Adama Saadia vs Isaiah Bowen - North Star

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Match Rules: Standard

Adama Saadia was the sort that took all things in stride and as a way to learn, so it had been ever since she'd been found by her mentor during that one cold night back in Jerusalem. Where she'd been discovered as a diamond in the rough, one with talent in the martial arts as it were. She'd learned Akido, Jiu Jitsu and Judo. She wasn't the biggest or buffest woman around, but Adama could make up for it in more ways than one. Recently her travels had taken her to LAW, her mentor having parted ways with her stating she must commence her own journey. While Adama was more than content to simply depart Japan at any time a part of her was wanting to give this land a shot.

LAW had been welcoming towards the siren of the sands, actually even giving her a room to sleep in and use as a base. Adama was quite surprised, given how often she'd spend time in train freighters at the best of times. Regardless the busty albino would have a match booked for her against a man by the name of Isaiah Bowen, sounded American by her rough estimations. Being new to the land Adama hadn't really much of an idea of what this person was like. Regardless she'd honour her mentor here tonight and give this man the fight of his life.

She was dressed in a ragged white dress, cut in places to show her frame. Adama wasn't really the sort that commented on her body however, preferring to simply carry on with fighting more than anything else. Besides she was more a fan of her entrance gear, a custom made black and gold leather veil of sorts that Adama made herself following a trip with her mentor to Saudi Arabia. It was her most prized possession even, the attire was topped off with bandages adorning her left leg for some fashionable separations of sorts. Overall she very much looked like a mystical fortune teller from the far east to say the least.

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After getting the call that it was time to make her way to the ring Adama would breathe deeply as she could hear the tunes of her opening song of sorts, known as Kokoro Magic A To Z with Adama emerging from the curtain in a manner befitting that of an Arabian dancer of sorts. Her expression remained neutral as she performed, the siren having practised this form of dancing well before ahead of time.

Before long she'd strut down the ring and sit atop the apron and raise an arm high up into the air, as if he sought the one star in the dark desert night that would guide her to victory here tonight. Followed by her sliding into the ring and sitting atop a ring corner with her legs crossed, her veil concealing most of her facial features as the siren awaited her opponent for tonight.......

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Isaiah began his final stretches before donning the Prophet once again. The LAW higher-ups put him against some girl calling herself the "Siren of the Sands" Anyone with a name like that should know the Prophet will real his ugly head, as it seemed the LAW officials loved a "holy vs. unholy" story, Isaiah thought it was a bit cliche', but, it was no matter. Isaiah donned his hat, coat, and finally his mask and officially became the Prophet. After a few minutes of waiting on this so-called Siren to make her entrance, the lights faded, save for a single spotlight, his music blared and out came the ominous Prophet:

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"Faith" was his entire montra, his code of honor, and it was reflected in his entrance music. As he entered the ring, he finally got a glimpse at her opponent, who, at least it seemed to Isaiah through his mask, was a bit perplexed at the Prophet. Isaiah would pull out a Bible, open it up to the book of Isaiah, and go down on both knees with his arms outstretched, not unlike a backwoods preacher when the "Spirit" was really on him. He turned to look at his opponent, whom he couldn't tell was amused or perplexed, as his mask hindered his eyesight somewhat. He simply went to his corner, put the Bible under the ringpost and stared at the so-called Siren...

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Adama was the sort that had faced a wide variety of foes following her adoption by her mentor, usually drunken louts that were coming around hoping to take on the busty albino and get some quick cash only to end up tasting the pavement once Adama was done with them. Still fairly new to wrestling as she was Adama didn't honestly see her usual mannerisms as being what counted as a 'Gimmick' of sorts when it had simply been how she was trained by her mentor and her own withdrawn nature, so needless to say she was......a tad surprised by her opponent marching out here.

