Birth Of A Dark Star... r? (Invite)

[darkstarr]

"I hate my life, I really do."

__South Carolina~CWA Wrestling Promotion__

"I really really do."

Becca blows the hair covering her face out of the way. Dirty, dusty, sweaty. She had been on a train, a train.... a god damn TRAIN from Chicago, to South Carolina. No bus, no plane not even hitch hiking in a truck. The booker from S.C. had given her, train tickets. She was happy that she had a way to get there yeah, but good GOD. She had one bag with her, over the shoulder duffel style. No idea what kind of outfit she would have to wear either. Didn't really care, if Jess was telling the truth.... a big time paycheck was coming from this. So, fuck it. She looks around, outside the CWA home arena. Orangeburg South Carolina. Becca had no idea what any of that meant, but the booker sounded very happy about things over the phone so she kinda got steam rolled into going along with it.

Becca adjusts the bag on her shoulder while walking through the main doors of the arena, out up front with the ticket vendors and such. Concession stands and all that jazz. Taking some steps into the belly of the front entrance, the booker comes out of left field like a bat straight out of hell. Becca blinks a couple times randomly.

"You're Crowily right?"

"... It's Crowley."

"Right right, anyway kid so this is the deal. You put on the outfit the writers think you look good in, you go out there and you try to win. Simple right? Easy as pie, apple pie. I want me a snack...

But the bottom line is simple; look good. Get the fans riled up, make them love you want you all that good sellin crap. Think you can do it?"

"So...

You don't even care about the match. You just want me to get the crowd horny? Why don't you just have all of your girls do that then? Wouldn't it be easier to have the girls you have bound down by contracts that screw them out of the money they deserve, used as cheap dolls to get drunks off?"

"Hey, kid. You want the paycheck or not? Cause if you keep up like this you're gonna talk me into actually using all of my girls as eye candy. Instead of giving your ass a break and letting you do it for them eh?"

".... Point taken."

"Good. Now the changing room is down left past the bathrooms and locker rooms. You can't miss it. The outfit should already be in there. Once you're changed, the stage hand's gonna ask you for a music pick. Pick whatever you want just make it... sound good alright. None of that rap crap. I'll be watchin, don't disappoint me alright kid?"

Before Becca can even respond, the booker taps her ass with a slap and walks off. Her face goes numb. No one.... no one taps her like she's a cheap waitress on the strip. She didn't care about the rules now, she wanted to fight the scum that just walked off let alone some chick she didn't know. Trying to shrug it off doesn't work, she lets it get her angry. Lets it get her pissed, it gets inside her head. Becca makes her way to the changing rooms after exchanging small pleasantries with a couple of people along the way. Thankfully she was the only one in the changing rooms at this time. Putting down her bag, she spots another black duffel bag across the room with the name "Crowily" on it. She sighs and walks over to it, opening it up. She looks down into the bag, at the.... outfit, within it:



The bits of clothing, with actual instructions of how to put them on. How to fasten this piece and that, how to apply this make up and that. Looks like the booker, and Jess were not kidding. This really was about eye candy, and tight clothing. Also kind of seemed like this outfit would fit someone better who had forms of depression, or even perhaps worshiped Satan. Becca sighs again as she begins stripping down her own clothes. She stops and realizes, it'd really be best to shower before getting changed into this. All the sweat and grim that she had gone through to get here would probably cause an issue with the make up.

__Changing Room~20 Minutes Later__

"I don't feel cheap at all."

Becca had showered and put on the outfit provided in the bag. Fully fastened up, it actually kind of looked cool. She just couldn't shake the feeling of being cheap. Course the booker made it perfectly clear, that WAS THE POINT. She sighs, finishing up lacing her boots as the stage hand bursts through the door without so much as a knock.

"You Becca? What music do you want, you're up as soon as this match ends."

"The hell is wrong with you?! I could have been changing in here. How did you know I wasn't naked or something. Isn't that like sexual harrassment or something?"

"Look lady, within five minutes you're going to be in front of a mass amount of people dressed like a cross between a vampire and a deep blue snowball. Not to mention the fact that it totally makes your ass stick out. You REALLY worried about just ME seeing you like this? Now pick a song."

