My Dear Little Ladies

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Helena was on edge. Ever since her PPV match with Melody she just hadn't been herself for obvious reasons. She wanted to come back, re-establish herself and stir the pot. She grinned as she looked herself over in the mirror. He looks were quite obviously top notch, enough to make most men drool on sight. Her attire fit her form perfectly. She was at least looking like her devilish old self.

During a break in the action, Helena strut down to the ring unannounced with a mic in hand as she walked. She walked to the ring and up the ring steps as the crowd loudly booed her presence. They knew she was nothing but trouble. Helena made her way through the ropes and stood in the center of the ring and smiled.

"I know some of you didn't think you would see me again so soon, but it is my absolute pleasure to disappoint you common rabble fools. You see, I have had some time off and thus given a chance to sit back and examine the state of LAW from afar. I want to see LAW succeed, I really do. It should be a place for the best of the best, a place that deserves to have someone such as myself in it, parading about with a belt and rightfully so. However, there is this sideshow... this collection of women who are cute don't get me wrong.... but they can only put on entertaining shows when they face one another." Helena said with a smirk as she paused, looking around the arena. "I see these tiny lightweights running around, and anytime they face a full sized woman they lose horribly, and need luck to put on any sort of show. Middleweights and heavyweights face one another interchangeably, never disappointing. However, I think it is time LAW got rid of the girl scout division."

[Devastated]

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This bitch had to be fucking mental. That was the thought that ran through Alyssa Monroe's head as she heard the words of some low rung middleweight wrestler. A woman who hadn't even been in the middleweight championship tournament was coming out and talking smack about Lightweights and saying they couldn't match middleweights? Fuck if that meant here. Alyssa would swing her red jacket up onto her shoulders as she glared up at the television screen in the locker room.

She had a match planned for tonight, but fuck if she cared. The young blonde was pretty damn pissed at those words. The fucking notion that she wouldn't be able to match anyone here in LAW was insulting to her. She shook her head, and then kicked the locker room door open, quite literally. Her big black boot was the first thing that left the room as she marched her way down towards the ramp. Stopped at the Gorilla position by the stage hands who started to tell her that she couldn't go down there cause she had a match planned soon.

"Fuck it, cancel it! I'm kicking that slags fat ass." Alyssa let out in a cold tone to the stage hand as she would shove them away. They scrambled to quickly get her music started as Alyssa Monroe would march her way down the ramp. Seeing a woman standing by the side of the ring, another stage hand with a microphone, she'd walk up and snatch it from them as she came up towards the ring and rolled in.

Getting up to her feet she'd glare over at the taller brunette. " Where the hell do you get off spouting such fucking nonsense, huh ?!" Alyssa shouted out at Helena. She would walk right up towards the middleweight wrestler, fire in her eyes as she would glare over at the woman. " Are you that desperate for an ass-kicking, are you luv?" Alyssa spoke out as she would place one hand on her hip, her fingers slipping into the pocket of her jeans short shorts as she held the microphone up with her other hand, glaring at Helena.

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Helena saw an angry little lady emerge and yawned as she spoke. She was saying some vulgar laden speech about something or other. "My dear, such language is just a prime example of the rubbish of the lightweight division. It is a classic case of a group of women all with little dog syndrome. You nip, yelp and bark up a storm but just fail to really do anything about it. Having to rely on crude insults just helped prove my point my precious little woman." Helena said, looking genuinely disinterested in whomever it was that emerged to speak to her in such a manner.

[Devastated]

Alyssa would step up right in front of Helena as the condescending and pompous tone of Helena kept talking down to her. Alyssa was not happy about this and would stand straight and look dead at Helena. Waiting until the bigger woman was finished, Alyssa would simply start to remove her jacket and then toss it straight at the woman's face!

Stepping back Alyssa would bring the microphone up to her face and then let out. " Let's see if you're this fucking cocky after I re-arrange your face. Frenchie!" Alyssa pointed out as she would gesture for them to bring down a referee. Wanting nothing more than to shut Helena Dubois up once and for all.

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Helena let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. She shook her head disapprovingly. "My dear, I am from Canada. While I am a French Canadian please at least appear somewhat educated and do try to not say ridiculous things such as assuming people are from the wrong place." Helena said. She hadn't planned on a match, and this little girl seemed like a hot-head with a touch of psychopath in her. Just the type Helena was trying to avoid if she could.

Still, putting this inferior lady in her place would be a somewhat useful way to pass her time on this evening so Helena readied herself for this unidentified little girl.

[Devastated]

" Like I give a shit. You could be from Africa for all I care. With a last name like that, you're as French as they come." Alyssa pointed out as she would take a step back. Looking the slightly taller woman up and down for a moment as the referee scrambled into the ring. She slid in underneath the bottom ropes and then headed up between the two women to make sure they wouldn't start to fight. They then started to explain to rules and what kind of match it would be. Making saying that it was going to be a standard match and that victory would gained by Pinfall, submission or K.O.

Alyssa would grab the ref and shove her out of the way, stepping right up into Helena's face, practically pushing herself against the bigger woman. " Bollocks. Me and this big cunt here will do a submission match! Unless the Frenchie is too scared and feels like retreating." Alyssa spoke out as she would glare into Helena's eyes, a cocky almost over-confident grin on her face as she place her hands on her hips and kept a fierce glare going with the French Canadian.

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This little woman did enough talking for the entire roster... and such crude language to boot! "...ugh, fine, very well. If it pleases you and makes you stop talking let it happen." Helena said looking more annoyed than anything. She put her mic down and set her ring jacket aside as she appeared to be ready to face this.. whomever she was.

Helena was not going to lose a match to her plain and simple. Submissions weren't her forte but she was still well versed in a number of moves that had made many women lesser to her tap out. Women just like this miniature pony of a wrestler.

[Devastated]

Alyssa would watch as Helena began to remove her jacket, the blonde would simply shake her head. She would roll her shoulders and step back as the rowdy Brit would look over towards the referee. She would nod towards her, the referee would step back and declare this a submission match, giving both of the wrestlers a little run down on the rules. It was basic and simple, the only way to win was to have one of the women submit to the other, via verbal submission or tapping out. Otherwise, standard rules applied, rope breaks, no weapons, no low blows, generally no cheating or dirty fighting.

The blonde would look over at her bigger opponent, a smirk on her face as she would raise her arms up ready to throw down against Helena. All that she needed to hear was the bell, then she'd put this uppity French-Canadian bitch in her place.