A Starmaking Debut: Zane Lambert vs Blake Belladonna

[Bare]

Backstage in the LAW arena, near the guerilla position was a tall, dark skinned young manwearing a pair of blue and orange tights that went down to above his knees. Covering his chest he had a blue hoodie with a pale yellow scale pattern down the chest and a orange headband around his head. While some, well actually most wrestlers would spend their time before a match stretching or mentall preparing for the bout ahead, this young man was instead focused on something else…

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”Alright one two threeeee.” The young man said as he snapped a selfie of himself and two of the female backstage workers who giggled in response as he started tweeting it. “Hehe perfect. Talk about a great way to start off in LAW. Thanks to you two lovelies of course.” He said with a wink to the two girls who blushed before scurrying off.

While on his phone one Zane Lambert hummed idly, not at all nervous apparently about his upcoming debut. Tapping his blue and orange sneaker against the floor he was checking his trend and subscriber numbers, nodding appreciatively as he saw them increase. Just as he thought the news of him joining LAW had increased his viability and tonight especially he was the buzz in the circles he normally did well in.

So wrapped up in his phonr however he didn’t notice it was his cue till he was tapped on the shoulder. “Eh what do you want?” He asked not bothering to look up from his phone at the male official who gave a annoyed look to the streamer. “Its your entrance.” He said tersely making Zane blink. “Oh cool bro.” Zane said lackadaisically as he casually walked to the guerilla position as a poppy techno music began playing and he’d come out.

Given he was already pretty famous prior to joining LAW there was a loud pop at his apperance, loud enough to make Zane tear his face away from his phone and flash a signature smile. Firing off a finger gun to everyone he began to casually strtut down the ramp, flashing peace signs and pointing at fans, as well as taking selfies on the way down. Eventually making it to the ring he lazily hopped up on the apron and laid out on his side with one leg propped up in a ‘sexy pose’. Holding his phone up he would then take another quick selfie before rolling into the ring and popping up to his feet.

Unzipping his hoodie he cardfully wrapped his phone up with it before giving it to the ref. “If anything happens to either my phone or hoodie… you die.” He said in a oddly serious tone before switching back to the smile as he roughly squeezed the ref’s shoulder beofre going back to preen for the audience some more while he waited for his opponet to come down.

[Ultima]

Blake would be backstage in the LAW arena, it was her first time there. She had seen some interesting figures to say the least. Not wanting to get caught up in the moment Blake just directed herself to her room. In this room she would put the last touches on her attire, along with some pre match stretching. Doing some research of her own, Blake was able to find out about her opponent Zane Lambert. Letting out a audible sigh with what she found. Ugh, so he's one of those types Belladonna told herself looking at what she could find about Zane. What she found was that Zane was an internet personality that cares more about his numbers than anything else. Not only that he seemed to be the sort of womanizer that only cares about what is between someones legs.

The last touches on her attire were finally done. Blake was donning her signature bow, tightening it real good to make sure it did not get loose. Why on gods green earth do I have to debut with him. Its okay Blake lets make this quick and get over it. She said almost face palming.

Now she just needed to make her entrance so that Zane and everyone else sees her. Her music playing loudly Blake came from backstage with a semi-neutral expression waving at the audience. It was a nice and warm response, Blake was relieved by this at least she wasn't being treated as a villain. Hopping in place for a few moments Blake would then dash forward to the ring. In a show of athleticism as Blake reached the ring she would jump up and through the middle ropes. Rolling in the ring and ending in a super hero pose.

Getting herself back up Blake would eye Zane, audibly scoffing at him in disgust. Doing this she would head to a neutral corner, jumping high and taking a seat on the turnbuckle. Hey you there internet boy, watch where you put your hands Blake said seriously. Threatening her opponent moments before the match starts.

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[Bare]

While Zane waited for his opponet to come out Zane had decided to occupy his time with but of course his phone. Holding it up he took several more selfies inside the ring, doing several different poses and making sure some members of the crowd were in them as well. Tagging and posting the tweets he looked up just in time for Blake’s entrance music to kick on and just like that he had his first view of her.

