Countess Dante vs. Orime Akasa

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Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout

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It wasn't often that Isabella did research into her opponents prior to a match - after all, she was convinced that no matter who they were or what their background was, she was capable of laying them low with ease. Lest anyone forget, she was a master of Dim Mak, and capable of killing every single champion LAW had to offer with her pinky finger! She wouldn't do it because she wasn't interested in going to jail for homicide, but it was totally possible! However, she made the mistake of looking further into her opponent for this match...and she was less than impressed, to say the least. Whose bright idea was it putting her up against a session wrestler? The Countess - having a life, after all - had never heard of the concept before, but when she did more research, she was disgusted that anyone would even think a session wrestler was worth hiring to a company that was supposed to oversee contests between professional fighters! Anyone could choke out some pervert with more money with sense using their thighs. It was an embarrassment and an insult that the lofty position of Grandmaster of the Black Dragon Fighting Society was deemed to be on the level of such idiocy among the LAW promoters. Nevertheless, Isabella grumbled to herself, tightening the wraps on her fists backstage. She'd show this Orime what fighting was all about, all right...

"Coming first to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois! At 5'4, weighing 110 pounds...uh...Countess Isabella Caramelita Dante!"

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"...THE DEADLIEST WOMAN ALIVE! You can't forget that part! I'm the Deadliest Woman Alive! It's important! Hey, what are you-!?"

As soon as Isabella came storming down the ramp, she was greeted by a few giggles, not only from her petulant outburst and her insistence on being described as the Deadliest Woman Alive despite her youthful and unimposing appearance but also from the announcer's clear hesitation on what exactly they were dealing with. She couldn't say she wasn't used to it by this point, but that didn't make it any less of a sore spot for her - and her fists tightened as she growled under her breath. She'd have to show them, too. When she got in the ring, and served her foe the destruction in store for her, they would all see how little she was to be underestimated. Still, she slipped through the ropes, where she walked over to her corner and did a few stretches to warm herself up for the fight ahead of her.

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Orime came out next, the crowd cheering. She was happy, having got her first win. She went to the ring, flaunting her curves as she did, ready for another match.

"And her opponent, at 5'7 and 160 pounds, looking to be the World's Strongest Jobber, Orime Akasa!"

Orime's wrestling gear

The thick white haired cutie got in the ring, walking to the center, meeting the Countess with a smile. "Hey! Hope we both have a great match!" Orime said, holding out her hand for a handshake, naïve to the kind of person her foe actually was.

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When Isabella heard what the announcer said about her opponent, she didn't know whether to laugh or be appalled. If this girl actually wanted to be a jobber, this was little more than a joke. She had no drive to make anything of herself! No will to succeed! If she was content to be enhancement talent, with no desire to ever be the greatest in her sport, she had no future! She didn't even belong to be in this league, and the very thought that she had been deemed a worthy opponent for the Countess might as well have been a middle finger pointed directly into Dante's face. For a moment, Isabella grit her teeth, her fists balling tighter at her sides. But she supposed this wasn't surprising with what she knew about Orime. If anything, it only confirmed her suspicions about her. No matter - soon, she would have the chance to show Orime exactly what a real fight was all about.

She looked up at the white-haired girl with a stern look on her face. Orime seemed cheerful and friendly enough, extending the Countess a hand to shake. But the glare never fell from Isabella's face. She did lean in to take her hand - only to immediately pull back on it to try and drag Orime down in an arm drag!

The timekeeper rushed to ring the bell, and the crowd booed such underhanded tactics - but Isabella wasn't deterred. "FIRST MISTAKE!!" she shouted. "A REAL fighter would have to be a colossal IMBECILE to expect their opponent to fight fairly! If you were mugged on the street, would you expect the thieves to accept a friendly handshake? NO! They would stab you then and there and make off with your wallet!! She cranked back on Orime's wrist for good measure. "Of course, YOU would overlook that - you can HARDLY be called a real fighter!"

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Orime was pleased as she took her hand, but soon found it to be a ruse as Dante twisted her arm painfully. "Ahhh!" She yelled in pain. The bell dinged. The thick girl heard Dante's words, which both insulted her for expecting her opponent to be kind, and her ability as a fighter. She seethed at this. "I am a real fighter!" She said, then began punching at Dante's ribs, the crowd cheering her on.

[CaptainL]

Just as the Countess had expected, Orime hadn't even been prepared for what should have been such an obvious setup. If she still felt she could treat this so flippantly, she was going to have to learn the hard way not to trust her opponents - and Isabella was going to teach her that by force! She hissed as she brought Orime to the ground, the two of them laying on their sides as Isabella cranked her arm back. Orime still protested Dante's judgments, insisting she had what it took to handle herself. But Isabella was going to need more convincing than that.

She rolled her eyes before locking a scowl onto Orime. "I think NOT! If you were a real fighter, you would be picking fights with opponents who could truly challenge you, not your fellow sick-minded perverts who want to be beaten up! If you're a real fighter, then go ahead and pr-hey! Ow! OW!" Isabella had thrown the challenge to Orime to impress her - and sure enough, Orime was fighting back, throwing a few punches into the Countess's ribs!