"... Honesty seems to be biting me in the ass this week....

You guys got anything from Waterproof Blonde?"

"You want to sound like Christian on top of it all?"

"Just give me 'Come On' and get the hell out alright."

The stage hand leaves the changing room as Becca finishes lacing up her boots. Asshole. What pissed her off most was the bastard was totally right. No one out there would care if she did well or not, there was no chance to 'make it big'. Everyone would be staring at her ass, reality sucked a lot of the time. She stands up, runs her fingers over the leather now conformed to her body. Geez. Cheap much. She leaves the changing room and gets ready behind the curtain of doom which is how she saw it at this point. Someone else's music had just died down, she hadn't got the chance to hear any of it though... oh well. She gets ready, nervous as hell. The music hits the sound system, she's almost pushed out through the curtain by the stage hand. Bastard.

As expected, most of the reaction of the people ends up being whistling and hooting. Becca stops in her tracks and looks at one of the closer fans making his wolf like howls. Its for the money, its for the money, its for the money. Becca continues to try and tell herself this as she pushes past the moron in the front row. Had no idea who the girl in the ring was, didn't matter though. Becca was here for a job so... had to do it. She gets up on the apron, stepping through the middle ropes. Shaking her neck and arms out a bit, she kind of half ignores the ref as he goes through telling both her and.... whoever the other girl was, the rules of the match. No this no that, none of yadda yadda yadda. Stuff like that. Finally he finishes up his ramblings and rings the bell.

"Here we go...."

[Bou]

<·†·>The two women in the ring closed their distance and tapped knuckles together before backing off and doing a circle around the ring. Trying to read the other. Both of them faked a rush in on the other before continuing to circle the ring. This time both of them rushed in and locked up. Becca used her size advantage over Isa to her advantage and got her in a side headlock, wrenching on it almost immediately. Isadora went down to one knee as she tightened her arms around Becca, who went down with her, continuing to wrench on the side headlock. Isadora gave Becca's side a smack to try and get her to loosen up but all it did was make her grip hold of her head even tighter. Pushing herself up to her feet, Isadora ran back against the ropes and bounced off them, pushing Becca on the back, sending her off of her. Becca bounced back from the ropes and Isadora leapfrogged over her as she ducked down.

On the rebound, Isa still had her back turned to Becca, she timed it right and jumped up, sprawling out in mid air, sort of mule kicking, but instead, wrapped her legs around Becca's neck and swung her feet forward as she turned inwards in the air, doing a type of Hurricanrana to Becca, sending her for a ride. She hit the canvas and slid, or rolled rather, a bit to the ropes, holding her back as she came to a stop and reaching for the ropes with her other hand as Isa was pushing herself up to one knee, looking around to the cheering crowd. She pushed herself up and held her hands out above her head, spinning around on the spot to get the crowd going even more before she turned her attention back to Becca.

Isadora walked over to her and grabbed her by one arm gently and dragged her away from the ropes before guiding her up to her feet. Becca was still a bit out of it as Isadora backed up and swung her body down low, twisting on one leg as she swung the other up, aiming for Becca's jaw, however, Becca saw that coming at least and was able to duck up under it, when she did, she grabbed Isadora around the waist and lifting up she stumbled backwards slightly, purposely, and let Isadora and herself fall back in a somewhat bad angled back suplex. Isadora placed a hand on her back as Becca scrambled to her feet and ran at the ropes, coming back full speed at Isadora she went down, rolling across the canvas as Isadora rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, Becca rolled up to her feet and pushed up, doing a frontwards flip in the air as she aimed to come down across Isadora's stomach, but instead met the point of her knees. She bounced off her and sat up, a look of pain on her face as she grabbed around to her back.