He was a lad, fairly tall and likely well built by her rough estimations of him rocking that trench coat. Isaiah was making his way down to the ring. Adama's first impression, she was kinda not liking this guy. During her stay in Saudi Arabia Adama had met preachers before, heck in Jerusalem you had them in the city centre yelling at the top of their lungs even in the early hours of the morning. She paid them no mind, using their sermons as distractions for when she'd take whatever she needed to survive.

The siren of the sands however kept her face concealed for the most part by her, Adama nestled her head into the leather veil. To keep her assessment to herself, if Isaiah thought Adama would be cowed by this he'd be sadly let down. The former urchin had seen reddish work be done in the dark of night as a child and was well aware she was stronger for having endured through it and the heat of the sands. Once the Prophet got himself in his corner and was looking like he was ready to square up Adama would uncross her fairly thick legs and leap down from the turnbuckles and gaze at Isaiah with her amber coloured eyes before slowly removing her leather veil to reveal her cute face framed by her messy snowy white hair.

After doing so she'd turn and hang it on the iron post before muttering in Hebrew. "שתשמור עלי אדון" Adama would faintly mutter only to herself before proceeding to stretch a bit and gaze at Isaiah calmly and outstretch her hand and say "You face Adama Saadia of Israel, prepare yourself~" before settling into her pose with her arms slightly outstretched. She knew nothing of what this man was capable of, so Adama as she often did would favour a more cautious approach here.......

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Isaiah heard her opponent say something in a language he didn't understand, and immediately knew it was probably Hebrew as Adama announced where she was from, "You will see Why Faith Endures" Isaiah said as he began to undress. Those last three words were his battle cry, and they were words that still sent a chill down his spine. He first took off his coat, then his hat, and finally his mask. Taking off his mask was always the hardest part, as it revealed Isaiah's one real weakness: after all that bluster, he was rather average looking:

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Although he didn't show it, it was actually Isaiah that was kind of perplexed, normally, the LAW higher ups wanted him in Prophet mode when they put him up against "unholy" characters, but, this girl was straight from the Holy Land! Isaiah decided it wasn't worth reading into, and simply waited for the match to start. The bell rang, and the Holy War was on! Isaiah decided to start slow and go for a lockup, and simply see where the match went from there...

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If there was one thing that Adama wasn't a fan of it was zealots, Adama had seen her fair share of them and dealt with them in the past. Single minded and narrow at that, no matter. Adama cared little for her opponent's disposition to begin with, but if he was this zealous as based off his statements Adama decided that were she to play mind games with him she'd best just stick to simple barbs and taunts. He wasn't that much taller than her now that Isiah had taken his entrance attire off, had more muscle and scars. Adama wasn't sure if they were fake or not, but they paled to the war wounds of her mentor so she was unfazed. Adama had seen reddish work in the pale desert night before growing up anyway, so it fazed her not.

She kept her neutral gaze as the bell rang and battle commenced, Adama usually favoured a more cautious and defensive outlook in her fights regardless. Isaiah seemed to follow a similar mindset. Usually the men that the siren of the sands had battled would often run right at her in an attempt to establish dominance, but it seemed this so called prophet took a more cautious approach. Understandable as Adama was entirely unknown here in LAW thus far save for her exotic appearance. The Israel maiden trusted in herself here and noticed that Isaiah was seemingly going for a lockup. Adama raised an eyebrow at this, how peculiar. Normally Adama wouldn't even attempt such a thing, however given their relative height and the weight wasn't toooo far out......

Adama decided to humour the prophet here and accepted the lockup, he'd find that for a girl who lived such a rough life her hands were surprisingly soft. Yet she didn't press any sort of attack, merely simply pushing against Isaiah and swaying from side to side to try and get him to react. Perhaps force his hand and give the siren of the sands an inkling as to his move preference.....

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It seemed to Isaiah that something had perplexed his opponent, but, he wasn't sure what exactly. No matter, as it seemed they shared the mindset of starting slow and working on a strategy in a lockup. Maybe he had more in common with the so-called Siren of the Sands. They pushed and pulled on each other for about a minute when Isaiah realized that their strength was just about equal, so it was rather useless to keep the lockup. Isaiah threw his opponent's arms away and go for a punch to Adama's belly, hoping to get some offense going...

