Isabella Brandt Vs. Galilea Di Mercurio [D] - A War Reignited

[Devastated]

Standard Match

Rules: Standard Last Woman Standing
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or K.O. Victory by putting your opponent down for a 10 count.
Stipulation: The Winner of the match will claim ownership of the loser for 48 hours per P.O.W rules.


LAW certainly knew their stuff. That's the one thought that rang through Isabella's mind as she stood at the Gorilla position and waited for the stage crew to get everything ready for her entrance. She was currently wondering over how quickly they had set her up in a match against a woman she'd faced off against multiple times before ever coming to LAW, it seemed as if they wanted to use that rather well known animosity and rivalry between the two European girls to put on one hell of a debut for Galilea! Isabella didn't mind one bit, though she was still surprised as to how quickly they had organized everything, she smirked and released a soft chuckle to herself.

It had been quite some time since she last faced off against Lea. She was actually looking forward to it, it would serve well to vent some built up frustration. Few conquests satisfied as much as giving Galilea a serious beating did. Once the crew gave her the all clear,Isabella's music began to play over the speakers. She stepped out onto the ramp and began marching down to the ring, she was adorned in her usual suit of armour fit for this battlefield - her black and red one piece leotard.

Spoiler

Her march to the ring was met mostly with cheers, a handful of jeers and a decent amount of general loud shouting. Isabella had been building up quite a reputation here in LAW already. The blonde ascended the steel steps and the climbed into the ring through the ropes, she did a lap around the ring before she settled in the center and struck a pose with her arms raised up above her head, giving the audience a full look at her impressive bod. Once she was done, she walked to the red corner which was hers. Isabella folded her arms underneath her chest as she tilted her head to the side...it was clear that she was waiting, rather impatiently too as she wanted to get her hands on Lea as soon as possible.

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You're in the big times now, Lea... Don't fuck it up...

The Knight Errant took a moment to breathe - remember, always breathe, can't do anything if you don't breathe - as she paced back and forth in the locker room. She had been asked, well, told to stay back here. Something about her debut, something about a big surprise, wanting to keep the impact raw, whatever the hell that all meant.

Galilea Di Mercurio

Breathe, breathe, breathe... The band's watching tonight, gotta put on a good show.

She could hear music rumbling through the walls, muted by however much concrete and metal and fabric and screens a stadium like this needed. It sounded... slightly familiar? In a distasteful way. In a way that made her wrinkle her nose and make a face.

"Sounds like something a pompous bitch would walk out to..." She muttered to herself, tapping her foot until suddenly...

"You're on!"

There it was! The signal, the song, the flashing lights. Lea took a deep breath as she walked out to the entrance on her cue as darkness engulfed the entryway, taking up her pose. She could hear something of a hush falling over the audience, the mystery of a new wrestler, and then... LIGHTS! She stood, her back to the crowd, hands raised as she banged her head, long black and green hair flying through the air. She turned slowly, hands coming down to play an air guitar as she jumped and kicked on one foot towards the ramp.

"STARING AT DEATH, I TAKE A BREATH, THERE"S NOTHING LEFT!"

She roared the lyrics as she started her way down the ramp, thrusting a fist in the air. "NOW CLOSE MY EYES, FOR ONE LAST TIME, AND-"

She had rehearsed this entrance again, and again, and again; anything to make sure she didn't botch her first big match here in Japan. But as she reached a quarter of the way down the ramp, the words caught in her throat as her eyes focused on the ring... And one woman in particular.

"YOU!"

It was more of a snarl than anything, a noise of pure, animalistic rage as her teeth gnashed together. All that time rehearsing, all those hours, they were gone in a second. And now, instead, Lea was charging forth, rushing to the ring as her blood boiled in her veins. She leapt up and slid under the ropes without breaking a stride, then lunged forwards as she ignored her mark, the referee, and even the audience themselves, bringing her arm up for a savage lariat aimed straight at Isa's chest.

