Sara Jr runs out on stage to boos and cheers.
SDS: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to the Friday Night Fight Pit! (looks at Santos, returning to his empty seat) And welcome back, partner.
DS (coming back): What did I mi- Dammit!
She bounces on her feet before sprinting down to the ring.
David Bekker: The following contest is a Race Against Time, and it is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: One fall!
She slides in and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, soaking in the cheers that do come and trying to ignore the boos.
David Bekker: Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York in the USA, standing 196 centimetres and weighing in at 96 kilos, Sara Blood Junior!
DS: Whoops, it seems I need to go again.
SDS: Sit down! This will only take five minutes.
SDS: The draft was over a month ago. I'm sure she's improved since then. And while she was green, keep in mind that she's only 21. Plus, she was facing the completely unskilled Shay Maharaj, who had to cheat at every turn to win. There's less pressure this time around.
DS: Less pressure? Look at her face! She knows she's about to get destroyed by that... that... thing!
SDS: This again?
An ambient, atmospheric industrial rock track comes through, reaching out with its tendrils to tickle the ribs of all who are present. Santos audibly groans with discomfort as a short, round figure in a scaly body suit and beaked mask approaches. She waddles with a wide, stiff gait, one scuba-style webbed foot after another.
Sara Jr does a double-take and mouths "Da **** is dis?" to the ref while pointing.
David Bekker: And the opponent, from Beau Vallon, Mahé, Seychelles, standing 165 centimetres and weighing in at 110 kilos, TORTIIIIIIIIIIII GAAAAAAAL!!!
Torti Gal's violet eyes move from side to side with each step. She raises her claw-tipped hands and one foot. The crowd and pyro explode in sync.
DS: If anyone can hear me back there, please bring out that dart gun Montani brought, but with bullets!
SDS: Will you stop?
DS: You haven't seen what's under that mask!
SDS: Of course, I haven't! No one has.
DS: I HAVE!
SDS: You were drunk.
Torti Gal continues her waddle towards the ring, slowly. Sara Jr paces around impatiently, muttering, "Come on. Come on."
When the masked woman gets halfway down the ramp, some kids on the right side of the ramp reach in for high fives. Torti Gal stops and looks at them before slowly turning to show her foam shell to the camera and hold up her hands. She doesn't really high-five; she just touches their palms with her own palms, as she continues going down the ramp.
Sara Jr: Come on!
DS: It's infecting the children!
SDS: She's always been popular with children.
DS: Because they're infected!
Eventually, Torti Gal reaches the bottom of the ramp and then stares at the ring steps.
DS: It doesn't even know how to use steps!
SDS: She does this before every match. It's just part of the gimmick.
DS: Or it's not human!
Sara Jr (grabbing the ropes): COME ON! HURRY UP!
Referee Dan Masters orders her to back up as Torti Gal finally raises her foot to climb the steps and enter the ring. She waddles to the centre of the ring and holds up her hands one more time to another huge pop as the music fades out.
She then turns around to look up at Sara Jr and lowers one hand, leaving the other up, presumably for another high five.
DS: Don't do it, mina! You don't know where that hand has been!
SDS: It's a show of good sportsmanship. It would reflect well on young Sara to accept it.
Young Sara does not accept it. Torti Gal lowers her hand. The crowd boos with a great deal more malice. The camera catches a couple screaming "BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" with their whole chests.
DS: Already liking this girl a little more now.
Sara Jr is completely taken aback by the reaction and raises her hand to Torti Gal's height. The masked figure brings her own hand back up to touch palms. The crowd cheers.
DS: Never mind. She sucks.
SDS: The match hasn't started yet.
DS: And she's already proven how weak she is.
Dan Masters separates the two combatants and points them to the big screens, which display 5:00.
He then calls for the bell, and the clock begins counting down.
SDS: And here we go! Match-up underway. This is Sara Blood Jr's second match under the PSW banner and Torti Gal's first. Although Torti Gal is actually another holdover from PPW, being one of the first women signed by Jeffrey Campbell-
DS: That is NOT a woman, Stroligo!
SDS: -alongside Lulu Asovale of the Madness, who is, of course, in the Madhouse after getting drafted by Nalah Shabani. A bit of history, though, the "Torti Gal" moniker has existed for nearly a century-
DS: Because it doesn't age!
SDS: Wrestling gimmicks trade hands all the time, Diogo! There have been 3 different Kraken Khans, for exam- OOH! Pump kick by Sara Jr! Torti Gal's down. Cover. Kickout! Not even a 1 count!
DS: You can't beat a monster with a kick.
SDS: She's not a monster! Look at this strength by Sara Jr! Bodyslam! Standing Elbow Drop! What height on that leap! Cover. Kickout again before 1.
Sara Jr grits her teeth, but the crowd's boos draw her attention.
DS: Like I said, weak.
SDS: This is a mistake. She can't let the crowd get to her, and she can't give Torti Gal space. She's one of the best finishers in this business. Sara Jr needs to finish her quickly!
DS: Really?
SDS: What? It was clever.
DS: It was not.
Sara Jr gets Torti Gal up, holds her in front facelock and drapes the shorter woman's over her head.
SDS: Sara Jr going for a vertical suplex. Delayed... Holding her up there... Maximising... the impact! Cover again. Kick out again!
Sara Jr slaps the mat in frustration and looks up at the clock.
SDS: 3 minutes and 40 seconds left and counting. The time is flying! And this is actually the perfect match for Sara-Powerbomb! Cover and again Torti Gal kicks out at 1!
DS: How is it perfect? Nothing's working.
SDS: Torti Gal typically thrives in longer matches, due to how slow she is to "get in gear" if you will. This makes her a great showcase opponent in sprints like this.
