent's dress to cut her short. With a few hard tugs and a few hope back on her own, Trixie tried to put the girl underneath her again before dropping her weight down across Sadie's back to sit on her, straddling her in the reverse.

"Hey! No running away like some thief in the night, not after you stole a glance at my treasured bloomers!" Settling in with a bounce, the official in the ring threw up their hands in frustration and walked to the other side of the ring, motioning for the bell which sounded with a loud ding. The match was on now for real! Trixie glanced back over her shoulder to the back of Sadie's head, idly adjusting her one glove. "I can't let you get away with besmirching my dignity like that, I am a very sensitive soul." With a few flexes of her fingers testing out how her glove was being worn, she gave a nod. Drawing back her hand, she whipping it around to give Sadie's backside a sharp spank, one with her palm and another more playful pass with the back of her hand. One for each cheek.

"Fair is fair though. Let me just take a peek at what you have on under all this, then we are even. Doot-do-dah dooooo!" Trixie did her best impression of a trumpet announcing the coming of some fancy noble to a dining hall as she reached down to grasp at the edges of the other woman's skirt. With a giddy giggle she would attempt to throw them up, peering over the side to get a good look at Sadie's backside… even if she had modest covering. What a let down! "Are you sure you aren't a battle nun? You are looking pretty pious priestess to my precise perception."

Despite what she claimed, Trixie was acting like anything but a professional in the eyes of the genuinely frightening and beyond startled debutant. All she wanted was to get far away from this crazed clown, to fight this "battle," if you could even call it that, on her own turf. The ring was the closest thing she had to that, and scurrying over to it as fast as humanly possible was her top priority at the moment. She was partially engulfed underneath he opponent's petticoat, and despite the darkness that came with it, she was careful to still avert her eyes with one hand as she continued to scoot through and out the other side of Trixie's legs.

Once light broke through she was able to devote both hands back to the retreat, scratching along the floor in her mad dash to safety. The only problem was that despite all hurried scurrying, and all four limbs devoted to the task, she all of a sudden ceased to make any progress. It probably had to do with the the firm yanking sensation tugging at the back of her attire. Sure enough, Sadie slow tilted her head behind and over her shoulder, only to see the inverted smile of Trixie peaking between her own legs, one hand held tight onto the edge of Sadie's overly long attire.

"No, no, no!" Sadie wheezed as her progress was slowly undone, inch by inch as she was dragged back in between Trixie legs with only her head and legs sticking out. "UMPH!" Sadie grunted as Trixie sat on her with a dainty hop, her new throne accompanied with the familiar ding of the opening bell. Her wheezing and punting intensified as she tried to make her way to the ropes once more, this time the clown of a woman seated on top of her. It was a pathetic display to say the least, one that got audible giggles from nearby audience members as Sadie's desperate fleeing soon transformed her into an glorified mount for her opponent.

She was stopped dead in her tracks by a well placed thwack to her behind, eliciting a loud yelp that cried out one again following a second back hand smack to her butt cheeks. She reared her back upwards, although not enough to dismount her opponent, her cheeks flush with simultaneously embarrassment and rage. "Hey! Save it for... the match" her voice trailed off as the realization that the bell had rung out a few seconds ago in the midst of all that fray finally dawned on her. Sadie's let out a few desperate, wide-eyed wheezes, glancing around wildly at the jeering crowd and audience members. Mere milliseconds into it the match, and already she was serving as a throne for her bizarre opponent.

As if she wasn't already embarrassed enough, Trixie decided take an early peak behind the curtain so to speak, teasingly lifting up the edge of Sadie's skirt and peering at what lay underneath. Luckily for Sadie, she was rather protective of her dignity, and her attire certainly reflected that, even if it was to the disappointment of her opponent and the nearby crowd. If there was one thing she had done right coming into this match, it was coming in with several layers to her attire. If not, she might've found herself stripped bare before she even got herself into the ring. At least this way, Trixie was going to have to work on getting at the prize. Too bad she was making remarkably fast progress.

To add insult to injury, Trixie decided to throw in yet another quip about her dress, a now especially sensitive topic to the bluennette given that it's what prevented her retreat in the first place. She gnashed her teeth together and narrowed her eyes, thoroughly annoyed at the endless teasing at her expense that had been going on for far too long. "I already told you... I'm not... a fucking... battle nun!" Sadie let out a loud cry as she reared herself upwards, putting all her force into dismounting the girl if possible. Her words came out jumbled and forced - profanity didn't sound that natural coming out of Sadie, but Trixie was already pushing her to mental limits she had never face in a match before. One successful buck was all she needed, and if she got it, she would make yet another attempt by rising to her feet and going on a full on sprint towards the ring before diving inside underneath the bottom ropes.

"Yes, yes yes!" Trixie teased with a gleeful laugh as she dragged her fellow rookie back beneath her before making her into a personal throne. She gave a small few thrusts with her hips and a wiggle of her tush, finding a comfortable spot in which to continue to play with her new friend. A cheeky spank of her layered bottom a d the less than climatic reveal of what lay hidden within her opponent's skirts. Pawing at the fabric she gathered it up along the small of Sadie's back, invasively lurching forward to invasively observe just how the other girl's attire was all fastened together. It was very important… for reasons. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her lips, inching so cloth Sadie could have felt the clown's warm breath on her perky backside if not for her ring gear.

