Royal predators - Olivia Torres vs Gabriel Vinlee

[Hagen-Autem]

Type: Modified Standard.

Rules: This match includes a lot of condescension in favor of a more fluid and fun wrestling, and that goes from allowing the entrance of objects inside the ring to elude the modesty to apply lewd maneuvers. However, disqualifications are the order of the day. If the referee catches one of the contestants doing a low blow, raking the eyes of the other or using a closed fist, a warning will be given. If 3 infractions occur in a row the contestant will be automatically disqualified.
There will be no 10-count if the fight is continued outside the ring, but a pinfall or submission will only count if it occurs inside the ring.

Victory by: Pinfall, submission or K.O.

Music Entrance

It didn't take long for her musical rhythm to echo through the stadium and she emerged from her nook and cranny to attend to the crowd, peeking her silhouette and posing at the top of the ramp with one hand on her waist and sticking out her tongue as she looks from one end to the other, winking at some lucky person who did nothing more than fuel the initial cheers. To her, fans are nothing more than fickle spectators who switch sides based on their own selfish interests. But she also knows that if she were on the other side of the show, she herself would be the same. So today she came to play with their euphoria a little on a whim.

She would no longer bother trying to find out if her matches include difficult wrestlers, challenges or dangers that push her to the limit; nor would she wait for Gael and Alice to insist to the LAW higher-ups to go give her those kinds of opponents. She's going to take this as one of those tests of her ability to attract general attention and the way she plays her role in matches and that's it. No, she will have to follow the string until she finds what she came for here, in the biggest federation in the world, her new home.

And, besides, the queen would continue to go in here with such moderately informal gears for the fight as she still decided on the design of her main gear - although she was delaying it on purpose because this mix of skirts and short shirts; blouses and cosets; and accessories was so typical of the style of her faction, of the pub and of herself that it was almost as if it was a symbol of her own. A way of telling the world that she's always up for a good match whenever and wherever, as well as an intentional reflection of a mania of hers to break the mould a bit on this very professional canvas in order to feel in her own skin in her matches.

It would take no time at all for Gabriel to climb up the ring steps with that graceful and subtle wobble of her, and enter the ring through the ropes - one leg at a time, before climbing up to their corner and waving to the crowd at that end of the stands. To culminate with her entrance by holding her ground there, to sit at the top of the corner facing the entrance to the ramp, cross-legged, and awaiting the arrival of her opponent. For beyond the name, she didn't want to and couldn't know more, because it would ruin the surprise of herself for herself.

She would even fan her hand to the referee so that he would ignore her and continue with the next wrestler.

Gear of the First Queen of Pub-Club

[Yummybunny]

"Whooooa...God how did she even do that? Look at the crowd! Maaaan..." Olivia was nearly kicking herself realizing she'd have to follow after THAT opening. She was still new to this whole 'coming out and making a scene' thing! She'd never really had to do somethin' this...Grandious before a match. It was just, come out beat some bitches ass go home, and celebrate. Easy, quick, done. Now there was light shows and entrance themes and...And...Dammit, she just wanted to knock some bitches out and feel good! All this just felt like it got in the way!

Well, it wasn't like thinking about it or bitching about it would change anything. As her name was called she shuffled herself up to the top of the ramp, taking in a deep breath to try and calm her pre-fight jitters and shake off those damn cobwebs. Right now nothing else mattered. She needed to come out and wow everyone...Just like she saw before and just like she'd practiced over and over again.

Olivia~

She gripped onto her mask...Tugging it down a few times over her face just to make sure it was nice and tight. "Haaaa...Alright alright alright...Just like we did for my debut...Wait for it...Wait fo-"

GIANTS

I'm Trouble And You're Wa-Wa-Wanting It!

"Let's go." As the beat began to speed up she made her way out past the curtains! She bounced on the balls of her feet, letting her body jump and bounce with her. She made her way over to the fans on the right waving and high-fiving those who reached out, then same to the left. Trying to give everyone a bit of love before rushing down towards the ring. Sliding in underneath, she bounced up and took a long hard look at Gabriel for a moment almost as if sizing her up...She then cracked a smirk and made a kissy face to her before running to the nearest corner post and jumping up it. She timed it just perfectly to mouth out "Ay, nada nos puede parar, oh, no!" along with the song before tossing one arm up and hopping back off the post.

She let herself settle back into her post, legs cross and sitting on the bottom-most turnbuckle. Almost like some queen on her thrown. Her eyes never leaving Gabriels, trying to challenge her even now before the bells even rung.

[Hagen-Autem]

It was splendid! Torres was such a contrast to the blonde that it looked like a tacit competition to see who could conquer the stands the most. And when that beautiful brunette occupied the space of the lowest turnbuckle in her corner with her backside, with the same grace as her opponent, as if taunting and challenging her with no respect whatsoever, as well as applying that look so determined not to be outdone by her in any way which the laudatory smile into which the queen's vain gesture turned was priceless. She was one of the types of opponents Gabriel want to have more often. Now she really wanted to take this match to heart and the crowd erupted in a growing cheer as they detected their mutual interest in each other.

It did not look as if either of them would leave their throne because the umpire demanded it - their eyes were more interesting from that distance, though it was no more a staring contest between the wasp and the viper, nor were they merely warring from afar with their prides - though not at all unwilling to yield in either. At least not with the first queen. Gabriel was inclined to read everything she could discern about the woman before moving on to the next step. This was her way of showing her that she had her full interest, even over the referee's authority, so the referee had no choice but to follow this rebelliousness and assimilate her ostracism to start the match without the confrontation.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

And ironically it was with the talan of the bell that they got the queen to jump out of her corner to meet the other woman in playful strides. Whether she got to her corner or the centre of the ring or even somewhere in between, without hesitating their eye contact at any moment, and Gabriel was willing to be surprised just to have her in front and have to look her up so as not to break eye contact with this heavyweight.

Ready to raise her arms and ask Olivia to take them with a playfully cute, flirtatious and demanding look wanting to pursue this purr with a test of strength hold to see what else they can offer each other from the start.