Standard Match
Win Via Pinfall, KO, or Submission
!0 Count for Ring Outs. Spoiler
Clyde Gastin came down the entrance ramp in front of the cheering crowd as his theme played before the capacity packed LAW Arena! Standing at 5'7" and 140 pounds, the 24 year old blonde haired cowboy appeared on stage with a wide smile as he waved to the fans from the stage before he made his way down the ramp, highfiving fans along the way!
Clyde had not done the best in LAW. His past few outings had him take quite a few beatings but tonight he intended to do much better, after all he was paired up against a young rookie, at least he was told such, a young woman making her debut was the rumor and while Clyde chuckled at the idea of him, a veteran, having to beat a rookie, he figured a win was win.
He made his way to his corner and pandered to the fans before leaning against his corner and awaiting his opponent to appear tonight.
Marisol smiled and got herself ready backstage in preparation for her debut match tonight. Not only that but it was a match against a male wrestler as well. Something that would surely intimidate some making their debut, but the challenge only excited her and made her more eager to make a good first impression on the LAW audience, and there was no better way than winning. Looking up as her entrance music kick on over the speakers of the arena Marisol would smile as she then stepped through the curtains and out onto the entrance ramp already full of energy! Spoiler
Smiling brightly before the fans and looking around for a moment Marisol would raise her hands up as she began making her way down the ramp, getting some decent cheers and cries of excitement for herself as a result. Though she surely attributed some of it to politeness, and also to her... natural assets and beauty. Especially in her gold and crimson attire that only accentuated the latter aspects but she certainly didn't mind the early boost to her popularity. Spoiler
Upon reaching the ring and climbing the steps to the apron Marisol would turn around so her back was to the ropes, smiling out at the crowd with one hand held up before leaning back and over the ropes into the ring properly. Turning around and facing her blonde opponent Marisol would look at him confidently with a determined gaze in her eyes, despite the fact he was almost a half foot taller than her and surely had at least a fifty pound weight advantage, but she didn't back down. Strutting towards the man she would hold her hand up to him for a polite handshake prior to the match beginning.
When Marisol appeared, Clyde was visibly star struck… This Amber haired, buxom cutie appeared on stage, beautiful and regal as she was adorned by the crowd. She had long lush hair, a striking pretty face, her waist and legs were taut and slender and her ample breasts had the boy downright swooning.
He almost felt bad he was going to have to smash this poor little rookie.
He puffed out his chest and met her half way in the center of the ring to tower over her. He noted her cute confidence and she was honestly more beautiful up close. Her lips were alluring, her eyes were piercing and her body had him feeling rather lively in more ways than one. But really, what struck him was her confidence, she didnt seem at all nervous. He did like that.
He took her hand though, gently, almost like he was afraid of being too rough. He gave a gentle shake and held onto her hand while peering down at the Spanish princess
“Yer awfully cute. But you sure youre old enough to be here, Princess?” He knew she was of age but she looked very young, and he had every intention of teasing and annoying the flower princess.