"What the FUCK are YOU DOING HERE!?"

[Devastated]

The Flame Tyrant couldn't help but smirk as she saw her old rival step out onto the ramp. She would keep standing in her corner, waiting for her...listening to the music. There was no love lost between them, after all Isabella didn't like Galilea, she didn't hate her though. The best way to think of her mindset towards Galilea was that...Lea was one of the women whom Isabella enjoyed beating the crap out of the most. She took a lot of joy in crushing Galilea, to humiliate, dominante. That's not to say she didn't enjoy the fight itself, that was in fact the best part of it. She loved clashing with Galilea, despite how much she disliked or even loathed her overall attitude and personality, from the first day they had met.

Once she saw Galilea's reaction to her, and heard it. She saw her old rival rush for the ring and dove in under the ropes. Isabella stepped out of her corner, towards the center of the ring and when she saw the punk girl rush at her with that lariat aimed. The blonde would duck right under it, quickly pivoting around as she would try to shove her rival's back and send her stumbling towards the ropes!

"Hah! You didn't know? Though I guess I shouldn't expect you of all people to look into who you're facing." Isabella mocked, she placed one hand on her hip as she would raise her other hand, pointing her finger at Galilea. " Any unruly mare will need to be disciplined and broken in. " Isabella's finger shifted and moved to herself. " I've been sent to break you in. We have some unfinished business, don't we?" Isabella spoke out as she would take a step forward to her old rival. "However, I must admit. I'm dissatisfied. This match type, the rules...they are all wrong. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic seeing you against little Lea." Isabella said as she would approach her foe, she'd reach up to try and cup Galilea's chin. " What say you? Last Woman Standing. Like the good old days." Isabella spoke out in a provoking and mocking tone, she wanted to goad Galilea into accepting her condition, to change the rules of this match to that of their very first match against each other.

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A seething breath like the sizzle of food dropped into an open flame hissed through Lea's clenched teeth. She felt the air rush by her arm as Isabella ducked underneath her lariat, the chill sending goosebumps up the back of her neck. She went to adjust, to pivot on her heel and face her blonde rival for another blow, but Isa knew her too well and before she could she had been shoved forth, stumbling towards the ropes.

Catching herself, Lea finally twisted around, glaring daggers over at the woman she thought she'd left behind in Europe.

But as much as she disliked Isa, there was a certain similarity between them. She didn't hate Isa, not exactly. She hated a great deal of things about the prissy bitch: her personality, her attitude, the way that she carried herself and seemed to think of others as lesser... But Isa herself? Lea couldn't hate the woman because of how much she enjoyed fighting her, and moreover, how much she enjoyed humiliating her in the ring.

Even if it had taken quite a while for Lea to score her first victory over the blonde.

The punk's eyes narrowed as Isabella started talking, her hands coming up into a proper fighting stance as she stayed quiet for the moment, not moving a muscle even as the Brandt stepped towards her. She only started to relax as the blonde commented on her dissatisfaction... Another trait that Lea shared in the moment. She raised an eyebrow as Isabella reached out, cupping her chin. Lea let it slide for a moment before firmly and forcefully grabbing at her old rival's hand and moving to twist it off.

"Gotta admit... For once I agree." She quipped back, flashing an amused smirk over at the blonde noblewoman. "Just doesn't feel right - HEY REF!" She snapped over at the confused ring official, a hand moving to her hip as she turned to face them. "Change the rules up, this is gonna be a Last Woman Standing match, got it?"

And then her smirk grew just a little more sadistic as she continued speaking, "A POW one! Unless, of course..." She glanced at Isa from the corner of her eye, grin still gleaming with a hint of sadism. "Little Lady Brandt here's too scared of the 'good old days'."

[Devastated]

Isabella would watch as Galilea stumbled forward after her shove, she then proceeded to mock her rival. She enjoyed the enraged manner of which Galilea had reacted to seeing her, it was almost as predictable as Isabella had figured it would be. When her foe decided to shove her hand away from Galilea's chin, Isabella would take a step back and place her hands on her hips, a slight smirk on her face as she would wait to see the response from her fellow countryman.

