*Zetta's perilous journey to the top of the lightweight mountain had been anything less than ideal- After suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of Rose Matsumodo a mere handful of days ago, she was eager to try and bounce back on her feet however she possibly could. Fortuitously for her, the perfect opportunity presented itself in the form of Isaiah Bowen- He was rather unassuming and milquetoast, the taciturn easterner ruminated to herself, and if she could bury his face beneath her heel, then perhaps that would be the spark she needed to revitalize her waning career. Fastening her ceremonial headdress onto her shoulders, she marched out of the locker rooms and through the hallways, the baleful glare she started at anyone unfortunate enough to causing most to step aside and out of her warpath.*
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*Once the speakers started to belt out her theme, the vast majority of attendees began applauding her as if she had already asserted her dominance amongst the common rabble on the law circuit, and in a sense, she had- While not boasting the most outstanding record, her strategic wrestling tactics and aerial aptitude were second to none, and the audience was appreciative of this. Marching down the metallic ramp, she remained as apathetic as ever, reaching the ring apron before finally somersaulting into the otherwise vacant arena!*
"Thwump!" *Sticking the immaculate landing, she returned to nonchalantly sauntering towards her neutral corner, removing her ornate head gear before putting it on the outside of the stadium. Tonight was going to be her night, and this Isiah individual was going to feel the wrath of a phoenix scorned!*
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~. All my characters, all in one place~
Isaiah as used to being in this spot, this spot being second to enter, but, he was still getting used to not being the Prophet. Those religious gimmicks only held him back, it seemed to him. Still, he kept the Prophet around...just in case. He felt the problem wasn't the gimmick itself, but, an over-saturation. But, that was behind him now. As he finished the last of his pre-match stretches, his cue to enter the vaunted LAW arena came, and Greenwheel blared over the loudspeakers... Spoiler
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Isaiah walked out to the ring with purpose, no gimmicks, no brags, no fuss, all focus. On the back of his entrance robe read the words, "Destiny Not Prophecy" He frequently pointed to it. That was his code of honor. As he entered the ring, he finally got a good look at his opponent, and immediately turned pale, This girl had a very similar mask the Sheepherder wore, The sheepherder was a dark place in Isaiah's history that he wanted to forget ever happened, "Ghosts of the past, why do you continue to haunt me?" he mumbled to himself as he entered the ring. No matter, this was a chance to bury the past once and for all. He nodded toward his opponent, who apparently called herself a Phoenix, and took off his robe, revealing a rather simple, yet some would say revealing, wrestling outfit... Spoiler
*Paying very little to almost no attention to the designated rookie she was chosen to embarrass this evening, Zetta quietly contemplated how she would overwhelm him- Her frighteningly quick speed and agility typically leaves her foes spinning in circles, yet her submission mastery was enough to make even the most seasoned veteran of the mat cry for mercy. However, she would need to cast aside her conflicting thoughts, as Isiah finally ascended the steel steps and set foot in the ring.* "Ding ding ding!" "Hmm..." *Taking a fleeting second to analyze her adversary for any glaring weaknesses, the only potential bane she could exploit would be his timidity- Something she herself struggled to overcome. Approaching the center of the arena, Zetta began rolling her neck in a clockwise fashion before gesturing for him to come hither, all the while the audience began chanting* "Get it on! Get it on!" *In tandem.*
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I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~. All my characters, all in one place~
It would seem almost appropriate that this would be his first opponent as "himself", but, it seemed that Zetta had the same weakness the Sheepherder had: Once she took off the mask, she was rather ordinary looking. She taunted Isaiah to come to the center of the ring. The bell had already rang, so there was no need to hold back now. He obliged, and held his arms out in a test of strength. Isaiah wasn't used to being the big man in a fight, but, he was going to take advantage of it...
*Before long, the stage was finally set for the two combatants to throw down inside the squared circle. While usually the type to fight with a more traditional sense, leading her competition into regular lockups and holds, Zetta decided that it was behoove her to be slightly more unpredictable this time around. Before Isaiah had the chance to steady himself, The Phoenix Queen snatched his left arm, dragging him towards her before swinging her leg sideways and cracking his skull for an enziguri!*
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I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~. All my characters, all in one place~
As Isaiah locked up with the redbird, Isaiah suddenly felt yanked forward, and soon felt Zetta's boot on his face with a enziguri! Isaiah fell backwards on his butt, somewhat rattled, "Clever girl..." Isaiah muttered as he began to regain his bearings a bit. Isaiah got up and charged Zetta with a punch to the gut, hoping to wear down the Phoenix...
*Easily planting her naked platforms against the mat after successfully landing her impromptu kick, Zetta braced herself before assuming her natural, karate-inspired stance. However, Isaiah seemed to be much more agile than The Phoenix anticipated, slamming his knuckles against her solar plexus!* "Gggguhh!" *The impact caused a vestige of spittle to dribble onto the ring, but this wouldn't be enough to convince the infinitesimal conflagration to go down!*
"Not...yet!" *Returning to her previous form, Zetta drew her balled fist back before launching her fist square into his chest, attempting to leave the overzealous male breathless!*
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I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~. All my characters, all in one place~
It seemed that Zetta wanted a striking match, something Isaiah was not prepared for, as Zetta hit Isaiah right i the chest, the shock of which knocked him back into the corner. He wasn't hurt, but, he was gasping for air in the corner. Perhaps Isaiah was led astray by Zetta's mask, because, at least at this moment of time. Isaiah was quite flustered...
*Gaining the upper hand in their little striking exhibition, Zetta knew she had to seize the opportunity while it was available.* "Hmph!" *Rotating herself sideways, the aerial assassin whipped her legs across Isiah's face to try and connect with a rolling sobat strike, her heels cracking the base of his mandible in the hopes that he would stagger against the corner!*
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I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~. All my characters, all in one place~
As Isaiah was trying to catch his breath and get his barings straight again, he saw his opponent charge him with a kick to the jaw! It connected and soon Isaiah was in a familier, yet unwelcome place, sitting in the corner, vulnerable and panting for breath. Isaiah had a lot of bad memories in this position, including some rather...questionable events. Isaiah had a feeling Zetta wasn't going to make anything better...
