Submission Match- Match must be won by tap-out or K.O
"Finally, an opportunity arises...
A suave voice said from backstage, the voice belonged to a dark-haired man, he had the body of a model, well-built but lean, and a chiseled face to boot, wearing a fur coat. He stood at a pretty diminutive height and had bright green eyes. He looked like a real character as he stood, waiting and biding his time to enter. He was soon called up to the ring. "Though a bit delayed for my liking..no matter."he thought to himself, getting up and walking out to the ring.
"This match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, hailing from the Arabian peninsula, weighing in at 175 pounds, Ma...RID!!!!Marid's theme
A minor guitar riff silenced the crowd as his entrance theme started to play, Marid, with his back turned and his arms outstretched for dramatic flair and an homage to a specific wrestler before the drums hit. Turning around and strutting the ring, his eyes focused on the ring and less around the crowd. He walked with purpose. He walked with strength. He took the middle rope with intensity and brought himself upwards and into the ring, waiting for his own opponent to make his way to the ring. Main Attire.
Marid would soon start to strip himself of his coat, revealing his near-perfect body, for any girls or boys in the crowd to swoon over. Waiting for his opponent to make their appearance.
It wasn't long before Louise followed suit, strutting down the ramp, attempting to mock Marid. It seems like Raven has lightened her up, as she could barely take such a flamboyant man seriously. However, despite that, Louise still had high hopes for this match. After her easy victory against Hitomi and Lily, she needed someone who could top her bloody, brutal back and forth with Renee, so when the woman's division failed her, she switched to the men, hoping that they'd be far rougher on her than any of the girls were.
As she gets closer to the ring she slips under the ropes and quickly rises to her feet to see her new adversary in all his splendor. The first thing she noticed from her research on the man was that he was rather wealthy. Raven thought he was a complete dork, but Louise on the other hand was left a bit speechless. She, of course, mocked him, but she couldn't help but acknowledge her strange addiction to wealthy people. They always tend to have a sharp tongue, and an unrivaled sex appeal to them. Louise's friend made it clear to her that it was probably due to her past, but she found nothing wrong with it. She herself already had a rich friend in the form of Octavia, but she happened to disappear not too long ago, so might as well introduce herself to another one, and hopefully let the wealth rub off on her in the process. "Hey limp-dicked fuckboy, guess the money has gotten to your head if you think you can beat me, eh?!" She grinned seductively, surprisingly treating her opponent like how she'd treat any other female wrestler. Raven had theorized that she would for sure fall head over heels for the man, but at the moment, he seemed like a complete jerkoff.
Match Attire
Spoiler
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Mimicking his entrance was one thing, simply rolling his bright green eyes as the girl entered the ring. It was a surprise to fight some of the same height too, usually, it'd be size mismatches for the man but he couldn't underestimate her. The last time he underestimated someone half his size, he lost almost everything he built. He fixed the tape around his wrist, making sure they were tight but not tight enough to lose blood circulation in his hands. But as Louise took a moment to eye her opponent and Marid his, there seemed some form of connection between the two. Leading Marid to stare a bit longer than he was supposed to, almost going over the comment she made, but not for long, replying back with the same energy.
"Money can't buy this talent. However, I wouldn't expect you to understand. You seem to be allergic to it, given your sad excuse for an attire~"
DING!...DING..!DING!
A sly smirk would appear from the built man, almost seemed like he was trying to stifle a laugh by the looks of it, he amused her. More than most wrestlers he faced. Why was that? Marid wouldn't have time to contemplate this as the match would soon come to a start, the bell ringing, signifying the start of this match!
"If you hate it so much, why don't you take it off of me then?" Louise attempting to distract the man with slutty flirts only a rich bastard like him could swoon over. She questioned if she meant it on purpose, but as soon as the bell rung, she left her emotional thoughts to the wayside. She needed to put her full attention if she wanted to overcome someone built physically bigger than herself.
Louise, having picked up some of Hitomi's moves, slipped under her opponent and went for a blow to his groin. She then stood behind him and kept hitting him in the left side of his body, hoping to give herself an opening so she could take advantage of it later in the match. To counteract the size difference, she leaped on the bottom rope and sent her boot into his back, hoping to knock him down on the canvas.
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"Tch."
Marid simply replied, not taking kindly to the lewd talk, this was however a wrestling match, he was going to be physical with a girl like herself. But once the bell ring, banter was done with, both competitors getting it on in the ring, Louise was slippery, slipping under the man, and trying to get a cheapshot with it, Fortier able to avoid it but was caught off-guard with some sudden strikes to his back!*
"Grgh..."
