Squeezin' Egos: Ossi Shamar vs. Nathalie Christiaens

[Winter]

Submission Match
Best of 5 falls by submission only
Debut for Nathalie Christiaens

Spoiler

Pyro popped as the lithe, striking figure of Nathalie Christiaens appeared at the top of the ramp, posed casually with a hand on her hip and a sweet smile on her face. She wasn't bothered to hear her appearance met with an uncertain toast from the crowd who were no doubt enjoying the promise in the newcomer's looks though they knew little to nothing about her otherwise. Nat preferred it that way. To these people, unlike a couple of lamentable subjects she had already been re-introduced to backstage, the recently dubbed "Sapphire Stunner" wasn't the woman from a family of nobodies with a questionable past triggered by her questionable decisions who would strain to find praise in the public eye despite a pretty face, enviable body, and plentiful spunk and might. The crowd would only know that she had the latter three traits after tonight, and Nat was certainly not a woman who minded being taken at face value.

Keeping that in mind, she walked the ramp, her gait somewhere between a tight strut and an easygoing glide, smacking a select few hands - no more than three or four that stretched long enough to reach her at mid-ramp. The Belgian would rather the camera catch the angles of her figure than to have three dozen arms in the way, but keeping up appearances had its value. She wanted these people to like her, appreciate her, cheer for her path to victory; the other wrestlers, not so much. There was surely a value to playing her part as the beauty who worked for their entertainment and service while she tore her way through the roster.

She would start tonight. Nathalie entered the ring, adjusting the straps of her attire and tightening the straps on her gloves before she threw a few kisses to the crowd and leaned on the top rope, and there she awaited Ossi Shamar, a name that she found didn't hold much in the way of recognition. Didn't mean she wouldn't have any skills, but Nat figured that wouldn't matter. The girl wouldn't be able to touch her bad ass; a smile worked at her lips at the thought.

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Ossi felt a twinge of unease as she checked over her wrestling attire back stage. Previous matches against LAW debutants had not gone her way, despite the Syrian's growing experience in the ring. This one needed to be different if she was to salvage the dismal downward spiral her career had descended into. Frustrated anger fizzed in her veins as she remembered the worst of her losses. That was how the LAW fans were seeing her - she needed to change that image. Clad in her gold green belly top and matching briefs, combined with long golden gloves and green boots, she took a deep, steadying breath, preparing to get her record back on track.

Appearance

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet pounded from the speakers and once more Ossi strutted out into the lights, doing her best to ignore the jeers and cat calls that greeted her entrance to the ring. Inwardly she seethed, keeping her head held high as she strode regally down towards the ring, one hand on her bare waist as she walked. Evidently her reputation as a jobber was starting to fully take hold among the LAW fans, and that was something the Syrian heiress simply would not abide. One way or another she would get a win on the board against this rookie today.

Clambering into the ring she looked Nathalie up and down disdainfully, walking up to the rookie wrestler with her arms folded beneath her breasts, looking her next opponent in the eye.

"You will regret having me as your first opponent," she sneered confidently, masking any and all uncertainty that might have lurked in the back of her mind. "I hope you're ready to learn some hard lessons, new girl!"

[Winter]

Flashy entrance. Good enough looks - though if Nathalie had been honest with herself, she would have admitted her to be tantalizing, exotic. Too bad for Ossi Shamar, the crowd didn't seem to care much.

Nat watched Ossi's approach with a judging smirk and folded arms, convinced that the crowd's poor opinion of her opponent would only do wonders for her own posture once she dismantled that shapely body. That their jeering didn't do anything to dissuade that poised tilt to her opponent's chin pleased Nathalie, too. Maybe the LAW crowd agreed with Nat; the undeservedly prideful needed to be taken down a peg.

And fucking hell - prideful she was. The Belgian's assumption had been spot-on. Nat's naturally warm amber eyes cooled and narrowed on Ossi while the woman approached, matching her own posture, and then came the hot air. Nat would regret fighting her. Learning hard lessons. Nathalie moved a hand to her hip and rolled her eyes, making sure Ossi noticed when she did.

"Sounds to me like the crowd regrets it more than I will," she coolly retorted, tilting her head toward them. The Sapphire Stunner shifted closer so that her chest was nearly touching Ossi's, while the ref moved into position to ring the bell. Just to see how she reacted, and the few inches she had on Ossi worked to great effect. "What hard lessons do you plan to teach me? 'How to receive a lukewarm reaction at best'?"

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Ossi injected more confidence than she felt into her sneering dismissal of the shapely rookie now confronting her. However, it seemed that Nathalie was hardly impressed by the Syrian's bravado, planting a hand on one hand and giving a derisive roll of the eyes that pricked at Ossi's pride. She glowered at the woman as she spoke, having clearly noticed the fan reaction to Ossi's entrance. The woman stepped towards her, just millimetres away.

With her short temper fraying, Ossi moved forward, planting her hands on her hips as she pressed her bust against Nathalie's to try and show she was not intimidated. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as more fan jeers rained down.

"These fools are barely fit to look at me," she hissed angrily. "They'll see the error of their ways soon enough. As will you!" She attempted to shunt Nathalie backwards with a thrust up her chest, before nodding to the referee that she was ready to get the match underway.

