Tables Match: Too win one must put their opponent through a table.
This was an... interesting development that Cleo wasn't sure about if she was being honest. Being matched up against anyone was no issue to her. Hell she relished the chance to make someone hers and bring them to keel.What she was less sure about however was the idea of this being a tables match. After all she came up in more... soft centered match types as opposed to the more hardcore. But do anything once as they, and if anything it meant she might be able to end this sooner than expected, so why not? Really she just wished there was more info on her opponent, Cleo could find hardly anything but what she had seen she figured her foe must be some kinda headcase.
Unfortunately she'd have no more time to ponder over it. An official came and told her it was time, to which she nodded and got up. Whatever, sh was confident she could turn whatever antics hr opponent trid against her with her own bag of tricks! After all what's the worst that could happen? Approaching the entrance ramp and pausing Cleo would take a breath before nodding as her music started up and sh cam eout, posing and blowing kisses for the fans who gave a mixed reception to her approaching given her villainous reputation. Spoiler
Not that it mattered to Cleo who sauntered down to the ring with a mode's grace. Hopping onto the ring apron and laning all the way back while extending a leg into the air Cleo got more than a few wolf whistles and catcalls before slid between the ropes and into the ring. Standing up to her full height and approaching the corner Cleo would turn and wait for her opponent to come down, feeling confident and just waiting on her opponent at this point! Spoiler
Like many times before, Isabela was now in her locker room. It was time for another match and this time it was a match that she was hyped up about, a table match! The usual nervousness she felt was now gone, having done several matches already, she felt experienced. But it was more than that, tonight she got to debut a new gimmick, her custom table that she would bring to the match itself. She would take a look to the side and see it lying upright versus the wall. It was painted and designed in a way to look like an Aztec sacrifice altar. She had also gotten it a bit reinforced so it wouldn't get damaged easily, after all, she wasn't going to use lower-quality stuff, only the best for herself and her fans. This was all done in order to help boost the Aztec theme that she had going. Giving the fans that little extra. After all, they had given her a custom weapon, it was best to repay them by giving them a bit extra.
Checking her uniform and the table, she would then look at the clock and see it was almost time for her match. Taking one last glance in the mirror to make sure everything was fine she would then grab the table and make her exit. With that the Mexican wrestler would make her way down the hallway and towards the entrance, encountering several staff members. A few of them were looking at the table, curious and even asking some questions. Isabela would simply tell them to watch the match, it would explain everything. Getting to the entrance, she would see a few more staff members before waiting for her signal. A moment or two would pass before her theme song then started to play. Spoiler
Hearing her theme song play, the Mexican wrestler would make her debut with the table. Spoiler
The crowd would roar at the sight of her entrance. She would then lift the table above her head, showcasing it for the entire audience to see before placing it on one of its sides on the ground while holding it up with one hand. While her opponent was in the ring, Isabela who was at the entrance would point to her opponent before pointing back to the table. "YOU. WILL. BE. SCARIFICED!" she yelled out at the top of her lungs. Members of the audience would go crazy, and several of the announcers would be asking if this was legal.
With that, she would then grab the table with both hands and make her way down the ramp and toward the ring, a confident smile on her face. As she got to the ring she would then start setting up the table outside the ring so that it would be ready for use. As she did so, the referee girl would have a bit of a nervous look, unsure what to do. Isabela however would ignore her and finish stepping up the table.
With that out of the way, she would now make her way up the steps and enter the ring. The Aztec wrestler would then proceed to move towards the center of the ring and take a good look at her opponent. "So you are my opponent and my sacrifice as well. You may address me as Tlatoani. Hopefully, you are a worthy opponent and make a great tribute." stated the Aztec-style wrestler in a confident tone. She would then await to see how her opponent reacted, trying to see if she could figure anything out about her.
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Lounging back against the corner with a bored expression on her face Cleo would look up as the music of her opponent started up... and immediately scrunched her face in response. After all there was a lot she had been expecting or considered, and this wasn't one of them. At bare minimum she thought that her opponent would at least be someone of this century, a regular person she could match wits with and eventually dominate. However someone who thought it was still neolithic times bringing a damn table to the ring? NOT what she imagined.
Especially when she screamed out that she was to be a sacrifice for her. Naturally put off by this and looking around as if asking 'Is this for real right now?' she would be met with no response other than to wait for her opponent to close the distance to the ring. Only she would b left to stew just a bit longer as the woman laid down the table and set it up outside before entering the ring. "Can she do that?" Cleo asked under her breath to the ref who just shrugged, not really sure themselves, but not willing to risk telling off Isabel.
Turning to the woman as she entered the ring and spoke to her, addressing hr as a sacrifice Cleo would narrow her eyes. The unnerved state she was in quickly giving way to irritation and indigninance at the way Isabel spoke to her, as if this was all a foregone conclusion and the result was decided. Well not if Clo had anything to say about it.
"What? Are you daft? I'm not anyone's sacrifice, and I sure as hell ain't about to try pronouncing that git, so trust me I'll be worthy, worthy of putting you through your own bloody table." Cleo shot back at Isabel, not taking any of what she was selling, and getting so worked up in the process that her accent became just a bit more pronounced!
It seemed that Isabela was getting under her skin, seemed she had a short temper. Though she had to say, her opponent did have some fire in her. Both of them had done some matches, so this would be a bit more of a difficult match but perhaps she could make her reckless by continuing this conversation. "You got confidence, I will give you that. But you are going to need more than that to win." said the Aztec-style wrestler as she smirked, still having that confident look on her face. She would
She would start to circle a bit around the center of the ring, trying to give the look of a predator circling its prey. "Got to say, you are a bit rude. You haven't even given me your name yet, even after I introduced myself. Would be a shame if I sacrificed you before finding that out." said the Mexican wrestler as she kept her eye on her opponent and observing how she would react to that taunt.
Cleo's derisive sneer didn't leave her face as she eyed the woman, refusing to back down physically or verbally to the wanna be Aztec warrior who thought she could sacrifice her. "Trust me I got plenty to bring you down." Cleo hissed out while lifting her fists up, starting to circle Isabela with a narrowed gaze.
Watching for any openings from the woman Cleo couldn't help but roll her eyes at Isabela's words. "If you must know, it's Cleo, Cleo Hulbury, and it's one I'll make sure you remember..." Cleo said in a low hiss before darting forward, trying to start the confrontation between the two with a lock up, trying to jockey for position early on, even twisting to try and catch Isabela in a side headlock!
