Blondes Have More Fun: Gisele LeBlanc vs. Betsy Lincoln

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission or KO.

***

Betsy sat in the gorilla position, waiting for her match to start, gazing at the television screen with her face in a sullen stupor. She should’ve been happy, and she knew it. From what she’d heard, Gisele was a firecracker of a woman, one of the hottest prospects LAW had to offer, dressed in a smoking hot outfit with an amazing body and that hair and just…whoof. All of it, top notch. She would’ve been all over this, most of the time.

But today? Today, she was just not feeling it.

She had spent the last month and a week recovering from her match with Tia Harris. It was, to put in the nicest way possible, a beatdown, and the second one she’d suffered at Tia’s hands. She was hammered with weapons, slammed and slapped, humiliated in so many ways while the whole world watched, and the fact that it was technically her first match in LAW made it sting so much worse. She didn’t even feel like having a match, really, and management offered to give her some time off to mentally recoup, but she knew better than to take it. This was her job, she needed to get back to it before she lost whatever edge she had left, and she was losing her mind sitting in the apartment all the time.

Even Troy being his usual bright, beaming self couldn't pull her out of this funk. Bless him, though. He tried hard. ”Hey, beautiful. Got you something.”

Betsy looked up from the chair she was slumping in and saw Troy there, looking down on her with a soft smile, while the massive shadow of his bulky body casted over her. He had two sports drinks in his hand, Cherry and Orange flavor, with some Japanese brand she didn't recognize. She could’ve translated the label, but that was more energy than she felt like expending.

”Thanks.” She took it, enjoyed a few sips, then screwed the cap back on before looking his way with a smile. He’d been supportive of her the whole time, even though she wouldn’t have blamed him for rubbing the salt in, just a little. He’d told she wasn’t ready to face Tia yet, that she wasn’t healed, that she shouldn’t have been anywhere near that ring, but she’d just gone and done it anyway like the complete idiot she was.

Troy didn’t bother to drink from his yet, instead keeping a careful eye on her, trying and failing to hide all the worry. ”How are you feeling?”

”I’m good. I’m okay.” She answered that question for what had to be the tenth time this day. ”But, I mean…I don’t know. Maybe I’m not ready for the ring yet, maybe call it off, be 100% sure before I-”

Troy cut her off with a reassuring hand on the shoulder, along with a light rub to push down the anxiety. God, he was so good at massages. Magic hands. ”Hey. Hey. Relax. Don’t think about Tia, don’t think about that match, don’t think about anything but going forward, okay? Clean slate. This is your real debut. You got this.”

That was a nice sentiment, and one Betsy desperately wanted to endorse. She’d wanted to start off in LAW well, but her solo career had been a disaster so far. A match that didn’t start and a match she wished hadn't started. ”I got this.” She smacked her gloves together and put some more bass in her voice. ”I got this.”

She was still repeating those words a few minutes later, as her theme music dyed down and she was stretching in the corner of the ring. Troy strolled around the perimeter of the ring, keeping an eye - they didn’t expect anything cross from Gisele, but there was no telling if Tia Harris might try something again.

Betsy Lincoln

American Woman

Betsy did her best to get into the moment, throwing out a few quick shadow punches as she bounced from foot to foot, doing her best to warm up. Focus, focus, focus.

[Dubski]

The arena dimmed with a hue of pink and red as Woman by Karen O & Danger Mouse played and Gisele LeBlanc stepped out onto the stage in her tight red outfit, posing for the crowd who cheered loudly for her. Still undefeated, still looking stacked, and still an absolute dynamo, Gisele LeBlanc was flexing her muscles as she posed to the crowd, looking excited for her next match up. The Powderbuff was prepared to make her next win and look good doing it in front of her adoring fans again who had taken to her quite a bit. As she went down to the ring, she took the time to pose, slap hands, and even get a little flirty with a few of them.

As Gisele got closer to the ring, she paused at the floor and glanced up at Betsy, smirking and raising her eyebrows at her before sauntering around the ring towards Troy, Betsy's apparent suitor. She wasn't sure what relationship he had with her opponent, but she wanted to make it clear she wasn't afraid of him--just in case. She walked around him, giving him a flirty wave with her fingers and a big, flashy smile. Then, the French-Canadian Blondeshell put her back to the apron in front of him and reached back to the middle rope with both hands and used it to pull herself up where she used her impressive core strength to go up and over the top rope and landed inside the ring. LeBlanc would lean over the top rope then and give a brief kissy face to Troy before winking.

