Snake in the Grass: Lynda Jäger vs Tilde Voclain

[Misfit_Alien]

'La Serpiente', Lynda Jäger vs Tilde Voclain
Match Type: "Tables Match."
The win condition of this match is to score a fall by driving one's opponent through a table via an offensive move of some kind. Be it a slam, a shove, a splash, a flying maneuver, or some kind of reversal, the match can ONLY be won by utilizing an offensive move to put someone else through a table. Additionally, due to the nature of the match, the fall will count anywhere so long as one opponent manages to drive the other through a table under the referee's vision.
No DQ - DQs, Count-outs, are off and weapon usage is allowed.

Spoiler

"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Berlin, Germany...slithering into the halls of LAW to sink her fangs into its' throat...standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 149 lbs...LA SERPIENTE...LYNDA JÄGER!!!!"

Spoiler

At the top of the ramp stood the serpent-themed luchadora, poised and ready as if she was about to go to war, and in a certain way, she WAS. A tables match was nothing to scoff at, and to make matters a little more intense, she was facing off against QUITE the opponent, Tilde Voclain. Of course, Lynda preferred things to be intense, she preferred things to be difficult, she preferred a REAL CHALLENGE, and Tilde was going to give it to her...because if she didn't the woman would be subjected to a tortuous night filled with excruciating pain at the hands of the masked woman. After concluding her entrance, Lynda made her to the center of the ring, having once again stolen a microphone from the announcer, leaving him perplexed as to how the sly German managed to do it yet again. She looked around and took note of the crowd's ceaseless muttering. She cleared her throat...and uttered a single word.

"SILENCE." As if on command, the crowd's collective volume decreased significantly as they paid attention, Lynda's icy and venomous word drilling an intense amount of fear down their spines as they paid her respect by paying attention. Though she locked eyes with none of them, they could all feel her chilling gaze, it was like having the tip of a knife being directly pointed at your chest where your heart would be, Lynda had them all under her command. "I come here tonight to demonstrate my skills yet again...because the first time was simply not enough. You all deserve another example of what I'm capable of, you NEED to experience the kind of chaos and destruction I leave in my wake firsthand...So I will give it to you, I will show you why you shouldn't take me lightly, I will show you why you shouldn't let your guard down around me. I will show you WHY you should have never let a SNAKE into your home." She said, delivering yet another chilling and venomous short-cut promo before tossing the microphone back to the outside of the ring as she moved to her corner, waiting for the arrival of her opponent, Tilde Voclain.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde observed the entrance her opponent made, she herself never was too good stirring things up with talk but she figured it was in good form to address it in some way when she got to the ring. Not that she had much time to think about that as her theme soon started playing.

Theme

"And her opponent, from Avignon, France, standing at 5'4 and weighing 173lbs, Tilde Voclain!"

Tilde

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A plainer announcement suited her just fine and made for a good contrast against her opponent. Just as it was done she took her position at the edge of the ramp, turning her back to the audience and flexing for a moment before she would turn and walk down the ramp at a brisk pace, she would stop by the announcer and make a gesture for him to give her the mic, which he would reluctantly do before she walked between the ropes. "So a little snake slithers its way into LAW and announces that she's dangerous. I think if you actually were, you would save the talk and settle for showing it but fine. Still, you are just a snake, and if you recall mythical Heracles, people like me choke snakes with ease." She said, punctuating the end by dropping the mic over the ropes as she got ready for the fight to start.

[Misfit_Alien]

Upon seeing her opponent's entrance, the masked woman would calmly await the Frenchwoman's arrival in the ring. To her surprise, Tilde had a few words on her mind that she wanted to deliver to Lynda. To hear her opponent stand her ground and talk back to her...Lynda LOVED it. A chance for a bit of back-and-forth verbal action was EXACTLY what Lynda was hoping for. Of course, these provocative statements would not go unanswered. "I speak my word and stake my claim because I am a woman of class and valor, someone who values all aspects of this fine ring. Vicious and venomous as I may be, I know there is more to this than just brute strength...without the character to match, you might as well not exist. There is nothing little about me, Tilde. She said, looking down upon her purple-haired opponent.

