Mordhau: Flowers of Battle [D] Vs. Street Dogs [D]

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The time had come for the debut of the duo known as the Flowers of Battle to make their way into LAW. After a few weeks of waiting out for a match, both Europeans couldn't wait for who to face. Putting on their respective attires in the locker room and heeding no mind to the others that were in there, they would then pick up their respective weapons of choice, as the two headed over to the Gorilla Position.

Entrance Music

The lights dimmed as they made their way to the ring, entering out to the ramp by the 0:12 mark, both clad in outfits that looked as if they stepped in time from another era! The taller girl of the duo, a Welshwoman by the name of Aria Holt strutted towards the ring an a cocky, confident manner, wearing the colors of her country of origin whilst resting an Irish-Style Longsword on her shoulder. Accompanying her is an Austrian lady who goes by Irmela Von Schaffhausen, draped in red to match her partner, keeping her hat tipped on one side whilst carrying a nasty looking Warhammer where the head resembled a fist clutching a nail.

Appearances

Aria Holt

Irmela Von Schaffhausen

Weapons

Aria's

Irmela's

Aria was the first to climb the apron and slip herself between the ropes, leave behind the polearm in their respective corner. Irmela followed suit, but stayed on the apron, resting herself on the ropes as the duo of Medieval Enthusiasts turn their heads towards the stage to see who they will be up against.

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The Flowers of Battle weren't the only tag team making their debut on the LAW tag division, as two women, Skylar Jones and Cecilia Lombard got ready in the locker room. A smirk adorned Skylar's face as she pulled up the zipper of her high-cut hoodie, and slipped on her fingerless leather gloves. She then turned to her new tag partner, offering a fist bump before the two entered the ring. "Let's embarrass these hoes." She grinned.

"And their opponents, also making their LAW Tag Team debut, at a combined weight of 297 pounds, THE STREEEET DOOOGS!!!"

Skylar

Music

The moment the words had left the ring announcer's lips, the lights went out, engulfing the arena in darkness as a quiet ambience played through the speakers. Skylar and Cecilia stood atop the ramp. The two had agreed on doing the same dramatic entrance Cecilia was known for, however out of habit, Skylar found herself marching toward the ring with her hands in her pockets, so when the music hit the crescendo and the lights flashed back on, she was halfway down the ramp, her partner still at the top. "Eh-?" She looked around, before realizing her mistake. "Eheheheh..." She chuckled bashfully.

Continuing forward, she climbed onto the ring apron, shooting her opponents an evil grin and a wink. "You wanna go first?" She'll ask once Cecilia catches up to her.

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As she tightened her own gloves, standing at Skylar's side in the locker room, Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Hoes. Really? Real original with your insults, I see." Still, she couldn't let her partner's cringeworthy rhetoric get in the way of what was important. She was ready to make her debut as one half of a tag team alongside the Brawling Puppet, after the two of them had met during a training session at the gym. Now, it was time for LAW to see what the newly-christened Street Dogs could bring to the table, and she intended to make a strong first impression.

Of course...that would depend on Skylar being able to stick with the entrance they planned upon. And, no matter how many times the two had gone over this before, Cecilia was readily aware that teaching Skylar Jones anything was like talking to a brick wall sometimes. And tonight was no exception - when the lights came on, Cecilia was standing alone at the top of the ramp, with Skylar a good ways ahead of her. Groaning, she buried her face in her palm and shook her head. "Goddammit, Sky..." She was quick to follow after her, trying her best to ignore the chuckles coming from the fans as she met up at Skylar's side. "Just...just let me take care of the entrances for now," she whispered, before climbing onto the ring apron to face her opponents.

The Street Dogs wouldn't be the only team making their debut tonight - and when Cecilia set eyes on the two women opposite her, she couldn't say that she'd expected them to look like this. LAW gave its wrestlers a lot of leeway when it came to what they wanted to wear in the ring, even compared to other promotions, but this had to be the first time Cecilia saw anyone enter the ring in full medieval getup, weapons and all. She stood for a moment, blinking in confusion, before she crossed her arms and chuckled to herself with a confident smirk. "I feel like these idiots won't need any help embarrassing themselves," she said to her partner.

