Match type: Best 2 out of 3 falls
Victory condition: Falls won by pinfall, submission, or KO
Normal rules apply. Helen
Helen Andronike came out on the entranceway and preened for the crowd. Entrance Music
She was especially cocky today, fresh off of her victory over Arla Adams. She made her way to the ring as her promo played on the TitanTron:
"They call my opponent The Last Hussar. Fitting. Because when I'm done with her, there won't be any Hussar left! Elma, I don't care how big you are. My people fought off empires! You will be another χένος warrior who falls before the might of Greece!"
Helen readied herself to face her opponent.
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Elma only chuckled when she saw the interview, Elma wasn't normally one for boasts or brags, but, she was one for flair and performance, as she tied her boots up, a rider on horseback, dressed in full Hussar regalia, sat at the curtain, waiting on his cue. Elma got the idea from watching an American football game where the team was escorted by a freaking buffalo. Elma wanted the same psychological effect for her entrance. As soon as the words "WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED" bellowed from the famed Sabaton song, out came the Hussar, charging full speed toward the ring with a spear at the ready, and a few seconds after that, out came Elma to a pretty loud response:
Visual of what a winged hussar is:
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The horse reared up and planted his spear at the end of the entrance ramp, in full view of the LAW faithful and, more importantly, her Spartan opponent. The horse passed Elma on the way to the ring, who had a warrior's glare on her face, she looked over at her opponent, who didn't seem to know what to think. She entered the ring and nodded to her opponent, as if she was asking, "Well, what do you think?"
Even the stoic Helen couldn't fully hide her expression of surprise as Elma came in with the actual cavalry. Helen took note of that for future matches. As the two locked eyes a slight smiles crossed Helen's face. Helen knew this bout would push her to her limits. Elma had five inches and about 30 pounds on Helen. The strategic thing to do would be to knee her in the gut and kick her in the face. But after what she just saw, Helen knew in her heart what she had to do. Helen raised her arms, inviting Elma to a grapple.
It seemed Helen was more surprised at Elma's theatrics than anything, but, Elma figured it wasn't worth worrying about, and answered Helen's challenge for a lockup, although it seemed curious to Elma for someone way outclassed in terms of height and weight would do such a thing, she decided to not think to much of it, That thinking would prove costly as Helen kneed her to the gut and followed up with a kick to the gut, sending her reeling into a nearby corner, this girl had a lot more pop than she initially gave her credit for. This would not be an easy match, and she wouldn't have it any other way...
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Helen did not want to lose momentum against her much larger opponent. Keeping on her way crucial to maintaining victory. She maintained her attack on Elma's admittedly rock hard stomach by ramming her shoulder into it while Elma was propped up in the corner. She then delivered three savage chops to Elma's chest before attempting to Irish Whip Elma into the opposite corner for another ramming attack.
As Elma stood in the corner, she soon felt her opponent's chops, three in succession, it did make Elma flinch a bit, but, she wasn't anywhere close to finished. Helen would irish whip her into the corner, or at least attempt to, but, Elma pushed away from the corner, and, using the momentum of the whip and the push off, would attempt a discus clothesline to her Spartan adversary. If this was successful in knocking her down, she would dig her hands in Helen's exposed abdomen in a stomach claw, all while humming her homeland's national anthem...
Just when Helen was getting confident in her momentum, Elma literally turned around and stopped her in her tracks. The bigger woman's discus lariat collided with Helen's face and knocked her flat on her back. Helen was seeing stars and was helpless as Elma kneeled beside her and applied a stomach claw.
Elma was big and strong, as were her hands. Helen couldn't stop herself from screaming when Emma dug them into her stomach. All the while Elma was humming the Polish national anthem. "Great I get a soundtrack to me dying," Helen thought. It was a nice tune, but Helen had to do something or she's tap. She tried prying Elma's hands off of her stomach with her own, but Elma was too strong. At least Helen was able to keep Elma focused on maintaining her grip and not on her highly flexible legs. Desperate to get out, Helen brought her leg up and attempted to rock Elma in the face with her knee.
"Just be glad it ain't that holy boy. He'd throw a Bible verse t you...*" Elma responded to Helen's quip as she continued to squeeze Helen's belly. The strength of the claw hold was it's simplicity, unfortunately that was also its biggest weakness, as it was extremely easy to counter, and sure enough, Helen began to knee Elma in the head, and soon the hold became to hard to hold and soon Elma abandoned the hold altogether, but, not before giving one last squeeze, before getting up, "Przynieś to!" she yelled, begging Helen o take down the Last Hussar as she said she would.
*Referencing Isaiah Bowen
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Helen rolled to her feet. "Oh wonderful double torture there," Helen chuckled. She stopped to assess things. Elma was stronger and couldn't be allowed to build momentum. Helen needed to find an opening and exploit it to get a combo going. She ran up to Elma and attempted to deliver a series of forearm strikes to Elma's head and chest, her intention being to stun her enough for a more powerful follow up roundhouse kick.
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Elma didn't see Helen as the striker type, if she judged on what she saw out of Helen thus far, but, Helen charged the Last Hussar with a series of stikes to the head and chest, and as Elma wasn't particularly fast, she took them all and was eventually pushed to a corner, where she would receive one last roundhouse kick to the dome, forcing her to sit down in the corner. While she was counting the birds tweeting around her head, she wondered if Helen was the type of girl to do what she thought she could do in the particular situation...
