Isabella Brandt Vs. Tracy Canon - Playing with Fire

[Devastated]

Standard Match
Rules: Standard
Attire: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Ring-Out, K.O.

Spoiler

So far Isabella's time in LAW was proving to be rather fruitful. She had been booked into a multitude of matches and they had for the most part lived up to her standards. While not everything had been perfect, it was for the most part satisfactory. Though she couldn't so far say that she had faced off against anyone whom could be considered a big talent here in LAW. She had so far not gotten to what in her mind should be the upper-echelon amongst the fine combatants that LAW housed. Tonight that was about to change though.

As she would be facing off against a half of the venerable Tag Team Champions themselves. A Tracy Canon, though she couldn't say personally that she understood the cat theme of them. She herself shouldn't be one to judge. After all she styled herself as an old school knight. Tried and true in the field of battle, a warrior without quarter. Though her in-ring moniker had been slightly different than what she had first imagined, she had stuck with it. The Flame Tyrant.

Isabella had already clad herself in her usual attire, her hair styled into those classic ringlets which truly gave her that highborn ojou feel. The blonde had decided to make proper use of the resources LAW had, and decided to flashy up her entrance a bit. After all, it was about time that she showed everyone where her nom de guerre of the Flame Tyrant came from. As her music began to play out of the speakers the arena lights dimmed, pyrotechnics fired off down the entrance way, fire lined her path. Back when she had began to participate in places with higher budgets than your usual indie scene, she had been determined to have a fire motif and because of her general demanding demeanor she had been dubbed the Flame Tyrant.

She walked down the ramp as the fires began to die down. Climbing up the steel steps and entering the squared circle. The crowd certainly gave her a loud reaction, mostly positive but she had a few groups who certainly weren't about to throw her any cheers, the die hard cat people. Once she made her way into the ring Isabela would strike a pose, her arms raised above her head and her stance wide, crossing her arms at the wrist-guards. After her music died down and her entrance was over, Isabella would turn and head towards her corner, the lights coming back into the arena as the last of the flames faded.

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Going into this match, Tracy felt it was business as usual. As her theme some started up and some pink and white pyrotechnics filled the stage at the top of the entrance ramp, the commentators remarked on this as the announcements and preparations were made for the match!

Entrance Theme

Circus Cat - Tracy Canon

The pyro culminated in a bang that saw Tracy leap onto the stage from the back to time her entrance up with them. She shimmied her hips and danced to her music as she made her way down the ramp. The vibrant and vivacious Circus Cat blew kisses at the cameras and the fans. Her golden tag team belt was fastened around her waist. She gripped the face plate of the belt with both hands and continued to swivel her hips as she approached the ring.

The commentators calling this match speculated that the tag team champion and former number-one contender for the middleweight title was the favorite going into this contest, with Isabella being the dark horse. Feelings of anticipation well up within fans in the arena and watching at home as the Flame Tyrant jumped into her first foray with a main-event level talent at one of the greatest wrestling promotions in the world today!

Tracy would skillfully vault over the top rope near her corner. In a fluid motion, the redhead would lay across the ropes on either side of the corner, with her back on one rope and her legs crossed over the other, using the top ropes as if they were a makeshift hammock! The girl stuck her tag team champion out at Isabella before flashing a playful smile. The audience boomed with cheers and noise that echoed the fact that Tracy Canon was a cornerstone at this company. The Flame Tyrant had performed well against a number of wrestlers. But the crowd, the commentators, and even soon Tracy would be sounding off with hype and body language that echoed the fact that tonight, the Flame Tyrant's rule may well come to an end here!

[Devastated]

This was assuredly a huge match for Isabella, she was facing off against a current champion, a tag champion of LAW and a former number one contender for the middleweight title. Tracy was certainly a big name, a part of the Swat Cats who were a renowned team in LAW, and to Isabella's knowledge a skilled singles competitor. This was all the more reason as to why Isabella felt a tinge of excitement within her chest. Her heartbeat was a bit faster than usual, and if she didn't possess the level of self-understanding she did, she might have thought she was nervous, but no - Isabella was stoked to face off against a foe like this.

The blonde watched as her soon to be opponent draped over the ropes, making use of them as a hammock as she stuck that belt forward. A slight smirk crept up Isabella's face as she stepped up to the center of the squared circle, she placed her arms underneath her chest as she eyed the redheaded masked wrestler.

Isabella would raise her right arm up and place her hand against her own cheek, tapping it with her index finger a couple of times. "Well, it appears as if the crowd is on your side." Isabella spoke out through the roars and cheers of the crowd. She would cock her hip slightly to the side as she leaned forward just a bit and flashed her smile towards Tracy Canon.

