Handicap Match! Sandy White vs Mewow (Deja and Dot)

(Continued From Here)

Handicap Match with standard rule: the team of two tag in and out of the ring like a standard tag team. Victory is achieved via pin fall, submission, knockout, count out, or disqualification

Sandy White made her typical entrance. She emerged at the top of the entrance ramp and began to make her way down. Unlike her usual entrance sequences, she'd be smiling confidently, seemingly eager to fight this particular match. The woman had a run in with her opponents just the other day. And after asserting herself over them, she had challenged the pair to a Handicap Match. Sandy wore her usual wrestling attire to this match. Clad in a blue leotard and kneepads, she hopped onto the apron before ducking under the ropes and into the ring.



Sandy would roll her shoulders and stretch her arms, eagerly awaiting the entrance of the tag team, Mewow.

Not long after Sandy it was Deja and Dot's turn to head down towards the ring, the two of them united together to take on Sandy. With a well mixed version of both of their themes combined accompanying them the loving duo exited from behind stage and made their way down towards the ring together, their hands trustingly interlocked together. The two felt very differently of the match which was to come. Dot had a feeling that this would be bad, only spelling out disaster for the two of them. Deja however was as determined as ever, still sore from when Sandy threw her headfirst into a wall in both a metaphorical and definitely physical sense, the red haired girl was more than eager to get her revenge. Before long the duo made it to ringside, both of them hopping up gracefully but Deja being the only one who got inside, Dot lovingly blowing her a greatly needed good luck kiss.

Deja And Dot~:

"Ain't got no unfair environment to use against me now! So I hope you're prepared for this to go down the way it should have when we met!" Deja yelled over at Sandy with an enraged point, only waiting on the signal for the bell before she struck.

Like everyone else, Sandy observed as the two made their entrance. They were an adorable pair. The audience was quite receptive to Deja and Dot. They seemed to be particular happy to see the two with their fingers interlocked and holding hands. They hopped onto the apron and apparently decided that Deja should start the team off. Sandy readied herself to deal with the team. Despite her attitude of taking them lightly, she had never fought a handicap match, before. And she'd need to be serious if she wanted to pull off an upset, here. The Giantess readied herself to fight by assuming a stance with her arms front and her feet wide. But that seriousness would soon be disturbed by her annoyance with seeing Dot blow a loving kiss to her partner.

While the crowd thought it was a sweet gesture, Sandy disagreed. She openly expressed her disgust by rolling her eyes and scoffing. Her disdain would only be accentuated by the spunky red-head's words. "Oh yeah?!" the blue clad wrestler answered in a rhetorical tone. She'd take a step towards Deja before lunging at her and lifting her leg in an attempt to hit the young upstart with a Big Boot strike, before the bell even sounded!

Pumped up by the fact that her and her partner had received such a good first reception Deja's courageous point was full of fire, the irritation which Sandy was clearly feeling practically irradiating off of her already. "Yeah!" Deja replied with equal amounts of fury despite the rhetorical nature of Sandy's tone, lowering her previously pointed finger in preparation to square up to her much taller opponent. Deja had believed Sandy to be simply stepping up to her for the two to stand much closer before the match officially started, however Sandy's cheating nature would make itself known very early on as already she struck the completely unprepared Deja with a massive Big Boot! Immediately sending the usually very resilient woman tumbling backwards onto the canvas with a painful bonce.

The magnitude of the blow even caused Dot to cringe, and she wasn't even the recipient of the attack. "Dirty cheat..." Deja grumbled in discomfort while forcing herself back up into a sitting position, her arm now locked around the afflicted area of where she had been struck in an attempt to both prevent the injured area from being exploited any further, and to try and sooth over the now thumping pain.

Sandy managed to floor her foe with a Big Boot before the match had even begun. Her bare foot made contact with Deja's skull as she forced her opponent off her feet and to the ground in a display of strength. Sandy winked at Dot before turning around slowly to Deja. The referee would approach her to admonish her dirty tactics, but she'd simply bark at the official to do her job. "Shut up and ring the bell!" She ordered.

The referee backed up a bit, clearly giving off the scent of fear with her body language alone before calling for the bell, just as Sandy told her to. Miss White would then direct her attention to Deja, again. If her feline foe was still sitting, she'd step towards her before aiming a stiff kick at the lady's back! "You still like talking, smack, huh? I'll teach you this lesson as often as you want. Call me another name! Go ahead!" She would goad her foe on if her kick connected.

