Christina Perez vs "Battle Angel" Randee Reagan

[Weonna]

Match Type: Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, KO, DQ (Disqualification)

"Whoa! What in the world?" Tonight would be another wrestling match for Christina Perez as she is scheduled to take on yet another new wrestler named Randee Reagan. However, tonight's event was different as the dark-haired woman looked out to the crowd to see that it was packed with many fans, mostly Randee fans, as they were all waiting to see the Battle Angel in the ring. This was indeed a one-sided fan showing, and it almost feels like the new wrestler has home advantage, which made Christina a little anxious.

"Damn. Where the hell are my fans?" She pouted as she was the first to be called out. Before going out to the stage, Christina adjusted her wrestling outfit,t which consisted of a Black Leotard, white knee pads, and black boots. After she was done, she did a heavy sigh and waited for her entrance music to que.

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The Filipino Trap Beat was playing, which almost made her want to break into a dance. 'One day. Maybe one day,' she thought to herself as she made her way calmly to the ring. Some cheers were coming her way as she walked out the stage and into the ring, where the confident Wrestler went in with some poise. Taking a look at the large crowd, there were a lot of signs that they were Pro-Randee, and people already had their phones out recording at the stage where the new wrestler would be entering. At this point, Christina felt undermined by the crowd, which infuriated her as she was a trained Martial artist, and yet this "Battle Angel" whom Christina recalls doesn't have that much experience, yet she is the one going to take her down?

'Great, she is not even here, and the crowd is already cheering out her name. Who the fuck is this bitch anyway?' The crowd was deafening, and they were already chanting "Randee Randee Randee!!!" Meanwhile, Christina was cracking her knuckles and staring at the entrance, ready to see her new opponent face to face.

'Already, I don't like her. I haven't seen her wrestle yet, so she better be fucking good or else!' Christina was already boiling. She hadn't even met her, but something in her gut was telling her that what she will see coming out that entrance, she was not going to be happy at all.

[rogue-kiss]

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As Randee's rock music filled the arena, Christina probably saw precisely what she didn't wish to see when the Battle Angel stepped onto the stage and smiled a big, polished smile to greet the fans.

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The bombshell was riding an emotional high off the back of her debut win against one titan of a woman. She approached this second match with optimism, and that optimism carried into a confident flex from the stage and a long, long pose in front of the front row of fans while a young woman with a camera took several quick snapshots of her. She believed that first match deepened her self-assurance that she did have a place in this big-time promotion as a wrestler, not merely a pretty figure for the web site, and it sounded like the crowd echoed its agreement.

Randee's success would not lead her to take this match lightly, however, though to anyone watching that might have seemed the story. For all the showmanship, she knew she had done her homework on Christina Perez, and when she joined the dark-haired woman in the ring she did so with a cautiousness mixed into her confidence. About five seconds into learning Christina's backstory, she could figure out the woman was dangerous. While Randee had spent her time honing her skills with photoshop and doodling ideas for clothes, Christina was learning about fifteen different ways to stop people from breathing. That's how Randee imagined it, anyway.

And now that she was in the ring with the woman, she couldn't help but wonder how she could take down someone with that experience. She seemed the picture of what a female fighter should be. Then again, she could also not help but think, looking at the woman's dark hair and curvy figure, Looking like that, she could have been a model and I'd follow her aaaanyday..

Yeah, the prospect of this match excited her a bit, but could anyone here blame her?

Christina did look, uh, unhappy. Maybe it was her natural expression. Randee had learned this wrestling game decently well at West Coast Wonders, and she knew better than to extend her hand. However, she did lean in and speak to Christina, from a safe distance. "Hi! I wanted to tell you, love the look."

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When Randee's entrance music began to play, Christina could immediately hear the screams and cheers of the fans. The experienced martial Artist took her time to observe her opponent and instantly understand why she has a following. The woman was incredible and stunning, with perfectly shaped melons and thick thighs. Randee also had a nice pair of lips, and her blue eyes were a sight to see.

"Now I get it. She's a model, I bet, and those fans are her stans." Christina thought to herself as she couldn't help but glare at the model. The dark-haired woman felt like she could have done more research on Randee, but she wanted to be surprised. The blonde took her sweet time interacting with her fans and taking snapshots. She seemed to be filled with confidence, maybe from winning a previous bout that Christina didn't bother to watch, but either way, the BJJ expert was ready to silence the crowd.

