Hattie Emory vs Phoebe Vermillion

Match Type: Standard

Going into the AFW changing room, a thin and petite figure with long blue hair was busy preparing for an exciting match coming to her. Don't be fooled by her seemingly delicate appearance, because this is the infamous pain bringer of the ring, Hattie Emory, "The Madness of Pain". Before changing to her ring attire, Hattie inspected herself in the mirror, wearing her normal clothes.

Hattie's casual clothing:

"Aha! You look terrific today!" Hattie said to herself, followed a little bit manic laugh. "But of course, these heavy fibers will only get in my way!" Hattie started to take off her casual outfit for changing to her ring gear, from her hat, to sneakers, then the yellow jacket, the T-shirt under it, the loose trousers, and finally... her panties? Yes, this is being known for a long while, that she never wear anything under her ring outfit. Hattie then took out her ring attire, started to put them on one by one: blue bondage-apron, arm-length sleeves, leather gloves, neckerchief-oversized bow, thigh-let, a fake tail, mismatched socks, and almost knee-high brown leather boots.

Hattie's ring attire:

Hattie finished putting on her ring attire, looked herself into the mirror again, "This is so much better!" A chilling craze could be heard from her voice. Knowing this is a humiliation match, the moment before she left the changing room, she couldn't hide her excitement to give her opponent massive pain and humiliation without any holding back. Entering the arena, greeting to the audiences, Hattie got into the ring and waited at the corner, she wanted to take a good look at her opponent/victim for today.

Phoebe had spent the entire night at the stadium, undergoing rigorous training alongside her girlfriend, Yona Giovanni. As the first rays of dawn illuminated the building, Phoebe found herself peacefully slumbering next to Yona, who she had chosen to keep company in the confines of her locker room. It goes without saying that their time together had extended beyond sleeping together, as, for the last few hours left after such a long training session, the two couldn't resist the urge to have some fun—perhaps, going a bit too far last night.
Yona was the only one who knew that Phoebe had transitioned from a man to a woman, but in spite of that, it seemed that Yona enjoyed being pegged a bit too much, and being the supportive girlfriend she was, she couldn't help bringing up the idea of having children. The heel absolutely hated the idea, and, to an extent, it put a strain on things. Early in the morning, Phoebe had stepped out of the room, leaving Yona there to get some rest. She had a long week, so she deserved the rest. However, now, it was time for Phoebe to prove herself. She had gotten a bit of her mojo back after taking an easy win against Akane, but now, there was a new offer on the table, and that was fighting her girlfriend's worst enemy, and rival, Renee Steinhauser. She kept pushing back the dates for Yona's sake, but with each passing hour, her hatred for Renee grew.
The blonde sweetheart couldn't understand Yona's concerns for her, and that she didn't want her to make a fool of herself against someone with much more experience than her, but even before they started dating, Yona had defended her honor against Speranza and lost. Even so, it wasn't the loss that mattered to her, she was just flattered that the brunette would go that far for her, so now, she had to do the same. Fortunately for her, she had the opportunity to put into practice everything she had learned from Yona the previous night during this match. She was hopeful that this would prepare her for the upcoming challenge of facing Renee.
After several hours, Phoebe found herself getting ready to enter the stadium, and to her surprise, Yona had managed to catch up with her. Yona showered her with affection, planting kisses on her neck and repeatedly touching her crotch. Phoebe couldn't help but giggle, returning the affection by kissing Yona's forehead and placing her hands on her hips. Phoebe couldn't believe her luck to have someone as amazing as The Graceful Undead as her lover. They could have spent the entire day making love to each other, completely oblivious to any problems or worries. However, the staff eventually urged Phoebe to move along as her opponent and fans were eagerly waiting. With one final kiss,
Phoebe bid her lover farewell and confidently walked past the curtains. It was a bit embarrassing for her to be sweaty already from their passionate makeout session, but she embraced it.
As she ran down the ramp, Phoebe raised two peace signs and enthusiastically high-fived all her adoring fans. She made sure to give attention to every last person, before ultimately sliding into the ring, and, without getting a chance to observe her opponent, extend a hand-over in respect.

With music blasting in arena, Hattie could see the approaching figure, dancing and cheering with the crowd. That was a blonde girl who was named Phoebe, and as she climbed into the ring, Hattie noticed her opponent’s carefree on showing off her body, with barely attire barely covering her skin Hattie was even a little jealous on her foe’s “matured” appearance. “Whoa whoa settle down lady!” Her opponent’s energetic entrance surprised Hattie, at the same time she found also found it funny that someone could be so positive in matches like this. Seeing Phoebe’s reaching out of hand, Hattie would be a little confused, “Oh we are going for a handshake?” Hattie smiled as she took a step forward, also reaching her hand accepting her opponent’s handshake. “I hope you will be this kind throughout the match, because I don’t think I will haha!”

Phoebe was taken aback by the unexpected chattiness of her opponent, to put it mildly. While she had encountered provocative individuals in the past, Hattie's constant probing and subtle jabs gave her the impression that she was trying to test the waters of what could get under her skin. However, she kept her composure, knowing if she slipped up and showed mental weakness, her opponent would surely take advantage of her anxiety. It was no secret that Phoebe had a tendency to get panic attacks in the ring when she was losing, but it wasn't something ever outright brought up.
She'd rather it stays that way, considering what a disadvantaged it has played in her recent bouts. She didn't actually know, but she had gotten a few complaints from her opponents on the way she dressed in the ring. She hadn't noticed it, and frankly, she never put much thought into it, but she was in a rather skimpy attire for wrestling standards. Being the rich girl she was, she had worn almost about anything she could get her hands on, and with that, came a fruitful modeling career at some point—one that surely made her desensitized to dressing lewdly.
She did love her oversized sweaters, but with Phoebe's talent at pulling off accurate moves and acrobatics, it was far better that she had fewer clothes on, and she'd, without a doubt, prove that to her opponent the second the bell rung. She didn't know how exactly to reply to such annoying remarks, so she simply nodded with a smile, and began to circle her opponent around the ring. She had completely brutalized her last opponent, and she hoped to keep that same strength going into this match—though, with less cruelty, and more raw, overwhelming skill. At the very least, she was confident that there was more potential to be a formidable fighter than what meets the eye from her overly mature and feminine appearance.