With each shot that landed, Isabella's face contorted in pain, and she grumbled under her breath as a shudder ran through her, jostled by the impact. Orime wasn't the most accomplished of fighters, but Isabella wasn't very sturdy herself - and even she had to admit, those blows hurt. Not that she'd let that stop her for long, of course. She had something to prove, and she wouldn't tolerate anything that stood to the contrary! Her eyes narrowed in a glare and her teeth clenched, Dante looked back up at her foe. She wasn't going to let Orime get away with this for long!

As her next punch came her way, Dante let go of the wrist she was holding onto in order to grab Orime's fist with both hands. If she did, she would try to roll herself over Orime's back to get behind her - and brought her arm along to twist it behind her back for a hammerlock, pinning it between her shoulder blades!

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Orime was happy to shut her up. However, this didn't last long, as the Countess grabbed her fist, bending her arm back. "Ugh, still gonna kick your AGHHHH!!!" Dante had put her in a Hammerlock, painfully bending her arm. She knew no strike would dislodge her, not from this angle. Right now, only hope was those ropes, which she tried to crawl to, needing to end this painful assault on her arm. Hopefully she could grab the bottom one and get the ref to break the hold on her.

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Now that she had Orime's arm locked into such a painful position, the Countess huffed under her breath. The glare that she locked down on her foe was one that was fueled by contempt just as much as it was by focus. Orime seemed determined to prove that she was as capable and deserving of a fighter as Isabella herself was - and to Isabella, that was an insult. She was a grandmaster of the martial arts; Orime was little more than a glorified fetish model trying to play at being a real wrestler. To even think that she could stand a chance against the Deadliest Woman Alive was a mockery of Dante's expertise, and it left her all the more committed to doing her worst. Isabella was already convinced that Orime never stood a chance at beating her...but even still, for the sake of her own dignity, she couldn't lose!

Clenching her teeth as her fingers coiled into a death grip around Orime's wrist, Isabella went to twist it back further and further, pinning her arm behind her back. She had cried out in pain, but that did little to garner any satisfaction. It wasn't good enough. For mocking her like this, Isabella was all but assured that Orime deserved much more - she deserved to have her arm splintered, or pulled out of its socket, or worse! Even now - when the pain should well have told Orime all she needed to know of the dangers of picking a fight with the Deadliest Woman Alive - she still had the nerve in her to try and fight back, as if she ever stood a chance at all! Isabella sucked in a breath through her teeth, and she let it out with a hiss of disgust. If that was how Orime wanted to do things, that's what she would give her!

Sure enough, Isabella let go of Orime when she saw she was closing in on the ropes. She'd let go even before she went for a rope break. But the moment she'd gotten off of Orime, she turned and whipped her leg around to kick the white-haired girl in the ribs! "You don't get off THAT easily!"

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Tears filled the white haired girls eyes as Dante twisted harder. She was almost to the ropes when Isabella let go, only to receive a powerful kick to the ribs. "OOOF!!!" She grunted out. Orime would roll under the ropes, needing to escape her foe for a moment. She fell on her breasts, groaning. "Gotta get up...she's fighting like she wants me dead..." She panted, trying to get to her feet, the crowd cheering for her to make a comeback against the Countess.

[CaptainL]

Even when Isabella was going to let Orime go, she threw a kick against her side regardless, and she shook her head with a scowl on her face. As far as the Countess was concerned, everything about Orime was a disgrace to the good name of combat sports, and if she was actually going to get in the ring against a master of martial arts, she needed to learn a lesson about punching above her weight class. There was no punishment too harsh for Orime - if she was going to play at being a real fighter, Dante wasn't going to give her a free pass. She needed to know what was really in store for her!

Orime was encouraged by the cheers of the crowd as she tried to fight her way to her feet, but the Countess merely crossed her arms with a huff. If these idiots were actually going to take her side, they were no better - and they, too, had no respect for the martial arts if they felt a braindead pervert like Orime was worthy of even being in the presence of the Deadliest Woman Alive! If that was the case, Dante had no respect for them either! "Tsk," she huffed, turning her attention toward the fans. "Go ahead, cheer for her. You're still wasting breath on someone who doesn't belong in this ring! It won't make it any different what happens to her! What happens to ANYONE who takes on COUNTESS DANTE - but ESPECIALLY people who embarrass themselves by merely TRYING to put up a fight!"

"One! Two!" The referee had begun counting Orime out, but Isabella wasn't going to pursue her outside the ring. Instead, she came storming closer to where she'd landed, her arms still crossed as she cast a glare down on the white-haired girl from inside the ring. "Go ahead, get back in - if you really can! I'm waiting!" It was up to Orime to show the Countess she was worthy of her concern, and so far, Isabella was far from impressed!

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Orime looked up at her. Hearing her demean not only her but her fans made her angry. She seethed at her last taunt. However, Orime knew this lowlife would attack her as she rolled under the ropes. She would grab Isabellas feet and make a strong pull, trying to bring her to her back, before getting back in. If successful, Orime would grab her arms, pulling up as she gave some stomps to Isabella's chest! "I BELONG HERE!" She yelled at her, the crowd cheering her on.