He grunted, being forced to a knee. Louise may have been right about him being a rich kid, but Marid had more than just good looks and a rocking bod. As Louise tried to bring the barely taller wrestler down with a boot to the back, he would quickly counter with a loud chop, his arm lighting up the well-endowed chest of his opponent! A loud SMACK! reverberating from the ring!
Louise groaned, biting down on her lip. She placed her hands over her breasts, prepared to make Marid pay for that. "Didn't your mom ever teach you how to treat a woman?" She kept joking before kicking his knee. She still couldn't understand why Raven assumed she'd fall head over heels for him, but he seemed like a competent fighter. He seemed to be rather cold, not really reacting to her humorous comments. She was no attention whore, but she certainly felt off not being able to put her foul language to good use.
In an attempt to catch a reaction from him, she leaped over his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was clearly bigger, but if she could keep him stuck trying to catch her, she could potentially outplay him.
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It wasn't like Marid was actively trying to get back at her for those comments, it was just whenever he was into that match, he was INTO that match. Groaning as his leg was caught by Louise's hard kick! He buckled a bit but he didn't falter, how could he? He grits his teeth as he is suddenly caught by the girl's chokehold! Quickly trying to free himself, Marid would try to free himself by striking at the girl's arms, contemplating on fighting a bit dirty by biting her but opting not to.
"Grrgh..."
Marid grunted, his arms soon stopping their beating on her as it seemed that Marid was fading, his arms slowly shaking as a sign of him maybe tapping! But no! Fortier held on, both arms grabbing at the back of her head and flipping her over to sitting position. Once he did, he would try to give her a message that he wasn't playing with her, reeling back a leg to absolutely BLAST Louise with a shoot kick to the back! If he was successful, the crowd would make a loud "Ouuhhh!" sound in sympathy for Louise's back.
Marid may have only gotten a few moves in compared to Louise but he made them count. And made them hurt too.
Louise assumed that as she was a woman, Marid wouldn't be much of a challenge. He'd surely go easy on her, but not easy enough for her to notice. However, she was dead wrong to assume so, Marid quickly turning the tides of the fight. She thought her opponent was rather bland and might not be much of a challenge outside of being harder to punch through. To her surprise, she was sent spinning a bit, placed down on her knees; Marid began to damage her back with a barrage of kicks to her spine. Louise shrieked at the top of her lungs, realizing why she hasn't found many guys before.
She'll admit, it wasn't as painful as her match with Renee, but Louise had just returned from a monthly break after her bad injuries in said match with Renee. She could feel her arms be worn down from the stretching, Louise hoping that at least her screams would make his ears bleed.
Despite that, she tried to turn her pain into a joke, "Ah!! Daddy!! Do you always get so rough with girls?!"
The audience glared disgusted at both of them, Louise feeling fairly proud of what she's done.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate the emotionally saturated.
If the embarrassment of her gaining the upper hand against him wasn't enough, that shriek for attention definitely was, making the dark-haired wrestler seemingly blush red from the reaction, he had the upper hand for sure and usually wouldn't let anyone have the chance to say that to anyone to him. But Louise was an enigma for the prodigy, a puzzle that frustrated Marid. Gritting his teeth and pressing his knee against the back of her clavicle, Marid would take extra measures to ensure she never embarrassed him like that soon. His hand holding her arms apart would soon come across the girl's mouth, the odd submission making for a good one as he focused on both her leg and face, mentioning to belt out two words when he finished with that hold...
"Shut...up.
It came more as a small growl than it did as he wanted to be: a command. The crowd, despite their glare at first, was invested in what they were seeing, with the ref trying to see if Louise would be ready to tap so soon!
Louise ignoring what he said, kept playing around with the man, most likely going to get kicked out of the mixed division after setting the woman's movement back a few years. She moaned erotically, fairly sure that his grip would loosen in embarrassment before both of her hands snapped from the pressure. She didn't see much in him, but he was certainly fun to tease.
Louise wanted to meet more men for more than just better fights, but damn did she get more out of this than her opponent. She deviously smirked, sticking her tongue out to annoy Marid some more. She didn't exactly have much power over the submission, and it hurt pretty badly, but at the very least, she could taunt him until he gave in. In fact, that's how she'd win the match, she'd bug him the fuck out until he gave up.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate the emotionally saturated.
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