Isabela Cabal Vs. Dallas Fairchild (D) - Bullrope Match

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Match Type: Bullrope Match
Rules: Both wrestlers are connected by a bull rope which can be used as a weapon. Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

Isabela would once again find herself in the LAW locker room all by herself. She would be standing up, doing a few stretches to ensure her muscles were loosened and not stiff while looking at a mirror in front of her. She was at the moment getting ready for her next match. Like before she was a bit nervous, each match was effectively a major show and competition at the same time. But this time she was a bit more confident as she kept reminding herself that she had done a match before and that this time she would do better. With that, she would do another scan, making sure her wrestling attire was ready.

It seemed that her attire was fine, and her body was loosened up while her mind was ready to go. In the end, there was only one thing bugging her, her opponent. Or to be more specific, the fact that she didn't know anything about her opponent. Effectively she was now a wild card that couldn't be predicted and was taking part in a Bullrope match. As such there wasn't much preparation she could do aside from watching some previous bull rope matches that had happened. Hopefully, with the knowledge she had gained from there, this would give her an edge.

She would then look at the clock and see that it was almost time for her match to start. It was best if she left now and got to her location a bit early just in case anything happened. With that, she would make her way to the door and exit the room. She began walking down the hallway, a few staff members remembered her from her previous match but some didn't know her. It seemed she would need to make more of an impression and continue to grind at this if she wanted to get the fame and respect that she desired.

Eventually, she arrived at the entrance, staying just out of sight. She would give a friendly nod to the staff there, they were after all people who were helping build her career and as such deserved her respect. She was even making a point to learn their names and get to know them a bit. They would then give her the signal to go out on stage as her theme music began to play:

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With her music now blasting, the crowd would start to cheer and she wouldn't keep them waiting. The Mexican wrestler would make her way out of the backstage and onto the ramp. With that, she would strike a pose and let the crowd take her in as she looked around.

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As she scanned the arena, she saw a few signs directed toward her. It seemed she had some fans now, some posting silly stuff like "I want to be your sacrifice." She would give a smile on the inside, it seemed she was building up a following. That was good, that meant she was doing things right and just had to keep. But right now she needed to stay in character and focus on the match. With that, she would make her way down the wrestling ring. Reaching the edge of the ring, she would grab the bottom rope before using it to pull herself up and then land on the middle rope. Upon arriving on the middle rope, she would use it as a springboard and jump into the center of the ring, giving a bit of flashy entrance for the crowd and trying to build some momentum for herself before the match even started.

Now fully in the ring, she would make her way to her corner before climbing up onto the middle ropes and raising her fist in the air. Letting the crowd who didn't have the best view before get a good look at her now. Holding that position, she would make sure to scan, trying to make eye contact with a few people before then jumping off and landing back in the ring. Having finished her entrance she would now simply lean on the turnbuckle and grab onto both ropes as she awaited for her opponent to arrive.

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Dallas' time within the Japanese wrestling circuit wasn't quite panning out like she figured. In fact her entire excursion reminded her of a meek lil' piglet she helped raise back on her farm amongst all types of cantankerous bovine. The lil' oinker would get nudged out of the way by the other pigs whenever it was feeding time and was most definitely the runt of the litter. And right about now, Dallas was feelin' just like that snot-nosed piggie. Ever since movin' here halfway across the world she'd come to realize just how much of a small fish in a big pond she was with scores of other ladies outclassin' her in terms of wrestling ability, showmanship, and especially the business side of things. Tryouts were a right hassle too and it took everything she had just to make the cut into the professional leagues 'round these parts, but even than she'd be finding herself being traded around from one wrestling federation to another until ultimately setting up camp in LAW. Trainers just explained it as a sign that fans and upper management must see something in her if she's being bounced around all over Japan like this, which was a positive outlook she merrily adopted.

"Dagnabbit, where in tarnation is my ten-gallon..." Dallas asked with one hand scrounging through her tote bag backstage in the locker-room, but thankfully already dressed otherwise. Her coaches tellin' her to arrive early to which she obliged which allowed her extra time to find her cowgirl hat. Rather than feel sullen about her lower slot on the card Dallas used it as a way to light a fire under her keister and step up her trainin' regiment. Just like that little piglet who eventually grew into a champion-sized bovine herself, Dallas strove to take her place amongst the top contenders. Hopefully without gaining three-hundred pounds though. She just wish she knew more about her dance partner for the night, all she got was a name and somethin' about her bein' a streamin' Mayan. Even if that were the case it still wouldn't be any weirder than her last match against that bratty blonde, but knowing what the match type was did instill more than a modicum of confidence about her chances of winnin'. Dally squirreling her cowgirl hat out of the bottom of her tote bag and placing it on her noggin after securing the rest of belongings.