Then, the Powderbuff walked right past Betsy, giving her a smirk before going to a corner and ascending to the middle rope and posing, flexing her muscles once more to the adulation of the crowd before hopping off and going back to her corner, watching Betsy with a grin. She licked her lips briefly, narrowing her gave as she crouched down. The bell came shortly after and Gisele stood upright again before walking confidently to the middle of the ring. "Well hello, you little Cheesecake... Let's have ourselves a fun time," remarked LeBlanc, easing into a grappling pose.

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy had been reasonably prepared for the woman who’d be coming out of the curtain - while she hadn't seen her in action yet, she knew about the buzz surrounding her and what it all meant. Amazing body, tight outfit, and most importantly, she was on a hot streak, clearing out several opponents before they’d met, not the least of whom was the woman who would go on to become the lightweight champion.

That was an impressive pedigree. That was championship material. And Betsy was a newcomer with one no contest and one horrible loss. Why did she get the distinct impression she was being used as cannon fodder?

Needless to say, it did nothing to still her dancing nerves, and she stayed that way when the music started and she got a good look at her opponent. The two of them were close to the same size, with Betsy maybe having an inch or two over her, but the demeanors were night and day. Gisele came down to the ring with this wild, fierce energy that was almost overpowering, exuding confidence with every step she took.

She didn’t even flinch as she came around the ring and waved to Troy, who gave her a quick wave back and a brief glance over. That wasn’t the first time someone gave him a bad look when he was at Betsy’s ringside, and it probably wasn’t a good mark on the league that most expected him to pull something. But he didn’t have any intentions of interfering. He and Betsy made a pact to never do that with their matches. It was all on them, sink or swim.

Betsy kept her position as Gisele did her thing, only coming forward when the bell rang. She couldn't keep the glum, strung out look off her face, still looking like someone had run over her dog, but she did manage to nod Gisele’s way. ”Yeah…yeah, sure.”

She sighed and brought up her fists into a tight boxing stance, not charging in on Gisele just yet. She went into her routine and started off with a couple of jabs, just flicking in her opponent’s range, testing how quick she was with that grappling stance.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was ready to throw down, but it seemed as though Betsy wasn't nearly as excited. Looking slightly confused at first, the Powderbuff canted her head when she saw her look so morose. She reared back out of range as the jabs came before stepping back entirely. She could see that Betsy wanted to start out with strikes, but that wasn't nearly LeBlanc's style. She liked to grab and throw the other woman around, and she wasn't about to get into a boxing match over it.

LeBlanc then remarked, "Why are you so glum, Cheesecake?" Then, Gisele would duck forward and go for front waistlock. Then, the French-Canadian would attempt to hoist Betsy into the air and try to drive her down to the mat in a simple spinning takedown and lock in a side waistlock hold from there. She wanted to keep the match at her own pace before her sourpuss opponent would come up with her own.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy grunted with irritation as her jabs caught nothing but air, slicing through fast enough to make an audible whistle. Not the best sign - she was sure she was faster than Gisele, but her opponent was smart enough to keep her distance and make her chase. That could wind up being a problem. She was way, way more comfortable taking this woman with the strikes than getting up close.

But up was what she was getting, whether she wanted to or not. Gisele was in her face a second later, snatching her up and whipping her about. Betsy hit the mat with a heavy thud, but it wasn’t too bad of a hit. She was fine for now, but the sooner she got out of this waistlock, the better.

”I’m fine, okay?” She gritted her teeth and started to push her way up. ”Just going through some stuff, had a bad injury. It’s nothing, let’s just…wrestle.”

Betsy knew her tone would tell the opposite, but she didn't care enough to try and hide it. Instead, she focused on forcing her way up, getting two feet on the mat while Gisele’s hold persisted. As soon as they were up enough, she reached back, tried to capture her opponent’s skull with a headlock, and attempted to pull her over with a hip toss, trying to plant her back flat on the mat.