Now with Randee in the ring, the blonde was wise to keep her distance from Christina, and the new wrestler was the first to speak to her, complimenting on Christina's appearance.

'Just take the compliment' Christina would stare Intensely at the Model. "So Randee Reagan is it? The one they call Battle Angel? You have a look of an angel~ but I'm not here to lose to some model with a bunch of stans. I take Wrestling very seriously, and I don't appreciate girls like you that think they can just come over here and act like this is some fashion or meet up show. This sport is for tough women like myself, and I can see the confidence brewing inside you. And just like every opponent I get my hands on, I'm looking to break you."

Christina dangerously went close to her opponent as she tried to see if she could psyche her out.

"Any words you want to say there, Blondey?" Christina would try and bump her face closer to Randee with her forehead, and their noses were almost touching.

[rogue-kiss]

Erm, well, the complimenting didn't change much about Ms. Perez's face. Now Randee had the intense-looking beauty staring at her rather than merely looking unpleasant. She squeaked out a slightly sweeter smile at Christina, wondering what cogs were turning behind those brown eyes.

She wouldn't have to wonder for long. Randee's eyebrows raised when Christina started her talk of stans, but they slowly fell. Christina certainly had the script right to doubt Randee's presence in the wrestling world, and the instagram model couldn't keep herself from sighing. But she was not intimidated, even if the woman's last line sent a tingle down her spine. Other wrestlers always talked to her this way, whether they meant it or were playing a part to be the bad girl. Christina could say Randee lacked toughness, but Randee felt she did. She could say Randee did not care for the wrestling, only fashion and popularity, but Randee knew she did.

The Battle Angel straightened her shoulders with resolve while Christina pushed into her personal space. That got the same spine tingle going, come to think of it. But Randee was too irked to care to acknowledge anything but her own resolve, and she did have something to say. "Only that there have been a bunch of women across from me who've said the same thing. I didn't beat all of them, but by the end they knew I belonged in the ring with them. Those are just photographs, I'm not actually made of paper."

She smirked.

[Weonna]

"Oh really? I'll be the judge of that. You've never faced someone like me before. I've trained in martial arts my entire life, and what have you've been doing? Huh? Do you think this is a game? Well, it's not. And I'm going to wipe that look right off your pretty little fucking face and...Hey!!" Before she could rail on, the ref started to pull and separate Christina away from Randee to begin their match. However, the dark-haired woman wasn't done as she shoved the ref of her.

"Hey, get off me. I wasn't finished yet!" She growled at the ref as the crowd was getting impatient. They just wanted to see the two beautiful women go at it. Christina sensed this and had an idea.

"Give me a damn mic, Ref. Come on, hurry up!" The ref obeyed Christina's request as it took some time to get a mic to the ring as the crowd booed at the delay. Once Christina was handed a mic, she began to quiet the boos before starting.

"Shhh! Alright, alright, I know your all are waiting to see us wrestle, but it seems like I notice something about you people in attendance. That none of you know Jack-shit about wrestling, and your all a bunch of stans!" Christina knew she wasn't a favorite in this matchup, so she decided to be a massive bitch and piss the crowd. Immediately boos were coming at Christina as the dark-haired woman didn't care at this point as she gave everyone the bird and she once again approached Randee.

"My my. You sure did pack quite the audience there, Randee, and I'm sure everyone here wants to see me lose, but how about we spice things up a little? The Loser has to kiss the Winner's ass, and since everyone Here has a phone, no doubt this will be posted everywhere. Are you willing to take this challenge, or do you want to chicken out like a coward?" She passes the mic to Randee to give her a chance to answer.

[rogue-kiss]

The Battle Angel visibly bristled.

She may have heard the words Christina delivered many times before, but Christina's vitriol, her conviction in delivering them struck her differently. All the blonde's buttons were being sufficiently pushed, and with each passing moment, her chest and shoulders only kept rising with her pent-up irritation and tension. It felt as if Christina had nursed a meaningless hatred for her for years, and the thought offended her, deeply.

Her lips quivered with anticipation to say all she wanted to say back at Christina, but then came the interruption of the ref. Nearly as frustrated with this interruption as Christina, Randee did not stop the darker-haired woman from slinging the striped shirt back to the side of the ring, and she whirled back on Christina to speak her mind.

