Shaina Nakoto [D] vs. Chelsea Forster

[CaptainL]

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

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It was another day for Chelsea Forster, who was scheduled for another match tonight. Even if she had thus far received a chilly reputation from the crowds, who was she to care about what a bunch of idiots in this woefully backwards country would think? She was on her way to the top, and she wasn't going to let anyone slow her down. She was sure she was going to win this, one way or another!

"Coming first to the ring, from Liverpool, England! At 5'6'', weighing 116 lbs., CHELSEA FORSTER!"

Chelsea Forster

Molly Forster

Entrance Music

Chelsea descended the entrance ramp on her way down to the ring, with her sister Molly close behind her; while this wasn't a tag match, she had still tagged along, as she had proved to be the only hope the audience had of understanding anything that came out of her mouth. While there were a couple of cheers, and more than a few boos, the reaction to their entrance was fairly tepid, as few people knew what they could expect from Chelsea, given her refusal to say anything outside of a particular dialect of English. She hoped to change that with her performance in the ring - but for now this would be no exception, as she addressed the crowd in her particular fashion.

"So, 'ere we are again, like? I know I'm abar wrecking me head ta get in 'ere and kick me trabs into some poor divvy, like. Go 'ead, who'll it be tonight? Or ye gon' tell me the bird went 'n swerved it? Least then she'd have a bit 'a sense, like!"

After a beat of silence, Molly tirelessly picked up her own microphone to explain matters. "She means that she's excited to see who she'll be facing tonight," she said in Japanese, "and she hopes she can make it." The crowd seemed confused by this, with some murmurs going through the stands; surely such a rant had to have been getting at something more complex than that summation. Nevertheless, Chelsea stood in the ring, tapping her foot and waiting for her opponent to show.

[FinyBoy]

Three girls stood in a huddle backstage. There was still a little bit of time before her entrance, but Shaina needed her friends around her for before the match. This was a tradition between that the three had always done before any match they had together, and it would be no different here. Shaina shivered in anxiety as she awaited for her name to be called. Satsuki had a successful debut, and had earned quite a few fans for both herself and the group. Shaina wanted to be able to do the same thing here. They had came a long way since their days at the Carnival, and they needed more than anything to prove it here.

"You will be just fine, Shaina, we'll be right here, cheering you on!" Satsuki encouraged.

"Go out there and give yourself no regrets, Shaina!" Amelia added.

"T-thanks guys, I-I'll do my best tonight!" Shaina stuttered.

Then, her entrance music hit, and it was time for her to go. She waved to her friends, before disappearing behind the curtain.

Shaina Nakoto

Entrance Music

She popped out from backstage, throwing her first in the air as the crowd gave her a decent welcome in cheers. No doubt they were thanks to Satsuki's strong debut match, the cheers only seemed to make her more anxious to do well in this match. As she made her way to the ring, her nerves began to get the better of her, as she started shaking a bit with each step. She would make it to the ring and step through the ropes, but completely forgot to rally to the crowd again once she got there. Instead, she nervously looked around at the crowd, then at her opponent, then at her opponent's "manager," then back to the crowd. Everything was so overwhelming, all she could really do was shake like a nervous chihuahua.

She wanted to wish her opponent good luck, but all she could muster out was "G-g-g-gwould L-l-l-luptk!"

[CaptainL]

Standing back in the ring, Chelsea tapped her foot, rolling her eyes. So far, no one had come forth to meet her challenge, and she wasn't someone who much enjoyed having to wait around for things - especially things as important as one of her first LAW matches, the very moment that would set her on her path to dominance. When her opponent did show, though? Chelsea couldn't help but burst out into mocking laughter. Really? This was her scheduled opponent for the night? That was what she had been working up towards? The girl had certainly failed to look imposing, and it proved to work equally terribly on Chelsea, who soon enough composed herself enough to step forward, circling around Shaina as she held out a hand to gesture towards her. Quite literally quaking in her boots, and facing down Chelsea like she was being fed to the lions, Shaina was off to a rough start as it were, but Chelsea was perfectly willing to make things even worse for her.