Isadora rolled away as Becca laid back against the canvas, rolling herself up to her feet, holding her own back for a moment before rubbing the back of her neck gently as she looked down at Becca who was sitting up slowly. She grabbed Becca by her arm and pulled her hip, Irish whipping her towards one of the turnbuckles. Becca hit it with a loud grunt and Isadora charged, not at her, but at the rights to Becca's right side, jumping up and using them as a springboard as she sent her body towards Becca, nailing her in the chest with a dropkick. Becca dropped to the canvas in a sitting position as Isadora rolled up to her feet and retreated to the opposite corner before charging back in, jumping when about three feet from Becca, looking for a type of Bronco Buster, however, Becca saw it coming and pulled herself out of the ring quickly, letting Isa crash with the turnbuckle. The referee in charge demanded Becca get back in the ring and that's what she did. She pulled Isadora from off the turnbuckles with force and went for a cover. Only a one count.

She looked at the ref before falling back down on Isadora, hooking a leg this time, only getting a one count again. She got up off of her completely and moved to her head, turning her over on her stomach, she was going to go a for submission, a basic camel clutch, that's how it played out in her mind, but instead, Isadora burst up with some kind of adrenaline, tackling her down by her legs and then flipping over her in a bridging pin, the crowd cheered out as the referee fell to count the pinfall...<·†·>

[darkstarr]

One... two.. Becca springs up out of it, rolling her shoulders to the right. Christ, that was close. She wasn't sure how she was managing to keep up, the training was good but.... come on now. The main thing right now that was getting to her, was the back pain. She had gone for what she calls, an Alto Rodeo splash. But the little pint sized opponent had managed to lift her knees up and drive them into Becca's back. Big time pain. Becca shakes everything off for a second, and rolls out of the ring. Catching her breath as the little one in the ring springs back up to her feet. Becca takes in a couple deep breaths on the outside, holding onto the ringside apron to keep herself up. It seemed as if for the most part, the small one would stay in there till Becca went back in. That IS... until the fan's got involved more. One of the people in the front row next to Becca began to whistle again, hooting and howling. A couple others started to try and tell her 'get back in the ring sweetheart'. That, was it. Becca turns her attention to the front row next to her and starts spouting off.

She turns her back to the ring completely, shaking her head from side to side and barking back at the idiotic fans within earshot. Big mistake. The pint sized warrior in the ring grabs the ropes and uses them to propel herself over the top. Hitting Becca in the back with some kind of slingshot body splash. Both hit the ground outside the ring hard with dual thuds. Becca groans as she basically crawls away from the tiny one. For someone so small, bitch moved like a god damned automobile in terms of speed. Becca herself was pretty fast, but the little one definitely had her beat in that department, hands down. Becca slowly uses the steel steps to pull herself back to a vertical format. That sadly don't last very long either. Suddenly she feels someone grab the back of her hair. Becca lets out a groan as she is helped back into the ring by the little warrior. As soon as her opponent rolls back into the ring with her, Becca starts stomping away. Screw this fair play shit, she was in pain, the fans had pissed her off. Becca was going to take it out on the much smaller, lighter, weaker looking pint sized one she was currently putting the boots to.

She lifts the girl up by her hair and begins laying into her with forearm shots. Over and over again, nailing a good three or four before she gets stopped. The girl grabs Becca's shoulders and spins her around, kicking Becca square in the back. She rolls forward and holds onto her back again. Once again the sharp pain shoots through it. Crafty one. She gets up and charges at the pint sized warrior, grabbing onto her shoulders and neck. In a clean motion she absolutely floors the girl with a European uppercut. Dropping her to the canvas below. Becca leans against the ropes for a second, breathing in and out heavily. Still never having caught her breath from the opening flurry of back and forth action that had been put forth. The flurry she was amazed she had managed to one, keep up with. More importantly two, survive. Becca reaches down and lifts the girl up again, dropping her consecutively once more with another European uppercut. She was fine with a fast paced beat, as long as she could control it. That'd mean faster speed, her opponent had that. Change of plans.

