Submission by Vexation: Isa, the Angel of Ice vs. Elle Alresford

[Leira]

Standard Match

It amused Elle. She had spent plenty of matches so far, plenty of opportunities given to her by LAW to show off her stuff and get a crowd fawning over her, yet tonight would be the first time she actually set foot in the arena in front of the LAW crowd proper.

And she loved it. As soon as First Light hit the arena speakers, her heart swelled. Years wrestling in front of sixty to a hundred people, and she had made the jump to the tens of thousands. They could have intimidated her, but that would have taken all the fun out of the night. She stared out at them from the gorilla position instead, their camera flashes filling her green eyes with sparkles as her graphics flashed across the screens to properly introduce her to the crowd. She couldn't describe the rush.

Tonight required her to be serious too though. While Elle wouldn't allow the crowd to intimidate her, she could get at least a little intimidated by this heavyweight, Isa, they intended her to wrestle. Big, beautiful, fit, blonde. Just a few pictures had the Californian smitten with her. As the people backstage gave her the cue to step onto the stage, Elle realized she couldn't exactly stay smitten and have a chance.

Spoiler

Elle took her time, resting fists on her hips and drinking in the sight of the crowd in front of her, but she could not win any match while standing around. As had become a tradition so she could represent her home and her roots, she lifted the California Asters in her hand to her lips and gave them a kiss before she tossed them up and let them float slowly back down into the crowd. After the shake of her hips and kick of an invisible wall that followed while the flowers descended, she was on the move to the ring with a sway in her step.

She drowned the crowd in her own adoration once she reached the ring, popping a hip, blowing a kiss, and ultimately taking to the top of the turnbuckle so she could wave at them and blow that many more kisses their way. As her own music began to peter into silence, the flower girl, after finding one last hard camera to smile into (she knew the marketing game!), perched up on the top rope to watch for Isa's entrance, swinging the tail of her braid in one hand to occupy her nerves.

[Jaystar]

Honestly, Isa wasn't looking forward to this match.

Lately, things really hadn't gone the blonde's way inside the LAW arena... Or a beachside ring, or any other place of battle for that matter. Sure, she obviously had only herself to blame for it, but the fact that she was placed in the heavyweight league didn't exactly help. The blonde had already learned the hard way that the heavyweight league indeed did not have any upper limit to it, and some of the opponents in LAW sure were some mighty giants... At least compared to her, being on the lower end of the heavyweight roster. And based on her experience in the league lately, it surely seemed to the Angel of Ice that the management really enjoyed seeing her struggle against some mighty, powerful giants...

So, tonight was probably going to be more of the same. Something to not look forward to. Gone seemed to be the days when Isa enjoyed a size and strength advantage over her opponents, leading to fun tussles squeezing them into submission... But this was her life now, and she had a contract to adhere to. So another night, another match.

Isa - The Angel Of Ice

Hearing her entrance theme begin, the blonde let out a deep sigh and began marching steadily down the ramp. She took care to hide her frustration though, maintaining a graceful gait and subtly waving at the crowds all the while... Even if the the most observant viewers could probably tell that the subtle smile she still had forced on her was markedly colder than it usually had been. Sliding graciously inside between the ropes, the blonde then performed her usual procedure of getting up on the ropes at each side of the ring, making sure to greet all of the crowds with a polite, cute, momentarily a bit wider smile, while subtly rolling her eyes a little at her opponent's decision to stay on the top rope.

Finally settling down in her corner, Isa then removed her cape while beginning to measure her opponent from her head to toes with her icy eyes. And to her slight surprise, she actually didn't seem all that big though.. Probably not exactly even a heavyweight. Sure, that seemed to be some good news... But honestly, Isa's confidence was so low by now that she couldn't really believe it would make such a big difference. Still, the Angel of Ice observed her opponent, and was ready to meet her in the middle of the ring in case she appeared to want to do so before the bell would ring.