Once again, Isabella felt that she knew Galilea enough to guess what sort of response she would give...and it was pretty much spot on. However, as the tone of her rival turned more sadistic Isabella would raise an eyebrow. " Oh? You'd like to make that part official? I figured I'd just drag your defeated body home with me, like usual." Isabella would make an exaggerated gesture of shrugging her shoulders.

" You heard her Ms.Referee." Isabella spoke with a calm tone as her eyes shifted to the referee from a moment, as the referee then went to the ropes and talked to the crew and ring announcers. She gestured back to the two rivals with a thumbs up as it seemed they got the all clear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. As per the request of both wrestlers, the rules of this match will now be changed to that of a Last Woman Standing match. Meaning anything goes, and victory can only be obtained by a 10-count knockout. Furthermore! The Winner of this match shall be awarded ownership of the loser for the duration of Forty-Eight Hours."

With the match now altered, Isabella took a couple of steps forward. Getting right up into Galilea's face. She pressed her bust right against Lea's, as she stared her rival down, her eyes meeting. They were fairly evenly sized, with Isabella having a slight height advantage. "Little Lea. I hope you're prepared to be humiliated."

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"Tch."

Lea gave her blonde rival the side-eye and a wave of a hand after that little quip. Typical Isa, always talking big...

"So no complaints then?" She asked wryly, half-ignoring the quip about making things official. "I don't want to hear any whining when I drag you home after my win... No complaints about it not being official or anything. And especially no complaints about how my apartment looks." Lea chided, hands landing upon her hips as her smirk continued to grow wider, spreading into something of a sadistic grin.

There it was, it was official. The referee had spoken to the crew and flashed them a pair of thumbs ups, the announcers made the call...

Ownership of the loser for forty-eight hours. Oh, how much she could do with Isa over the course of two days, and with how much time since their last match... Lea had some ideas.

"Hear that, Bella?" Lea quipped in a taunting tone, taking a step forwards and pressing her bust back against the blonde's. She cocked her hips to one side, tilted her head, grinning as she leaned in and stared into Isabella's eyes.

"There's no running now."

Her hands came up, already inviting Isa to a test of strength as she went to press her forehead against her old rival's.

"So bring it on."

[Devastated]

Isabella would chuckle a bit after she heard Lea's comments, she would shrug her shoulders as she turned her gaze back to her rival. " I can't make promises when it comes to not complaining about ...what I assume will be your dingy apartment." Isabella mocked as she would then roll her eyes, " But, the same goes for you. No complaints after I beat you down and then drag you home with me."

Now that things had become official between them, and the match had been altered to the desire of the two rivals. The blonde could only imagine how much fun she would have with her rival after she brought her home. How much she could come up with for those 48 hours...it would be wonderful to get reacquainted with her rival.

Once the two of them met in the center of the ring again, Isabella pressed her generous bust against Lea's, both women standing face to face with their bodies pressing against one another. " Oh honey. I would never run from you. Though...if you turn out to be more bark than bite, I'm going to have to discipline you. So you best prepare for a painful evening." Isabella taunted her rival as she would see Lea raise her arms up.

Isabella smirked, she wasn't really planning on giving Lea the initiative. After all, when it came to Lea, Isabella liked to feel in charge! Therefore, the blonde would raise her arms up....but her hands didn't go for Lea's. Instead she brought one up to the back of Lea's head and the other towards Lea's elbow. Going to try to force Galilea into a collar and elbow tie up! "I'll be leading this dance, Galilea." Isabella said with a smug smirk on her face as she tried to lean forward and pull Lea down with her into a lock up!

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"Oh, don't you worry." Lea sneered back, pressing her body in tighter against her rival as her arms came up, expecting Isa to accept the offer any moment now. "I've been waiting a looong time for this..."

