Gold-Hearted Grappling: Carmelita De Leon vs Angie Samson

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Orchard of Gold', Carmelita De Leon vs Angie Samson, 'The Rookie with a Heart of Gold'
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

Spoiler

"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Barcelona, Spain...standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 136 lbs...THE ORCHARD OF GOLD...CARMELITA DE LEON!!!!"


Carmelita entered the arena, flanked by her many coattail-clinging cronies who all showered her with praise and attention, more so than any 'fan' out in the crowd. Their praise inflated the beautiful Spaniard's ego to the size of a blimp, filling her hot-headed mind with thoughts of grandeur and idyllic fantasies of her greatness. Carmelita was practically CARRIED by the hunkier flunkies who brought her all the way along to the edge of the ring where she would walk across the backs of some of her other entourage 'yes men' instead of DARING to step foot on that grodie floor or those putrid steel steps. A woman of HER status shouldn't even have to grace this disgusting arena with her presence but here she was doing EVERYONE a FAVOR by doing so, improving all their pitiful lives with her existence. However, that didn't mean that the arrogant glorious, bronze-skinned Spaniard should have to walk along the same ground as everyone else. After all, she was LEAGUES above the wheat AND the chaff...she was THE Orchard of Gold. Every move she made, every step she took was worth MILLIONS. So no, if LAW wouldn't roll out the red carpet and treat her like the STAR she was, she wouldn't set a single TOE in their arena, not including the ring, obviously...

She was lifted up even on the edge of the apron, carefully set inside the ring as she felt EXTRA pompous this time. The sheer ego on display was sickening, but Carmelita saw it as an enlightening moment for all the dullards in the audience...of which there were many, by HER standards. This wasn't arrogance, it was simply Carmelita demonstrating that someone of her caliber was above the norms and standards set by the...'lower echelon'...of wrestling. She was a trailblazer, not a footstep-following fool. She would NOT have her entrance be sullied.

After that horrendous display of ego, arrogance, and complete lack of humility, Carmelita would retire to her corner, lackadaisically awaiting the arrival of whatever jobber she was booked to face, simply yawning with a bored expression, thinking nothing of this 'Angie Samson' already despite having NEVER met her, to begin with. To Carmelita, she was as good as a training dummy...the only downside was this 'training dummy' could talk, much to Carmelita's distaste.

Spoiler

[Lycanstar]

"...Next, standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 149 lbs...Angieeeee Samson!!!"

It felt a bit surreal- To actually be announced as if She mattered for once and that her name carried some weight to it... It overwhelmed Angie with emotion as she stepped through the curtain. A Cheerful smile on her face and a newfound sense of confidence in what She does and who She is at LAW... Her really staking her claim after deciding to remain full-time at LAW and coming close to dominating her rival Louise must have made audiences take note! And with her new look and attitude Angie felt unstoppable~ Even though she had still missed the crucial step of properly training in preparing for her matches.

Angie posed confidently at the top of the rampway and while her entrance didn't have quite the... Spectacle her opponent's had, she was no less deterred. Even if She figured She could lose tonight considering how clearly confident her opponent was, that would be alright by the blonde too. It took a certain determination to see the best of any situation, but Angie thought She had cracked the code on deriving as much enjoyment from being in the ring as possible... She would just need to put it to the test.

Clambering through the ropes she looked plucky and bright-eyed although this was not her first time setting foot in a ring; her outlook was much different to when She had first come onto the scene. And to be honest after getting a close-up look at her opponent... She wasn't as fearful as She had been in the past before a match.

"Hi! My name's Angie; I uh, love your entrance! ...Do all those people work for you..?"

Angie stood in the opposite corner not quite in a readied stance~ She felt She had thought of everything surrounding the act of wrestling for LAW except well... The actual "Wrestling" part. Would her rather clueless lack of experience be a detriment tonight? Well that would have to wait to be seen as She eagerly awaited a response from Carmelita...

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[Misfit_Alien]

"I know good and well a peasant like YOU isn't seriously wasting perfectly good oxygen trying to talk to someone like ME." Carmelita replied, scowling in response as she looked at Angie up and down, glaring at her and leaning away while talking as if she was carrying the plague or something. Her gaze had this disdainful look, as if she found everything about the poor blonde utterly repulsive, giving her a sickening feeling right in the pit of her stomach. The rich, bratty Spaniard's scowl was nothing short of arrogant and entitled, believing herself to be far above Angie in terms of class as both a person and a wrestler...so to see and hear someone like this blonde wannabe wrestler dressed up in a...in her opinion...skimpy and tasteless get-up trying to converse with her-...

EUGH-

It gave her nothing but feelings of discomfort and displeasure. There was nothing more horrid than the lower class trying to rub elbows with someone like Carmelita. She was meant to be praised and hailed for being such a radiant figure, a true symbol of modern-day divinity...not some equal-leveled colleague for who anyone could speak. If anything, talking to Carmelita should be seen as a LUXURY...something to be earned. Yet here was this blonde bimbo thinking she was GOOD ENOUGH to be entitled to such a privilege.

"The ONLY reason I even dare to entertain this conversation is that you complimented my GLORIOUS entrance...You could do without the rest of the chatter, though-...I don't need boring, dull, and STUPID queries thrown my way. Only praise for the majesty that I am~...If you can't get that through your thick skull, then you've got no hope in this ring. Perhaps, if you behave and obey me like a good girl, I'll spare you the humiliation of wiping the floor with your pasty white face." She spat. "Get on your knees and praise me and I'll see to it that I'll make this as quick and painless as possible. Go on then, let's not waste ANYONE'S time here, especially MINE."