Isabella Astley vs Marc Karlsen - Dare To Be Bold

[Deus001]

Match Rules: Standard. Loser becomes a POW

Isabella hated one thing, that was being outside the mansion house. She belonged there and the outside world would be its own thing that she'd never have to fucking contemplate. Yet Courtenay dragged her here, kicking and screaming to compete in a match here tonight. The Most Loyal One paced around the locker room that they had, her adoptive mother Courtenay sitting cross legged nearby her.

"Why couldn't you just do this yourself?" Isabella hissed out as she kicked a set of lockers next to her in annoyance, was the mansion going to be alright without her? Arrrrgh all this was frustrating to the black clothed woman, she glared harshly at Courtenay underneath her black cloth. The Machiavellian Queen was dressed in a tasteful pink dress that bordered on lingerie topped with a white furcoat.

Courtenay would stand up after hearing this and press Isabella's back right into the lockers, with a bemused smirk on her face she'd stroke the young Astley's chin. "Hmph! Your not usually so.......insubordinate Isa dear. But that's fine. In fact I want you to use that anger for this match, be a sweetie and demolish this fool that thinks he can get a free ride off you. Your his better and you'll show it." Courtenay would lean in closer, pressing her forehead against Isabella's and mutter "I want you to destroy him, then you can do what you like with him afterwards. Now off you go." she'd then sit back down and smirk.

Isabella stood there, snarling but then muttered "Fine." as she strode out the locker room door and damn near yanked the frame off the hinge as she stormed out to the hallway. The lights in the arena would dim out and fade to pitch black, as the opening notes of Isabella's theme song Let Me Carve Your Way would blare out from the speakers as the entrance ramp produced a dark purple fog from which Isabella would slowly emerge from.

Spoiler

"I once had some sweet memories
Its worth remains the same
How can I remember those moments, sweetheart?
They should have been right there....."

The Most Loyal One strode towards the ring, ignoring the many catcalls, boos and whistles she was getting. No doubt some of these fools actually saw her at the Astley mansion, as it stood however she had one thing on her mind. Destroying her opponent for tonight, nothing else mattered. Everything else was a distant second as she jumped to the apron and elegantly did a forward roll leap right into the middle of the ring!

Vanish into dark!!!!!!
Future, Now and Past
Vanish into dark!!!!!!
When it all mixes up

The white haired girl then simply strode to her corner and stood there with her arms folded, huffing quietly to herself at how stupid this whole thing was. Yet she had something to attend to, so be it. She'd handle this task and then be back to her room before the night was out, now she just had to wait and see who she was dealing with here tonight!

[Rougue]

This was going to be Marcs first official single match and the man was beyound excited for it, though he was a bit dissapointed that Annika wasn't there to cheer him on for this fight. According to him she had to pick up some ingredients for tomorrow. Because of that he was a bit down but thinking of the POW stipulation made it feel less bad. Afterall he was able to make the woman his prisoner for the night. Marc just prayed that his opponent was a hottie. He didn't know who that Isabella was but with this name he hoped for the best.

Marc entered the arena and, even thought there were not many, he was still happy that some people cheered as he walked in. The last time he did that Marc had Annika at his site but this time it felt more intimidating to make this all by himself. He took a few steps and immediatly crawled into the ring. There he saw Isabella and Marc was not dissapointed. This woman was nothing compared to what he hoped for. Only looking at her made his trunks a bit tighter and his heartrate higher. He would breath to calm himself down as he got a bit closer to the middle of the ring.

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"H-Hey ähm.. Hello there. I see you are the opponent they picked for me. I am yours. I mean I am your opponent Marc. Hehe-"
With the grace of a newborn antilope who tried to go for his first steps, Marc introduced himself while stil being under the spell of his opponents beauty. His face becoming completly red.

He just wanted the match to start to rub her body on Isabellas and winning the match. So he could get her for the night and then make her cook a nice meal for him in her underwear.

[Deus001]

Isabella leaned on the corner there as she huffed to herself, it seemed that her opponent was making their way to the ring here. Seemed young, trim and decently built. Fine enough Isabella reasoned for what Courtenay might want out of all this, but his nerves and lack of tact was evident the second he opened his mouth. The white haired harlot raised an eyebrow from his words, well at least she got the guy's name at least.

"Name's Isabella. I had to skip an important evening to be here, you better not keel over too quickly cause I got a lot of anger I need to get out." Ms Astley sharply said, there'd be no mercy, no reprieve in the mind of the most loyal one. Isabella mused that he might have a lack of fighting skill on his side there. That'd be another thing she'd need to address once she got hold of him after this match was concluded. Heck she even had the height advantage here too from the looks of it!

The most loyal one would settle into her stance, bouncing on her heels as she got herself primed and ready. DING! The bell was sounded and Isabella did what she did best, get stuck right in. Letting out a loud hiss the Astley would burst out the gate into a swift sprint and lept into a forward roll, bringing her right leg's heel up and forward to try and slam her thigh hard right into Marc's chest to see how he'd do with this sudden outburst as the match began!

[Rougue]

"Oh. Well then I hope I can still make it worth skipping your evening. Hehe"
Marc said not knowing what exactly to say to her but he thought that being careful at the start might be good. The evening she skipped might be important becasue she is really angry because of it, Marc thought to himself as he planned on how to approach the match. he is still quite the newbie and so, not wanting to repeat what happened in his debut match, the man tried to think carefully.