Becca lifts her up a third time, pushing the pint sized opponent away for a second.... takes a step, and blasts her in the chest with a thrust side kick. Also known as her 'Arch Kick'. Dropping to her knees, Becca lazily leans her back down on the small girl's abdomen in a more than arrogant pinning situation. The ref gets to two before suddenly Becca gets rolled over. The girls left arm pinning Becca's down, as her leg pins Becca's left arm down. She barely manages to kick out of the combination. Bitch... Becca slams the mat with her palms as she gets up, enraged. She gets met with a knife edge chop. As soon as it hits the fans burst out in the world wide known 'WOOOOOOOOOO' cheer. Becca however, grabs her chest, her forearms crossed over it as she stumbles back a foot or so. Good GOD man. She manages to duck a clothesline attempt by the little one, turning around she has her legs chopped out from underneath her by a turning legsweep. She hits the canvas with another grunt, god dammit. From there the pint sized one drops her knee across Becca's chest area. Another grunt. As she's getting lifted up, Becca smacks her opponent's arms off of her and spins her waist at an angle. Letting her right leg swirl up as she plants her left hand down on the canvas for support, she cracks the girl in the side of the temple with a standing spinning heel kick.

[Bou]

<·†·>Ow. Pain went through her whole body from the shot and she hit the canvas. Her head was pounding. Both hands were on her head, holding it, rubbing it, trying to get the pain go down as she raised her right leg weakly into the air before forcefully slamming it down against the canvas. Becca closed the short distance to Isadora, giving her a couple more vicious stomps before falling down across her in a pin attempt. She got a two count before Isadora rolled her left shoulder up off of the canvas just in time to stop the count. Becca pushed herself up off of Isa and gave her another stomp for good measure before grabbing her by her right leg and dragging her to the nearest ropes, propping her leg up on the bottom rope. It was obvious by the way she was doing previously, that she would do whatever it takes.

Becca pushed herself up into the air, using the ropes as an aide, and came down cross the side of Isa's right knee. Isa screamed out in pain as she grabbed her knee and rolled away, to the center of the ring. Becca made her way over to the fallen woman and lifted both her legs up, crossing them over one another before she turned her over, stepping through with it, and taking a seat on the smaller woman's back, locking in a clover leaf. Take out the legs and the speed dies down. Only problem is, you got to keep working on the legs or that pain will recover slowly. Isadora groaned out loudly and gripped at her own hair, pulling at it roughly, trying to distract herself from the pain in her legs and lower back.

After about forty seconds of the old being in place the crowd began to stomp, clap, and bang against the security railing. Anybody who has seen at least one good wrestling match involving a face and a heel knew what that meant. Isadora planted her hands on the canvas harshly and pushed up with all her might, pushing herself up off the canvas she screamed out and began to walk towards the ropes on her hands. Becca was shaking her head and tried to keep her feet firmly planted, but her boots just couldn't keep a grip. Isadora reached out slowly and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, falling down against the canvas as she did. Becca didn't let go at the referee's heeding. The referee started a five count but Becca released it at three. As soon as she did, Isadora pulled herself out of the ring using the bottom rope, limping a little bit, trying to walk off the pain. She slid back into the ring on the three count. She wasn't going to let the fight continued on the outside.

Becca was quick on the attack, running over to her and beginning to stomp into her arms and back before she forcefully jerked her up to her feet, sending her running with an Irish whip almost instantly. Becca stepped forward quickly and went for a clothesline, Isadora ducked it and ignoring the pain in her legs, used the ropes as a springboard as she cut a back flip in the air, hooking an arm around Becca's neck as she soared right over her and landed her with a type of reverse DDT. The crowd went nuts at the move and Becca gripped at the back of her head as Isadora weakly rolled herself onto of her, her back laying on her stomach as she hooked a leg and held the other arm up to count along with the referee's count.<·†·>

[darkstarr]

At this point it's sheer miracle type ethics that allows Becca to roll her shoulder up a hair before the three count is slammed down. Adrenaline had kicked in and started seriously pumping through her body. That will to win crap you see on t.v. had something to it after all. She could tell the little one was getting impatient about the whole ordeal too, probably didn't expect any kind of fight. As Becca slowly gets up, being assisted by the hands of the pint sized warrior. She grabs onto the little one's right arm quickly, wrapping her own arms around it. She jumps into the air and brings the right arm down hard to the mat with all of her 138 lb frame. From there she turns over, onto her stomach. Arms still wrapped tightly around her opponent's, Becca crosses her legs over the girls shoulder blade and rolls her forward. Ending up in a cross armbar, the girl on her back and Becca having her legs and arms firmly crossed over the girls right arm. She pulls away from the girl with all of her might. Trying desperately to almost pull the damned arm out of the socket. You can be fast and quick and fly all you want, but without your arms to pull up on those ropes and pop around the ring? You're left with trying to use your leg strength alone to hoist your body weight up into the air.