Zooming in on the female Zane smirked near giddily as he saw her strut down the ramp. Long dark hair, olive skin tinted with a light sheen of sweat from the lights, toned and elegant legs with a lovely stomach that had just the light formation of abdominals to them and just a downright EXCELLENT chest. All topped off with gorgeus amber eyes that made him lick his lips in anticipation when she finally slunk into the ring and stood up facing him officially.

Bringing his hans together he cracked his knuckles before flashing a small grin and charming wink to the brunette as he reached his arms up behind his head, trying to be casual, but also subtly flexing his chest for her. But as she spoke for the first time he had to internally repress his groan of annoyance at what she said. ‘Of course she’s the prude type.’ He thought to him him with a very subtle eye roll before once again smirking at her and decided to lay down the charm.

After all even if she was somewhat serious that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. Besides the way she was sitting on the turnbuckle like some kinda queen or dominatrix? Oh it absolutely made him want her even more. “Hey hey no reason to be so cold. Who said I was gonna do anything? Besides this is a wrestling match cutie. Of course our hands are gonna be all over eachother. But I promise to keep things fun for us both.” He said easily while flashing a wink to the girl as he slowly approached the center of the ring with a swagger to his walk.

“Say if I win what do you say you let me treat ya to dinner andddd maybeeee more?” He would ask once he reached the center of thw ring, flashing another wink to her as he waited for either Blake to come down and meet him or for the bell to ring. Whichever came first.

[Ultima]

Already making her entrance, Blake still kept a close eye on her opponent. Analyzing whatever she could, be it from how Zane stood, how he spoke and his energy. Anything to give her an indication on what Zane may do next. One thing was certain, Zane wanted his hands all over Blake. ‘Of course he’s the perverted type’ she thought to herself. Her expression only accentuating her dislike for Zane. Thankfully though and Blake hates the thought alone, with a simple mind like his she may very well be able to take advantage of him.

Didn’t think you could tell this was a match. You know exactly what I mean about your hands, your answer said that much at least Blake said coldly atop the turnbuckle. Knowing that it was nearing the time for the match to start Blake lowered herself from the turnbuckle. Only to be met by Zane’s proposition.

Then I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t going to win then Blake said plainly, opting not to move to the center of the ring to meet Zane. Only furthering the notion that Blake dislikes him. Even if the bell were to ring, Blake would wait patiently for Zane to make his move. If he wanted to get his hands on Blake then he’d would have to him. This making Blake able to counter the internet boy’s starting move.

[Bare]

Zane continued to smirk up at Blake as she sat so dominantly upon the top corner, unintentionally raising her appeal to him with every passing second. After all who didn’t like the femme fatale type? In anycase it appeared as if his charms had no effect upon thne dark haired girl. Shame but all well he could still work with what he had available to him. Strutting all the to the middle of the ring he’d wink at her. ”Aw no need to be so cold baby I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together and hey I bet you’ll even be trending after this match so thats gotta be a win for you am I right?” He said jokingly not knowing or caring if Blake cared at all about Social Media but the more he talked the more he figured he’d get under her skin.

“Also.” He said while flashing a smirk and wink at the frowd before looking back over to the attractive young woman as she climbed down the turnbuckle. “I wouldn’t count me out!” He said as he dashed forward at Blake! Running across the ring at a Blake in the corner he would smirk confidently until he was right upon her… which is when he would come to a complete stop. Shoes skidding to a stop just a few feet from her he would wink at her if he was successful at faking her out. “Gotcha didn’t I?” He said jokingly after watching whatever she would have done to try and counter had he actually tried running into her.

[Ultima]

Despite already hating her opponent, Blake wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off of Zane's face. Zane had the demeanor that just rubbed Blake the wrong way. It did not help that Blake herself thought that Zane had a very "injury prone" face. Blake kept a plain look on her face as Zane made his way to the middle of the ring winking at her. It was his next comment that caused Blake to roll her eyes in annoyance. Holding her tongue for a comeback response, more so wanting to focus on the opening moments of the match.

Bell ringing as Zane dashed towards Blake, she would take this moment to analyze Zane's body. Looking at his body to see any indication of where the attack would be coming from. But she would get no such indication from Zane. This puzzled Blake because she was sure that Zane was not a expert at concealing his movements. Taking the gamble, Blake assumed that Zane would either do a last minute dodge expecting her to attack or nothing at all.