[Winter]

Nat's smirk deepened when she felt the other woman's chest press against hers. Haughty and spirited - at least she was not one of those cocky bitches who withered when Nathalie turned on the heat and made them back up their words. The Belgian did not, however, fail to notice the red peeking through that tan skin. It seemed she had prodded a sore spot, and she would be sure to keep prodding it.

Her only antic in the moment, though, was to answer Ossi's continued bluster with a chuckle, and she chuckled again when Ossi shoved her with her chest. The Sapphire Stunner didn't resist, letting herself tilt back a step, but her pleased smile continued to glimmer at Ossi though her opponent glanced away to get the ref's attention to start the match.

As the ref shifted to the ropes to signal, Nat took the last few spare moments to stretch her legs and roll her neck, but her amber eyes remained firmly glued to her opponent's. "They won't want to look at you when I'm done with you. So, really, nothing will have changed."

Beaming at her own cleverness as the bell rang, the middleweight casually beckoned for Ossi to make the first move and fell into a fighting stance.

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Ossi thrust her chest against Nathalie's and felt a surge of smugness as she propelled the woman back a step. However, Nathalie seemed hardly concerned, more amused than anything else if the twinkle in her eye was anything to go by. Ossi scowled at her foe as the woman spoke, clearly unafraid of the Syrian despite her rookie status.

"You'll regret your slander," Ossi hissed. "I'll show these fools what a jobber looks like. We'll get your pathetic career started as it should continue!" She lowered into her wrestling stance, eager to get to grips with Nathalie and impose her will on the other woman!

Smouldering at the impertinence of the woman standing before her, Ossi needed no second bidding to start the match off as the bell rang. With a high-pitched snort of anger she threw herself at Nathalie, attempting to hit the woman with a sudden shoulder charge to send her down to the mats, primed for Ossi to make good on her comeback!

[Winter]

Nat loved watching her opponents fume in anger. With every new gasket that popped in their poor heads, a brain cell died, and Nat's job became far easier. Never once did she doubt that out of the two in the ring, she was the smarter - that she could out-think anyone despite any physical differences. Ossi's self-delusion kept the rookie more confident in that fact than usual. Nat already found the buttons she should press, too - she merely needed to keep poking and prodding and Ossi would start eating out of her hand, she imagined.

"Please do!", she called back as the bell rang, but keep the comments to that for the time being. No, for now was the fight. Still confidently holding her ground, Nat waited with a disparaging smile for her to act.

She did. Nat saw the start of her charge and weighed her options on how to counter it to embarrass the woman, but Ossi did have the weight of all that anger behind her - probably best to avoid making any mistakes of her own.

The Sapphire Stunner braced herself, and she took the shoulder with her forearms raised. Ossi still ran into her quite hard and forced a faint grunt out of Nat. But the Belgian let herself fall back, and after a glance over her shoulder to see where the ropes were, she shuffled her feet and turned her back to them so that she could sink into them.

She managed it, and she rebounded, coming back at the same speed. Chewing her lip in concentration, she planted on one foot as she reached Ossi and swung around with the other one, trying to catch the cocky jobber in the side with her shoe.

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Ossi's hot-headedness sent her barrelling forward as soon as the bell rang, her pride having already been prickled by Nathalie's dismissive attitude. She would teach this fool to show proper respect.

She crashed into Nathalie in the shoulder charge and allowed herself a fleeting smile of satisfaction as the bulled the other woman back with ease. At least, she thought so. Until her foe hit the ropes and it became suddenly apparent that Nat had baited her in. Scowling, Ossi tried to steady herself after going slightly off balance with her charge, but with the ropes springing her forward Nathalie was upon the Arab beauty before she could properly regain her feet.

"Ack!" Ossi blurted as the retaliatory kick hit her in the flank. She stumbled; her arms flailed as she tried to grab hold of Nathalie in a clumsy grapple to stop any follow up, but her body buckled sideways slightly, leaving her off balance and vulnerable!

[Winter]

The kick struck with a satisfying smack and what amounted to a ping in Nat's head, like she had struck a weak spot first as she watched Ossi reel from the impact. The raven-haired stunner did not immediately retaliate despite that ping, however, knowing that woman as aggressive as Ossi could get lucky from pure passion.

She shuffled her feet to take a step back and avoid retaliation, but the retaliation that came Nat should not have worried about in the slightest. Ossi basically stumbled into her and gripped at her, but with the other woman in no position to react, she did more to put herself in the Sapphire Stunner's grasp than to take any advantage of her own.

After a soft shake of her head, Nat grasped the exotic woman by the back of her head, which she tucked under her arm. Once she had Ossi there, she left her feet, whipping both of her legs up until they snapped tightly around Ossi's midsection... and she let momentum carry her back-first toward the mat, with Ossi's head leading the way as it remained trapped against her side.

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Ossi's blundering grapple only served to put her into an even worse situation as she plunged right into Nathalie's grasp. She flailed clumsily, but soon found herself yanked forward, her head pushed down and trapped beneath her opponent's arm in a snug headlock. She let out a shrill squeak of frustration as she wriggled in the other wrestler's grip, but before she could attempt any kind of counter, she felt Nathalie's legs clamp around her waist.

Suddenly she was off balance, falling helplessly forward until she was planted straight into the mats!

"AAIIGH!" she squealed as her head was smashed into the canvas by Nathalie's swift counter. The Syrian beauty clutched at her aching skull, legs kicking against the canvas in pain as she writhed around, fully at the Sapphire stunner's mercy after the attack!