Marzia Servelli vs. Breanna Laney: Falls Count Anywhere

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Match Type: Falls Count Anywhere Match
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout. Pinfalls will apply outside the ring. If Marzia loses the match, she must retire; if Breanna loses, she must become Marzia's tag team partner.

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This was it. Marzia stood backstage before the mirror, staring into her reflection with tense anticipation. Her heart was beating fast inside her chest, and her fingers gripped the edge of the sink with a white-knuckled grip. She had never been this nervous before a match in her life - not even from her very first time in the ring, and that was saying something. But that time, the only thing on the line was her dignity and good name. This was far different. Her entire career in wrestling could well become a mere flash in the pan, and it would all depend on if she won this match or not.

Breanna Laney might have been a friend when she first met Marzia, coming over to LAW. The two had hit it off well in their first match; even if Marzia had lost, she had still forged a close bond with her opponent and earned her respect. It was a respect she was glad to have, and for the first time she felt in control; she felt like she had people she could fall back on. They even made plans to form a tag team, and from there they were going to take LAW by storm, together as one, with each one covering for the others' weaknesses. It was the closest shot Marzia had ever had to the top...

...And then Breanna had turned her back on her, revealing her true colors. To her, all Marzia was was a hopeless jobber who never had anything going for her. Her attempts at wrestling were all just striving aimlessly towards a goal that could never be reached. Sure, Marzia had to admit, she hadn't won a lot of her matches, but each time she had given it her all, and her spirit had never died. Despite all adversity, she had never given up.

Until now. Because Marzia might not have a chance. As their promo had revealed, this was a match being fought to heavy stipulations. If Marzia lost this time, she'd have no choice but to retire. She'd have to find some other job; she could hardly imagine what it would be at this rate, as she'd been wrestling for so long that she was at a loss to imagine herself elsewhere. She didn't want to think about that too hard. But, on the flip side, if Marzia did win, she and Breanna would be tag team partners, whether she liked it or not. It wasn't just that she was going after what could have been - knowing what Breanna thought of Marzia's apparent weakness, to be stuck in a team with her would be the ultimate humiliation, and a situation where Marzia would be able to have her control of her locked down. With her eye on her, she could make sure Breanna wouldn't do anything funny. And maybe she could even convince her to come back around, or at least to prove to her that she really did have what it took.

She just hoped that she would make it.

"Now, coming first to the ring, from Rome, Italy! At 5'2'', weighing 140 lbs., MARZIAAAAA SERVELLI!"

Appearance

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Marzia made her way out onto the rope, as her music played. This was no time for any flashy entrances, though. There was a lot on her mind, and it all was weighing heavily on her. Each step was made with purpose, and she bit her lip, trying to avoid eye contact with the audience. If she put too much concern on the people watching her, then it could keep her attention away from what really mattered. She gulped, coming to the side of the ring and going to step inside. And that was when she saw it - the referee had a briefcase in her hands for this one, and Marzia knew well what would be inside. Two contracts, waiting to be signed - one of which would bring the end of her career. Taking in a breath, she looked off, trying to distance that from her mind as she awaited Breanna's entrance.

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“HARDCORE COUNTRY!!!”

The speakers blared the theme of Breanna as she strolled our with a trash can filled to the brim with weapons. The crowd massively booed her not just cause she was a heel, but because she made Marzia out her everything on the line. Like she ever gave a damn to begin with. She was embarrassed and she didn’t want to be stuck with this jobber who didn’t do a damn thing with her career. She might as well quit and sign the contract cause Breanna was going to hurt her.

Breanna came down as she snickered and smirked at Marzia setting her trash can down. She slid in the ring as she pushed Marzia back as the ref separated the two not wanting to get the action started too early. The crowd was firmly behind Marzia in a landslide as they wanted to see the underdog finally get that big win. Show Breanna that she wasn’t some loser, but Breanna believed her own “truth”. She believed Marzia wasn’t worth her time, but she was going to make Marzia learn to never cross her.

“Her opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee, Breanna Laney!”

Breanna raised a fist and flipped off Marzia as the crowd booed her. Security had to be on alert just in case anyone wanted to attack Breanna. Breanna loves the hate, it’s what she hoped for.

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Marzia went tense from the moment that Breanna entered the arena, her fists clenching as her lip coiled in a snarl. Before her opponent and ex-friend had even done anything, already the tensions were high. She could definitely sense the anxiety in the air; she knew the crowds were getting upset by the country girl's presence, and Marzia herself was too. If anything, she was the one who had the urge to run out and give Breanna a solid clothesline. But she wouldn't be doing this now. This wasn't the time.

She would, however, have a couple of choice words to share with Breanna, stepping over to put a foot on the ropes to hoist herself up and make up for her shorter stature. She shoved a finger in Breanna's direction, glaring down at her. "Look at you!" she shouted. The confidence seemed to build in her now, as she knew everything was on the line. She couldn't just roll over and hand off this moment. "This is how you treat the people who came here to see our match? At least my fans...they've stuck with me this whole time! It might have been rocky, but they've been there, and I wouldn't ever dare let them down!" Saying such words actually gave her a bit of pause - was she admitting that she actually had fans? That people were coming out to watch her? Regardless, Marzia couldn't let that hold her back. To admit fear or uncertainty, even for a moment, in front of Breanna would mean suicide.

