Grace Kenning vs. Sable(D) - A Fall from Grace

[Letta]

Match Type: Standard.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.



Grace Kenning.

Sable considered the name once more as she waited backstage. Tonight was her LAW debut, yet the league had matched her against a veteran with years of experience, several pay-per-view appearances, and even a challenge for the Heavyweight Championship behind her. Perhaps her record in other promotions had made an impression. Or perhaps LAW wanted someone capable of keeping its newest heel in check before she could make a name for herself.

Either way, Sable was pleased. A look at Grace’s profile and a few of her matches had told her enough. Friendly with the fans. Respectful toward her opponents. Always ready to step in when she thought someone had gone too far. She was strong, experienced, and quite convinced that standing up for what was right would make a difference. Sable’s lips curved into a slow smile. She could hardly have asked for a better first opponent. Beating a fan favorite in front of her own supporters would make for a memorable debut. And if Grace insisted on fighting to the bitter end, all the better. Sable liked opponents who gave her something to work with.

Spoiler

The arena lights dimmed as The Devil Within began to play. Low electronic tones spread through the speakers, a haunting melody rising over the steady pulse of the beat. Purple light washed across the entrance stage. From the darkness behind it, a tall silhouette emerged, long black hair swaying with each measured step. Sable came to a stop beneath the lights.

Her purple wrestling attire clung to her voluptuous frame, outlining the strength in her shoulders, the firm muscles of her core, and her powerful thighs. Black hair fell well past her waist. With her chin raised and a thin, cruel smile on her lips, she let the audience take a good look at her.

Spoiler

She offered them nothing in return. Without so much as a glance toward the seats, Sable started down the ramp. She ignored the hands reaching over the barricades and the voices calling for her attention. Her eyes stayed on the ring, her pace unhurried, as though the entire entrance had been arranged for her convenience. At ringside, she climbed the steps and took hold of the ropes. She slipped between them, straightened to her full height, and swept her hair back over one shoulder. Then she walked to her corner. Sable rested against the turnbuckles, draping her arms along the top ropes. She tilted her neck to one side, then the other, loosening it with a small roll of her shoulders. Her gaze returned to the entrance stage.

Would Grace offer her a handshake? Wish her a good match? Perhaps she would arrive with a warning instead. A few earnest words about respect, or how things were done in LAW. The thought brought an amused breath through Sable’s nose. She would hear her out. There was time for that before the bell. For now, she waited in her corner, looking perfectly at ease. Her fingers curled loosely around the ropes, and the smile never quite left her face.

[Fairy Dragon]

A new debuting opponent for Grace to face. She had been the debut for a few people already and once offered another chance to do so said yes with little hesitation. It was always preferable in her mind for a new face to meet her over meeting some of the more hostile or vicious members of the roster, and Grace was hardly someone to balk at a new challenge. Nothing was beneath her when it came to opponents. She hadn't heard much about her opponent, and figured that the best way to learn about her was to actually meet her instead of relying on research.

Spoiler

And so shortly after Sable made her entrance out came Grace herself who was all smiles, the once contender for the Heavyweight title and Apex contender stood tall on the entrance ramp to applause before slowly marching down the ring, taking time to shake hands and high five fans before she would finally enter the ring. She'd raise a fist in the air to get the crowd active before turning to Sable with a smile even though she found something off-putting about the way Sable was smiling as she rested in the corner. "Greetings. I guess I get the honor of formally welcoming you to LAW. My name is Grace Kenning." She said not arrogant enough to assume the women already knew who she was, and offered her a handshake, regardless of the vibes she was giving everyone deserved a fair start.

[Letta]

At last, her opponent appeared. The cheers that filled the arena left little doubt about Grace Kenning’s popularity. Sable remained against the turnbuckles, watching her make her way down the ramp, shaking hands and exchanging high fives with the fans. When Grace stepped into the ring and raised a fist, the crowd greeted her with another roar.

It was quite a different reception from the one Sable had received, but she gave no sign that the contrast bothered her. She simply watched Grace approach, a faint smile on her lips. Up close, Grace was even more impressive than she had looked on screen. Sable’s gaze traveled slowly from her face to her shoulders, down over her chest and waist to her legs, then back up again. She made no attempt to hide where she was looking, or how long she lingered.

Grace’s feminine curves did little to conceal the muscle beneath them. Firm arms, powerful thighs, a body shaped by years of training and competition. Sable’s attention settled on her abdomen, where the definition was particularly clear. How tightly would those muscles tense beneath a well-placed fist? How long would they hold out against the pressure of her arms? They had yet to lay a hand on each other, and already the possibilities were tempting.

Still, there was no reason to show her intentions before the bell. A fine meal was best enjoyed one course at a time, and Sable intended to savor this one. When Grace offered her hand, Sable brought her gaze back to her face. She replaced her appraising look with a practiced smile and reached out to accept the handshake.

“Lovely to meet you. I’m Sable. I look forward to our match.”

Her smile widened just a little.

“May the best woman win.”

She released Grace’s hand and returned to her corner without another word. Her manner remained unhurried as the referee checked her over. Sweeping her long hair back, she rolled her shoulders and looked across the ring at her opponent.