"Ye wha? 'm sozz, but I can't make out a wor'a dat, like. Not that it matters; the Queen's English is all I need, like. Really, though? This all ye buncha twats got? Ye want me ta face off wit' some plazzy kidder? No need, she looks like she's pickin' a straightener she can't win, like - or at least, she would, if she looked like she even wanted ta be 'ere, like. Ye havin' a giggle? Ye all havin' a giggle, ye better beuts? Or do ye just wanna gawk at dis bird's 'ad off? Come 'ead! If ye gonna get me real opponent out 'ere, get on it, like!"

The boos were already coming, as the crowd felt sympathy for Shaina ending up in such an unfortunate position - and Chelsea's taunts were certainly not doing her any favors. She glared out at them for a moment, before turning back to Shaina, seeing how she'd respond.

"Erm, well-!" Molly explained, clearing her throat; she was sure that Shaina wouldn't be able to understand her sister, and she was quick to try and elaborate. "She means that...she isn't sure if Shaina can stand up to her! But I guess there's only one way to find out..."

And right on cue, the DING DING DING of the bell came, the match officially started.

[FinyBoy]

Shaina watched as her opponent for the night started ranting and raving about something. Whatever she was saying, it definitely wasn't in Japanese, and it definitely wasn't very friendly. This only added to her anxiety about accepting this match. Her manager then clarified that she had no faith in Shaina as a worthy opponent. Shaina couldn't exactly refute that claim, but she wasn't about to just let it be true.

Be that as it may, she was here now. She didn't exactly have the best odds going into this match, but she was going to give it everything she had anyway. In the end, she just wanted to impress the crowd and prove to her friends that she had what it took to be here in the big leagues.

Just then, the bell rang and the match began. Shaina watch her opponent carefully while her "manager" exited the ring. Then she would begin to circle the blonde, looking to begin a grapple with her in the center of the ring.

[CaptainL]

In truth, Molly couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Shaina, even if she was going up against her client. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the girl as she stepped out of the ring; she had seemed so nervous and out of her element she could already forsee things getting ugly for her, and especially when her sister was involved. Chelsea wasn't usually one to hold back, and she certainly had the strength and skill to back up her words. Shaina, however...well, either she made up for what she lacked in social aptitude with her power, or she really was out of her league. Still, Chelsea was her sister, and even if the crowds were booing her even more loudly now for her threats towards someone so obviously unprepared, she would take her side, stepping back for now to watch the match unfold.

As Shaina circled around Chelsea, she spared no time in making a gesture towards her, as though urging her to step closer. "Well, come 'ead then!" she said. But as soon as Shaina would come closer, Chelsea would be ready for her - if not the grapple she had anticipated. Rather, she ducked downward, drawing back her fist to swing it for Shaina's stomach.

[FinyBoy]

Shaina began to circle the blonde, looking for the ever-so-common grapple that started off most matches in this business. Her opponent beckoned her to come closer and begin their contact. Most reasonable thinkers would notice Chelsea's attitude and figure she had a trick up her sleeve. However, whether it be because of her nerves, or because she really just couldn't tell, Shaina bought into it and stepped closer.

She held up her hands, waiting for Chelsea to do the same as she drew ever closer to her opponent. This left her wide open for when Chelsea ducked under her and sunk her fist into Shaina's gut. "Ouf!" she breathed as Chelsea nailed her cheap shot. She doubled over in pain and clutched her stomach, being momentarily stunned, but only for a few seconds. The pain was sharp, but Shaina had felt similar before. She cursed herself for falling for such an obvious trap.

[CaptainL]

She did it! She actually fell for it! Chelsea had to chuckle a little at the ease with which she had led Shaina right into her trap; if she was this gullible, she really was about as stupid as she looked. The blonde was sure that things would be playing well into her favor if they kept up like this. And she wasn't going to let up any time soon, when she had her foe right where she wanted her.