Nodding to Skylar's suggestion, Cecilia stepped through the ropes, where she stared Aria down. She struck a stance, keeping her feet apart with one hand held at her side balled into a fist. "Think the two of you might've gotten lost," she said flatly, keeping her eyes narrowed. "The ren faire's that way," she added, pointing back over her shoulder with her thumb. Then, though, she brought her hands out in front of her, cracking her knuckles. "But if it's a beating you're looking for...the two of us are happy to oblige."

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Aria and Irmela just looked over and witnessed the entrance blunder unfold, as the Austrian tried to stifle her laughter at it happening. Otherwise, their expressions were pretty neutral, paying no heed to intimidating looks or letting their guard down too much, as one would never know when someone tries to do a cheap shot even before the match has started.

As Aria stared down Cecilia, she had a hand on her hip with her other arm slack, leaning back slightly in a slouching positing as her eyes never broke off the line of sight that the two had. Hearing the Renaissance Fair comment, she then mentally counted another number, considering the amount of times she must have heard it by now. Muttering a "57..." Initially, her head then looked down to meet Ceclia eye to eye as she fired up a reply.

"I don't mind running late, though I must warn you, we'll be feeding your own teeth." Aria said, raising up a fist in the Street Dogs' respective direction and placing her other hand in the inner crook of her elbow, making for a bit of a provocative gesture at the opposing team, as if to say "I'll gladly take what you have in store!" without stating it outright. Irmela just nodded along to her partner's statement, then promptly added upon another gesture as she pointed a thumb in her own neck, and dragged it horizontally in a slitting motion.

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"Oh. So, the cosplayer likes to talk tough?" With her arms folded over her toned midsection, Cecilia stood, aloof and unmoved by Aria's taunts. She let out a huff that blew a few stray strands of hair out of her face, not phased in the slightest by her opponent. She knew that the Flowers of Battle were a new and unproven team, and whatever they could bring to the table, both the Street Dogs and LAW as a whole were yet to discover. But Cecilia saw no reason to be afraid of them. They could be good, or they could be total hopeless pushovers - but no matter what happened, she was confident enough in her own abilities and her drive for success to be assured in her own victory.

*DING DING DING*

When the bell rang, of course, it was time for the two teams to finally show the world what they were capable of. Cecilia wasted no time in lowering herself into a stance, locking her eyes on Aria with a cold glare. She wasn't going to play around any longer; she might not have had any faith in the opposing team, but she wasn't going to go easy on them either! Taking off in a charge, she would attempt to ram her shoulder straight into Aria's stomach, hoping that her speed would catch her off-guard!

[Knocked]

Aria paid no heed to further comments as she shadow-boxed in her corner, fists cutting through the air like a sword as her jab was as lightning quick as ever. A grin crept up her face as she feels like the Dogs won't know what hit them. Irmela just watched on, adjusting her hat whilst brushing her hair, as the bell rang, the referee of the night putting her hands down to signify the start of the match!

Ding Ding Ding!

Aria then headed on over to face off against Cecilia, cocking her fists as she noticed Cecilia bolting off at her direction! Aria braced for the tackle as she was caught off guard by the sudden dash, leaving her with no opportunity for a counter attack. The Welshwoman winced as Cecilia's attack landed flush against her gut, sending her back slightly, before she then grabbed Cecilia by the waist, leaning forwards and letting her fall on top, attempting to Pin the girl down! Should Cecilia fight back against the attempt and break away, she would find that Aria would take a further swing with a left hook.

Attempted Sprawl

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[CaptainL]

Try as she might, Cecilia didn't have as much luck as she would have hoped when it came to getting under her opponents' skin with her taunts. As much as they might have looked like idiots, she had to give them some credit for being this serious about what they did. But that wouldn't do Cecilia any favors when it came to her usual strategy of getting into her opponents' heads and tearing them down with psychological warfare, ensuring she had the advantage even without a single punch being thrown. Nevertheless, Cecilia clenched her fist at her side, steeling herself. One way or another, when the bell rang, she was more than confident she would be able to outwrestle Aria, even if she couldn't intimidate her into backing down.