"Someone really works out." Trixie remarked in a snicker, falling silent when Sadie spoke up again with a bit more fire in her voice. It perked her ears and got an arch of the brow, starting to sit up on top of Sadie when a sudden shift in her perch in the form of her kicking up again threw the clown forward, face first into the ringside to eat the ground. PFFFFFFFffffffffffftttttt! There was a long, awkward sound as if someone had just unceremoniously passed gas, in this very inappropriate time, letting out what some might consider a particularly juicy flatulence. Pushing off the floor with a grumble, Trixie got to her knees to look back at the fleeing Sadie. She reached a gloves hand down into her costume, tugging free a deflated whoopee cushion where it had been hiding within to pad her bra to give the illusion she had been slightly more endowed. With a flick of the wrist she cast the limp rubber bag aside to the floor, hurrying to her feet to give chase.

"You have a very fowl mouth…" Trixie bellowed after as she slipped behind the rookie trying to slide between the ropes. The crown plunged a hand down into her now lopsided bosom, giving a few hard yanks to wrestle what looked to be a rubber chick from the other side leaving her at her natural perky balance. With a nimble jump she vaulted to the apron in hot pursuit, laughing as Sadie dove through the ropes. Trixie decided to take the express route, reaching out to cling to the top rope. Leaning back she built the tension before slingshot ring herself up and over the ropes to leapfrog into the ring, trying to land right back on top of the still prone Sadie… though this time she would be straddling her forward facing instead of reversed.

"This seems… familiar!" Trixie gave an affirmative nod, agreeing with herself. She clutched the rubber chicken by the neck, passing its legs to her other hand. With a bright smile not befitting the nature of her intentions, she reached down to try and slip the party gag over top of Sadie's head, nestling it's rubber body under her chin before drawing it back tightly to garrotte the rookie with the foreign object. "In this ring, the chicken chokes you!" Leaning away, the cruel clown arched her back trying to wrench her hold back as hard as possible, attempting to strangle the poor girl.

Like some sort of wild bronco, Sadie launched her torso upwards and hunched her back, bucking Trixie off in a clumsy tumble and giving herself a window of opportunity to finally get out of this mess. She hastily picked herself back up to her feet, stumbling at first but finding her footing soon enough and using it to propel herself towards the ring. She didn't even bother glancing behind her to check out that questionable flatulency sound - as strange as it was, it wasn't even the weirdest thing Trixie had done thus far, and it certainly didn't warrant potentially distracting her from her desperate retreat.

Respite was near, she could feel it. All that needed was a forward face dive into the ring, one that she performed once she was at an ample distance. She tucked herself in as she landed on the ring apron, rolling over a few time as she slipped underneath the bottom ropes and came to a rest face up inside the rings familiar embrace. She let out a relieved sigh, splaying out her arms at her side and taking a few deep breaths to recuperate. You got this Sadie, this is your turf now, ya hear! Sadie reassured herself through a mental pep talk, the bright arena lights shining high above her and glistening in the stress-induced sweat forming on her brow.

And then all of a sudden the light were gone, they're warm bask replaced only with a shadowed figure elevated high above her. Oh god, all she needed was a few seconds, just a few to herself. Was that really too much to ask for from this relentless clown? Her panicked expression returned to her once more and she quickly scrambled to roll out of harms way. She brought her arms back to her side, tucked in close as she tried to roll towards the center of the ring and out of Trixie's impending landing zone. She managed to get one half rotation in, but that only left her on her stomach as Trixe came crashing down and landing right on top of her back.

"AH!" Sadie let out a brief yelp, finding herself straddled underneath Trixie once again. She was right, the position was unfortunately familiar. Probably due to the fact that Sadie had spent the entirety of the match so far trying to escape from it, only to find herself dragged underneath the peculiarly prankster time and time again. At the very least, maybe they'd start actually wrestling now, preferably with something more conventional that Sadie could actually parry, but given her compromising position, that thought wasn't much of a consolation either. Camel clutch, chin lock, a crossface - all were moves Sadie was susceptible to in this position and she wasn't eager to be on the receiving end of any of them. But at the very least they'd be normal, and at this point that was all she could really ask for.

And of course, she was stupid enough to actually hold out hope for something normal from Trixie, the least normal girl she'd faced... ever. Instead, she got a thick rubber object draped over her head and around her throat. She immediately threw her hands at it and began trying to tug it off of her, unable to see exactly what it was slowly restricting her airways. "What is tha - SQUEEEE AWHOOO - Trixie what the he -SQUEEEE AWHOOO- I... I can't... brea -SQUEEEE AWHOOO"Sadie was violently wrenched backwards, the scaly rubbery object pressed tightly against her throat and emitting loud screeching squeaks with every yank. What exactly it was, Sadie had no clue, but it was simultaneously scaring and choking the life out the rookie, forcing her to cough out raspy choking sounds amid all the confusion and pain. She frantically reached out and clawed at the nearby ropes in between the squawks of the rubbery gimmick, not so sure if they could provide her any relief in a match as crazy as this.