Stopping short a pace or two in front of Blake. Zane would wink at Blake asking her if she was caught of guard. No The response was plain and blunt, and with no hesitation at all Blake spun in place aiming to land a spinning back hand to Zane's face

[Bare]

Zane continued to smirk at Blake as he ran towards the girl, readying himself for his strategy to try and fake her out he couldn't wait to see her reaction, or her body jiggle once he would attack her. Stopping just short of the woman he would wink at her and see if the fake out worked. However as he looked upon the dark haired beauty's face he saw just a stone cold deadpan expression aimed straight towards him followed by a rather plain No.

"Oh hah.. that's not-" Before the streamer could finish his own surprised statement in response to her he was suddenly victim to a powerful kick from the beauty! "Gah! Not the face!" He yelled out in more fear than pain as he was knocked backwards, still on his feet but staggered by the blow.

That being said though Zane would retreat from his opponent to the ropes, putting more care and concern into the fact that his face was hit than anything else he was checking his face to make sure he wasn't bleeding or too damaged. Naturally as a response to this the referee went over to Zane and was checking on him, wanting to make sure he was fully ok to continue, even if he was more than likely hamming it up. How Blake would reacy however remained to be seen.

[Ultima]

Blake was unamused with Zane’s stunts already, and the match had only just begun. Annoyance aside, Blake was able to land her opening blow on Zane. The recoil was something she expected from a blow like that. Zane’s reaction was a mixture of surprising and not surprising at the same time. Zane being more worried about any blemishes on his face.

This fact causing Blake to loosen up a small amount This is a wrestling match alright. At least things will be fun for me Blake said as she tossed some of what Zane said prior back at him. Showing a more heelish side of herself. Blake did not allow the referee to give a full examination on Zane’s face.

Instead what she had planned was to get behind the man. Getting a hold of his waist and lifting the man up a few inches. Just to drop the Internet star on Blake’s knee for an atomic drop

[Bare]

Zane was definitely worried about his face as a result of Blake's last move, hoping the referee would be able to confirm it was fine. While waiting for them though Zane's perceptive ears picked up on what Blake said, the words bringing a small smirk to his face as the ref finally came over to inspect him.

Of course before they could even get started Blake had other plans as he felt the dark haired girl wrap her arms around his waist from behind getting him to grunt. However as she tried to lift him back Zane would have... a surprise for her.

Throwing his legs forward he would throw his weight forward, taking advantage of the size difference to bring himself back to the mat. If successful than the streamer would reach down prying at Blake's hands trying to pull them off. If successful in this endeavor he would try to spin around behind Blake, trying to reverse the situation by getting a waistlock on her from behind! "So you are starting to have fun huh?" He said teasingly into her ear while taking advantage of their current position to gyrate his hips and grind into Blake from behind

[Ultima]

Blake was rather happy with how the match had started. She was able to strike a blow onto Zane's face. If his reaction was anything to go by, then his face was a prime target. As if Blake already wasn't aiming for it, this only added extra incentive. The sly comment from Blake was her own bad habit. Sometimes she tends to say things in matches when she feels overly competitive.

The follow up she had in mind would be the atomic drop. This would have Zane feeling it where it hurts, at the same time making Blake feel good about what she's doing. But the plan wouldn't go exactly how Blake wanted. Zane would use the size advantage he has and stop himself from getting lifted. He was also able to pry Blake's hands off and instead reverse the situation onto her. Now applying his own waistlock, that was not it though. Zane would apply his own spin on the hold.

Now Zane with the advantage would gyrate his hips and grind himself onto Blake. Not without having something sly to say about having fun.
Struggling for a few moments to try and Zane's hands off of her. It irritated her that Zane was using this chance more to grind on Blake as if they were in a club. You grunts and I grunts have very different definitions of fu- Blake was going to say but she felt something behind her. As if something were swelling and getting larger in size, Blake was quick to figure out what that was. Zane was getting a hard on grinding on Blake.

GET OFF OF ME She said furiously, raising her leg and stomping on Zane's foot. Probably not releasing the hold but what followed was a stiff elbow to Zane's solar plexus. That should be enough to release the hold, if it did Blake would turn around facing the streamer grabbing onto his head and falling backwards planting Zane's head with a ddt.