The Prophet's Greatest Sin: Isaiah Bowen Vs "Gothica" Julie Merriweather (D)

[SimplyWoo]

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It was pitch black in the arena as the lights shut off. Then all of a sudden Living Dead Girl started to play as fog and red lights began to lit up the entranceway. Exiting the curtain was a few hooded figures as they were carrying a throne made of bones and skulls as Gothica's name flashed up on the Titantron with a bloody pentagram being used for the "O" in her name. Sitting cross legged on the throne was Gothica in her gorgeous spaghetti straped thigh high slit on one side leather evening gown complete with thigh high multi-strapped boots and fishnet fingerless opera length gloves . Her stomach, thighs and knees were chained together, locked under shackle and key and her wrists were shackled together separately from the other chains. She brought a long cigarette holder with a black cigarette at the end of it to her lips and lit it with a zippo lighter with a tarantula design on it. She then pulled the holder from her lips with jewelry clawed fingertips and exhaled the smoke in the air as her haunting grey eyes scanned over the audience as her black lipstick colored lips formed into a devious looking smirk as the hooded figures continued to carry the throne she was on closer to the ring.

By the time they got close to the throne they gently lowered it as two of the hooded figures worked on unchaining Gothica and removing her shackles. Once freed from the shackles and chains Gothica un-crossed her legs and stood up taking another drag from her cigarette holder before pulling it form her lips and exhaling the smoke as she made her way towards the steps, stepping her way up to the edge of the ring where she slowly traced her fingertips along the top rope as she walked towards the center edge, shifting her back to rest against the ropes taking another drag from her cigarette holder as her eyes scanned the crowed from one side to the other, as if looking for a her next victim, or servant. She then stepped in-between the bottom and middle rope as she stalked her way towards the center of the ring as the announcer spoke. "This match is set for 1 fall, making her debut at 6'2 and 190 pounds. From the dark side of your mind. Here is Gothica Julie Merriweather!" To which Gothica just gave an amused smirk as she then switched her attention to the entranceway as the lights adjusted for her opponent, Gothica crossed one arm under her breasts while she kept her cigarette holder close to her face, opting to take a few more drags when she wanted to before she would eventually offer her cigarette holder to the event staff as well as removing her multiple rings and finger jewelry since that would be illegal.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah thought he had left The Prophet behind, and yet here he was, about to don the mask once again. This time, though, he didn't feel too bad about it. He had done his research on his next opponent, and, if there was any match where he needed to be the Prophet, it was this one, as he apparently was matched up against some undead witch girl. As he donned the slowly growing iconic mask, he took a few minutes to get into the Prophet. He got where he needed to be mentally and he was eventually called up to make his entrance. The good news was, the lights could stay as they were, with only a single spotlight highlighting the Prophet:

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As he entered the ring he noticed some hooded figures coming toward him. Judging by their body language, they weren't going to attack him, so he didn't pay them much mind. As he walked past them, he also noticed a big throne-looking thing. It was clear that this witch thought highly of herself. Pride often went before the fall, so it only motivated him. He entered the ring to a fairly positive response, "Now in the ring: from Knoxville, Tennessee standing at 5'7" and weighing in at 140 lbs, The Prophet, Isaiah Bowen!" The ring announcer bellowed as Isaiah finally got a good look at his opponent, who was definitely as advertised, as she looked like she could turn Isaiah into a frog at any minute. No matter, Isaiah wasn't afraid of no witch. He went into his coat and took out a Bible, he opened it to the Book of Isaiah, knelt down with his arms expanded, not unlike a backwoods preacher when the Spirit was really on him. This time, though, he did this part while facing his opponent, who, at least it seemed like to Isaiah, was definitely a tad taken aback. The lights slowly came back on, and these two polar opposites were left staring at each other...

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica merely smirked as Isiah was in the middle of his preaching. She strutted over towards him with her hands on her hips before she knelt down, picking up the bible and straightening up. Giving it a glance over, she then smirked at Isaiah as she then slowly ran her tongue up the cover of the bible in a suggestive manner as she then tossed the book back on the ground. "Mmmm, I can't wait to show you the sins of the path you take." Julie teased as she took a few steps back letting out a decent sinister sounding chuckle as she eyed Isaiah slowly up and down, waiting for the bell to ring.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah watched as his opponent licked the Bible, and was rather sickened by it, not for blasphemy, but, the old book was kind of dusty and dirty; he made it that way to give it a "backwoods gospel" feel to it. He picked the Bible up and set it at ringside, He heard his opponent taunt him, and as a response, decided to dust off an old slogan that made his rivals shudder, "You will know what happens When Faith Endures" Those last three words, even now, gave Isaiah goosebumps. He began the process of removing his entrance clothes. The last thing he removed was his mask. When he removed his mask, he revealed the Prophet's fatal flaw: He was human, and rather boyish looking:

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Isaiah went into his corner, nodded to the ref to begin the match, the bell rang, and the match was on! Isaiah, wanting to crawl before walking, decided to go for a lockup, and go from there...

[SimplyWoo]

She didn't mind the dust and dirt, she had worse tastes in her mouth. As for the faith endures comment she just smirked and winked at him. "We shall see." She then noticed him approach and she met his lockup, though with his low approach her grip was rather awkward with her arms over top of his own as her hands gripped his shoulders as she pushed against him.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah initiated the lockup, but, failed to realize that Julie was quite a bit taller than him, so getting leverage proved challenging, and, sure enough, the witch eventually got the upper hand and pushed him into a corner. Isaiah tried to push her off, but, her grip held firm. He looked up at his opponent, who had a mischievous grin on her face, "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, kind of breaking character in the process...

[SimplyWoo]

"Because," She mentioned with a smile as she pressed her body more into his as her face bot extremely close to his own. "I've studied up on you." She teased, and just when it looked like she was about to lean in closer to kiss him, she gritted her teeth as she gripped at the ropes at both sides of Isaiah as she twisted her body into his as she lifted the side of her knee up to ram into his stomach. She would then twist her body to curve her arms around his neck and try to flip him over her and down to the ground in an attempt to deliver a snapmare takedown.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah's face turned maroon as his opponent revealed she studied up on him, and it seemed like she was about to take advantage of his biggest fear, when he felt a sharp knee in his belly and soon went ass end over tea kettle in a snapmare. Isaiah sat up and shook his head, "Though I will admit you are rather pretty and having an ass that I wouldn't mind being in my face I must decline your advances. Now, quit flirting and start fighting!" Isaiah said as he charged Julie with a punch to the stomach

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica was surprised as The Prophet came at her with a punch to the gut. She temporarily grunted as she bent over a little, but had a reply back as she cupped his back of his head with one hand while her other arm swung across with a forearm to the side of the face. She would then attempt to twist her body into his as wrap her arms around his neck to pull him down into a side headlock with the holy man's side of his face pressing against the side of her breast.

[SimplePride]

The punch landed, but, Isaiah probably should've known Julie wasn't going to just sit there in take it like some sort of masochist, especially since she dressed as she was. Isaiah found himself with his face being held close to his opponent's chest, and he soon felt a forearm straight to his cheek. It made him double over just enough to allow Julie to lock in a side headlock. With Isaiah's face now crashing against Julie's breast, Isaiah's face began to noticeably blush...