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The guitar twangs of Dallas' theme started playing alongside a setting sun being showcased on the Titan-tron with horses galloping along the countryside. Taking a few seconds to thank the backstage personnel in the gorilla position for helping her get acclimated to LAW before tipping her hat and walking off to make her entrance. The country gal striding out from behind the curtains and posing at the top of the ramp, mock holstering her finger guns before confidently sashaying down the ramp while high-fiving several fans along the way. A bullrope coiled around her left arm as made her way down the ramp before climbing up onto the ring. Than ascending up to the top of the nearest corner to gaze out over the arena with a smile as bright as sunshine before letting out a "YeeHAW!!!" and hopping into the ring. Dallas handing off her hat and bullrope to the official who'd start prepping it for the match's usage, the cowgirl striding up to meet Isabella with the same jovial expression. "Well butter my biscuits, that's a right spiffy outfit ya got there!!! Looks authentic too, is that what them Mayan's or Incans wore too?"

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Isabela was currently leaning on the turnbuckle as she then heard her opponent's theme song start playing. Sometimes you could learn something from the theme song of your opponent, and get an idea of their attitude and perhaps style. This was a song she recognized, one that she had heard before, several times. Perhaps she was a heel-style wrestler who did whatever she needed to win. Isabela would make sure to stay on guard for dirty tricks. She then saw her opponent make her debut, she had a cowboy or perhaps she should say cowgirl theme to her. That would explain the theme music in a sense.

She then watched as Dallas made her way to the ring with the bull rope in hand. Now the match was starting to make more sense, this was something suited to her strength. However, it also seemed she liked to work up the crowd. Perhaps something in between a face or heel? This was going to make the match a bit trickery, it was best if she showed no mercy, even if it was her opponent's first match in LAW. She was getting a bit nervous as she felt there were a bit too many unknowns and her opponent had the field advantage, so to speak but she couldn't let that show, she needed to show confidence and be confident while gathering as much information as she could.

As Dallas made her way toward Isabela, the Aztec wrestler would also move toward the center of the ring. "Aztec but if you wish to learn about the Mayans or Incans I can show you what we did to them." said Isabella as she then gave a confident smirk for a second before then sizing up Dallas. She was attempting to look confident here and also seeing if her opponent would get easily scared. "So, cowboy outfit. I take it you have experience using a rope to capture bulls or other animals?" asked Isabella in a bit more of a neutral tone. She would take a moment to listen to the crowd and see if they were cheering for anyone specific. She did want to win them to her side after all in order to build up her career. If this new wrestler was doing something right, then perhaps she could learn a thing or two from her. Otherwise, she would go with her usual tactics. The referee would start to get the rope ready, attempting to start tie them together with it.

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Unlikely though it may have been for anyone else to believe her, Dallas actually didn't have a hand in deciding tonight's match stipulation whatsoever. Maybe it was backstage producer's thinking the gimmick match could help jump start both ladies’ popularity, or maybe someone just had a kink for cowgirls and ropes. Dallas was as pleasantly surprised as anyone else by the announcement and how thematically appropriate it was for the Texan ranch-hand. Although she may have come into this match with a bit of a chip on her shoulder thanks to the natural advantage she has from her expertise with a bull rope, she still knew it was up to her to roll up her sleeves and put the work in if she wanted to not only earn her first LAW victory, but start winning over the people and gain some traction with the wrestling fandom. Earnin' enough money to send back home was the name of the game for the plucky cowgirl, but she needed to start climbing her way up the rankings first. Unfortunately Dallas was already starting off with an "L" from incorrectly guessing the South American heritage Isabela was representing.

"Oh, well that'd be mighty neighborly of ya. Can't promise whatever you teach me about the Aztecs is gonna stick though. Safe to say I wasn't much of a bookworm in high school. But that festive outfit really is somethin'..." Dallas remarked with an index finger scratching the side of her smiling facials, the thinly veiled threat from Isabela nevertheless flying straight over her pig-tailed head as the referee started tying the bull rope around her other waist. "Oh, you betcha I know my way 'round a bullrope, Honey Bunches. Ya say you can teach me about the Aztecs, well I can teach you how to lasso and wrangle down any farm animal ya got. You might actually learn firsthand what it's like to be trussed up with yer fanny in the air by the time I'm done with ya." Dallas' competitive tease accompanying the referee signaling for the match to begin once he's thoroughly secured the ropes on both wrestlers wrist. She twirled it once more around her wrist and steadied her posture, approaching with a smirk to see if her foe had the grits to accept a lock-up and attempted shove to the corner turnbuckle if all went well.

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That wasn't the response Isabela had expected. It seemed her opponent wasn't the brightest out there. Still, that might just mean she focused more on fighting and other physical work. Best to take her seriously and go all out. "Don't worry, I don't teach using books, I teach using moves. By the time I am done, you will be no different from the Mayans." stated Isabela in response to her opponent as she gave a bit of a twisted smirk. She was sure this one would also fly over her head but she didn't care.