Make no mistake about that. There is nothing mythical about you, so don't compare yourself to a legendary figure. Talk like that will only spell your downfall. You speak of fairytales and myths but let me illustrate the cold reality of YOUR story. You're going to be left paralyzed, beaten, and torn to shreds." Lynda responded, walking up to her opponent to come face-to-face with her, measuring her opponent up. With six inches on her but a deficit of twenty-four pounds, Lynda continued to analyze and study Tilde with those cold eyes of hers. After she had spoken, Lynda backed away with a smirk, her lips curling in this devilish style as she looked at Tilde with this cruel intention in her gaze. Once she was ready, and after Tilde reacted to her statements, she got her stance after the referee cleared both fighters and checked their gear, calling for the bell shortly after.


DING!!!

[ThatPolishDude]

"You might be right, my comparison to the myth was an exaggeration. No hero of legend will be needed to put a common water snake like you down." Tilde replied shortly before the bell rang, theatrics like that were not her style but still, she found that quite fun and it would surely make the match even better however it goes from here.

When the bell sounded, she would rush forward, wasting no time for cirvling and measuring each other up. She would raise her arm as if going for a lariat before tucking low in an attempt to spear her foe right back into the corner.

[Misfit_Alien]

Lynda smirked with a sinister amount of glee, playing up her role perfectly as she bantered with Tilde. However, the time for talk was over...as now was the time for ACTION, and Tilde was wasting no time in getting in close and engaging with the masked luchadora. Tilde works Lynda over into the corner, shoving her back and locking her in the corner with her shoulder charge, spearing her right in the midsection. The German wrestler coughs, letting out a strained grunt of pain before gritting her teeth and planting her feet down. With a vigorous growl, she wraps an arm around Tilde's neck, locking her in place, not allowing her to lean back up. After choking her out some, Lynda would use her free hand and bring it down onto Tilde's back, slamming her spine with several hammer fists as she brought her tightened fist down upon Tilde's backside again and again and again.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde found herself in a precarious position as her charge brought the effect she initially wanted but the rest of her plan fell flat. She had enough presence of mind to tuck her chin and stop the strangulation attempt but she could do nothing against the strikes that came down on her spine. She would grunt with each strike, her knees shaking under her but remaining firm. Then she would hold tighter onto Lynda's midsection as she backed away from the corner dragging the german wrestler with her before coming back to slam her back against the corner once more, this time with more force than before!

[Misfit_Alien]

Tilde's approach had backfired, allowing the Serpent to batter her backside with a few good strikes. Now that she was hurting, Lynda could use this moment to try and mount a proper counterattack against the woman. However, Tilde was quick to back up and ram the German lady against the corner once again, eliciting a much harder grunt out of her system this time as specks of spittle flew from her lips upon impact. Seems that Tilde was a little more stubborn than most people, no worries though...Lynda plants her feet down firmly and tries to twist herself and Tilde around so that she can set a foot onto the middle rope and use that to propel herself around once more with a little more momentum to try and spike Tilde down onto the canvas skull-first with a Tornado DDT.

Spoiler

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde recognized what her opponent was going for pretty quickly so when she bounced up off the top rope, her hands were already at Lynda's hips, holding her up in the air and not allowing for the move to finish. Then she would bring down on top of the corner, tailbone first.

[Misfit_Alien]

Just before Lynda could manage to pull her move off, Tilde responded with a quick counter, halting Lynda's momentum and bringing her down hard onto the top of the turnbuckle, eliciting a slight shout of pain from her lips as the masked woman grunts with such fervent anger, seething as she growls. Tilde was already proving to be quite the contender...at least she wasn't a TOTAL pushover. Regardless, this would not halt the Serpent's advances. Like a strong venom coursing through one's veins, Lynda's eventual takeover was inevitable...It was only a matter of time...While up on top of the turnbuckle, Lynda would try to kick Tilde away, attempting to lift her boot up and plant its heel directly into the woman's cheek to force her back.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde grunted as she was kicked in the face, that was fin tough, at least now she was free. And though Lynda might not have thought that she just gave her the perfect gift. Tilde's hands would tighten around the ankle of Linda before she could move it away and with one powerful pull, she would aim to get the woman off of the corner and crushing straight down to the mat. If she managed to get this far she would also give a firm stomp to her foe's midsection, digging her heel in a little.