However, Marc was deep into his thought and didn't hear the bell at first. Surprised by the, sudden hiss from her opponent, Marc found his opponents tigh very quickly in his chest. His arm wrapped around as he coughed loudly from the impact. Stumbling back a few feet his thoughts started to race. This woman was not playing around and he got already hit pretty hard.

To not just stand around and wait for another attack from the woman, Marc would attempt to charge right at Isabella. Taking his right arm up he would attempt to swing his arm right into her face as a fast answer to the kick.

[Deus001]

Well the match was underway good and proper now, Marc had stepped in it. Although truth be told had he fought Isabella in the Astley manor's personal ring he'd likely have not suffered any less, the patrons of the place needed to be sated there also just like the crowd in attendance here. Truthfully Isabella was all too keen to just cut loose and take out some frustrations in the ring now that she was here and Marc was gonna be rendered her crash test dummy if she had her way there.

Still it seemed that Marc was able to actually at least take a hit there when he recovered in time to catch Isabella as the most loyal one made to rise up following her bowling roll kick there. The lad would succeed with his clothesline there aimed right at her head. "Ghgn!" Isabella hissed out as she was made to get sent crashing right back to the mat with a thud.

"Ngnn damn you....." the most loyal one hissed out as she winced at the impact, she was no stranger to pain there given her background there. But still that unsettled her, making Isabella a bit taken aback. A minor setback in her mind however, because Isabella wasn't going to be done by any means here..........

[Rougue]

Even though he took the full hit Marc did not back down and threw a counter right back at the white haired woman. He was mighty proud at this and even grinned from the small victory. It might just be the start but for him it didn't matter. And to follow up this feeling Marc got when he got Isabella on the ground, Marc ran towards the corner and attempts to climb up the turnbuckle.

When that was done the man would attempt to jump forward, trying to slam his full weight, stomach first, into her opponent. It wasn't a good idea but Marc thought that after the hit to her head the white haired woman would just lay there a bit. So without any worries on his end he did attempt his move.

[Deus001]

Isabella mentally chided herself there as she took a tumble, it seemed that her time spent cooped up in that manor indeed did more harm than good for the most loyal one. She'd been too used to fighting people that were either drunk, didn't know the first thing about how to properly fight or on the rare instance she did it was some indie doofus that thought Isabella was a chump thanks to her complexion.

It seemed that it made Isabella a tad sloppy here in her actual in-ring debut here. Still she was tough and had vinegar in her veins and a lot of eagerness to take it out on someone as Marc would surely find out by the end of this engagement should the most loyal one have her way.

Speaking of the match it seemed that Marc was gonna go high risk there, Isabella quietly grimaced but she decided to just play along with it here. It wasn't a bad idea per se, she took to the ropes from time to time. Isabella would simply wait for it, when Marc committed to the leap. Then she'd simply bring up her knees to her stomach and planned to just let gravity do the rest and have Marc rendered crashed and burned in a heap near her with any luck.

[Rougue]

Marc took his leep of fate and jumped from the turnbuckle. Flying or rather falling with style through the air, he targeted Isabella, trying to hit her with his full body weight and getting close to the white haired wrestler. Having only the one on one body contact with her in mind, he came closer down towards Isa, but it didn't end like he expected, with Isabella on the bottom and he on top to show off. Instead he felt two sharp knees in his stomach.

As he had fallend onto his oppoentns knees, Marc shrieked in pain. He fell down, laying on the side of the white haired woman, warping his arms around his stomach and groaning in pain.
"Ahh! Crap...Hurts..."
He said as the pain was getting to him a lot. His plan backfired a lot and the man needed a bit to get a hold of the pain coursing through his body.

[Deus001]

Isabella could have gotten out of that situation easily, she could have rolled backwards into a handstand among other creative things. Yet for this opponent who seemed all too eager to be a great big yahoo of himself Isabella figured she might as well humour him and let him do exactly that, then let gravity do the rest. The white haired harlot sniggered quietly as Marc crashed and burned atop her killer legs, it resulted in the lad laying around not too far from the most loyal one.

Deciding to act on her previous idea Isabella would indeed roll backwards into a flawless handstand, letting her legs be perfectly balanced down the middle and letting her skirt flip down to reveal her leotard covered backside to the sounds of many a catcall and whistle. The most loyal one would then stand up right and glare downwards at Marc, before moving backwards and right towards the ropes. Whereupon Isabella would bounce off them and bound towards Marc in the hopes of landing right onto his neck and chest with a rolling thunder leg drop to take him for a loop and a half and be introduced further to her powerful weapons that were her pair of legs~

[Rougue]

After his plan got washed down the toilet, Marc was in severe pain after his opponents knees buried themselves into his stomach. Thoughts about getting up and back into the fight didn't even once came to his mind as the pain blocked any incoming thoughts. And with him rolling on groaning on the ground, Isabella could get up without any much trouble. Marc could only here the whistles from the crowd but was not able to see why which made him slightly sad.

However the worst was yet to come as he his neck and chest getting crushed by the impact of his opponents attack. Mar couldn't even cry or scream from the sheer pain he was feeling at the moment, becasue the white haired womans attack left him speechless. It felt like he couldn't breath as he just coughed loudly from the impact.

Getting dominated and brutalised like a puppet, Marc just tried to roll away and towards the ropes to get a small break from the assault even when it is just a little. Marc was completly in over his head in this match. The only hope he hadd of maybe getting back into the fight was that the white haired woman would stop her attacks for a few moments.