DING, DING, DING - !!!

At the sound of the bell, Sable pushed away from the turnbuckles and advanced toward the center of the ring. She raised her hands into a loose guard and began to circle, keeping a measured distance from Grace. Her eyes tracked the veteran’s hands and shoulders, occasionally flicking down to her feet. The faint smile never quite left her face. What sort of welcome did Grace have in store for her..? For now, Sable was content to let the veteran make the first move.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace could almost sense this new girl observing her, it was a little unnerving to be honest as her eyes seemed to observing things through a fine comb as if scouting for weaknesses...or just searching for the parts she wanted to break. Grace shook off the thought and tried to stand firm as if showing that even if she was observing her that Grace wouldn't back down and continued to create Sable who took her greeting with courtesy. Sable took her hand and hoped the best women would win which made Grace smile as it seemed she had an opponent who was equally respectful. "Nice to meet you Sable, I'm sure we'll have a good match and that alone will ensure the better women will win." Grace said before she'd break away and go to her corner. As much as she wanted to pry into Sable's thoughts on LAW she figured the match itself would tell her everything she wanted to know.

Once the bell rang she would come closer, though once again feeling the unnerving feeling of the women observing her that she tried to shake off before attempting to start with a simple lock up. She could tell Sable was strong, now was the chance to learn how strong and try to test both her technique and how she handled being pushed into, for the moment Grace felt it best to start off slow until she could figure out how Sable fought.

[Letta]

Even under Sable’s blatant scrutiny, Grace had stood her ground, answering with a warm smile and a courteous welcome. Sable wondered how long that smile would last, considering what she had in mind for tonight. Hopefully, Grace would hold on to it for a while that friendly manner, that confidence in a good, fair match. It would be a shame if she lost heart too soon, there would be so much less to enjoy. Either way, Sable would find out soon enough.

Circling Grace after the bell, Sable slowed as the veteran raised her arms for a lockup, an invitation to test their strength. Her smile deepened slightly as she lifted her own arms and leaned forward, closing the distance. There were plenty of ways to approach this, from an honest contest of strength to a few less sporting ways of taking advantage of Grace’s courtesy. For now, though, Sable was happy to accept the offer. Getting her hands on Grace would tell her far more than watching ever could - how strong she was, how she kept her balance, and how she responded when someone began to push.

Sable brought one hand behind Grace’s neck and gripped her upper arm with the other, meeting her in the lockup. Feeling the strength in Grace’s arms, her interest sharpened. That physique was clearly more than just for show, and she rather liked appreciating it firsthand. She did not commit all her strength at once. Sliding one foot back and bending her knees slightly, Sable settled into a firm stance before gradually increasing the pressure, trying to drive Grace backward. Her arms and thighs tightened as she leaned into the veteran, boots planted against the canvas and eyes fixed on Grace’s face.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

The words came softly, with a teasing edge. Sable stepped in a little farther and kept pressing.

[Fairy Dragon]

The two got set, starting off with a rather neutral position of strength where the two would get to show their power and technique. This would give Grace an insight into how Sable operated. She felt her opponents muscles the moment they locked up and she felt some power settle in, causing the brunette to tighten her position to prepare for some pushback which came shortly afterwards when Sable let one foot stay back while going lower to draw on her base and push against Grace more while daring Sable to show her her strength.

"Nghh."Grace grunted as Sable started to really push into her, her power was intense but it was her position that helped her give Grace a struggle. So while this person was strong he was more about technique and refinement. That was good, she'll need that to stand a chance. She felt her arms stay firm but felt her feet being pushed back and her back struggling to stay firm against her press. but after that Grace would readjust and and allow her own foot to slide back trying to push forward. "Sure thing...Here's a little of it." Grace said using her raw power from her slightly adjusted position to give Sable a reminder that she was known for her strength, pushing into Sable she would try to first push her back and then slowly attempt to bring her down to a knee where Grace could change things up and show off a bit more.

[Letta]

Sable planted her boots firmly against the canvas and pushed into Grace. Her thighs tightened as she put her weight behind the effort, feeling the veteran’s resistance through their locked arms. When a strained grunt escaped Grace’s lips, Sable’s smile widened.

“Heh... Put some muscle into it~ Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got.”

Their arms trembled with strain, each woman trying to force the other back. Neither yielded easily, but it was Grace who was slowly losing ground. Sable let out a low chuckle and kept pressing. Then Grace adjusted her stance, and a surge of raw power brought Sable’s advance to a halt. Forced back by the sudden pressure, she slid her rear foot farther behind her to brace herself. Her eyebrows rose briefly, the counter was stronger than she had expected. That flicker of surprise soon gave way to interest. It seemed Grace was finally ready to put some effort into this.

“Ngh...”

But Grace did more than simply push harder. Using the momentum of her advance, she began bearing down on Sable from above...! Sable gritted her teeth as the pressure forced her lower. With her posture beginning to buckle, she struggled to push back while more of Grace’s weight bore down on her. Sable fought to hold her stance, but one knee slowly gave way beneath her, finally touching the canvas. Even then, she maintained her grip. Her arms and back strained as she resisted Grace’s downward pressure, determined not to be forced any lower...!