Match 21358 Nancy Wheeler vs. Kirsty Cotton

[JohnnyChany]

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF

Semi-Finals: Match 1

 

 

ERIN HARSON VS. GRACE LE DOMAS RESULTS

 

The decrepit ruins of Castle Dracula loomed in the moonlight. Its spires reached toward the heavens like skeletal fingers. Erin Harson and Grace Le Domas moved cautiously through the crumbling halls; their weapons clenched tightly. They had agreed early on to take the fight to their would-be pursuers. The sound of wings flapping in the night signaled the arrival of those adversaries, Dracula’s Brides.

From the darkness, Marishka, the fastest of the three, descended upon Grace with inhuman speed, her golden hair flowing behind her. Grace barely dodged in time. She rolled across the damp stone floor and raised her shotgun.

MARISHKA: You reek of fear, little girl. Your blood will be exquisite.

GRACE: Yeah? Try and get it, bitch.

Marishka lunged again; her claws swiped at Grace's throat. Grace fired, the buckshot tore through the vampire's torso, but the wound sealed almost instantly. Snarling, Marishka closed the distance between them, and knocked the gun from Grace’s hands, sending her crashing into a pillar.

Grace gritted her teeth and yanked a silver dagger from her belt. She sidestepped the next attack and drove the blade into Marishka’s chest. The vampire shrieked, but it wasn’t enough to finish her. Using her remaining strength, Grace grabbed a nearby iron chandelier chain and wrapped it around Marishka’s neck. With a ferocious tug, she yanked the vampire off her feet, and sent her crashing into the burning embers of a nearby brazier. Flames consumed Marishka; her screams echoed as she was reduced to ash.

Meanwhile, Erin found herself face-to-face with Aleera, the most sadistic of the Brides.

ALEERA:  You poor, sweet thing. Do you think you can kill me? I have danced on the graves of men stronger than you.

ERIN: Yeah? They probably didn’t build death traps for fun.

Erin had been moving subtly, slowly guiding Aleera into position. The vampire lunged at her, and at the last second, Erin triggered the mechanism she had constructed using broken wooden beams and sharpened stakes. Aleera’s momentum carried her straight into the trap, several jagged stakes impaled her torso. The vampire gasped; her hands clawed uselessly at the wooden spears piercing her heart before she crumbled to dust.

That left one. Verona, the oldest and cruelest of them all. She descended upon Grace, weakened from her previous fight. Grace fought valiantly, but Verona was stronger, faster. She knocked away Grace’s dagger. The vampire woman grinned, fangs glistening as she sank them into Grace’s neck.

Erin arrived just in time to see her fellow Final Girl crumple to the floor, her skin already paling. Enraged, Erin launched an explosive projectile into Verona’s chest that sent the vampire flying backward into the castle’s sun-exposed windows. The glass shattered, and as dawn’s light flooded in, Verona’s body ignited. With a final shriek, she was gone.

Erin turned back to Grace, who looked up at her. Her eyes already began to darken with vampiric hunger.

GRACE: Please... I can feel it changing me. Don’t let me become one of them.

Erin was filled with pity, but she knew what had to be done. With a steady hand, she drove a stake through Grace’s heart. Grace gave one final exhale before going still.

Erin sat beside her fallen comrade for a long moment before standing and exiting the castle.

 

HOST CHECK-IN

 

Elvira and Randy Meeks stood side by side. They had glimpses of empathy on their faces that had been hardened after watching yet another in a series of heartbreaking deaths of the tournament’s contestants. 

ELVIRA: Well, I suppose we can say that despite her tragic demise, at least Grace dodged another bad marriage. Being a bride for all eternity? No thanks!

RANDY: True, At least Erin spared her from a lifetime of servitude. That Erin Harson is proving to be a force to be reckoned with! Her survivalist upbringing is making her one tough competitor.

ELVIRA: Well of course darling, she has made it to the Final Four Final Girls. Only the best of the best remain, and I, for can’t wait to see who emerges from this group. Speaking of, let's move on to our first semi-final match! Nancy Wheeler versus Kirsty Cotton.

RANDY: "Let’s do a quick recap of their tournament performances thus far. Nancy fought her way through a werewolf and Pennywise, proving her mettle against supernatural foes. Kirsty? She outmaneuvered the Djinn and then, somehow, talked her way into a deal with Candyman and Pinhead to outlast Sienna Shaw.

ELVIRA: Still gives me chills thinking about how cold and calculating Kirsty was in that challenge. Ruthless!

RANDY: Unfortunately for her, she won’t be able to negotiate her way out of this one, because she and Nancy are being sent straight into a zombie apocalypse.

ELVIRA: Oh, now we’re talking!

RANDY: Nancy and Kirsty will be dropped into Monroeville Mall, yes that Monroeville Mall, and separated into different sections, each with a small group of survivors. The challenge? Survive the zombie horde and make it to the rooftop, where a helicopter awaits. First one to escape wins.

ELVIRA:  I absolutely LOVE this setting for these two Final Girls! It’s perfect. Nancy has mall-fighting experience thanks to the Starcourt battle with the Mind Flayer. Kirsty? She’s been through hell literally. This zombie-infested mall works as an amazing fusion of both, the best of both worlds!

RANDY: I will be curious to see how each Final Girl uses the other survivors to secure victory. Nancy’s a natural leader in crisis situations. It has been proven time and time again. Kirsty, though? She’s proven she’ll do whatever it takes to win. Will she manipulate her group of survivors to clear her path? Will Nancy inspire her group to follow her and come up with the perfect plan for escape?

ELVIRA: The stakes are now ridiculously high. Only one will make it out alive! Let’s get to it.

 

MONROEVILLE MALL

 

Nancy Wheeler and Kirsty Cotton stood at the mall entrance, their surroundings eerily quiet, except for the groans of the undead echoing from deep inside.

Kirsty turned to Nancy and offered a small smile.

KIRSTY: Good luck.

Nancy’s expression remained hardened and focused.

NANCY: I know what you did to Sienna. I don’t trust you.

Kirsty’s smirk faltered, replaced by a look of cool indifference.

KIRSTY: I did what I had to. And I’ll do it again.

The tension crackled between them as they exchanged one last, icy glare before turning and heading in opposite directions.

[Callisto]

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Nancy Wheeler
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Kirsty Cotton
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[ThePhenomenalOne]

I was looking for a good Brandon St. Randy gif calling people monroevers. Going with Nancy here as she is a certified G and a bonafide stud