When that bell did ring, Cecilia didn't strike a moment too late. She took off straight toward Aria with a charge, hoping she might be able to surprise her with her oncoming blow. Sure enough, Aria wasn't prepared for Cecilia to come flying at her so quickly, and before she could even mount a defense she was thrown backward from the impact she made with the American's shoulder. However, it wouldn't be enough to bring Aria off her feet - and soon enough she reached out once again, grabbing Cecilia by the waist and falling forward to bring the two of them down!

Cecilia clenched her teeth, hissing under her breath at the reversal in their positions. She knew, feeling Aria's weight atop her own, that she was in a vulnerable spot, but she didn't want to stay there for long - certainly not long enough to risk a pin. As she bucked to shake her opponent off, she tried to swing her knee up to hit Aria in the ribs, but as soon as the blow landed, the Welsh woman snapped back with a punch that hit Cecilia in the cheek, cracking her head to the side. She coughed and sputtered as her head snapped back from the blow - but still Cecilia shot a glower back at her foe. If she wanted to take this to the ground, she was making a grave mistake. Cecilia could be just as dangerous on her back - something she was out to prove to Aria now, as she leaned back further to roll on her back with her legs up in the air, before throwing herself closer and attempting to snap her legs shut around Aria's head, her thighs compressing her skull with a headscissor!

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Aria cracked a grin upon landing the strike, pulling back her hand once more to land a few more bombs, but she didn't take into account the other counterattack that Cecilia was about to perform. As her opponent rolled back, she stepped in forward to close the distance, only to get hooked into the trap, line and sinker!

Cecelia's legs snapped around Aria's head, squeezing her cheeks and making her groan from the squeeze that was being done on her head, as the lanky girl then grasped at the vice now locked in taught. In a fit of slight desperation, Aria moves her right leg back slightly, before launching it forward, looking to break free of the leg-hold with one swift soccer-ball kick to Cecilia's spine as Irmela looked on, resting a foot on the bottom rope and an arm on the top.

[CaptainL]

Despite taking a blow from Aira's fist that sent her down against the canvas once again, Cecilia wasn't going to let this stop her for long. She had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, and one of them was lulling her opponent into a false sense of security. Aria would rest assured with the thought that Cecilia was a sitting duck for her to claim the dominant position on and keep under pressure...up until it was too late, as the silver-haired woman kicked up her legs, snapping them into place around her head!

With a smirk, Cecilia casually crossed her arms over her waist and leaned back to recline against the mat, her hair spreading out around her head. She wanted this to look easy, so that her opponent would think she could do this without even bothering to expend any effort - and all the while, her thighs were squeezing tighter and tighter around Aria's temples with each passing second. Turning her head to the side, Cecilia looked back at Irmela from through the ropes. In this position, Aria might not be able to see how utterly unbothered she was, but her partner certainly could - and if Cecilia had anything to say about it, the Austrian would think twice about doing business with her before she had even gotten into the ring.

What Cecilia had lost track of, in her taunts, was that Aria was setting up an attack of her own. Just then, the Welsh woman swung out with a kick that cracked against Cecilia's spine, and her back arched against the blow as her hips kicked into the air! With a gasp, Cecilia let go of Aria's head and tumbled over onto her side. But once there, she was quick to flick her hair out of her eyes, looking up from the mat and clenching her teeth into a scowl aimed at her opponent. She would soon kip up to her feet, standing ready to meet her should she come closer.

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Stumbling backwards as Cecilia released her from her grip, Aria then tucked her legs in just as she was about to lose balance and fall over. Performing a combat roll away from her opponent, she then struck a pose afterwards, with a half-kneeling position, arms outstretched just as Cecilia got up. The impromptu stare-down from either two participants would send a heave of approval from the crowd, as they applauded in doing so.

Standing upright to face her opponent once more while picking her fallen headwear up and placing it back on her head, Aria would shake her arms around as if she was cocking them at the ready, lightly bouncing on her feet as the Welsh woman then started circling around her opponent, hands raised as the girl traced a circle around Cecilia, just watching her as she was on guard. Stopping in her tracks, she then looked away slightly, moving her arms to the side as if to say "Fight me!" with her own body language, facial expression ever unwavering.