Bea Meadows vs Kim Walker

[Skybluejay]

VS



Standard Match
Victory Via Pinfall, Submission, DQ or KO

Bea meadows had just finished getting dressed into her pristine match attire, not a speck of dust, just as she liked it. The piece was an aggressively modern art show, or at least she thought it felt derivative of one with its neon orange flares to compliment the urban grey. It was still the least ridiculous thing the pregame planners had offered here and she took it with open arms. The whole thing clung tight to her like a swimsuit in places. "It doesn't matter Bea, it's just clothes. Focus on the task at hand just past the stage curtain."

She was thinking about tonight's matchup a lot leading up to her debut and was more worried than her rational side thought that she should be, not about her odds of victory, heaven's no. she was going to face a legally grown-ass woman wearing a onesie pajama after all...In front of thousands. Laying into someone like that was degrading at best and child abuse at worst. Whatever mad strings that girl's parents had pulled to get their daughter into this were probably going to cine around if they're a vendetta holding type. Next thing you know and you're career is on permanent hold. 'I said knock it off me. It's your first night in this clown show Bea. You're going to Knock 'em dead out there.' Time running out Bea gets moving as a clerk comes to escort her into play past the curtain.

''Now entering the fray, weighing in at 114lbs, for the first time it's Bea meadooooows!” Screams out one of the commentators as she slips into view. 'No second thoughts, get yourself in there Bea' Bea enters the stage letting the thumping of electronica she had never heard before to hype her up as some great reveal, the new face on the block...all that first impressions cultivation stuff her managers had talked about.

She slips into the ring and looks around herself toward the ring where she saw her opponent on the other side for the first time in the flesh...and the full suit. as she climbed into the ring as she looks over the sea of hecklers and fans around her the stadium start to holler and whoop as is usual for this kind of spectacle. They were only peripheral concerns, Tonight only one thing mattered, and that was the girl showing her opponent and the LAW at large that she had the wit, will and force to send anyone here to dreamland the maybe flaunt herself up along the way. Anala's fist tightens and her muscles quiver, primed as ever to rocket to attention. She'd surpassed her old peers for a reason and this panda kiddie getup was going to be in bed before 10:00 tonight she thinks to herself while getting into a half stance before the bell even rung.

[godjacob]

Kim had finished getting dressed earlier, wearing what by this point was becoming her signature attire as she tightened her snuggie. The outfit was easy to wear and she had a sentimental love for it, so it lacked ability to hinder her in the ring though it did cause all to view her as more of a Kawaii cutie than a serious competitor. This worked to give her an edge on opponents who lowered her guard, but hurt in her long term goal of being taken seriously by her peers.

Her opponent however tonight seemed to offer a solution to this. A relative new face on the scene much as she had been this Bea proved least on appearance to be a more serious and strong-willed type. The kind of person who on the surface seems to hate the idea of fun and anyone who has ever had it, but because her parents always taught her it was rude to judge off appearance alone she'd reserve judgement until she had seen this fighter girl in action herself. Besides, she seemed the type that if and when Kim could defeat would raise her stock as she'd be known as more than just the girl in the snuggie but a legit force in the Lightweight division.

Soon enough, she was called to make her own entrance as her fighter foe would soon come as Kim nodded and had made her way to the gorilla position. "Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 120 lbs. The pride of the Walker Family....Kim Walker!" One of the commentators called out as Kim made her way to the stage, and it seemed her focus in spite of her look was evident on her face. She breathed in on stage as she walked down with a purpose remembering the words her mother shared with her before her first match at L.A.W.

Just give your all and trust yourself, and remember always have fun~

Kim made her way to the ring and after she assumed a "V for Victory pose" moved to he corner and watched as her opponent made her way to the ring and if looks could kill Kim might be dead as she could only guess Bea seemed unimpressed with her. But Kim was driven and met her gaze with one of passion and defiance of her own as she assumed a grapple position and soon enough the bell would ring starting the match. Kim circling as she opted for a more defensive style and would wait for Bea to move closer to her.

[Skybluejay]

When the bell rings Anala doesn’t hesitate even as she see’s the grappler stance being taken up by Ken, changing her initial plan of a probing jab to her usual pick when faced with grapplers, not because of this one in particular mind..just grappling in general. She plants one foot ahead in the forwards position, retracts her arms to her torso and leaps with kick of many iterations refinement, mindful of arresting herself on the landing of any more forwards momentum then should be necessary as her preferred striking foot careens into the chest of the the slightly crouched girl with the hoodied face.

She performs her attack with all the pent up passion of a factory man waiting for the ‘whistle’ which in this case being her leg hitting the head of a saccharine woman she altogether had a less than high opinions of.

In some circles it was cited as a common trap to fall into for standup fighters to go about lingering, keeping oneself just that arm’s reach away, always prodding and probing with jabs at an opponent who is there with the intent of initiating a grapple. The fundamentals as she knew them were that *they* only had to succeed once before things were uncontrollable. She had memories of grappling fighters they were outside her focus, constantly waiting to drag her into a place where the rules of the rock, paper scissors she knew so well broke down.”Just give them the fewest chances possible.”Was the mantra she spoke while executing the kick. Maybe Kim heard it, it maybe she didn’t. Either way Bea had little more expectations for the next moments to come beyond watching a a body crash into the turnbuckle.

[godjacob]

Kim naturally adopted the standard wrestling position when faced with her foe; knees slightly bent, arms ahead of her and keeping a steady but cautious movement to the side. Given Bea seemed to make no hidden secret she was a striker, Kim knew the way to win would be to close the distance between them to get inside her range would best clog her efforts. Her onsie seemed to offer more freedom of movement than one might expect at first glance, and this would be tested right away.

Kim's eyes widened as Bea shot forward with great speed, aiming to land a firm kick right for her chest as the policy seemed to be to strike first and strike hard.

Kim however was quick to react, as she worked to shift forward, shuffling as she ducked down to allow Bea's kick to sail over her head as her heel seemed to grace the top of her animal eye over her head while she worked to take advantage of this brief and oh man brief window as she shot forward aiming to grasp upon the leg planted on the canvas as her goal was elementary; way to deal with a striker was to ground them, and she aimed to use all her deceptive power and polished technique to send her to her side with a double leg takedown as she'd aim to momentarily use her momentum and leverage to lift her up before trying to slam her down while she only had one leg to support her.