Wells Quinn Vs. Merith: Iron Woman Match!?

The rocking, "The Angel and the Gambler" by Iron Maiden began to play through the speakers as Wells Quinn stepped out. She stopped at the entrance, listenign to her music. "This kinda seems in appropriate.." She said with a sigh and slowly walked down towards the ramp. She was called once again to the ring for her second official bout. She hoped it didn't go as bad as the last one but she could never be sure. She stepped into the ring and checked the zipper on her pink hoodie and rolled her shoulders back. "Why, exactly did I agree to this again?" She mumbled to herself fidgeting with something in her hoodie pocket as she nervously looked towards the entrance.

"Oh yeah... I think it was cause I lost a coin flip..." She said and sighed.

Soon Well's music died down and shifted to Merith's who stepped out onto the stage. She growled at the sight of the cute little Wells, why was it the higher ups kept putting her up against these kawaii league girls? The 6'8" redhead shook her head and started for the ring, rolling under the ropes and in before she looked over Wells in her unorthodox battle attire. The Amazon couldn't help but smirk as she eyed her prey, "Not your lucky night, little girl."

Wells had a look of horror on her face as Wells appeared. "No freakin way!" She gasped and looked at the ref. "I-I'm in the kawaii division, you know that right? Little, cute... LITTLE... girls who can barely throw a pillow hard enough to get someone's attetntion, RIIIIGHT?!" She was close to hyperventalating.

"Heh.. so.. what.. I just have to get liek ... one pin or somethign right? I... I'm sure I couuld wear her down or something, heheh..." She tried not to sound completely hopeless in her assessment of the situation.

"It's an iron woman match." the ref said quickly.

"WHaaat!?" Wells eyes nearly popped out of their tiny sdockets.

But before she could redress her grievences further, Merith was looming high over her.

"H-ehy... you don't have to say THAT! It's never my lucky night..." She muttered the last part. But then she took out a dice. "But that doesn't mean we can't make this a little more interesting. "I wwill bet you that I can guess the number you roll and if I don't I'll let you start off with a free pin. Cause..." She sighed. "It's not like it will take much effort and I'd like to leave this match with some of my face in tact if I can avoid it." She swallowed hard and sheepishly offered the die to Merith.

Merith looked at her hand and then to the fans. She gave it a few moments thought and shrugged. "And if you DO guess my roll, I suppose you get a free pin then?" Merith clarified as she placed her hands on her hips.

The amazon redhead had never contended with this kind of strategy and it was just crazy and unique enough to pique the giantess' curiosity.

"Well... yeah... but you have 5/6 odds, I only have 1/6. Why WOULDN'T you take that bet? It's not MY lucky night, right? So it must be YOUR lucky one... even better, right?" She said nodding her head, her long trails shaking as well. "Well anyway, I'll guess 3. So throw it or not. What do you have to loose? It's not like one pin is the match. If you can't get like 600 pins on me after I get one, then you should probably reconsider a new line of work anyway." She nodded matter of factly, trying to hid ethe sweat drops that poured down her face.

Merith chuckled at Well's nervousness, almost sensing the fear and hesitation as her voice shakily came through. Merith nodded and took the die into her balled fist before blowing on it and tossing it to the ring mat. The small square tumbled about as fate was decided. Merith crossed her arms and watched when the single cube fell onto a 3. Merith's eyes went wide as saucers and she quickly shifted her disbelieving look to the pink-haired girl, her mouth falling open some.

The redhead was a woman of her word and as Wells mentioned, one pin wouldn't make a lick of difference especially when Merith had taken no damage prior. "Heh... guess you have SOME luck afterall." Merith slowly sat down on the mat and laid back, resting her arms at her sides and legs bent, awaiting Wells to get onto her.

Wells watched the dice bounce around with wide eyes. When it hit 3 she couldn't believe it. "W-what!?" She said as though it had turned up a different number. She then swallowed hard at Merith. "I assure you, sir-MADAME- That it is not luck, but pity that Lady Luck is showing me on this night..."

She then watched as Merith layed down. Wells then knelt down and simply place her hands on Merith's abs. "Her eyes widened. "Geeze... ah... Your stomach sure is ... tractor tire-esque, heh heh..." She said as the ref counted to three.

Wells, sighed when the count was over and looked at Merith.

'I wonder...' She said suddenly and turned her head. As Merith sat up, Wells woudl try to grab Merith's leg and hook her for another quick fall!

ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

The ref counted Merith's shoulders down and Merith let her, holding her end of the bargain. She blushed though at the way Wells was pinning her, simply placing two hands on her stomach. She didn't respond to the comment about her abs but was caught off guard as, when she tried to sit up, Well's fell onto her and hooked her far leg up tightly.

"Hhnngh!" Merith winced as she was forced back onto her back with her leg hooked up.

ONE! TWO!!

"THREE! !!"

The ref counted Merith out again and suddenly Wells was now ahead 2-0. She couldn't believe it and let Merith's leg flop back down. She then sheepishly looked at Merith with a hint of fear in her eyes. "We.. uh.. couldn't just lay here and do this until the match was over, could we?" Her las word was spoken with a hopeful upturn in her voice.

Merith gasped in shock as her shoulders were down for a third count and the score was immediately 2-0. As soon as Merith's leg was released, she moved her arms to shove wells off of her and roll to the side. The pink-haired girl would be in a lot of trouble once Merith got to her feet...

She rolled near the ropes and used them to quickly pull herself back up, a look of rage in her eyes and on her expression. She slowly stalked towards Wells, raising her arms in preparation to grapple her...