That being said, it seemed her opponent could also tease, though the difference was that Isabela could understand it. "Mighty confident but you just might be the one who gets tied up. Such a thing was common practice for the enemies of the Aztec." stated Isabela as she wondered if this one would go over her head. It was far more direct and to the point. Then again, perhaps the cowgirl was pretending to be a fool, in order to make people underestimate her. Best to go all out and not fall for any possible tricks or to underestimate her. The referee would then wrap the rope on the Mexican wrestler. And with that, the referee would motion for the bell ring.

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Isable would watch as her opponent made her way towards her with her arms raised up. She would also raise her arms up and attempt to lock up the cowgirl. This would be a good way to understand how well she stacked up versus her opponent. Locking their arms together, she would now try to overpower her, attempting to push her into the turnbuckle.

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Dallas sure wasn't expecting to be offered so much enlightened education on South American history today, although she figured it came with the territory considering her adversary was so invested in its tribal heritage. The cowgirl thinking that maybe one day she could return the favor to Isabela by teaching her some of the history behind the Lone Star state or how to properly maintain a farm and it's cattle. Dallas' confidence in hog-tying Isabela before the night was over stemming from firsthand experience doing just that against animals who probably had a hundred pounds or so over the Aztecan wrestler. Dallas' idea of offering her foe her own brand of Texan tutelage was just a fleeting thought for now since she had more pressing matters at hand once the ring bell sounded off in the distance.

Dallas appreciating the accepted lock-up that entangled their arms together with one hand clasped behind Isabela's neck, a competitive smirk as she glared straight ahead into her foe's eyes. Straightening out her stance with a flex of her tightened back muscles as she extended one leg far behind her. "Maybe ya got some grit after all~...Yer so keen on teaching me so much history, maybe I can teach ya some Texan facts. I think you'd look plum spiffy in a ten-gallon hat. Still, I bet none of those Mayan's could have seen this coming." Dallas' words preceding the wily cowgirl into side-stepping and using her grip in the lock-up to Irish-Whip Isabela into the corner turnbuckle behind her. The Texan still being hot on her adversary's trail as after her foe's back hit the corner, Dallas would come sprinting ahead with an attempt at plowing her shoulder into the Aztecan's midsection.

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The two wrestlers would now lock into a collar and elbow tie-up. Isabela was attempting to get a feel of her opponent, trying to see how strong and how fast she was. her opponent continued to speak before she suddenly sidestepped and Isabela felt herself getting wiped into the corner. She would turn at the last second, letting her back impact the turnbuckle, causing a decent amount of pain. Her arms would grab onto the ropes for support. She saw her opponent closing the distance and going for a spear. The Mexican wrestler would sidestep at the last moment, pulling on the ropes as well to help herself move and letting Dallas go right into the turnbuckle.

"You may have strength and endurance but do you have speed as well?" said Isabela after dodging the attack. Still holding onto the ropes, she would attempt to throw a kick right into her opponent's stomach, trying to take the wind out of her. Best to start wearing down her opponent. The match was young and it would probably go on for a while. Her opponent probably had the same thought as well, hence why she probably went for a spear. This meant despite this being Dallas debut, she knew what she was doing and how to win a match, making her opponent all the more dangerous. This meant Isabela would need to hold nothing back. As such, if her kick landed, she would attempt to repeat the process a few times.

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Considering all of the heavy lifting the cowgirl was accustomed to back home as a ranch hand, whether it was hefting bales of hay around or trudging farm equipment through the mud, Dallas pridefully assumed she'd at least have the strength advantage going into this tribal warfare of theirs. Further testing that theory against Isabela seemed like the smart play once they were securely locked into a collar and elbow, except that Dallas' rambunctious characteristics and fire-blooded demeanor decreed she start off with an explosive sequence instead. Side-stepping herself in order to Irish Whip Isabela into the ropes, with a sprinting spear attempted except with her shoulder only connecting with the metal turnbuckle post. Dallas left to dejectedly hang over the middle turnbuckle pad before meekly shoving herself out of the open gap.

"...Mgh...Safe to say it looks I could work on my speed, I figure..." Dallas muttered under her breath, a flinching wince on her facials as she clutched onto her aching shoulder and rather embarrassed from failing spectacularly in the botched spear attempt. A swelling soreness in her shoulder being all she had gained in the end as she pivoted around to rest her back against the turnbuckle and have Isabela's boot plunged into her breadbasket. "OOF!!" Dallas' figure quaked and buckled inward with her pert backside swelled against the middle turnbuckle pad alongside groaning softly from having the wind stamped out of her sails by the Mexican wrestler. Accompanied by several more kicks into her crumbling core with each strike making her quiver until she'd justifiably sag down into a seated slump with huffed breathes and golden locks hanging over her head.