Marissa W. Vs. Helena D. - Technically [And Thoroughly] Outclassed

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Vs.

Standard Match
Victory Via Pinfall, Submission, DQ or KO

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Spoiler

Pacing from one side of the ring to the other, after her usual straight-to-the-point entrance, Marissa was eager to say the least. Her foe for the evening, one Helena Dubois, perhaps couldn't have been more of a ideal foe. With a toned frame, powerful strikes and shocking submissions, Marissa and Helena were two peas in the mod when it came to attitude to wrestling.

Though attitudes in general, certainly had much to be desired.

All too familiar with Helena's preference for a more heel based encounter at least on her end, Marissa was eager to keep her wits about her. Coming to a stop just shy of crossing the ring again, Marissa's toned front would press to the ropes nearest the ramp. Leaning over them somewhat, Marissa's gaze didn't leave the ramp as she awaited Helena to emerge. This would be as much a mental battle as it would be physical, she figured. Naturally, she'd try to show from the get go that there'd be no head games working wonders on her this match, as she refused to take her glare away.

[Highfly]

Helena heard her music... and accompanying booing from the crowd... before making her way out onto the arena to enter the ring.

Helena casually waved to the crowd, blowing a mocking kiss as she sauntered her way down towards the ring. She eyes Marissa as she walked up the ring steps the climbed through the ropes.

Marissa looked eager and that was good. We get opponents rushed into mistakes Helena could capitalize on....

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On frames alone, Marissa may have had the edge. Helena was no slouch, but where as she was nearly all finesse, tone, Marissa had packed on just a little and turned it into pure muscle. On fighting styles? It was a curious match, what with Helena's precise strikes and submission holds versus Marissa fine brawling style.

But personality and experience? Marissa liked to think she had often been able to keep her head in the game, but with an increasing frustration as of late towards her progress in the world of wrestling, to say she was always calm would have been a lie. And from what she had heard of the woman before her, that was as good as laying flat on her back and inviting Helena to boot her.

Regardless, Marissa was opting to put the pressure on and keep it on - Helena wouldn't have a chance to deploy her heelish ways, Marissa figured. Not when she couldn't stand or see straight. If things had to get violent, and a little heelish on Marissa's end (though no doubt not even remotely close to that of Helena's usual repertoire) then so be it, the Brit figured. This was going to be a win for her, and that was that.

God knows she needed it.

[Highfly]

As the bell rang a confident Helena circled around Marissa but more sauntering than any low crouch. She blew Marissa a kiss and winked as she moved in with her arms raised. She hoped all her upper body distractions caught the gaze of Marissa as the Canadian lunged in quickly with a hard toe kick to the abdomen, hoping to double over Marissa at the start of the matchup with her surprise strike. Helena knew a slugfest was not in her best interest, she would have to be smart and pick her moments as best she could.

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The blown kiss didn't earn much of a reaction from the Brit, though damn if Marissa didn't want to scream across the ring for the heelish beauty to stop. Eyes on the prize so to speak, and head in the game, Marissa was already moving akin to a boxer where as Helena was happy to take her time, moving with her arms raised only when she felt good and ready.

Opting to stay on the defence rather than rush in, Marissa's plan of attack seemed to be a wise one, as Helena's attempts to goad her in for a full lock-up found little fruit. The kick that followed soon after still found the Brit's gut all the same, knocking a good gasp of wind from her, but Marissa imagined the gasp would have been considerably larger had she stumbled into that kick.

Whats-more had she indeed stumbled, she wouldn't have been in position for what came next. That being a sudden short hook fired from Marissa's bent-over posture, one fired off with intent to strike Helena's core!

[Highfly]

Helena was happy with her start, and after hitting Marissa she was going to reach out for her hair but that little plan suddenly fell apart! "OOMPH!" Helena groaned as she staggered back, doubled over with her arms cradling her abdomen. The tall Canadian was stumbling limp legged back towards the ropes shocked by the sudden strike as well as the power it packed! She was disappointed, she was hoping to cruise along this evening but she was quickly being proven wrong in that assumption.

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With Helena doubling over, what came next from Marissa was hardly a surprise. At least at first.

Fighting through the pain of her own body being hit hard so suddenly, Marissa threw her right arm up and over in an attempt to hook it around Helena's head. Torqueing that gripped head under her armpit, Marissa held onto Helena with zero intent to let her go. Nothing shy of a kick between the legs was stopping the eager Brit now, who looked to put a full stop in this match before it even got going.

Her opposing arm looking to force Helena's up and over her head, Marissa was primed for a suplex soon enough. Though as she looked to hoist Helena up into the air, she'd slip her arms for a looser grip - she had no intention of bringing her heel foe up and over to drive her back into the canvas. Instead she looked to toss Helena out in front of herself, with hopes of spinning the heel somewhat in the air. For an orange crush!

[Highfly]

Helena was really not having a good start and given what was coming this would have been a terrible understatement. As she was doubled over and held the sneaky Helena knew exactly what she had to do to avoid taking more punishment. As the referee circled Helena raised her leg up looking to aim a hard knee into the abdomen of Marisa, but this knee was instead aimed between her legs to stun the surging, spunky wrestler! Helena was not going to allow herself to lose to a woman like this, and the ring was the domain of Helena not Marissa! It was time for Helena to show the young wrestler just that.

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Marissa had great things in mind as she hooked around her devilish foe, with a slam in mind that would both wow the audience and turn the match fully in her favour. Many in the indie circuits used an orange crush suplex variation to end matches with - and here she was pulling it out simply as a opener!

Grinning as she began to pull up, all at once the strength in her lower half disappeared. With Helena's dirty kick finding its mark, it wasn't until Marissa had outright collapsed to a knee that she let loose a vocal response. A loud one at that!

Damn near shrieking the roof off the building, the referee would but see the Brit reacting to what appeared to be a sharp gut kick! One that in reality had hit right between her legs, with such force that Marissa's eyes watered! Her hands between said legs, to try and soothe the ache!

[Highfly]

This was the opening Helena needed. Grinning ear to ear the sly Canadian moved in to hook both of Marissa's arms and looked out to the booing crowd. Helena realized they knew what she had pulled off but she didn't care. Helena grunted as she lift Marissa up and angled her head down to the canvas, trying to spike her skull off the mat with a double undertook DDT to seize control of the match from the young grappler opposing her. Helena was perfectly happy that she seemed totally unprepared to counter many of Helena's tricks. The poor start was regrettable but things were now looking good for the vile Helena.