Becca continues to work at the arm of the pint sized one, arching her own back in the process. This creates a downfall. Suddenly the ref begins a count. It's only but a split half second away from a shock that Becca realizes the count is for HER not her opponent. She releases the submission and quickly, very quickly rolls up and away. Taking in a deep breath or two, Becca watches as the girl grabs her arm and groans as she slowly gets up. Becca tries to use this chance to rush and potentially take down the girl. She's met with the girl lifting her left arm and just straight palming Becca in the face. Using her own momentum against her, the girl knocks Becca down straight fast with nothing more than lifting her hand up. The small one drags Becca by her arm over to the corner, sitting her in it. Becca's own sense of vision was kind of messed up now, so she didn't see the quick kid running towards her, downed in the corner. She sure as hell felt the impact of when the kid hit her with a Bronco Buster though. Becca lets out a groan or two as the small fast quick chick lets up and pulls herself away from the turnbuckle. Christ.

Becca had a good amount of energy, of stamina. But she wasn't fully trained for shit like this, she had three months to base survival at this point off of. Most of what she'd been doing thus far was just instinct, that and replicating what she'd seen Jess do and crap on television. Hey wait... television. Becca slowly gets up with a little bit of a smile on her face as she and the small girl circle one another again. Becca had to time this juuuuuust right for it to work. Once she notices the ref is behind and to the left of her opponent, it's show time. Becca runs at her opponent, full well knowing that despite not getting the intimate details of it, she would counter Becca's attempted assault. The girl drops down and laces her feet with Becca's, hitting a drop toe hold. Becca goes forward, and her left forearm goes forward with her. Her arm pegs the ref in the gut and drops him like so much spoiled spinach. Becca hits the canvas, which at this point... was kind of like pulling off a bandage. The little girl goes over to the ref in confusion, trying to see if he's alright. Becca uses the ropes to pull herself up slowly. As soon as the pint sized warrior makes her way, turning around to face Becca.... Becca balls up her right fist and blasts the girl dead on with a closed right hand. Dropping her to the canvas. She hunches over slightly, resting her palms on her knees as she spits out through the ropes. Ignoring the idiot fans.

[Bou]

<·†·>Isadora grabbed at her face weakly as the referee was still out of it. Becca was still hunched over the ropes, still ignoring the fans who were griping about her actions. It was obvious she just didn't care, so, all they were doing was wasting their breath. Becca spat out once more before she pushed herself to her feet using the ropes. She made her way to Isadora and rolled her over onto her stomach before pulling her up to her hands and knees, grabbing her left arm by the wrist she twisted it before turning her own body and falling to the canvas, slamming the small woman's twisted arm onto it. Isadora grunted out in pain as she rolled over onto her back and kicked her legs against the canvas roughly, trying to fight off the pain. Becca made her way to Isadora once more, grabbing her left arm again and standing on the side before stepping one leg over, she reached down with her other hand and pulled Isadora up by her head and jumped up, driving one of her knees into the elbow joint of Isadora's left arm and rolling away after the damage was inflicted. Isadora did the same, rolled away from, kicking her legs still against the canvas every few seconds.