But Christina craned away from her and yelled for a mic. Randee was tempted to go behind her, shove her to get her attention, and tell her to listen, but she stopped herself after one step while her eyes swept over the crowd. Ugh, she was being baited, clearly, and Randee carried pride that she did not give into her temper that easily. And frankly, her reputation for decency and good sportsmanship mattered to her more than "getting back" at Christina in this small, meaningless way. If she beat her in the match, that would matter. So she reeled back, calmed down, and waited to see what Christina possibly needed a mic to say.

Maybe that she was a bitch?

Oh, that assumption did not fall far from the truth. She lambasted the fans, and honestly hearing it made Randee less personally offended. Maybe she just hates everyone.

But the attention returned to the blonde soon enough, and Randee, now calmer, listened with her best weary expression to play to the crowd.

She stayed impassive until the words "kiss the winner's ass" filled the arena, and her face betrayed every ounce of the shock inside.

She froze before taking the mic, feigning disinterest. This, this was targeted. If she said yes and the match went south for her, literally, Christina spoke the truth that every hater would have a picture of it posted in three minutes. If she said no, those same people (and worse, Christina herself) would have more ammunition.

But if she won, she could..well, she had a professional photographer in her employ. Her belly churned with swooning and anxiety knowing what she was about to do.

She took the mic curtly and took a deep breath. Oh gosh, why was she doing this. "I shouldn't be saying yes to anything that you want. All you've done is come down here and run me down and run these people down for having the audacity to like someone they may have seen a few more times than you. But I think maybe it's just because you're a jealous sourpuss."

She paused. Many in the crowd liked that, and her confidence grew the more she spoke and the more they supported it. She need not think of the worst case scenario. "I hate that it'll satisfy you because you think you've already won, but.." Don't back out don't think about it don't let her have the satisfaction. "I accept your challenge, on one condition. Just that you find some lipstick that matches my outfit when this is over."

The mic was tossed aside, and Randee knew she was in it now.

[Weonna]

The idea of losing to someone like Randee filled her with loathing, and most of Christina's aggression was mainly due to the crowd favoring the blonde to win over the clearly experienced Martial Artist.

Nonetheless, the crowd and 'Randee' Fans' cheers for the Model's support and encouragement only grew. It was evident that Christina had the skills and combat experience to topple over the 'Battle Angel,' but what the darker-haired woman failed to apprehend was that Randee earned her fans not just by her looks, Although it did benefit tremendously, by being charismatic and genuine.

From the perspective of Christina, she felt like the world was against her in the arena, which was not the case since Christina's bitchy behavior was the motive for the crowd to go against her. Maybe it was the feeling of envy towards Randee that caused Christina to act in such an antagonistic manner.

When the ref passed the mic for Randee to speak, the blonde would expose her opponent for being jealous of her, to which the crowd agreed, and even the people who were on the side of Christina had to agree with Randee on that one since Christina wasn't acting like the respectful person they thought she was. The statement from the model didn't faze the dark-haired wrestler as she maintained her serious face.

"Get on with it. Do you accept or not?" Christina was now getting impatient and was waiting for her answer. When she finally got what she wanted, the slightly younger woman smirked as her bait worked. 'Hook, Line, and Sinker." The one condition the blonde offered was that Christina brought lipstick that matched her outfit, possibly to leave a mark on her nice thick ass.

"Oh, you just made my day. Don't worry, Blondie, for it will be you that will be wearing the lipstick~" As the ref ordered both combatants to their respective corners, Christina would put the finger on her right butt cheek and tap the spot where she wanted the kiss to marked before going to her corner for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

The sound of the bell rang, and it was already getting loud.

Randee!! Randee!!! Randee!!!

The crowd's chants were already annoying Christina, and their voices echoed into her head. When she came out of the corner to finally confront the Blonde, she walked nonchalantly. It seemed like Christina was thinking to herself.

'So they think this bitch has a chance against me? I'll show them how wrong they are~ But first I'll give them a false sense of hope~" With Christina getting into her fighting stance, she circled the blonde, taunting her with her hands behind her back, daring Randee to take a swing at her. Whatever power the blonde might possess, Christina felt like she could take whatever she could throw at her.

[rogue-kiss]

For all of her cocky words, Randee stiffened with the feeling of having put her head in the lion's mouth. She did make Christina's day, didn't she?

