Ingrid Fuentes vs. Ossi Shamar

[Lunaspark]

Standard Match
Win by pinfall, knockout, or submission

Arrogance.

That was the only word that could be used to described Ingrid Fuentes as she stepped out into the LAW arena, a cold and emotionless expression on her face as the crowd began to rain their boos down upon her. There was an aura of sheer arrogance surrounding her, an air of cockiness that was easy to decipher. This was a woman who knew she was the best at what she did, and while it had been a while since she had climbed into the LAW ring, she was ready to give everyone, audience and wrestler alike, a harsh reminder of that truth.

She stood there for a moment, cloaked in her typical entrance cape...

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...then sneered, beginning her descent towards the ring.

Once she reached the bottom of the ramp, she climbed into the ring and headed towards it's center. With a single slick motion, she reached up, unclasping the cape and letting it fall to her feet, before turning towards the arena entrance. There was an impatient glimmer in her eye, an easy-to-miss look that revealed her anxiousness, her desire for her opponent to hurry up and arrive. Ingrid was ready to begin what she was sure would be a short, simple match, and the sooner it began, the better.

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Ossi scowled backstage as she readied herself for her next LAW match. The Syrian beauty wore her classic wrestling gear - her green and gold lycra cropped top, briefs, golden gloves and green boots. Her long, luscious dark hair spilled down the back of her neck and she planted her hands on her curvy hips, waiting to enter.

Ossi Shamar

So far her arrival in LAW had not been covered in glory as she had hoped, and the haughty wrestler was determined to make her mark on the competition now, to show the competition that she was one of their betters and was owed their respect!

Her music

Fierce Pop Starlet

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J73NDCSMoF4

exploded from the main speakers and Ossi stepped out onto the entrance ramp, hand on her hip, the other swaying by her side as she swaggered confidently down to the ring. She climbed the apron, ducking between the middle and bottom ropes before straightening up, extending both hands to the sky and walking around the ring before her eyes settled on her next opponent.

She smirked. Her opponent looked aloof and dismissive, a cloak gathered at her feet from where it had fallen. Ossi folded her arms, staring at Ingrid.

"I hope you're ready to have that look wiped off your face!" she blustered. "You'll show respect to the House of Shamar!"

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Ingrid stared at Ossi, her face remaining cold and expressionless, as she watched the younger and smaller woman making her way to the ring, watching her come down the ramp and pass through the ropes. She stared at her, unmoving and silent, as the girl turned her gaze towards her, shouting out her threat towards her.

Ingrid wasn't impressed by what she was seeing.

She remained standing there, a silent statue, staring eternally towards Ossi. She showed no signs of movement, no signs of vocally acknowledging the woman. She simply remained there, staring her down, even as the referee stepped in to gather her fallen cloak and to signal for the bell to ring.

Then, when the bell rang out, Ingrid began to move.

With a single loud roar aimed at the younger woman, Ingrid exploded towards her. She burst towards Ossi, one arm swinging upwards towards Ossi's chest, the pink-haired latina trying to nail the girl with a quick, stiff clothesline, wanting to get the match started off quick.

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A prickle of annoyance shot through Ossi as her opponent completely ignored her words, just giving her a cold, disrespectful stare. A petulant expression crossed her face and she glared at Ingrid.

"And you don't even speak? Hmph. Well you can be as silent as you want, but I'm still going to beat you!" A little unsettled by the continued lack of response, Ossi could add nothing more, simply waiting for the match to start. She dropped into her wrestling crouch as Ingrid's cloak was removed and the bell rang.

She moved a couple of paces forward before she realised that Ingrid was racing out of the corner towards her, the pink-haired latina moving with surprising speed. Ossi hesitated as a roar burst forth from her opponent's mouth, surprised and suddenly intimidated by the display. The hesitation cost her as she didn't react in time.

"Wha-UNNNGHH!" she cried as Ingrid crashed a clothesline into her chest with enough force to knock the Syrian beauty flat. Ossi coughed for breath, her back hitting the mat and her arms and legs splaying out in all directions as she struck the ground. With a groan of pain she tried to roll over and push herself up onto all fours, trying to recover from the surprise opening assault.