"Wonder if they will turn on you as you lay defeated underneath my boot? Or will they keep cheering for you? It will be interesting to see." Isabella mused out loud, as she started their interaction with some cocky banter.

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Isabella's banter drew reactions from the crowd and from the commentators calling this bout. It was true that Tracy was the beloved fan favorite going into this match and most of her matches for that matter. The Circus Cat made a wrestling career out of playing to the crowd and complimenting her style and showmanship with substance and flashy moves. Hearing Brandt muse to herself aloud about the idea of crushing Tracy underfoot provoked a chorus of boos for the blonde. But not from Tracy, of course. Instead of taking offense, Canon smiled wide when she heard Isa!

"Hehehe~!" The luchadora would laugh before stepping down from her makeshift hammock.

Tracy would slowly step towards her would-be opponent. The masked middleweight would place her hands on her hips and look up at the slightly taller girl. Tracy would get nearly nose-to-nose with Brandt. All the while, her smile never wavered.

"I love it when they give me opponents that are just as spicy as I am!" Canon would boast about how she was now looking forward to this matchup! Canon would try to sneak a quick peck of the lips on Isabella's nose. She hoped to psych the arrogant blonde out a bit before taking a couple steps back.

"As much as I do like your boots, babe. Lemme tell you how this is gonna go down."

"This might be news to you, but people LOVE The Circus Cat! And after I feed you a nice, heaping serving of your own words and hand you this L, who knows? Maybe you'll join these good people in cheering for the best middleweight luchadora LAW has to offer!" With that, Tracy would step towards the ropes and lean over them to gesture to and draw upon the crowd!

In no time at all, Circus Cat chants would fill the arena! And the SWAT Cat would stretch her legs in her corner by lifting her boot over the top rope. She would nod to the official to signal to the referee that she was read. And after just a few more seconds, the bell would ring! And Tracy would hop out of her corner and begin to circle the ring with a very haughty, very arrogant upstart in the so-called Flame Tyrant, Isabella Brandt!

[Devastated]

The crowd didn't seem too happy about Isabella's boisterous claim. Though she had no need to worry about what the crowd thought. The crowd was fickle, and all that mattered was that she stuck to her morals and beliefs and sooner or later the crowd would turn and rejoice for her. It didn't always happen, but it happened enough that she was confident in it happening again. She watched as the cat luchadora stepped down from her makeshift hammock and began to move closer to her, it wasn't long before they were standing face to face with one another, the slightly taller Isabella and the slightly thicker framed Tracy staring each other down.

The words of Tracy made Isabella smirk, she'd tilt her head slightly to the right as she looked on at the Circus Cat. Then that quick peck to her lips came, as Tracy decided to steal a quick kiss. Isabella blinked a couple of times. She was surprised for sure, a bit confused but a kiss wasn't going to psyche out Isabella too much. She took a step back and then shook her head.

" Hah!..." Isabella let out at Tracy's words, but she was forced to wait for the crowd chants to die down. The referee would start to signal for the bell and with it the crowd chants would start to die down. " If you can defeat me, then maybe I will. Though if I defeat you, I think I might have to make an example out of you, kitty cat." Isabella joked as she would move along and start to circle the ring, staring down the circus cat.

Isabella felt as if the best way to start things out here would be the classic way. So she would start to approach and sought to move in close enough to offer a collar and elbow tie up against Tracy Canon!

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While it was clear that Isabella was taken aback by Tracy's sudden come-on cost the so-called Flame Tyrant her composure for only a moment. The crowd was still hot for Tracy! And even after hearing these fans voice their opinions with raucous cheers and whistles for The Circus and jeers for Brant's abundance of confidence bordering on arrogance, Isabella still doubled down!

"Ohhhh, it's a date either way, then!" Canon would get giddy and wink at Isabella in response. With a wink, Tracy would place her hands on her knees and bend over slightly, preparing herself for the sound of the bell!

And when the bell rang, Tracy was happy to circle the ring, drawing every so slightly to her opponent! The pink and white luchadora was eager to turn Brandt's words against her and to start putting The Flame Tyrant in her place! As the two drew closer and closer to one another, Tracy would lock eyes with Isabella and smile. When Isabella lunged forward for the lock-up, Canon followed suit!

"I gotta say, though, I don't know about your chances tonight. You say you want to make an example out of me, but I think I'm gonna make an example out of you back at my place, tonight, Isa!" Tracy would quip as the two got face to face and tried to wrestle control/leverage from one another! Though she had never wrestled Isabella before and she couldn't know what to expect from her in the ring, Tracy was never one to exercise more caution than she had to!