Christina already possessed all the confidence a wrestler needed, and now Randee provided her with more motivation. Because as much as the weight of having to win this match to avoid humiliation piled atop Randee's shoulders, Christina would equally want to avoid having the model here playing "games" embarrass her. And Christina might have despised Randee more than Randee despised anyone in her whole life.

Oh gosh, she had put a lot on the line and held none of the cards. And she could not possibly take back her decision now.

But far more, Randee could not dwell on failing or show weakness. She hardened again, knowing she should try to plant a seed of doubt in Christina's mind before this match started. "You should think about how you'll feel and what people will say after you act this cocky and it doesn't go the way you think it will."

In truth, Randee was the one thinking about it going wrong, her eyes darting away from Christina's ass as the dark-haired woman tapped on it. She couldn't start visualizing herself having to..lower herself to that level, or the churning in her stomach would grow worse.

When she reached her corner, the Battle Angel focused on one desire: I have to be better than I have ever been.

When the bell rang, she put all her energy into fulfilling that desire. Her stance showed nervous intensity when she stepped out of her corner, looking to be smart and find an opening.

But Christina didn't even have her hands forward. She was still taunting Randee now that the bell had rung. Okay, this is bait.

Rather than take it, Randee moved closer. Then a little closer. Then a little closer, and leaned back so Christina couldn't grab her. Only then when she was sure she wasn't being foolishly reckless did she strike, faking a jab to Christina's jaw with her left so she could hit her opponent in the side with her right.

[Weonna]

Christina could sense that her opponent was somewhat nervous, making the experienced martial artist chuckle. She had competed in tournament competitions before, and Christina always had something to prove to her brothers and father, elevating her performance. Due to experience and having that mental drive, her stance was kept steady, composed, and concentrated, unlike Randee's, whose body gave off signs of anxiety.

"Come on, Angel, hurry up and teach me a lesson~" Earlier, Randee tried to plant some seeds of doubt to Christina how if she loses, there was going to be backlash for her attitude. But Christina decided she would go all in and keep being a nuisance as she wasn't scared of people judging her.

"What's wrong, Randee? You seem to be timid. Come at me like you want to fight me, goddammit it!" She yelled and inched her face closer with her hands still behind her back. Christina intended to get hit as she was confident she could take a hit from the Blonde girl.

'She must think I'm baiting her. Fool. Hurry up and hit me!' Christina saw how slow Randee was approaching her. The dark-haired woman made preparations for how she would get hit as she tucked her chin, ready to receive that blow. With her opponent faking a jab, she didn't even flinch as Christina knew that Randee was right-handed and couldn't sell the hit with a weak left jab. She waited till Randee would throw a real and meaningful strike, and Christina's wish was granted as the next strike was a right hand to the side aimed at her jaw. As soon as Contact was made, the crafty woman rolled with the punch to avoid any collateral damage and threw herself back, trying to sell the hit as she grunted and had her hand on the right side of her jaw.

Randee! Randee!! Randee!!!

With the audience convinced that Randee was the first to draw first blood, they cheered her to continue. Hearing the crowd get hyped up, Christina tried hard not to grin. She had to continue her act as she looked at Randee with a concerned look on her face

"I think you just broke something ahhnn!"

[rogue-kiss]

Randee could not, would not, be provoked. She heard Christina goading her, of course, but she focused on the movements of Christina's body and those of her own. And she regretted giving Christina a mental compliment on her body before the match started. No one this nasty deserved positive thoughts.

The Battle Angel threw her negative thoughts into the punch, and she..

Her fingers did connect with skin and bone, but while Randee's coaches might remain disappointed in her striking skills since hitting people did not come naturally to her like squeezing or bending them did, she was not green enough to think she hit cleanly enough that Christina would start stumbling and fumbling. And Christina truly was stumbling and fumbling, dramatically. Randee also knew better than to assume a single clean punch would waylay any experienced fighter. Christina mocked Randee for her modeling, but she must have been a Shakespearean actor instead of a wrestler.

But getting in the first swing started the adrenaline pumping, and whether Randee hit cleanly or not, Christina didn't turn on the offense. Randee did not waste the chance to keep on the offense, now taking a gathering step forward and lifting her leg so she could drive her boot down onto Christina's head or neck, or at worst, her shoulder.

At least if this one hit, Randee knew it would hurt. She could boot someone to the canvas anyday.