Becca looked at the ref who was struggling to get up. She shook her head and jerked him up to his feet by his right arm, mouthing something to him before almost running over to Isadora and falling across her in a pin attempt. Close but no cigar as some call it. Isadora kicked out on the two count. Becca pushed herself up to one knee and looked to the ref growling out in discontent. As she looked back down to Isadora her arm was grabbed and Isadora shot up slightly, wrapping her other arm around her neck as she pulled her over in another small package, possum, like pin. Another close call. Two in a row. Isadora rolled away from Becca and pushed herself up to her feet, favoring her left arm slightly. Becca got up to her feet and stared in Isadora's direction slightly open mouthed. Probably getting tired of all the sneaky pinning attempts. The two women closed the distance between each other, Becca went for a clothesline, Isadora ducked it, turned her around and popped her twice in the jaw with two right forearm shots, before popping off another knife edge chop across Becca's chest, again, using only her right arm. The crowd responded with the chop with a noise, that famous "WOO" as they always seem to do.

Becca stumbled back and Isadora followed, giving her another chop across the chest, keeping her left arm tucked at her side for the time being. Becca's face showed sheer agony over the chops as she leaned back against the ropes. The stinging sensation in her chest wasn't going away anytime soon. Isadora looked like she was going to go for another chop before she went low with kick to the side of Becca's knee. Isadora grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the corner, hooking her head under her arm, looking for a DDT perhaps, but Becca wasn't going to have it, she gave Isadora two punches to the gut after blocking the first attempt by hooking her leg around Isadora's calf. She then twisted Isadora's arm, in the process of pulling away and went for a short arm clothesline, but that would be ducked on Isadora's behalf.

Becca turned back to face Isadora and was met with a kick to the gut before she wrapped her arms, both of them, around Becca's neck in a side headlock. She charged at the nearest turnbuckle with Becca in tow and ran up the turnbuckle, turning around, looking for a type of bulldog, however, her grip on Becca wasn't the greatest and she shoved her off on the turn around, Isadora landed on her feet and turned to face Becca instantly, jumping up and nailing an enzuigiri like kick to the back of Becca's head, dropping her effectively to the canvas. Only bad thing was, she wasn't able to cover her at the given moment. Her arm was aching and she was just beat after that quick exchange. She needed to catch a breather. Too bad she only had until a count of ten to do that.<·†·>

[darkstarr]

Jesus... Christ. Becca was running low, real low on gas in the tank at this point. She could almost feel that she was done. Slowly, pulling herself up once again by the assistance of the ropes. Breaking the ten count by a couple seconds, not a huge feat. Hunched over, breathing heavily. Panting almost as she looks up, the little girl shaking the cobwebs off and yet.... getting up like it was routine. Christ. It might have been the atmosphere, or the adrenaline hitting her system. The heat of the moment... but it just now hits Becca, that this girl despite her size is actually trained for this kind of abuse. She's not going to run out before Becca does. Odds are on near improbable. She reaches to the girl and chops her for once. Slapping the front of the pint sized warrior's chest with a good 'UMPH' behind it. She takes in a deep breath at an ill fated time. The girl blasts Becca in the face with a forearm shot. Stumbling Becca back a couple steps, she clutches her forehead as she uses the top rope to support herself. A chop, a slap to Becca's back shocks her system. Her back arches, she groans out in pain.

The girl spins Becca around and starts going to town on her, chop after chop after chop. Sending Becca back into a corner, repeatedly and literally chopping her down. Becca slumps in the corner, her eyes shut. Her face flushed from exhaustion and at this point pain. She groans out loudly as the girl pulls her away from the corner. She couldn't take much more of this shit. She smacks the girl's arms away, grabbing her by her shoulders and laying into her with another European uppercut. Stunning her opponent for a moment, Becca takes the opening to bury her boot in the small girl's gut. Hunching her over, she puts the girl in a front facelock and drives her head into the mat with a straight drop DDT. Rolling her over, Becca pins the girl. Pushing the bottom rope with her feet as she does, simply for traction. The ref don't see it that way. Calls the pin off for Becca illegally using the ropes for an advantage. Becca gets up and gets pissed. She gets up in the refs face and begins a shouting match with him, all the while turning a deaf ear, eye and all that to the girl slowly getting up from the planting DDT.