"AGH!" Deja spat in a pained cough as the kick connected with her back, knocking her forwards somewhat. To make matters worse the blow was followed by even more of Sandy's irritating voice, and before she had executed the attack she had dared to wink at the red haired girl! Then a thought came to Deja's mind in a flash, if Sandy was winking at her, why wasn't she facing her when she did it..? Then it hit her like an anger inducing lightning bolt. She was winking at Dot.

With a vengeful roar of triumph Deja abruptly scrambled to her feet and sprinted in the opposite direction to Sandy, running straight into the closest set of ropes with as much might as she could, the momentum which she had managed to gather in the relatively short time giving her enough power to shoot straight back at her opponent with even more speed! It was no easy feat for sure, but when she got close enough Deja would leap into the air, sticking out her arm as she went to try and catch the giant and take her down.

As Deja fought and scrambled her way back to her feet, Sandy would observe her with an amused look. She had expected the red haired girl to charge at her directly, or perhaps to run to make a tag. But Deja had opted to run towards the ropes to pick up some speed and momentum before running towards the Giantess and leaping at her with a Flying Clothesline! The move would hit dead-on and Deja's arm would make contact with the larger woman's chest. The force of the Clothesline with some speed behind it would cause Sandy to stumble back a couple steps before catching herself and narrowly avoiding falling.

"That the best you got, little girl?" Sandy would say in a condescending tone as she took a second to find her balance. If given time to recover, she'd resume her fighting stance and try to close the distance before attempting to resume the match by locking up with the Deja.

Deja was pretty ignorant with a lot of things, and that ignorance definitely shone through as she expected to take Sandy down as easily as most woman she had fought before. Unfortunately, if it wasn't obvious enough already, fighting Sandy was going to be anything but easy, as despite the red haired girl landing a pretty powerful flying clothesline on the giant, she practically bounced straight off! Only managing to force a mere stumble out of the much taller woman while she herself was forced back, close to dropping down straight backwards onto the canvas but managing to catch herself and land in a much more professional appearing crouching position.

With a shake of her head and a frustrated growl, Deja refocused her burning gaze back onto Sandy in just enough time to spot her coming, only managing to spring partially out of the crouching position to meet with her much taller opponent and tightly lock up with her. "Depends... Is that the best YOU got..?" She asked through grit teeth as she pushed back against Sandy with all her might, not having enough strength to move her but plenty to keep herself from being moved.

As Sandy locked up with her foe, she began to push back harder and harder. But Deja was putting up a fight. Her feline foe grit her teeth and pushed back hard. Hard enough to hold her ground. "Heh, you shouldda been this feisty backstage. Won't save you now, though." Sandy said in an effort to distract her. Quickly after finishing her sentence, she'd slide her hand down Deja's side and attempt to Uppercut her midsection!

"Hng!" Sandy grunted as she swung upwards with her fist. If her blow connected and left Deja open to a follow up, Sandy would move her hand between the girl's thighs and attempt to lift her into an upside-down position, such that Deja's stomach would rest on her shoulder. If she was able to lift her foe, she'd turn to Dot and point to her before yelling "You're next! Don't forget!" From here, The Giantess would attempt to run forwards and slam Deja down to the mat back-first with a Running Powerslam!

Deja was expecting Sandy to be strong, after all she had enough strength to throw the red haired girl directly into a wall, but the level of strength which her opponent was exhibiting was far more worrying than she could have anticipated. Despite feeling that Sandy was moving a hand down her side Deja was forced to keep as solid as possible, not at all willing to back down in any sense and wanting to continue fighting the giant of a woman off.

Such determination would prove to be her downfall however, as without much warning Deja felt a tremendous pain echo throughout her midsection, instinctively letting go of Sandy and hunching forwards in a world of hurt. Still injured from the last attack, Deja was unable to do much struggling before she found herself uncomfortably resting on the much taller woman's shoulder, realising that something bad was about to happen and rapidly flailing to try and prevent it.

Only appearing panicked as she could tell what was about to happen, Dot momentarily placed a single hand across her eyes, knowing that she couldn't do anything about it and wanting to avoid viewing Deja being hurt even further. And hurt Deja was, with Sandy's height amplifying the already powerful impact the smaller woman smashed into the canvas with excessive amounts of force, momentarily sprawled out with a facial expression full of pain.