Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

[TheSuitedOwl]

With Danielle having finally realized that their photoshoots were one in the same. Alexa's smile couldn't possibly have gotten any bigger. Original she had planned to make the announcement by herself later today but once she had seen how well Danielle had done in her match. She certainly had felt the need to do it now and strip whatever sense of superiority she had managed to gain. Which by going off her reaction she seem to have succeeded rather well.

"Oh, its definitely going to be something people will remember for years to come but not for the reason you think. Otherwise, I wouldn't be much of an entertainer if I didn't know how to keep their attention." Alexa finished with a smirk. While the crowd shouted a few cat calls for slowly stripping the pink jacket she had on since her appearance.

"Anyway, I agree lets get this show on the road. I also can't wait to see how badly you do against me." Alexa added. As she walked past Danielle and pressed her back against her rivial's. Then placing her hands on her hips Alexa would look over her shoulder with a condescending smile. "Now hurry up Dani. I forgot how bad you smell when you sweat."

[CaptainL]

By contrast, Danielle couldn't be any more disgusted with Alexa. She huffed and turned her head aside, balling her fist just to try and still her anger enough to prevent her from lashing out. This was supposed to be her moment of glory, her moment to gloat and to feel superior in a match where she had readily proved herself the uncontested victor. For those few short moments, she felt the rush that came with dominating her foe, and in knowing no one could stand in her way. And then, Alexa just had to come in and call out one minor oversight she'd made, making her look like a fool in front of everyone that should have still been awed by her triumph. The thought of it made her sick.

She just had to remember that she'd have her chance soon enough. Her chance to tear Alexa limb from limb. There, she could prove once and for all that she was superior, and that her rival had no place being anywhere near her. By that day, there would be no doubt left who would emerge the winner of their feud. For now, she just had to wait.

The two of them took their places in the center of the ring, Alexa pushing herself up against Danielle as the two stood back to back. Danielle glared back over her shoulder, their eyes meeting corner to corner, and grumbled something under her breath. She was about as close as she could stand being to Alexa, and even that was testing her patience.

"You're lucky you still have two weeks of peace," the Frenchwoman shot back. "If I had my way, you'd already be begging at my feet for mercy. But at least I have the common decency not to undercut someone else at their finest moment. At least I have the respect to know what the time and place is." She also sneered at the comment about her sweat, turning her head to the side. "You must be confused, my dear. Any stench has to be your own. Defeating that pathetic whore didn't exert me at all." She turned her chin up and placed a hand on her hip, the other arm at her side, as she tried to project an air of superiority and ease. She wanted Alexa to know she wouldn't have a chance.

[TheSuitedOwl]

"Two? Was my announcement too long for you to pay attention to? Or were you planning to attack me in our photoshoot?" Alexa teased. As she caught another mistake from her rival. Before she would intentionally turn her attention away from her and address the camera crew outside. "Well what are you guys waiting for? This whole thing would be quite pointless without your expertise." Alexa said. So to gently hurry them along and would promptly see one of them climb the ring to aim their camera.

Then once she was sure they would be taking their pictures. Alexa would retake her pose and through her condescending yet professional smile would quickly add. "In any case, that's rich coming from you but lets make one thing clear. You don't deserve any respect." Just in time for the camera lights to begin showering them in their bright white flashes.

[CaptainL]

Dani stopped, biting her lip as she grumbled under her breath. Even she would have to admit, begrudgingly, that she should have kept her mouth shut. But her slip-up earlier had rattled her, and now she was finding it all too easy for her tongue to slip, incriminating herself in the process. Her cheeks flushed red briefly, but she cleared her throat, adjusting her stance. She needed to put this past her so she could move forward.

The photographers got in the ring, and Danielle held the position with a model's grace and patience. But though the two women were back to back, the tension between them couldn't have been stronger. For the two of them, this wasn't merely a photo op. This was a battle of wits, and even when no blows were being thrown, they were trying as ever to outcompete one another and cut each other down. Their pride depended on it. And so far, Danielle was losing. Danielle Degardin did not like to lose. And she couldn't just leave it at this.

Luckily, Danielle had something else up her sleeve. She had looked deeper into Alexa since their last meeting, intent on finding dirt on her that could be used against her - and she had to resist the urge to assume a devious, if photo-ruining, grin as she realized she had the perfect opportunity to make her rival aware of just how much she knew about her.

Amidst the snaps of cameras, Dani whispered a few words back over her shoulder to Alexa. "You're one to talk about who is and who isn't deserving of respect. The pageant people certainly didn't seem to think you were~"

[TheSuitedOwl]

Alexa couldn't be more happier in how things where turning out. In matter of minutes she had managed to cut Danielle down to size and put her in her place. Meaning the only thing she was going to be remembering about tonight was how publicly humiliated she was. To the point that even her impressive 5-0 victory was completely undermined thanks to Alexa's efforts.

Which left the natural brunette giddy to say the least. Now that the only thing she had to do was finish up their little photoshoot and proudly leave with her head held high but then Danielle had to start talking. And for a brief moment Alexa's smile would slip as she heard Danielle bring up her past. Before she would remember to catch herself and hold her pose.