Hattie started to feel almost bad for how she tried to taunt such a nice girl, almost. As she immediately remainded herself of this was a wrestling match, being curel is a way of survival. "Ok cutie, are you ready?" Hattie grinned as they finished shaking hands.

DING!

Good timing, Hattie thought since she won't have to spend extra effort to go back to her corner. Trying to be professional, Hattie would raise both her hands u and nodded towards Phoebe, signaling her opponent for a test of strength.

Throughout Phoebe's life, she had rarely received compliments. The entire community was well aware of her transgender identity, and their lack of acknowledgement only reinforced the notion that they viewed her as something shameful. This perception drove her to undergo numerous surgeries, hoping that physical alterations would bring acceptance.
However, despite all her efforts, she couldn't escape the judgment of others, who saw her as nothing more than a mere imposter. This constant scrutiny and the piercing gazes of people seemed to chip away at her self-worth, making her feel as if her true self was always transparent to those around her. Needless to say, it was surely the cause of her anxiety. Her whole life, she had let herself be used by everyone, just because she didn't see her own worth, but this time, that was going to change. She had Yona, who loved her, in spite of knowing her secret, and her teammates from Hade's Plague would always see her as one of the girls. It filled her with confidence, as she glanced over at her opponent—for the first time, considering doing something her girlfriend would do.
She could have pretended to go along with the test of strength, and when she got close enough, aim for her stomach, but one thing that would never change was her kindness. She felt far different than she was before she met her rude, vulgar, and idiot friends, but it didn't seem like a bad thing, she was actually quite happy around them—with a subtle prayer, in her mind, that they'd all be together until they retired, Phoebe connected her hands with Hattie's' and began to push with all her strength.
"Heh.. I have a girlfriend~" Phoebe replied, with a smirk.

"Now, here we go!" One thing they taught Hattie was never show off one's weakness to opponent. As hands of both girl connected, Hattie would right away use all her strength pushing forward, continously advancing her stance with combining power from her arms, spine and legs Hattie tried to demonstrate her ability as a wrestler to her opponent, as she won't show any mercy during the upcoming match.

Phoebe's anxiety was so evident in the wrestling arena, as she couldn't help but worry about the possibility of losing. However, all the intense training she had endured with Yona had instilled a strong sense of determination within her that she couldn't ignore. Driven by a deep longing to impress and gain Yona's admiration, Phoebe fiercely fought against the creeping insecurities that tried to overpower her. She had to keep up with her powerful girlfriend's momentum or else she'd be left in the dust, and maybe, forgotten by her. She was the first person to love her for her, and there was no doubt that she wanted her to be the last as well.
In the midst of the intense grappling and physical exertion, Phoebe displayed an unwavering spirit that was evident in the way she clenched her teeth. She had put plenty of strength into their test, but she wasn't going to sit around and let fate decide who deserves to win; she had other plans in mind for her opponent. Grinding her teeth together in untold agony, she tapped into deep reservoirs of inner strength, fiercely determined to forcefully propel Hattie towards the turnbuckle.
The uncertainty of whether she possessed sufficient energy for such a risky tactic lingered, but she banked on the element of surprise—a skill she had learned from her partner, Yona. She'd have this match in the bag if she were to succeed; Phoebe heavily rely on her strength, unlike what her girlfriend would have done. The Champion was physically weak, but on the other hand, Phoebe had far more room to push her body to its limits. Her muscles throbbed, preparing to throw a plethora of punches towards Hattie if she could just get her into the corner.

Surprise could be seen on Hattie's face as she didn't expect such strength from her opponent, despite the obivous difference between body size. "Hey... hey!" No matter how hard Hattie pushed, it didn't stop her body from being pushed backwards, further and further, all the way back to turnbuckle. As she still akwardly pushing her opponent, Hattie was pinned against the turnbuckle, worrying what would happen next.

Having her opponent right where she wanted her, Phoebe slipped out of her opponent's test of strength—ducking beneath Hattie, and striking her with a stiff uppercut. Soon, she'd follow it up with a few jabs to the gut of her blue-haired adversary. She wasn't sure how effective it would be against her, but at the very least, she was far more calculative than most, especially when she wasn't weighed down with anxiety. She accounted for her opponent's weight, and had gotten on her knees to have a clean shot on her opponent's belly.
It was an impressive maneuver that left the audience in an uproar; the blonde sweetheart surprisingly beginning to get the credit she deserved. She may have started off as a jobber, but just like her girlfriend, she had a natural-born talent for the field. It wasn't something anyone from Hade's Plague noticed until Yona began to focus on training her—her skills in the ring quickly improving to the surprise of everyone that stumbled upon her. Maybe someday she'd be a champion herself, but then again, she never dreamt that big when it came to wrestling. In a way, she was simply here to get paid, and eventually, attend a college, but if she was going to do this, she was going to put her all into her performance.