As both ladies stomped about the canvas and shoved one another to establish dominance, Tracy would look for an opening! Isabella having the height advantage and bearing down on the luchadora would see to it that Brandt gained more ground than Tracy here. But after about 20 seconds of grappling, The Circus Cat would look for an opening to live up to her moniker! While they were near one of the corners of the ring, Tracy would intertwine her fingers together behind the back of Brandt's neck and leap upward! She would try to curl up in midair and press the soles of her pink boots against The Tyrant's flat stomach! From here, with Brandt's back to the corner, Tracy would try and fall backward and fully extend her legs to spring Isabella upward and send her sailing towards the center of the ring with a Monkey Flip to try and start this contest out strong!

[Devastated]

As the bell rang Isabella would start to circle the ring, matching steps with Tracy as they would draw closer to one another, slowly but surely the distance between them was made smaller. Their eyes locked and with it Isabella stepped forward, moving in for a lock-up with the Circus cat! One that Tracy seemed eager to join her in! The quip of the masked wrestler got a small chuckle out of the blonde as they were up closer and wrestling for control.

"It's a shame that your confidence will only lead you to ruination. Especially after I have taken you back to my place following my victory." Isabella quipped back as they struggled for control. The sound of boots stomping on the canvas filled the ring, as they shoved and struggled. Isabella was surprised at the amount of power Tracy had to bring, but slowly she was noticing that she was able to gain some ground...

To Isabella's surprised though, the hands of Tracy's both clasped against the back of her neck and before the blonde could do much about what the Cat themed wrestler had planned, that plan was already set into motion! As she was jerked forward and those boots of Tracy came up against her tummy! Isabella released a yelp as she was swung up and over and thrown through the air with a Monkey Flip! Crashing down flat on her back in the center of the ring as she release a loud pained grunt upon her unceremonious landing.

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Despite being a high flyer, The Circus Cat could certainly hold her own pitting her strength against that of other middleweights! The redhead and the fiery blonde went back and forth about the ring vying for control, and that struggle played right into the luchadora's hands!

The crowd roared when Tracy managed to send Isabella flying with a Monkey Flip to get an early lead in this match! And while the so-called Flame Tyrant was laid out unceremoniously, Canon wasn't content to simply gloat. Tracy had a way of staying in perpetual motion when she wanted to!

"Here we go!"The masked redhead would chirp as she ran for the ropes! By the time Isabella had settled into a supine position on the mat, Canon was already springboarding off the middle rope to soar through the air and attempt a Lionsault!

If Tracy managed to connect with the body press, she'd use the momentum from her fall to bounce up and swing her leg over the fallen Isabella's body to straddle the arrogant Tyrant and reach for her legs! Tracy would make sure to grab hold of both legs and scoot back to sit on the blonde's face and fold her up to secure her in a suggestive and teasing folding pinning predicament!

"Looks like it's your ruination now, right?!" Tracy would say rhetorically if everything went her way!

If she managed to plant her pale bum on her opponent's face, the referee would drop down to check the shoulders and count, and Tracy would throw even more shade! Much to the crowd's delight!

"You talk so formal! If you want me to ruin you when I take you home, all you've gotta say is 'Ruin me, pretty pwease, Mama Traaaacyyyy!!!'"

"ONE.....!"

[Devastated]

That money flip had taken Isabella by surprise for sure, and she was now paying for it! On her back like she was, she soon suffered Tracy's body coming crashing straight down on her frame as she landed from that Lionsault! An impressive display of athleticism from the Circus cat which had the crowd cheering quite loudly, while Isabella released a pained grunt at having the redhead's frame flatten her own down against the canvas!

As she was down underneath Tracy, the masked wrestler decided to swing her legs up and move on top of Isabella, grabbing a hold of her legs and folding her up in half...and then even took to seating herself on the blonde's face for an early face-sit pin! A suggestive and humiliating pinning predicament to say the least! The words of Tracy rang out loudly, but not as loudly as the referee slapping her hand down against the canvas as she called for the first count.

Isabella released a muffled complaint against that shapely rear. " Mmph!" She was not very happy with this face-sit pin attempt, and she was going to make sure that it was a short one! Right after the first count, as the referee raised her arm up high into the air with the intention of slapping it down for the second count...The Knight would buck, her hands reached up for Tracy's hips as she would try to jerk up and throw Tracy off her, attempting to catapult her off with the hold that Tracy had on Isabella's legs, before the second count could be reached.