A Breathless Showstopper: Edith Una Vs. Reina Izara

[king6y]

Bathed within a golden spotlight in the center of the ring, even Reina's stone faced expression couldnt help but crack into a smile as she stared at the stage. Edith Una, The Hidden Gem, The Professional herself was scheduled to be her opponent once again.

"It looks like the conqueror is stirrin' tonight!" Drawled Jane, watching Reina pace in the ring.

"I mean wouldn't you be, Jill? I'd be the same way if I got a chance to even the score!" Jane replied.

"You might right about that, but from the looks of things, getting revenge ain't the only thing on Reina's mind. With a smile like that you wouldn't thought she lost her last match." She said. "But maybe this time, in a match more her style, maybe the conqueror will be the one leaving The Hidden Gem lookin' at the lights."

On any other occasion, Reina would've been livid at being booked in another smother match. Of all the matches she could do, of all the ways sne could wrestle, and yet management seemed adamant on putting her in these night after night. And if it wasn't for who she was facing, she had half a mind to refuse it outright. But as she looked at who she was scheduled to facd, Reina couldn't help but be intrigued about how Edith would respond. Even in their last match, an accidental lewd action made the Gem as red as a ruby, she can hardly picture how Edith would be in a full on smother match like this.

But if there was one thing the conqueror knew, she knew Edith Una would certainly not disappoint her.

Reina Izara

[SweetHeart]

The familiar, funky bassline slithered through the arena, a stark contrast to the tension that had crackled in the air moments before. The spotlight swiveled from the ring to the stage as the music hit its first pause. There, back to the audience, stood a figure in a sharp, plum-colored suit. As the groove kicked back in, she spun, one hand adjusting her tie, the other thrown out in a pose that was all cool, collected elegance.

Spoiler

"From the renowned Matire Hotel, the hidden gem herself, presenting EDITH UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Edith Una glided down the ramp, her expression a professional calm. But to those who knew her—and Reina certainly did—there was a tightness in her jaw, a simmering in her dark eyes that betrayed a flicker of annoyance beneath the polished surface. The cheers washed over her, but she didn’t seem to absorb them, her focus a laser beam fixed on the smirking woman waiting in the ring. She performed her usual ritual with clipped precision: wiping her feet on the apron, sliding between the ropes, a curt bow to the crowd. But when she rose, she didn’t immediately assume her corner. Instead, she walked calmly to the center of the ring, stopping just a few feet from Reina.

“A smother match,” Edith stated, the word leaving a faint distaste on her tongue. “Of all the stipulations. After our last… encounter. Is this some kind of get back, after I took two falls from you. I understand how management is "creative", but this feels… pointed.”

She took half a step closer, her professional demeanor a thin veneer over clear suspicion. “So I have to ask, Miss Reina. Did you have any say in this? Is this your idea of settling the score? Trying to Humiliate me?” She asked, clearing assuming that the girl may have done so to get back at her, Regardless of the answer, she'd simple end up turning to walk to her corner, annoyed or not, suspicious or not, the Professional would remain calm.