Sweet, Sour, SWITCH: Harper Lee vs Killswitch

[Misfit_Alien]

Harper Lee, 'The Butterscotch Bruiser' vs 'Killswitch', Shira Gimei
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

Spoiler

"...Entering first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois...THE SWEETEST AND MOST SAVORY STRIKER IN ALL OF LAW...standing at 5'3 and weighing in at 121 lbs...THE BUTTERSCOTCH BRUUUUISER!!!! HAAAARPER...LEE!!!"

Spoiler

Harper emerged to a sea of cheers and applause, the fanfare a tad overwhelming at first, but the white-haired woman soon found her mark as she made her way down the entrance ramp, shadowboxing as she walked toward the ring. With adrenaline coursing through her veins and a passionate heartbeat drumming inside her chest, the Butterscotch Bruiser felt PUMPED for this upcoming fight. She hardly felt like she could lose!!! With the crowd's energy backing her up, the woman felt like a soldier rushing headfirst into the fray of an epic battle with an army rallying behind her in support. The former MMA fighter proceeded to enter the ring with flair, stylishly posing for all to see before hopping up and tossing a few flashy kicks, giving the crowd a decent show before heading to her corner, taking a nice seat atop the turnbuckle as she eagerly kicked her feet like a school girl, impatiently waiting for her opponent to make their arrival...whoever they might be-...some chick by the moniker of 'Killswitch'...Ooo, how scary~...Harper was more so intrigued than anything else.

[Kreydos]

While Harper made her entrance, Shira anxiously waited in the locker rooms. Dressed in her form fitting cyan outfit, she sat on a bench with her hands on her lap. She glanced at her friend Emaline. Clad in her gaudy green two-piece, she busied herself combing her hair in front of the locker mirror.
"You worry over nothing." She politely stated without even bothering to turn around. "Your confidence may be lacking but your skill does not."
"Yes..." Killswitch tentatively agreed and they left it at that.
Before long, an official arrived and summoned them to the ring.

Killswitch Appearance Reference

Emaline Appearance Reference

Spoiler

Shira's theme echoed throughout the arena as she entered into the arena, her stablemate following behind her. She tried to pay as little attention to the crowd as possible as she made her way down to the ring, her stride and posture more stiff than she would have liked. Glancing backwards, she saw that Emaline walked not only with an air of confidence about her, but arrogance and aristrocratic disdain as well. Encouraged, if only a little, the redhead arrived at the ring and clambered her way through the ropes while the pinkette stayed by the ringside. Shira went straight to her corner and simply waited for the bell.

[Misfit_Alien]

Harper warmed herself up by shadowboxing in her corner, tossing a few test jabs in the air, working on her combinations as the strike-based wrestler awaited the arrival of her opponent. It wouldn't take much waiting for the white-haired, candy-themed brawler to get what she was looking for...or rather, WHO she was looking for as her adversary for the evening entered the arena, accompanied by a plus one of sorts. This could be trouble, but Harper wasn't going to sweat it. She would keep tabs on the haughty pink-haired woman, but a majority of her focus would remain solely on Shira, speaking of who-...Harper walked up to the woman to give her a swift greeting, wanting to kick things off casually before they got to beating the tar out of each other in front of a large audience. "Hey there. Name's Harper, nice to meet you." She said, the short-stack American girl greeting Shira gingerly, giving a partial wave as she smiled. "May the better woman win and all that." She said, punctuating her laidback, sportsmanlike approach with a handshake. Shortly after, she would move back to her corner. After a bit of time passed, the referee would check the gear of both women before proceeding to call the bell and officially start the match.


DING DING DING

[Kreydos]

"Mmm... Likewise... Shira..." Shira nervously returned Harper's greetings. "Mmm... Yes..." Killswitch awkwardly accepted the handshake before the interaction finally ended. Despite her timidity however, she nonetheless acutely analysed her opponent's attitude and build. When the bell rang, she settled in her wrestling stance and prepared to counter whatever Harper attempted.

[Misfit_Alien]

"Shira? That's a cool name~..." Harper said, giving Shira a vote of confidence as she continued to smile warmly at the woman. Once all the formalities had been run through, the two were set in their corners, and the bell was rung. The time for peacemaking was over as the fight kicked off with Harper rushing in quickly, attempting to take the reins of this match early on with a quick volley of strikes aimed at Shira's face, tossing a barrage of punches toward the masked woman in hopes of overwhelming her with pressure to keep her on the defensive.

[Kreydos]

"Th-thank you..." Shira less than gracefully accepted Harper's compliment. When the bell rang and the latter began her relentless assault, the former stayed on the defensive, blocking and parrying the ceaseless jabs thrown her way. Although she initially neglected to go on the offensive, she would slowly but surely build up her confidence. When she does, she would attempt to bash aside Harper's punch before stepping forwards and smashing an elbow into her face. However, Shira opted not to press her advantage and held back.