The Barbarian vs the Soaring Capoeira | Erin "Sable" Monroe vs Enlil Ekur

[Arby]

Match Type: Standard with Hentai Moves Allowed

Participants: Erin "Sable" Monroe and Enlil Ekur

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Sable stood in the center of the ring, gripping the ropes as the cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena. The roar was exhilarating, but it did little to shake the storm in her mind. Her blonde hair gleamed under the arena lights, but her expression carried a shadow of frustration beneath the polished confidence. A solid start to her career wasn't enough -- it felt too slow, too ordinary. She wasn't here to be good; she was here to dominate, to rise so far above the competition that a title shot became inevitable.

Releasing the ropes, she moved back to the center of the ring, glancing toward the ramp where her opponent, Enlil Ekur, was about to make her entrance. Another rookie, another chance to climb. It made tonight's stakes higher; Sable wasn't just fighting to win but to make a statement that she was the true standout among L.A.W.'s rising stars.

Wrestling Attire:

Spoiler

[MR. Q]

With her entrance music ringing out in the arena, Enlil revealed herself to the world and to the wrestling world for her debut night. The ex-heiress is currently wearing her regular outfit, a baggy blue pants and a small silk tube top as her capoeira outfit.



Enlil smiles and waves to the cheering crowd, thankful for their support as climbs into the ring. Seeing her opponent for the first time, it looked like she's in a tough match. She's taller and much more broader in terms of muscle structure compared to Enlil. Enlil bit her lip but didn't let it dissuade her.

And so the bell rang.

[Arby]

As Sable's eyes followed Enlil's entrance, a snicker escaped her lips. The choice of California Gurls as entrance music had her shoulders shaking slightly with suppressed laughter. "That's… precious," she muttered under her breath, the faintest hint of amusement coloring her sharp gaze.

She watched as the crowd cheered the rookie's bubbly energy. Enlil's waves to the audience didn't escape her notice, nor did the glimmer of nerves when their eyes met for the first time. Sable smiled -- a razor-sharp smile.

As Enlil stepped into the ring and the bell rang, Sable moved like a prowling predator, her boots clicking purposefully on the mat. Standing tall at the center of the ring, she motioned for a test of strength, spreading her arms wide and raising her hands. Her posture screamed intimidation -- broad, grounded, and utterly unapologetic.

"Well, aren't you something?" Sable said. "Hope you didn't think the crowd’s love was gonna help you win this match, sweetheart. We're not in karaoke night anymore," she mocks Enlil.

[MR. Q]

Enlil rolled her eyes at the blonde's taunt. She had heard meaner things from a certain gangster already. It won't be her first time dealing with this kind of girl although it would be a hassle. How does the other girls deal with this kind of cocky personalities, she would never know.

Regardless, the match is already starting so she has to focus on that. Of course the brutish woman invited her to a test of strength. Something that she isn't dumb enough to fall for. She knows her limits and strength is one of those. Instead, she took a page out of a certain gangster girl.

With a smirk, Enlil approached the mocking be blonde. Fainting acceptance and rasing her arms for the blonde girl to grab. It would be her mistake though as the moment their hands locked, Enlil immediately lifted her legs and promptly stepped on the blonde opponent. Walking on her opponents body to her face with arms still locked, Enlil would deliver a stomp to the head to her cocky opponent.