[Dubski]

Gisele had taken down Betsy with relative ease, showing off exactly the style of wrestling she intended to bring into this match up. And when the French-Canadian heard Betsy's response, she knew it wasn't true. She could tell it was something else, but ultimately it wasn't Gisele's issue to pry into, but that didn't mean she would accept her opponent being so much of a downer. A headlock followed, pulling LeBlanc's head against Betsy's body with a small grunt.

As she was being pulled up by a rising Betsy, Gisele waited until Lincoln was about to throw her over with a hiptoss when the Powderbuff locked her leg around Betsy's, stifling her takedown. "Mmm... Well, we're about to have a good time, whether you want it or not, Cheesecake," remarked Gisele before giving Betsy a shove with quite a bit of force behind it, shooting her off into the ropes. She crouched down for a moment before waiting on the rebound and rushing right back at her opponent, going for a clothesline, wanting to take down Betsy with a strong strike!

[BlackAkuma]

Troy looked on, elbows on the edge of the ring, his face calm and unwavering. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with the way Betsy was moving - she had the right foot placement, was going through the motions with solid timing, had all the hallmarks of a good approach. She was competent…but not confident.

Betsy was such a naturally energetic person, always busting full of life and vigor. It was lost on this crowd, they were just getting used to her, but after seeing her in as many matches as he had? It was like watching an action flick in slow motion. Nothing was right, everything was off, and the result was predictable.

Betsy was shoved forward, sent rushing into the ropes, and it all she could do was keep her feet under her and not fall flat. She hit the ropes and came running back, only to run straight into a clothesline, one that crashed into her chest and knocked her flat.

”Damn it…” Troy muttered under his breath and gave the apron a good slap. ”Come on, babe! Get your head in the game! You’ve got this, show her what you can do!”

Betsy appreciated the vote of confidence, but it wasn’t enough to erase the pain in her chest. She began to push her way up, shaking her head along the way, as she tried to clear her vision after that heavy blow. ”Pfft. Whew, you hit hard…”

[Dubski]

Gisele swung her arm and hit it directly onto Betsy's chest in a stiff forearm. She then posed over top of her opponent, flexing that same arm she hit her with, smiling cheerfully. She then heard Troy shouting his support, glancing back at him with an amused smirk before looking back down to Betsy. "Oooo... Cheesecake, you have your own little cheering squad. I'll need to find me one of those," said the Powderbuff with a giggle.

LeBlanc would then grab her opponent around her waist in a gutwrench as she started to stand, catching her before she got entirely upright. "Just wait to see what else I can do hard, baby," she said in a flirty tone. Then, she would attempt to lift Betsy up and over, aiming to hit a Gutwrench Suplex on her opponent with surprising power!

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy nodded along with Gisele’s assessment, looking at Troy’s hopeful gaze from across the ring. He really believed she could pull this off, that she was worth something in the ring. He was the one who’d originally pushed for her to even try wrestling in the first place, and it seemed like such a good idea at the time, a natural fit. And now…

”Yeah,” She spoke with a breathless toned as she sat up and rubbed her chest. ”He’s great. He-”

Betsy was cut off by Gisele’s arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her up with a shocking amount of force and lifting her up high. She kicked, squirmed, tried her best to wiggle out, but there was no stopping what was happening - she was lifted up, spun around, and came down hard on her back, hitting with far more impact than you would’ve ever thought possible with two women of their size.

She rolled on impact, and she might’ve flopped straight off the ring if her arm hadn't smacked on the bottom rope. Instead, she slumped back and laid on her chest while she suffered, taking a deep lungful of air for her recovery. ”Stupid.” Betsy grumbled under her breath and rolled over to her back. ”So frickin’ stupid….”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc used her strength to send Betsy up and over with a Gutwrench Suplex, planting her right back into the mat with impressive force! The French-Canadian laid on her back after that and then glanced back, seeing Betsy's body roll towards the ropes, a smile on her face after seeing the damage she had done to her foe. "Oh, Cheesecake... You're going to have to start fighting back soon," said Gisele, pulling herself back up to her feet.

The buff blonde then went to Betsy, who was hanging out by the ropes, and then reached down behind her. Then, she attempted to grab hold of her around the waist, attempting to deadlift her up. She would then act like she was going to heave her up and over... only to drop Betsy right back down onto her feet and wrapping one arm around her waist and the other up to hold onto her shoulder in a sensual embrace, holding her close. "Not stupid though, cutie," remarked Giselw with a giggle.