DS: So Campbell's playing favourites with the Boss's daughter.
Crowd: Let's go, Torti! *clap clap clap clap* Let's go, Torti! *clap clap clap clap* Let's go, Torti! *clap clap clap clap* Let's go, Torti!
SDS: He's playing to her current strengths- There's another bodyslam! Sara Jr going to the outside- Slingshot Splash! Great athleticism! And don't forget, as mentioned by our ring announcer, David Bekker, Blood comes in at 96 Kilos. She's a Thunderweight. If she keeps improving she could be a great fixture in that division.
DS: How come we didn't see them tonight?
SDS: We haven't had the time due to the chaos involving Grizzly and Montani-
DS: They sidelined a whole division for the nepo baby!
SDS: I just told you it was because- Another slingshot splash! Cover and AGAIN Torti Gal kicks out!
Sara Jr: COME ON!
The clock is 1:36. She grabs Torti's head and starts slamming it against the mat.
Sara Jr: STAY DOWN! STAY DOWN! STAY DOWN!
DS: Look at her. Throwing a tantrum, just like she did in the back!
SDS: Wasting valuable time- She wasn't throwing a tantrum, Diogo! Campbell promised her a match and she held him to his word.
DS: He should have told her vá pular de um penhasco! You don't always get you want.
SDS: Cover here. Torti Gal kicks out again. What is your problem?
DS: She's taking a spot she hasn't earned. Plain and simple.
SDS: She left a promising basketball career to become a wrestler AGAINST the advice of her parents and was given the opportunity to compete in PSW. Was she supposed to say no?
DS: If she had any sense she would-
SDS: Another Standing Elbow Drop. Cov- Kickout again!
DS: Heard Heladas on Monday said he'd be looking for a victim. Hope he comes looking for her.
SDS: Why on Earth would you want that?!
DS: I actually don't. I want her to realise she's not built for this and go back to basketball or whatever.
SDS: 47 seconds left and counting. If the clock reaches 0 this match ends in a draw.
Sara Jr looks at the clock and goes to the corner, screaming "Get up!"
Torti Gal stirs on the ground, rocking back and forth.
SDS: Sara Blood Jr, perhaps setting up for the Rabid Rush! The Striking Spear her mother the Mad Dog used to win championship after championship!
Sara Jr: GET UP!
SDS: TORTI GAL KIPS UP!
The crowd explodes. Sara Jr's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. The Turle riases her clawed hands and starts waddling again. The waddling becomes hopping from one foot to the other. Over and over. Faster and faster.
SDS: There it is, the Turtle Dance! THE TURTLE DANCE! I didn't think we'd see this tonight! I didn't think there'd be time! 33 seconds left.
Sara Jr's bewilderment morphs into frustration and then rage. She screams and rushes head long into a-
SDS: Headbutt by Torti Gal! Blood with a head of steam just STOPPED in her tracks! 25 seconds!
DS: Evil. Evil! EVIL!
Torti Gal grabs Sara Jr by the waist, picks her up and tackles her into the corner, knockinng the wind out of the rookie and forcing her into a sitting position. Torti then SPRINTS to the opposing corner, slams her shelled back against it, sprints back and hits a Front Flip Senton, sandwiching Blood against the bottom turnbuckle.
SDS: CANNONBALL!
DS: It shouldn't move like that! EVIL! EVIL!
SDS: 18 SECONDS! Dragging Blood away from the corner and now up to the top! We know what's coming! 12 seconds!
The crowd gets on their feet as the Turtle leaps off and lands shelled back-first on Sara Jr's torso. A textbook Diving Senton.
SDS: SHELL-TON! SHELL-TON! BY TORTI GAL! And there's the cover!
Dan Masters slides in: 1! 2! 3! Ring the bell!
David Bekker: Here is your winner, Torti Gal!
Torti Gal's theme blasts through the arena once again as she springs to her feet and performs her Turtle Dance once more, but in celebration! Sara Jr remains on the floor, clutching her stomach and sucking in huge gulps of air.
SDS: A short but sweet showcase by these two women.
DS: Nothing sweet about it. A trust-fund baby and an abomination! That didn't feel like 5 minutes at all.
Torti Gal leaves the ring to touch palms with the fans and kids at ringside.
SDS: Come on, we saw an excellent showcase of moves from Sara Blood Jr. There were moments of frustration and recklessness, but she showed urgency and intensity. I actually thought it would have taken longer for Torti Gal to fully awaken.
DS: She lost in less than 5 minutes.
SDS: She improved. Which is a victory in its own right. She can only get better from here.
DS: 5 minutes.
SDS: Can you give her some kind of credit?
DS: No... Oh ****!
Santos suddenly stands up and picks up his chair, pointing the wheels at Torti Gal who has moved over to their table with her hands extended.
DS: Back! Stay back! I know what you are. SANTA MARÍA KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE!!!
Stroligo just shakes his head and leans over the commentary desk touch palms with the Turtle. Torti Gal carries on touching palms with fans until she reaches the ramp, having gone all the way around the ringside area. She looks in the ring at Sara Jr, who is now sat up, still holding her stomach while the ref checks on her.
Torti Gal waves at the rookie, then stares at her own hand. She brings the hand lower, about chest level, then turns it, showing Sara Jr the back. The Turtle squints, seemingly concentrating as she curls each finger, all but the thumb. She looks at Sara Jr again while giving her the thumb's up.
SDS: Great show of respect by the veteran Torti Gal.
Sara Jr bites her quivering lip as Torti Gal keeps doing the thumb's up before turning around and waddling up the ramp. Some kids on the left side, who did not receive palm touches reach out. The Turtle stops and attends them as well.
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