With Shaina stunned, Chelsea swerved around and popped up on the other side of her, continuing on her forward momentum. Once there, she would have another trick up her sleeve; how easily Shaina had fallen for it earlier had encouraged her, and she wanted to see if she could make lightning strike twice. She would wait for the girl to turn back around to face her, and if she did, she would reach out to take hold of her opponent's pigtails, noting that her choice of hairstyle offered her the perfect handhold for such a maneuver, as she would then throw her head downward while kicking up her knee, going to nail Shaina right in the face!

Even then, though, Chelsea wasn't done. With Shaina hopefully reeling from the blow, she would reach out to catch her by the arm, using it to whip her across the ring and towards the ropes. Then, when she rebounded, she would hop up at the last minute, going for a dropkick!

[FinyBoy]

Shaina was hurting, and it was only the beginning of the match! She turned to face her opponent, looking to get the match back on the even side when Chelsea grabbed her by her pigtails and yanked them downward. The pain was excruciating as both sides of her head felt like they were being ripped away from her. But that wasn't even the worst of it. As Chelsea pulled her head down, she sent her knee into Shaina's face, smacking it hard into her facial features! "AUG!" Shaina screamed as the pain radiated all over her entire head now.

Shaina was now reeling as she covered her face in her hands. Never before had she fought against an opponent so willing to hurt her in all the wrong places. The ref admonished Chelsea for her illegal use of hair pulling, but it ended up falling on deaf ears as Chelsea ran to the ropes and used them as a slingshot to propel her towards a hurting Shaina.

Shaina didn't even see it coming, but she would definitely feel it as she was hit smack-dead-on in the head by Chelsea's running dropkick! The crowd cringed as the kick connected with her pretty head. The impact made her fly halfway across the ring, landing face down over by the ropes on the far side of the ring. For the most-part, Shaina wasn't moving now, at least as far as everyone else could see.

[CaptainL]

Even with the ref giving Chelsea a warning, the blonde didn't appear to pay much heed to it, merely scoffing as she held a hand up to her. "Oy, sack it with ye whinin'," she said, before proceeding straight for the next phase in her plan - delivering an even harder strike to Shaina as she made the rebound!

Her dropkick hit its mark with a loud thwack, one that the arena couldn't help but shudder at the thought of being hit with such momentum behind them. Even Chelsea was somewhat surprised by how far Shaina had traveled, skidding to a halt as she turned to watch where the girl had gone flying. She did see that she wasn't moving, and she was sure this could be an easy pin - but it almost seemed too easy. There would be no fun in that! And for that matter, for all she knew, Shaina could have been pulling an elaborate scheme to lull her into a false sense of security and strike when Chelsea thought she had her securely trounced. For now, she wasn't going to capitalize right away, but she could use the setup all the same. Chelsea stepped back towards her corner of the ring, keeping her eyes on Shaina, and planted a foot on the bottom rope, ready to use the momentum if she would need to. She kept her eyes on her opponent, preparing to retaliate to whatever she might do next.

[FinyBoy]

Shaina needed a moment to gather herself. After that series of hits, she was very dazed and confused. The world felt like a fuzzy fur-ball, and everything sounded dull. Rather than try to get up immediately and risk being attacked after wasting energy, she instead opted to lay there for a few more moments and let her opponent come to her. Sure, there was a chance that Chelsea could attack her while she was down, but she was aware enough to know that she was by the ropes, and the ref would step in to stop her if she attacked her there.

However, Chelsea never came. After nearly thirty seconds of nothing happening, Shaina decided to start getting up. Those thirty seconds were important. She still felt awful from the earlier attacks, but the time she was giving to recover would help her counter attack better should it come. As she used the ropes for leverage as she started to make her way back to her feet. She looked and saw that Chelsea was standing there in her corner, waiting for her.

However, Shaina learned her lesson now. Until she could start building an offense, she was going to have Chelsea come to her. Her opponent had been outsmarting her via her own aggression. It was time to approach this a different way. Shaina would keep her eyes on her opponent as she was getting up. She had no intention of moving towards her opponent. If Chelsea wanted to get you her, she would have to come over here and get her.