Always Bet On Black: Blake Belladona vs. Johnny Atlas

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No Disqualifications Match
Victory Conditions: Pin, Submission or KO

All things considered, Roman would safely say that this little capitalistic venture of his was progressing rather swimmingly. Not that his criminal underworld enterprising wasn't profitable in it's own right, Roman was even becoming renowned amongst mob-bosses as the man who can get you absolutely anything...for the right price, that is. Except that grifting and loan-sharking can get quite tedious after a spell, even with fat stacks of cash to keep him company at night. However there was a certain level of excitement inherit within this ostentatious atmosphere that matched up perfectly with his thrill-seeking nature as the habitual gambler he was. Expanding his reach into the world of wrestling was even earning him some unexpected dividends, such as getting to know other likeminded clientele who could perhaps be negotiated into joining his faction or becoming mutually beneficial partners. Roman's corrupting and shadowed tendrils were indeed beginning to take root around here, and were practically shadowing him right this very second as he strolled towards the blackened curtains within the gorilla position.

Casino Royale

Johnny Atlas

Flashes of various casino themed iconography were beginning to flash across the gigantic screen above the entrance ramp as Johnny's fetching theme started being played all throughout the arena. Suits of cards fluttering around, dice being rolled around a bustling craps table, and slot machines rolling triple seven's all perfectly setting the environment for the Dapper Gambler's strolling appearance at the top of the ramp. Fake dollar bills fluttering down from the ceiling and all showcasing his snarky likeness. Brandishing an egotistical smile himself beneath his low-tipped bowler hat, now masterfully twirling his cane around as if it was second nature while waltzing towards the ring seemingly without a care in the world. Tipping his hat up to cast his emerald gaze at the emptied ring as he jaunted up the steel steps and into the ring. Once inside the Dapper Gambler would offer a gentlemanly bow to the audience while tipping off his bowler hat, offering both his hat and cane to the referee before he'd take his position at his corner. Casually flicking a coin into the air and catching it as he awaited what he foresaw as another promising prospect for his ever-growing faction as well...

[Ultima]

Blake tends to do partial research on her opponents. That way she is not completely blindsided by them. Knowing something’s is better than knowing nothing. What Blake learned about Johnny was nothing she was happy to learn. The opposite was true, the man was the worst of the worst in her eyes. Blake wouldn’t even be surprised if he rolled out with some group of hired help. Which may end up winning the match for him. Johnny reminded her too much of what her family had done before in their respective careers. Something Blake was already trying to escape, yet fate would have Blake face off against such a hateful reminder. Internally this match meant more to Blake than people would realize. Talking to herself before the match, Blake would reassure her on some things. Guys like these are a dime a dozen. Words with hidden meanings, actions that always had some added benefit and everything else thats crappy Blake finished with a sigh. Luckily before her mind would wander to dark places it was time to make an entrance.

Spoiler

The lights would darken and search lights would go off, as if looking for some sort of thief or criminal. Suddenly a puff of black smoke would appear on the entrance ramp. With an impressive pose and display, Blake would dissipate the smoke as she stayed in her ninja like stance. The audience were all up and cheering for Blake and her entrance. Blake was never really a crowd pleaser, but she never hated them as well. So her response would be a lukewarm wave before shifting her gaze towards the ring. Now making her way towards it, Blake would give off this tense yet cool energy. Several kids watching would think that Blake is some sort of cool anti-hero. Reaching the ring, Blake climbed onto the apron and flip over the top rope. Showing a small hint of her abilities. Now in the ring, she would personally shoot daggers at Johnny with a glare. Before showing her able body with a standing backflip. Finishing her entrance by heading towards her corner and sitting atop it like a monarch. Just know, this is gonna be ugly for someone like you. Blake said dismissing Johnny. And before you deny it, I already know.

Main Attire

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Amidst the shadowed pall overtaking the arena due to Blake's entrance ceremony, a flickering spark brought about an orange hued illumination to Johnny's face as the Stylish Gangster lit himself a cigarette previously stowed away within his pocket. The emblazoned flame within the darkness taking liberties with portraying him in a sinister light. A calculating criminal biding his time with malicious indifference as Blake started making her way towards the ring, Johnny taking a smooth drag from his personal favorite brand of cigar all throughout her theatrical arrival. Typically, people tend to light one up whenever they need to soothe their anxiety riddled nerves, but Johnny's composed confidence never seemed to falter. Even when Blake directed murderous malice his way with but one sideways glare. Although a quirked eyebrow was made in response as he pondered if he'd perhaps had dealings with the Belladonna name in the past which earned her ire. Maybe protection money he bilked out of them, or absconding with their life savings after selling them a dob story. Bah, Johnny just can't keep track of all the people he cheated nowadays.

"Well-" Johnny's initial retort to Blake's ominous threat being cut off by the black cat in mid-sentence, much to his chagrin. The time waiting patiently with a cordial nod to be assured that he could respond without interjection. "...*Ahem*...As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted...well, that must be some crystal ball you have in order to so vividly predict the future like that. Certainly hope you never frequent any of my legitimate gambling establishments, otherwise you might leave me penniless. Oh but come now. What's with the attitude, kitty cat?~...We've only just met and already you've got the claws out. What a hideous world this is where two like-minded competitors can't even have a civil discourse before an honest matchup without one of them already threatening violence upon the other. Tsk, Tsk..." Johnny sighed dejectedly as he approached the middle of the ring, the official meeting them there and asking him to put out the cigar or at least hand it over. For now though all she would get for her troubles is a cloud of smoke blown in her direction, prompting a few spastic coughs out of the referee from Johnny's disregard for fire safety laws.