The girl rushes Becca from behind, grabbing hold of her waist. In what Becca could only guess, was an attempted German suplex. Becca blocks it by wrapping her right foot around the girl's leg. She elbows her opponent in the temple and slips around behind her. She then tries to lift the girl up for a German suplex, in mid air the girl tightens her legs around Becca's waist and rolls forward. Ending up in a victory roll pin. Becca bucks her hips to get out of it and begins to understand how far her energy has become spent. She could barely kick out of a basic, basic move. The girl lifts Becca up, grabbing her arm and twisting it around. Becca feels the girl's elbow bury itself into her shoulder blade. She groans out and shakes the girl off before straight up slapping the pint sized warrior. The crowd instantly reacts in a negative way. Who cares at this point. The girl runs at Becca now, furious. Becca moves out of the way and drives her knee into the girls gut as she comes to her. Running to and off from the ropes, Becca drives her knee into the girl's temple from the side. She reaches down, and drags the girl into the middle of the ring. Waiting. Hunched over with her hands on her knees. Slowly the girl begins to show signs of life, groaning and getting up on her hands and knees. Becca dashes to the ropes, on the rebound she lifts her body up off of the canvas slightly. Throwing her hips out to the right, Becca manages to catch the girl in the back of the head with a modified move commonly known as a Shining Wizard. Both her and the girl drop to the canvas below, exhausted... Becca wonders if that was the last bit of energy she had left.

[Bou]

<·†·>Well, that certainly hurt. The back of her head was pounding. Badly. Isadora groaned out slowly as she weakly placed both of her hands on the back of her head and neck, gripping it and rubbing it as the referee had already started another ten count against both of the women. Becca was trying her best to get to her feet, using whatever she could as an aide. Isadora had rolled over onto her back at the five count as the crowd began to bang on the security railing and clap their hands, trying to get the two women back into the match. Not wanting to see a draw by a ten count. Almost on cue when the referee hit an eight count, Becca was pushing herself to her feet and Isadora rolled back on her shoulders and kipped herself up to her feet, giving a slight stumble back before she turned to a charging Becca.

Instead of plowing right into the smaller woman, Becca threw a left shot, Isadora was able to block it on the inside and returned fire with a left forearm shot of her own. As Becca stumbled, Isadora took two big steps towards her and tossed out her right arm in a knife-edge chop across her chest that echoed in the arena, the crowd sounded out over it as Becca shot up, her mouth wide open in pain, holding her arms to her chest, to protect it from anymore assaults like that as she turned away and stumbled to the ropes, leaning against them for support. Isadora ran to the opposite ropes, hit them and bounced back, gaining speed as she charged at Becca, looking to possibly spill the both of them out of the ring, but Becca had other plans as she turned to face her, bending down, and tossing her up and over with her shoulder.

However, there was no satisfying sound of a body hitting the mat on the outside of the ring. Isadora had seen it coming and turned in the air, using the momentum Becca had giving her to land on the apron right behind her. The crowd was cheering. Becca turned around to investigate the scene that should be and was caught in the jaw by a somewhat stiff forearm shot. She once again staggered back, holding her jaw. Isadora waited for the opportune moment before pulling herself up onto the top rope and spring boarding to the middle of the ring where Becca was, Becca side stepped it and tossed a hard right shot to Isadora's stomach, sending her straight to the canvas once she came out of the air. Becca shook her hand a bit before lifting the young girl up and hooking her head between her arm and grabbing her by the hem of her skirt before popping her over in a snap suplex, she rolled over onto her quickly for a cover, attaining a close two count on the young woman.

Becca sighed out deeply and began to lift the young woman up to her feet, once there she lifted her up and slammed her down to the canvas with a simple scoop slam, followed by a couple of stomps, in which the referee scolded her over, but she paid no mind as she gave the young woman another stomp before going to lift her back to her feet again. This time however, Isadora grabbed Becca around the head and positioned her head under her chin as she jumped up and kicked her legs out to the side, landing on the canvas in a sitting position as she brought Becca's chin down onto the top of her head. Becca bounced up and stumbled back, further back, until she hit a corner and wrapped her arms around the top ropes on either side. Her vision was blurred slightly.

