Endless Imperium: E'isa Vs Ambre!

[XXVV]

What a showcase! Two prime heavyweights slugging it out in the middle of the ring! The resilience, power, ring-shaking force, all things that a true heavyweight showcased. Each showing why they were inches away from the mountain top, making it there via two completely different paths. One path rigorously paved out through sheer willpower and determination. Each loss was a lesson in Ambre's case; she was the visual representation of resilience. There were so few who fell as much as Ambre, yet she got back up every time. An unwavering desire to be great, to be one of the greatest, a very steep hill to climb, falling was vital! Still, it was something few could cope with, and even fewer could grasp.

E'isa, on the other hand, rarely encountered failure. Her only failures were not beating her current max at the gym. Having an off day or just being lazy. Losing in matches was not something she ever accounted for; it just didn't seem realistic. Especially with how physically dominant she was, her build, her work ethic, her otherworldly resolve, and freakish athleticism!

A chin check with the elbow, a gut check with the knee, and a fun suplex as the cherry on top. Each sound Ambre made, taking it, yet she still stood before the suplex. E'isa couldn't help but be happy, struggling to contain her excitement! Looking back at Ambre, smiling, the crowd applauding the display, yet some in the first row would look on at E'isa's expression, confused. They didn't understand the joy she felt, taking it, taking EVERYTHING AMBRE WAS GIVING HER! Taking it in stride, giving it back, what gave her the most joy was GIVING IT BACK! Ambre could take it; most would fold, but she could take it! A truly sinister grin came out as she eyed her rival.

"What a gift you are.."

E'isa would casually walk over to Ambre, attempting to grab her by the hair, and slowly raise her to her knees. Looking at Ambre deep in her beautiful eyes, they were so radiant! Glowing in such a way that she couldn't help but gaze into them!

A beautiful amber hue, a Black Pearl with eyes that could leave anyone memorized. E'isa could see the fire, the desire in her eyes. The idea of breaking her down, breaking her apart, made her want to bite her lip! Breaking Ambre's spirit, handing her a crushing loss, the feeling of pinning this woman on her ascent, a true beacon of hope for the people at home. The shining example of what never giving up truly meant!

There was no greater feeling. She had handed many Law hopefuls packing. Giving them a taste of reality when faced with a one-in-a-million talent like herself! She was the bar, and they had fallen short. Believing Ambre would be no different!

"What beautiful eyes, such a shame! I'm gonna be shutting them soon enough, but for now.. SUFFER SLOWLY.."

Gripping Ambre, E'isa would attempt to bring The Pearl to her feet, get her arms wrapped tightly around her waist from the back, and squeeze tightly! Right before aiming to send her backwards sharply! Looking to bring her down hard onto the canvas with a vicious German Suplex!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was lying on the mast, grunting and panting in pain, immobilized by fatigue and her body on fire after this exchange of blows. Mentally... Ambre has never been so low, yet she knew how powerful E'isa was during their brawl at their first meeting... But she would have liked not to lose, she wanted to be the best and she trained day and night for that...

...But a strange feeling ran through the Frenchwoman's body as she saw E'isa approach her and pull her hair, a feeling of envy... A competitive desire to defeat her rival! But although her mind was starting to recover, this was not the case for her body which forced Ambre to remain still for a few more seconds, leaving only the Frenchwoman the possibility of throwing a glare at E'isa.

“Nnghh.. Grrrr..!”

But that would not be enough to repel her opponent, even less to avoid what awaited her ! E'isa forced the Black Pearl to stand up, forcing Ambre to her feet before grabbing her by the waist and lifting her once again, crushing the Black Pearl against the mat with a German Suplex much more powerful than the previous suplex, stunning the frenchwoman in the center of the ring !

"GRRAHHH!..."

[XXVV]

It would seem as though E'isa was starting to find her groove! The start was a bit rough, but she would recover and rebound from it. Back on her feet, dropping Ambre on repeat. Fresh off the shit-talking, and clean, picture-perfect German Suplex. She would look at Ambre down in the middle of the ring. Hitting a kip-up before she would slowly walk over to her.

"THIS IS YOUR HERO!?"

Poking fun at the crowd, boos raining down, smirking at the crowd in Rome. What felt like half the crowd seemed to want Ambre to get back up, wanting to see the Frenchwoman put E'isa in her place. It made her want to toy with the pearl a bit more.

"What's wrong, Amby? I thought you could take it?"

Her custom boot rose a bit before it would come down on Ambre's shoulder. Nudging it, disrespecting her, playfully mocking her inability to get up at the moment. E'isa enjoyed every second, soaking in the boos and Ambre's struggles, but her reluctance to get up led E'isa to poke more, poke deeper.

"Get up, loser! You have zero worth on the ground.. I know you make a living eating dirt, but this is disgraceful."

E'isa's boot rising and dropping on repeat, as she would nudge and stomp on Ambre's downed body. Poking the pearl, though, at this point, she didn't know if she was fighting The Black Pearl or a fraud!

"Do the French always fold so easily? You look pitiful. Get up and fight, clown."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was launched a second time before crashing against the mat, sighing heavily in pain this time and remaining on the ground, lying on her painful shoulder. The Frenchwoman was starting to lose patience and her grip on the match, and although she had the support of the spectators because she was a babyface, her opponent reminded everyone, even Black Pearl, that she wasn't a heel for nothing!

"Gnnhhh!..."

Ambre bit her lip to avoid reacting to the insults and provocations, she groaned to hide the pain with each painful stomp on her shoulder, and above all, she glared at her rival, who took advantage of the situation to trample the Frenchwoman as if she were nothing more than a common insect. This angered Ambre, not to the point of losing her composure, but enough for her to move despite the pain.

She raised her hand, gripping E'isa's ankle tightly and squeezing it forcefully. Despite the uncomfortable position, she tried to lift her opponent's boot to remove it. The Black Pearl was strong as she was, but she was weakened and in an unsuitable position... It was already a miracle that she could alleviate the pain by lifting her opponent's foot even a millimeter!

"If I get up... You'll regret it!"