Heather Sunderland vs Ingrid Fuentes

[TiefBlau]

Normal Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

Attire

Another match coming Heather's way with another person that she's not ever met before. This new league was certainly opening more and more new paths for her, finding all the new challenges that she could was definitely exciting her. Her theme would play shortly afterwards, the lights turning to a dark blue all in the arena. The green laser lights shot out from the stage area, smoke filling the stage. Heather crawled out onto the stage area, her face and arm glowing with the light purple bodypaint that she had on.

She made her way down to about mid-ramp, basking in the reactions from the crowd as she pushed herself up afterwards, raising her hands in the air and pyro shooting out from the stage area. Heather stood there with her arms up a little, taking a deep breath before she rushed her way down the rest of the ramp, sliding into the ring shortly afterwards underneath the bottom rope.

She got herself up to the corner and got herself up onto the second rope, raising her hands in the air again as pyro shot down from the ceiling to the ring. She grinned wide, nodding her head as she leaped off the corner, heading to the center of the ring. She stretched herself out a little in the center of the ring, her eyes glued up to the stage area as she waited for the arrival of her opponent for the night!

[Lunaspark]

Attire

It wasn't long after Heather had hit the ring and her entrance had faded out, that another piece of entrance music began to play, loud and jarring over the arena's speakers. Along with it came a tall, opposing figure, standing atop the entrance ramp with a cold, disdainful look on her face as she stared down towards the ring.

Ingrid Fuentes, LAW's very own Knight of Hell, had arrived.

With long, swift steps, Ingrid began to move down the ramp towards the ring, purpose in her movements as she made her entrance. Her eyes were locked on Heather, not once breaking away from her as Ingrid moved towards the ring. She knew of Heather, of course. It was hard not to know of the woman. She had quite a career and quite a history behind her, and even someone like Ingrid couldn't deny Heather's supposed skill in the ring.

That's why, despite the cold look etched onto her face, Ingrid was planning on having fun breaking Heather tonight and putting her into her place.

She soon reached the ring, and headed towards the ring steps. She placed one foot upon the bottom-most of the stairs, and then reached up, unclasping the cape that covered her body. With a single shrug of her shoulder, the garment slipped to the floor behind her, and Ingrid began her ascent up the cold metal steps.

Once she reached the top, she stepped onto the apron and leaned over, passing through the ropes and into the ring proper, giving Heather one more cold look before turning away and heading to her corner.

Once there, she closed her eyes, and leaned into it, her back against the turnbuckle, the pink-haired Spaniard awaiting the sound of the bell.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath as Ingrid's theme started to play over the speakers. She narrowed her eyes, stretching herself out a little more as finally that tall figure of hers appeared on the ramp. She bit her lip just slightly, unable to deny the looks of the girl that she was about to face. She tapped her foot a couple times, the air of the girl as she came closer and closer was definitely an intimidating one, Heather visibly gulping, her heart racing as Ingrid finally came intothe ring.

She tilt her head a little as she watched her discard her cape, that cold look that she gave her sending a chill down her spine as she got into the ring fully. She grit her teeth slightly, clenching her fists tightly as she tapped her foot a couple times, trying to just endure the whole intimidating feeling that was waving over her.

"Hah..no little exchange of words before the match? That's a bit boring" She said, sticking her tongue out, trying to shift the mood as much as she could, that bell finally ringing shortly after. She pulled on the ropes to aid in her stretching, preparing herself as much as she could before she moved to meet Ingrid in t he center, raising her arms in the air as if she was signaling to lock up with her--acting as if she wanted a test of strength with Ingrid.

[Lunaspark]

When the bell rang, Ingrid opened her eyes, a sly smile dancing across her lips. She stepped forwards, towards the center of the ring to meet Heather, staying silent all the while. She wouldn't fall for Heather's taunting, and wouldn't give her the pleasure of answering her words. Not yet, anyway. She would save that for later.

