Octavie vs. Reina Izara (2 out of 3 Falls)

[TheManVan]

Match Type: Standard.
Victory Conditions: First to two falls.

Snapping her suit on to her chest, Octavie was ready to once again prove her excellence and dominance befitting of a woman of her status. Finishing up her preparation, her theme began to play as she made her way out into the arena, exiting out from the back, Octavie stood on the stage with all of her glorious visage on display for the people in attendance watching, making sure they knew they were lucky to see her in action as she began to make her way down towards the ring. Each step of her strut she took, confidence oozed out of every part of her and was exemplified with a shining smirk on her face.

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Her hips swayed, allowing her form fitting strapless spandex suit to show off all of her curves and especially how difficult it was holding in her large chest as she neared the ring, looping around the corner and towards the set of ringside stairs to help her ascend to the apron and stepping between the middle and top rope to slid between and enter the ring!

Her confident strut continued around the ring, her arms extended to show off her wondrous visage before stopping in the center of the ring, waiting to see who would be the foolish girl who was going to her victim for two straight falls!

[king6y]

But not to be outdone, the moment Octavie's music began to dim, all the lights in the arena were turned off, leaving the whole stage in nothing but pitch black dark as the sound of trumpets heralded the arrival of her opponent. Bathed in a spotlight of gold, and sat atop an ebony throne was one Reina Izara. The conqueror, and for tonight, Octavie's opponent.

Reina Izara

Sat with her legs crossed upon her throne, the conqueror lazily opened her eyes and gazed upon the curvaceous heavyweight with a stone faced look of arrogance written upon her regal face. As if she were already certain of her victory before she even stepped foot in the ring. Raising from her seat, the conqueror began her march to the ring as her mind wandered to her opponent. A skilled technician, an avid smotherer for those she deems fitting, and an overwhelming sense of arrogance. If she had half a mind, she would say that someone in the back was mocking her. But now, even with her arrogance, Reina could recognize skill when she saw it. And if she bore the same fault as Octavie, then she was more than prepared to use it against her. Walking up the steps and sliding through the ropes, Reina's gaze remained locked on Octavie as she wove her plan together.

If her achilles heel was her pride, then perhaps she could use the same fault to topple her larger opponent. 'aim for her pride, outdo her technique, and keep your own pride in check.' she thought before walking up to the heavyweight.

"Hmph," she huffed, "I do very much hope there is skill behind your vaunting. It would be a disappointment if all your skill was nothing but exaggeration."

[TheManVan]

Octavie stood in the ring, waiting for her opponent to make her entrance and soon the grand spectacle began! A slight showing of frustration passed across of Octavie's face with the grandiose entrance of her opponent already striking a nerve in the vain woman's mind! She seethed in the ring while her opponent made her entrance as she paced around in the ring until they met face to face!

Having the size advantage, Octavie was feeling pretty good about her chance and that quickly went to her head standing in front of Reina with her hands on her hips and her chest proudly on display as a smirk curled on her lips.

"And just who are you to talk? Coming in on a gaudy throne and you have the gall to call me vaunting?" Octavie sneered right back, "All that show and it'd be quite humiliating to see that you can't keep up with me."