It had been quite some time since she had faced off against Isa, and the punk rocker was all too ready to show her blonde rival how much she had improved in that time... Besides, she'd had all that time to think of what she could do with Isa after their next match, and that was plenty of time to come up with quite a few intriguing ideas...

What the-?

Galilea's eyes narrowed as Isa ignored her offered test of strength, instead grabbing at the back of her head and elbow, pulling her into a collar and elbow tie up! She glowered over at her countryman, but went to grab at the back of Isa's head as she sought to lower her center of gravity, letting out an irate huff.

"Fine." She practically spat as she immediately began to try and overpower her foe - seeking to wrap her other arm around Isa's back and join her grip and pull Isa in tight. Should that work, her next move would be to try and push one leg between Isa's and gain control of the hold. "I suppose I'll let you be the gracious host!"

[Devastated]

Isabella couldn't help but smirk a bit at the glowering angry expression of her rival, she could practically see how annoyed Galilea was that she didn't let her dictate the start of the match. The blonde would feel how her fellow countrywoman brought her hands up and locked in for that collar and elbow tie up. Isabella much like her rival would lower her center of gravity as she then felt Galilea begin to push against her!

The blonde was surprised though as Galilea decided to wrap her arms around her, those arms joining around the blonde's back as she felt herself be pulled in tightly against her rival. Isabella released a soft huff as her breasts once more pressed firmly up against Galilea's. She even felt how Galilea snaked a leg in between her own....

Isabella though, would begin to snake her arms around, interlocking her grips and ending up in more of a straight body to body hug with her rival! She then would seek to use one of her legs to snake it in between Galiea's. She'd lose a couple of steps, but she had a plan...as her rival was pushing her backwards, Isabella decided to try and lean that leg of hers in behind Galilea's, as she would try to then push against the upperbody of the Punk-rocker, trying to force her to lean backwards as she sought to then sweep the leg of her countrywoman and try to throw them down with Galilea ending up underneath her, hitting the canvas on her back with the weight of Isabella on top of her. If it worked out, she'd be lying on top of Galilea, her eyes staring into her rival's as she sought to break the mutual hug, and try to grab at Galilea's wrists so he could pin those arms down against the canvas.

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It was Lea's turn to smirk as she managed to wrap her arms around the blonde's body, joining at her rival's back. She felt the surprise in Isabella's body and heard it in the way that the blonde huffed... Then her leg snaked forth, in between her rival's, and there was only one thing left to do: bring Isabella to the ground and have some fun with a foe that she had missed beating up.

But as she pressed in, Isabella's arms wrapped around her as well, their grips interlocking and leaving them in more of a straight body to body hug. Now Galilea huffed out softly as their breasts pressed in firmly against each other, her eyes narrowing slightly. She continued to push Isabella back and down - or at least, she tried to, only to be thwarted by her old enemy.

For a moment it seemed like she was in control and making progress to her goal. Isabella was stumbling back a couple of steps, and the Punk-Rocker was about ready to try and bring her foe down. Then, Isa struck.

First, she felt Isabella push against her upper body, driving a growl from Lea as she felt their torsos press, busts squeezed between them. She sought to dig her feet in and press back, struggling with her countrywoman and then... Lea gasped as she felt the blonde's leg hook around her knee, sending her tumbling down towards the canvas below. She hit with a rattling THUD that send a vibration through the ring, Isabella landing atop her.

Lea stared back up as the two broke their mutual hug, the Punk-Rocker's hands going for the noblewoman's shoulders, only for her wrists to be caught up and pinned to the floor. But that wasn't going to stop Galilea. Staring back up into her rival's eyes, the punk would immediately start yanking her hands, trying to tear them away from her foe's grasp, huffing out as she started to pull her body from side to side as well. Then, she lifted her legs up, trying to open them up and wrap them around Isa's body, eager to punish her foe for the move, and crush the blonde between her thighs!