She took a brief moment to glance over Heather, sizing the slightly smaller woman up, before smiling slightly wider, lifting her arms as if to meet Heather in the test of strength. Of course, Ingrid had no such plans of actually doing such a thing, and as she leaned in towards Heather, she would suddenly lunge towards her, bringing her knee upwards, straight towards Heather's bare belly!

[TiefBlau]

Heather grit her teeth slightly as Ingrid kept her silence, still not replying to her words whatsoever. It definitely got to her, ridding her of one of her favorite parts of the match--the banter to start with. It was a good way to get a feel of her opponent, and Ingrid was taking that away from her. She grumbled out just slightly, but moved in to go to get her in that lockup position.

Of course, Heather knew full well the test of strength wasn't to her abilities whatsoever. She definitely wasn't planning on keeping it going either. In her mind, she was waiting for Ingrid to lock hands with her so she could turn it right around for a monkey flip..but the girl was one step ahead of her in the trickery clearly. Before she even felt their hands tough, she suddenly felt that sharp pain in her gut, that knee slamming right into it. "Gugh!?" She groaned out in pain, doubling over in front of her, going to hold her gut from the impact.

[Lunaspark]

She fell for it. Of course she fell for it. Ingrid had assumed she had a read on Heather's type already, and the girl had played right into her hands from the start. Now she just had to seal the deal and secure the early advantage...

As Heather doubled over before her, Ingrid's hands came together, clasping with each other as she raised her arms upwards. She offered Heather another sly smirk, and then thrust her arms back down, trying to drive her hands into the back of Heather's neck, wanting to flatten her with a quick and hard double axe handle attack to the back of her neck.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grit her teeth as she rubbed her gut from the pulsing pain that she was feeling. She hated how easily she had already fallen for something like that, feeling like a complete idiot for that start. She wasn't in a good way now and she was just--completely vulnerable to Ingrid's followup. She leaned up just a bit, moving to recover herself, glaring at the girl as she saw that grin on her face.

Before she could say much anything else, she felt that double axe handle slam right into the back of her neck. She grunt out loudly, the impact jerking her body, making her eyes widen as she was hit down onto the mat. She lie there flat on her front, her hand behind her back as she rubbed at her neck a little, whining and whimpering out.

[Lunaspark]

While Heather lay there upon the mat, Ingrid stepped closer. The Knight of Hell leaned down towards her opponent, and while Heather nursed her back, Ingrid snatched a thick handful of her hair. She jerked upwards and back, forcing Heather to look up at her, and finally opened her mouth to speak.

"Do you still think I'm boring...?" She asked, her voice quiet, her tone halfway between a commanding sound and a sultry whisper. "Or do I still need to change your mind about that?"

With those words said, Ingrid brought up her other hand, and swung it towards Heather's cheek as she stared down at her. It was a simple blow, a quick, stiff slap to the woman's face, but one that she hoped would get the message across to Heather of who was in control here.

[TiefBlau]

Heather winced hard as the girl took a hold of her hair, that familiar burning sensation in her scalp making her whine out loudly in pain. This..clearly wasn't starting out too well for her, she was beginning to regret saying what she did to Ingrid at the start, especially when the girl forced her to look up at her and finally spoke to her.

She took that hard slap to her face, jolting her head a little with that hard, sharp sting. She slumped a little with her hair in Ingrid's grip, letting out a bit of a flustered, pained laugh as she was able to finally answer her question after receiving that slap."Ngnh..O-ok..maybe you're not...all that boring." She let out, shaking her head a bit as she pushed at her thighs, trying to get her to let go so she could get some distance to regain her bearings, not wanting to be caught in her grasp for too much longer!

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid wasn't letting go, however, not just yet.

With Heather still in front of her, Ingrid dropped down to her own knees, keeping a hold on her foe's hair as she knelt down in front of her. Then, the self-proclaimed Knight of Hell jerked on Heather's hair, trying to pull her closer. Only then did she finally let go of Heather's hair, instead sliding her arms forward to attempt to pull Heather into a frontal headlock.