"Well, whatever the case is...we should be glad they hate you so much, because now they'll be even more hyped to watch me get back at you for all you've done!"

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Breanna stares down Marzia with a chuckle as she called for a mic. She swiped it from the ring announcer and stood close with Marzia. She raised it to her lips, but the boos prevented one word from coming out as Breanna started getting annoyed.

“Shut yer mouth, youngin. Ah couldn’t care less what speech you have made before hand or what made you think these fans actually like you. They pity you, because for years, you’ve been a big joke. You haven’t made any name for yerself. Who’s Marzia? The girls that lost every match she’s been in? Why would anyone remember a name like Marzia? Tell ya what, I’ll give a chance to correct this matter.”

Breanna motioned for the briefcase as the ref handed it to her. She opened it and threw it off to the side holding Marzia’s contract in paper form and shoved it into the Italian girl’s hands.

“Sign that contract and get the hell of Japan. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you sign it from your hospital bed.”

Breanna threw the mic to the outside and put her hands on her hips. She knew Marzia wouldn’t sign it, but she did want this rookie to face the reality of what could possibly happen...nah, she thought, what will happen when she decimates this jobber.

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Marzia stepped back from the ropes, backing up from the center of the ring as the stage was handed over to Breanna. Marzia huffed, forced to stand back and watch as her friend turned rival would try and steal the spotlight as she took the microphone right out of the announcer's hands. As Breanna taunted her, at first she felt a blush come to her cheeks as she heated up from the shame of being called out in front of the crowds. But that wouldn't last - soon, as a matter of fact, she would find herself emboldened, as she listened to the crowd start to meet Breanna's speech with boos! She was confused at first, not used to having this kind of support. But she couldn't run away from this. Far too much was on the line!

Gulping, Marzia swallowed her nervousness and crossed her arms, staring Breanna down as she folded her arms. She grit her teeth, and her nails dug into her shoulders. Her hatred and anger at Breanna was building by the minute, and she could hardly keep it in. It seemed at any moment, she would be ready to explode! The fear she had felt previously seemed miles away from her now. Now, there was only anger. She was downright offended that Breanna would dare say such things to her, but she was going to show her what for. She wasn't going to take such a thing laying down.

As Breanna took the contract out and passed it to Marzia, the Italian snatched it back from her. She took one look down at the terms, but she didn't need to read it; she knew well what it would mean. Instead, she looked back up at Breanna with a glare.

"How about you take a look for me?" she shouted back, before shoving the piece of paper straight into Breanna's face! As she struck back, the technicians rushed to ring the bell to herald the match's start, seeing that it was already erupting.

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Breanna then tackled Marzia into the corner and rammed her into the corner multiple times. She grabbed the rookie and shoved her onto the ring apron. She then runs the ropes and hits a basement Dropkick to Marzia to the floor as Breanna was keen on making her life hell in this match.

Breanna exited the ring and went over to her trash can bringing out a kendo stick as she waited for Marzia to rise. She was ready to give this rookie the whacking she deserves. Once Marzia would stand up, she tried for a body shot with the stick.

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The match had just begun, and already chaos had broken loose. No sooner had Marzia, quite literally, started rubbing her contract in Breanna's face that she decided to strike back hard, slamming Marzia straight in the corner. The Italian girl let out a scream as she was swept back in the commotion, landing hard against the ring post a couple of times before Breanna threw her into the ground. She groaned, but the worst was yet to come. Just as Marzia was beginning to pick herself back up, Breanna charged in again, hitting her with a dropkick that sent her collapsing face-first into the mat with a muffled moan of pain.

Thus downed, Marzia would be left out of things, and her eyes would be off of Breanna's antics, leaving the country girl with free reign to retrieve something to arm herself with. Totally oblivious to her plan, Marzia would begin to rise just as she came back in with the kendo stick and whacked her right across the side. She fell back against the ropes, managing to catch onto them to keep herself up, but her feet threatened to slip from underneath her.

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“All you have to do is say ah quit and that’s it.” Breanna taunted.

She used the kendo stick to hold Marzia against the ropes before driving knee attacks into Marzia’s stomach bruising it badly. Breanna then slapped the face of Marzia as she raised the stick as the crowd booed her out of the building. She even took a soft drink from a crowd member as she took a drink and met with a face of disgust. She then dumped the drink on Marzia throwing the empty cup down on her.

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"Nngh...like I'd ever..." Marzia shot back, starting to pick herself back up - but it wouldn't be long before Breanna would close in on her and press her back into the ropes before hitting her stomach with a number of knee strikes, each one bouncing her back against the ropes as she coughed and groaned. Stunned as she was she was at Breanna's mercy as the merciless country girl continued to slap at her. As she spilled a cup full of soda over her head, Marzia was starting to have enough - or rather, she had had enough long before then, but she wasn't going to take this any more.

At last, she worked up the anger to fight back, to give Breanna a good piece of her mind. Still up against the ropes, Marzia would try to latch her arms into place around her opponent's waist, and lifting her up, she would go to suplex her straight over the ropes and onto the unforgiving floor below!

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Breanna was loving her dominant streak, but she took her eyes off Marzia to gloat before Marzia came back grabbing for a quick Suplex on the floor. Breanna was stunned silly as she screamed as her back made devastating contact. She rolled away and tried to huddle up near the barricade and rest while trying to kick away any attempts Marzia made to grab her.