Fight Type: Standard
Victory Condition: Pin, Surrender, Knocked Out
Gwen was very curious about what could happen this time for this fight, placing everything her costume required, she would wait for the sound of her entrance, the violins being the ones that would give the signal Spoiler
so she would excitedly let see how a small mist would cover her entrance passing by, before coming out and appearing before everyone, waving and starting to walk towards the ring, looking at the smiles of many and some who seemed happy to see her, so when she went up to the Ring, she would look at the place, happy she would be waiting for her Opponent no Big Scissors
In a start contrast with Gwen's entrance, Vasylna simply walked out from backstage into the arena with the opening notes from her brooding entrance theme. The Ukrainian cared little for theatrics or her image, and this debut match in LAW would not change that disposition. Spoiler
Attire
No mist, no poses, no crowd acknowledgement, not even a glance their way, just a sophisticated yet seemingly sinister strut as Vasylna made her way towards the ring. She slipped between the ropes and made her way into her corner, she stopped and placed one hand on her hip, shifting her posture and moving her eyes up to glare at her opponent to be. The white haired heel made note of Gwen's cutesy appearance, but more importantly her dangerous looking legs and to stay away from them.
The two wrestlers were instructed by the ref to meet in the middle of the ring for a pre match show of sportsmanship, and while Vasylna was willing to abide by the order, she was reluctant to make the first move for a handshake or even a simple greeting.
Gwen clearly realized that this girl seemed interesting, though not in the good way, with her attitude almost ready to kill her, it would be dangerous to attack without thinking, but for now she advanced, the center of the ring, a possible surprise attack from her was possible, but Gwen trusted her, and her little trick, but without fear she would offer her hand, for a handshake with a nice smile.
Even before the fight was underway, there was a great intensity that swept throughout the entire arena. The spectators, the ref, and perhaps even Gwen waited with baited breath to see if the goth would be so bold as to go for a cheap shot in her debut match!
Vasylna watched Gwen stuck out her hand with an earnest smile on her face. The Ukrainian responded with a "Hmph." as she continued to glare for a moment that seemed to last forever, her threatening expression and stance unphased by the blunette's smile, but to the surprise of many she reciprocated the action. The handshake was short lived, however, and Vasylna turned away without a word and made her way back to her corner of the ring.
She waited for the bell to begin the match, and once it sounded off she would start to slowly but unwaveringly approach her opponent.
Gwen was a little tense during the pre-start of the fight, the idea of some dirty move was there and boy was she relieved when she accepted the squeeze and then walked to her corner, relaxing Gwen, who also walking to her corner, would see her little Gwen in the corner waiting for her, arriving she would smile hearing the bell starting the fight, she would whisper some things, while watching as Vasyla approached, ending with her telling her stuffed animal
Time to try this new fabric!!!.
And so she would run at Vasyla by launching herself into a jump and aiming at her, attempting a direct kick to the face.
Vasylna had not expected Gwen to go for such a risky move to kick off the match!
Gwen was too quick with the attack for Vasylna to dodge, so instead she just held her arms up and used them to take the brunt of the flying kick. The impact elicited a grunt from the white haired wrestler and sent her tumbling back onto the mat, but the match had just started and she wouldn't stay down for long. springing up and keeping the same energy by charging at the seamstress and throwing a kick of her own aimed right at her midsection.
Gwen had set the pace for the match, and Vasylna was looking to make her regret it!
When Gwen lunged for that kick, she barely noticed the block Vasyla had made, Gwen being Gwen getting up, but before she could do anything else, she would receive a hard kick to her stomach, making her squirm and cough a little, before Gwen tried to Spin to get away from Vasyla, that kick was hard, and her lungs were making up for that shortcoming
The kick connected just as Vasylna had hoped, slamming right into Gwen's stomach. The audience's cheers quickly turned into jeers as the tides quickly turned against the crowd favorite. The Ukrainian wasn't surprised in the slightest by their reaction, and rolled her eyes and flicked her hair in response to the noise.
Vasylna had thought about what to do next, but the choice was suddenly made for her as Gwen turned away and started to retreat. Vasylna would walk after her, giving a slight smirk as she brought her arm up and then back down in a swift chopping motion against the bare skin on Gwen's back. The goth would keep repeating the attack, hoping to drive her opponent down onto her knees if possible.
Gwen was trying to escape from Vasyla, it was clear that the feeling of being suffocated was not one to be enjoyed, but escaping didn't seem to have changed things much, being that instead, she would be hit on her back, moaning in pain, trapped under Vasyla's attacks, before turning around and protecting her face with her arms, she would try to throw a double kick to push Vasyla away from her.
Vasylna was seemingly enjoying herself as she was raining down chop after chop onto the back of her opponent, so much so that she let down her guard and when Gwen turned towards her and threw out two lightning fast kicks she was wide open. There was a loud THWACK when the seamstress' strong legs whipped into Vasylna's body, sending her away and falling onto her side.
The Ukrainian let out a slightly aggravated "Hmm." as she started to lift herself back up with one hand clutching at her pained side. Vasylna was certainly in pain from the attack, but she maintained her sinister demeanor, using her other hand to flick some hair out of her face and glaring up in anger at the blunette.