Isadora rubbed the top of her head as she pushed herself up to her feet and retreated to the corner opposite of Becca. She looked around the arena for a moment before pushing herself into the air using the top ropes, landing down on the canvas and taking off in a full burst charge towards the woozy Becca. Becca rolled out of the way as Isa jumped up, her knees planting into the top turnbuckle as Becca retreated to the opposite corner, Isadora slid down the turnbuckles and turned herself around about halfway as Becca came charging, copying the movement that Isa did and jumping up, Isa this time rolled to the side out of the way and Becca's knees crashed into the turnbuckle and she slumped down, only keeping herself up by her arms being draped across the top rope.

Isadora hopped her way back to the turnbuckle. Third attempt at the move in the match, second attempt from her. Third times the charm right? The crowd burst out into cheers as she took off running towards Becca one final time. Becca was trying to push herself back up, as she did, Isadora's knees crashed right into her shoulder blades and Becca took a sharp gasp in as Isadora pushed herself away, Becca fell back to the canvas almost motionless and Isadora fell down atop her, hooking the far leg and the referee dropped to the canvas as well, checked the shoulders and slapped the mat three times. The crowd counted along. Isadora's theme music in CWA blared over the PA system as she pushed herself up off of Becca and jumped into the air, tossing one fist up as she did, as she landed the referee grabbed her by the wrist and held it up for all to see as Isadora walked to each side of the ring, celebrating. Becca was still pretty out of it from the Valentine Massacre, but was also gripping for the ropes to try and help her get up..<·†·>

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"....."

Becca... was furious. There's no way, there's just no way she could have lost. To.... to her?! Becca glares over at the ref and the.... pint sized warrior. She pulls herself somewhat on shaky legs up using the ropes, breathing harshly.... she glares at the woman. The announcement gives her, the name. Isadora Valentine. She tightens her fingers around the ropes, pulling herself fully back up to her feet. She pushes off and runs up to the ref, shoving him away from Isadora. She gets down in the refs face about the call, about the count. Trying to use any excuse she can think of as to explain, why she was down for three seconds. You know aside from the pounding pain in the back of her shoulders, neck and head. Becca pulls the ref back up to a platform base and continues to yell at him. Suddenly her right arm gets tugged on quite hard. She spins around to look at Isadora trying to be all brave and stand up for the ref. Oh shit.... this was gonna be good.

Becca looks, down, at Isadora with a bit of a smirk. You have got to be kidding. She shoves Isadora back a couple feet before turning back around to try and tear into the ref a bit more. Once again, Isadora spins Becca around to face her. Allllllllllllright.... Becca turns away slightly before turning back and nailing Isadora in the cheek and jaw with a forearm shot. Fuck it. She begins burying her foot in the woman's gut, pushing her back and back into the closest turnbuckle. She begins stomping away, over and over at Isadora's midsection. Repeatedly, eventually dropping Isadora to the canvas, leaning against the bottom of the turnbuckle. Becca takes a couple steps back before charging and turning her hip to the left. Slamming her right thigh and hip into Isadora full on. The ref begins trying to admonish Becca, telling her to stop and warning her all that. Like that was going to work? One, Becca didn't work here. Two, Becca wasn't under contract here. Three? Becca didn't really care about Isadora's safety, fuck it.

Becca leans down and begins pulling Isadora up to her feet, pulling her into the center of the ring. She yanks Isadora's left arm out, extending it so she can lace her right fingers with Isadora's left fingers. Slowly, Becca wraps her left arm around the back of Isadora's neck. She tightens the hold and looks around a bit before looking down at Isadora's face. Becca leans in and plants a kiss on Isadora. The shocked expression on Isadora's face was easy for Becca to feel. It did what it was supposed to do, confuse and shock the hell out of her. Becca pulls back and sweeps Isadora's leg, almost jumping backwards. Driving Isadora head and chest first into the mat below with extreme force. Becca rolls away from Isadora's fallen body, slowly getting up with a smirk. The ref gets up in her face, trying to shout and all of that jazz. She shoves the ref away and rolls out of the ring after dropping down to the mat. She looks back into the ring and grins a bit as she shakes her head, she walks up the ramp a bit with a sigh. Time to go collect.

~End