Welcome To My House: Isaiah Bowen vs. Alanna Antoinette. Prophet's House Match

[SimplePride]

Isaiah was walking toward the graveyard, when he noticed some dark clouds on the horizon, he stumbled back into the church, as it appeared it might start raining, and was met with a candlestick to the face, he fell over backwards and instinctively held his head, but, it appeared more confused and angry then hurt, "A candlestick, really? What is this, CLUE? It was Frenchie in the church with the candlestick!" He slowly got up, still holding his head, "This match is turning into a clusterfuck. Stay in here, it appears it might rain..." Isaiah still remembered it was a wrestling match, and Alanna was still holding a candlestick. Isaiah looked around for a weapon of his own, he saw a metal cross on the wall, "Lord, forgive me.." he said as he took it down and made a swing for Alanna.

[ScylliasExoter]

Alanna followed Isaiah and laughed at his complaining after whacking him in the face with the candlestick. ”Aww poor Isaiah is hurt by the holy objects. Is the church giving you- OW!” Alanna’s cried out in pain after Isaiah whacked her in the face with the cross. “REALLY?! Some Holy man you are using a cross like that!” Alanna slumped against the wall breathing heavily. After a pause she said, “Alright no more weapons. I value my face and you value your relics, one would think. Just you and me from here on out. Skill vs skill alone. Deal?”

[SimplePride]

Isaiah looked out the door, and a few raindrops had already started to drop. Alanna wanted to stop using weapons, and, if Isaiah was being honest, he wasn't a fan of using old religious relics as weapons, "Skill against skill alone, right. Fine, Timeout for me to put this cross back and for you to put that candlestick back..." he said as he put the iron cross back on the wall and Alnaa returned the candlestick, he looked out the door, it was now pouring rain, "You aren't afraid of storms, are you? he asked teasingly, as it seemed someone upstairs disapprove of fighting in a church...

[ScylliasExoter]

Alanna nodded at his proposal. “For you, I am the storm.” Her instincts told her to attack him from behind as he put the cross away, but she resisted the temptation. She wanted to prove she could beat him as she was. She waited for him to put his cross back and then walked outside with him into the rain. It was light for now; the thunder sounded in the distance. Alanna raised her arms to invite Isaiah to a test of strength in the storm.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah raised an eyebrow when Alanna walked out of the church and into the rain, Isaiah shook his head at her 'storm' comment, "Subtlety isn't your strong point, is it?" Isaiah than paused a minute to realize the irony of that statement, "Of course, that would be the pot calling the kettle black, wouldn't it? Fine, on guard!" Isaiah said as he accepted Alanna's test of strength, even though it seemed like strength wise, they were just about equal...

[ScylliasExoter]

The two rivals grappled for advantage in the rain. The thunderstorm raging in the background. The camera crew could only watch from the church, as they had not prepared for inclement weather. Alanna and Isaiah were evenly matched, with neither of them having the advantage. Figuring that an unstoppable force has met an immovable object, Alanna decided to change the game. The Frenchwoman shifted her footing and attempted to hip toss Isaiah. If successful, she would kick him in the back and lock in a dragon sleeper hold.

[SimplePride]

The two tangled in the rain, with the camera crew still in the church, but, it seemed their strength was just about equal. Isaiah happened to glance at the referee, who was NOT having a good time, being dressed in a nun's outfit, and now soaking wet, "Remind me to slip her another 50...oof!" Isaiah said as he was hip tossed to the ground, nearly missing one of the gravestones. He was soon in a dragon sleeper. He looked at the gravestone, it was Princess Daisy's "grave" Isaiah tried to muscle his way out, but, to no avail, as Alanna's grip held firm, Isaiah would attempt to kick Alanna in the head, to force a shock release. In the distance and in the Prophet's heart, the thunder rolled...

[ScylliasExoter]

The two got soaking wet really quickly in the downpour. Alanna laughed with joy as she wrapped Isaiah up in the dragon sleeper hold. She felt him writhe and squirm in her grip. But just when she thought she felt him slowing down, Isaiah displayed great flexibility and nailed her in the face with a kick. Alanna released Isaiah and fell backwards onto the ground. She crawled towards and propped herself up against a grave trying to get her bearings.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah's kick landed and Alanna was forced to abandon the hold. Isaiah laid there for a few second, the rain showing no signs of letting up. Isaiah slowly sat up, and noticed Alanna trying to regain her composure on a nearby "grave" this time, it was Francisca's grave, with the words "HAVE FAITH" plastered on the bottom. Isaiah smiled, this match was the epitome of cruel irony. As those gravestones were rather expensive, he wasn't going to use those tombstones in any way. Isaiah would get a breather for a few seconds before making her way to Alanna, before grabbing her wrist and lifteing her up, before attempting a Tombstone right under Alanna's premade grave!

[ScylliasExoter]

Alanna looked at the grave she was propped up against. “Of fucking course,” she thought to herself. Her recovery was interrupted by her foe grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. He scooped her up and walked her over to her own grave. Isaiah inverted her before delivering a thunderous tombstone piledriver. Alanna lay there unconscious, the rain pouring down on her. The ref dressed as a nun began her count.

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Maybe it was the downpour of rain, but Alanna burst awake at 8 and responded to the ref’s count. ”I’m awake!”. She was wobbly but managed to get to her feet.