Though once the camera lights had come to an end. Alexa would separate and turn towards her rival. With eyes narrowed and butterflies in her stomach. "And what exactly do you know about it? Whore." Alexa questioned. While her mind raced to know what she meant by that but there where too many incidents and far too many enemies willing to spill their guts out.

[CaptainL]

Oh, this was perfect. As she faced Alexa under the lights, a smile came to Dani's lips. She stood there, watching the tension set in for her rival. For the first time since her arrival, the smug smirk left Alexa's face, given over to a nervous glance. If Alexa thought she could barge in and ruin the moment for Danielle, undercutting her at what was supposed to be her moment of triumph, then she would see how she liked it when she turned that around on her. Already, Danielle felt like she had won, and the match was still a week out.

As soon as the lights went down and the two rivals broke away from each other, Dani began to saunter slowly toward Alexa, her arms crossed. She was guiding her back toward the edge of the ring, as though enticing her to leave, but the battle between them was far from over, even if it was now one of words and wits. "I know perfectly well, my dear," Danielle taunted, her grin widening with each step she took. "You really can't tell me you didn't believe the news would get out? That it wouldn't be all over the magazines? That the pageants didn't even want you back because they knew you couldn't keep your fists to yourself? Really, I can't blame them. Of course, your face would already turn away any photographer, but you should know that no one would dare want you representing them when your personality is even worse. Some of us, at least, hold ourselves to higher standards."

[TheSuitedOwl]

Fixated Alexa held her ground even as Danielle tried to encourage her to leave the ring. Her expression cloudy and hard to read while she waited for her rival to finish telling her lie but one never came. Of course everything she said at one point or another was a rumor but that hadn't stopped Danielle and though she could certainly handle it she didn't want to deal with the gossip again.

"What century do you live in? Those are dead rumors." Alexa eventually answered trying to not give anything else away as she crossed her arms. "I get it though its hard to be a washed up skank especially when you have someone so photogenic right in front of you. Its easier to live in the past." Alexa continued. Figuring that if she could insult Danielle enough she would fly off the handle and drop this. "You should really thank me for setting this up."

[CaptainL]

It frustrated Danielle that Alexa wasn't leaving the ring, even after the impromptu photoshoot had concluded. The fact that Alexa was holding her ground was tiresome. She wanted to get in the girl's head and tear her down, to let her know that she should rightfully fear her. But Alexa was proving more difficult to crack than that. That was just one of the many things Danielle hated about her.

She grumbled, biting her lip, but she reminded herself that she needed to maintain appearances. If she wanted to win this, Dani thought, she needed Alexa to look like the irrational one, and if she snapped at her, that wouldn't do her any favors. Still, she narrowed her eyes in frustration, her fingers wrapping tighter around her elbow as she crossed her arms, leaning in a little closer.

"Oh? Really, now, I think it's telling that you have to arrange a match just to have an excuse to get yourself photographed," the Frenchwoman retorted. "Is it because no one wants to give you the time of day otherwise? Because...if so, I'm not in the slightest bit surprised. If I was a photographer, I know I wouldn't want to take time out of my busy schedule to photograph some two-bit street whore with delusions of grandeur, when I could be in the presence of a true icon. It's a pity, then, that when the time comes, they'll have to see you as my bitch, if you'll pardon the phrase. Though I suppose it's only the truth."

[TheSuitedOwl]

Once Alexa had heard Danielle insult her again. She could feel some of the tension in her body leave. Suddenly happy that their "conversation" had moved away from her past and back to their usually insults. Though admittedly Alexa had wanted more of a reaction out of her rival. Still she could at least appreciate the frustrated look she held.

"You're hardly an icon and more like a spoiled brat with a silver spoon in their mouth but keep telling yourself that. So when I beat you and make you the footstool in our next photoshoot. I can get a nice laugh at your expense." Alexa replied. As she took a step to the side and gestured towards the exit. "Now why don't run along and take a shower. I'm starting to feel nauseous around you."

[CaptainL]

"I...hmph-!" Danielle clenched her fists, straightening her back as she glared at Alexa. This wasn't working at all! She thought that by digging up the dirt on Alexa, she had her secret weapon, a way to turn the tide of their feud. She wanted her words to shatter Alexa's composure then and there, to cause her to break down and send her running out of the arena as a sobbing wreck, forced to prove to everyone that she could never hope to stand up to the Frenchwoman. Indeed, for a moment, Dani actually did seem to get under Alexa's skin, which only made it that much more infuriating when she shrugged it off a moment later.

And now, here Alexa was, acting like she owned the ring, and it was on her orders that Danielle would leave it. The redhead hissed, her teeth clenching. She might have tried to keep calm earlier, but that was going out the window. Delusions like Alexa's were too glaring to ignore.

"As a matter of fact," Danielle said, "I will leave the ring. After you, of course." She took a pointed step toward Alexa, the two staring eye to eye as she came in so close that they could feel each others' breath against their skin. "Bear in mind that I do not leave the ring for just anyone. You're one to talk, being that you weren't even booked for this match, yet here you are trying to talk down to its undisputed victor - 5-0, may I remind you. So yes, I will leave, but only because I wish to get this sorry state of affairs over with. Now, you're holding me up, so why don't you be a dear and run along?"