[Lunaspark]

An arrogant smirk crossed the face of Ingrid, the cold looking woman finally showing some emotion as she turned back towards Ossi, slowly stepping towards her. Pathetic. That was the single word dancing through her mind as she stared down at the fallen Syrian. Ossi was pathetic to have fallen for Ingrid’s intimidation, and going down like a sack of bricks did little to change Ingrid’s opinion of her.

She moved in towards the girl and leaned over, taking a thick handful of her hair in each hand. She began to pull and to jerk, forcing the Syrian back up to her feet, and once she was standing Ingrid began moving towards the corner, trying to drag Ossi along with her. Once she reached her destination, she would then let out another yell, trying to swing the smaller woman around and slam her body up against the turnbuckle.

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Ossi groaned, the pain in her chest slowly subsiding as she pushed herself onto all fours. She cursed herself for being taken off guard; knocked down so easily and be down on the mat in front of her aloof opponent. However, before she could recover fully she felt her opponent grab two handfuls of her thick brown locks.

"AIIGH!" Ossi squealed, her hands flying up to paw at Ingrid's grip, desperately trying to break the grip. "Get your... hands off me!" she quipped shrilly, wriggling as she was directed towards the turnbuckle. However, it appeared her opponent had Ossi well outmatched in strength and a moment later found herself spun and unceremoniously slammed into the turnbuckle.

Another gasp of pain escaped from her lips and her arms flopped over the top ropes as she slumped into the corner, momentarily winded by the impact.

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With Ossi hung up in the corner, and Ingrid still right in front of her, the pink-haired woman smiled coldly, having her opponent exactly where she wanted her.

She curled each of her hands into fists, and then began to swing at Ossi's bare, unprotected midsection. First one punch, then another with the opposite fist, and then a third with the first fist again. She was trying to hammer the girl's stomach, trying to land a series of rough blows on her, trying to soften Ossi up and make the young woman hurt!

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Ossi took a deep breath, trying to recover, but just as she started to pull herself up out of the corner, Ingrid was upon her again, the pink-haired wrestler not wasting any time in taking advantage of Ossi's vulnerable position.

"Unnh... unnh... unnh!" Ossi cried as a trio of brutal punches slammed into her bare midriff, rocking the Syrian heiress and driving the wind out of her body. With pain aching in her abs she slumped limp in the turnbuckle, head bowed as she struggled desperately to get her breath back, only just held upright by the fact that her arms were still hooked over the top ropes.

"Nnnnhh..." Ossi moaned weakly. She tried to pull herself back against the corner and look up, dazed and trying to focus on Ingrid, helpless to stop whatever followed up the barrage of punches.

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Each punch to Ossi's stomach sent a wave of excitement through Ingrid. Each unrelenting blow to her body made the villainous Latina grin wider and wider, her expression nearly mad as she pounded the woman's exposed midsection. The Syrian was helpless, and Ingrid was loving every moment of her assault upon her.

Pathetic.

After a couple more big, powerful shots to her gut, Ingrid finally ceased her hammering blows. She shifted the manner of her attack: instead of continuing to strike her stomach, Ingrid grabbed her by the hair, forcing Ossi to lean forward towards her. Then, she moved in close and snaked an arm around the brunette's neck. Taking a moment to step back and pull Ossi out of the corner, she then dropped backwards, trying to drive the woman into the mat with a quick, sharp DDT.

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A few more thumping blows to her midriff left Ossi limp, her body compliant as Ingrid made light work of her resistance. She moaned faintly as Ingrid's arm wrapped around her head, before her weak frame was peeled from the corner in a headlock. A realisation of what was coming made her struggle briefly, but it was far too late to thwart her foe, and the next instant she was whipped forward.

"AUUGHHH!" Ossi squealed as her skull was planted into the canvas by the DDT. She sagged against the mat, writhing weakly as she clutched at her aching head after the move. On some level she knew she needed to move, but right now she was so dazed that all she could do was lie there in a heap, totally vulnerable to Ingrid.