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Truth be told Adama rarely had ever faced someone around her own frame, her mentor had been her sparring partner usually and he was even in his age a mountain of a man with decades under his belt. Plus most of the men that Adama had engaged in battle during her time spent in the underground fighting scene were of a similar build, some lout that thought they could get an easy win against the petite looking albino waif. Only to find themselves a crumpled heap on the floor after Adama lay them out with a hard hitting flip followed by a joint lock or two, still her mentor would have lectured Adama to not be complacent and experiment against different opponents and their body types. So it was that she had actually humoured Isaiah in this endeavour, others would have usually not had the siren of the sands exchange in this sort of thing. Regardless it took little time to see that Isaiah's strength was comparable somewhat to Adama, this served as useful info for Adama. Gave her a sort of window into his style now.

Still Isaiah seemed zealous in nature, enough to take the starting role in this as suddenly he'd yank away from her grip and sock Adama in the gut! The albino girl grunted from the shot, perhaps it was lack of actual wrestling experience there but the hit took Adama somewhat off guard there. Enough to force her to one knee there, it wasn't that Adama wasn't durable. Far from it, simply that her wrestling background and lack thereof left her somewhat exposed there in her first real lockup.

Despite that however Adama was far from done there, she had a sort of counter measure for this kind of situation. When faced at a lower elevation to her opponent Adama could rely on her akido training from her mentor, designed to let her bring the opponent down to size. Adama kept her gaze focused on her opponent's legs, before suddenly yelling "Your form is poor!" and swiftly shooting out with her left arm and slapping it into Iasiah's heel and grabbing it to try and flip him to the mat!

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Isaiah was about to continue his assault when he felt a strike at his heel, and soon found himself ass-end over tea kettle and on the mat. Isaiah heard Adama say that his form is poor, Form? What form? Isaiah had pinpointed Adama's weakness: she was way too disciplined and uniformed for her own good, in LAW, sometimes you just got to go out and brawl. Isaiah sat up and brushed himself off, Isaiah would try and get behind the Siren of the Sands with a full nelson, hoping to wear his opponent down...

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Adama was the sort that could be considered quite disciplined, given that she had been trained by a man who was a master in several martial arts. From dusk to dawn the albino waif would be taught kata upon kata, to ingrain these techniques into her muscles so that when the siren of the sands made her own way in life following her departure from her mentor she'd be capable on her own. But her mentor had lectured her on one thing, to not become enslaved to form.

Given that Adama had spent less than a year away from him, this reminder still hadn't fully ingrained itself for the time being. Isaiah had been able to recover from Adama's counter due to his freshness, perhaps had he hit his head on the mat a bit closer that'd have left him a crumpled heap on the mat. But as it was the lad had the endurance to take it right now, the prophet also seemed quick on the draw still as he was able to scramble up to Adama as she too rose from her kneeling posture.

"Ghn!" Adama hissed out as her limbs were locked in, this wasn't good. The Israel girl would make Isaiah work for this however, she'd bounce around from side to side and front to back with her ample bust bouncing about every which way. Isaiah better spring into action fast and try to wrangle this siren of the sands and do something before she slipped out like sand through his fingers.

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Isaiah did not expect to get a submission this early, though if he did he'd be the last to complain, but, even he did not expect how much Adama would fight the full nelson hold, Isaiah would never be accused of being the strongest man in LAW, and if he was, he'd be acquitted by a jury of his peers. This became all the more apparent as he struggled to maintain the hold on this so-called Siren, and soon, she broke out of the hold entirely. Isaiah stood there for a minute, and finally said, "Well, color me impressed..." Isaiah often claimed to be the "Holy One of LAW", and he hoped that, as he had said before, faith endured