Gisele LeBlanc vs. Renae Reinhardt
Match Type: 2/3 Falls Match Rules: The winner must defeat the loser in two out of three falls, by pinfall, submission, or knockout
The arena dimmed with a hue of pink and red as Woman by Karen O & Danger Mouse played and Gisele LeBlanc stepped out onto the stage in her tight red outfit, posing for the crowd who cheered loudly for her. The young woman was undefeated and made it look good so far. The Powderbuff's brand of sexual and powerful fighting made her a fan favorite, and she flirtily waved to the crowd to show her approval. With a confidence in her stride, she made her way down the ramp as she slapped hands and posed with a few fans, loving every second of it.
Her next match was another Apex Qualifier match, this time against Renae Reinhardt, who Gisele actually knew next to nothing about. She was a newcomer to the ring, and Gisele was chosen to break her in, it seemed like. Happy to do so, the small blonde had no qualms taking it to her. As she entered the ring, she struck a few muscle poses in the middle of the ring, looking utterly confident before she moved to her corner, reclining into it to watch her opponent and scope her out a bit, sure that she would be able to put on an entertaining show with whoever came out. Spoiler
Red, black and red spotlights donned the stage as Renae’s theme dropped onto the audience’s eager ears. She was welcomed by a small cheer as the jacket-wearing, suspender rocking and green jacket donning Reinhardt raced out to say hello. Her huge sleeves hung loosely on the shoulders, sighting fingerless gloves. They slipped down further as she raised her arms, giving a dual thumbs up, then waved to the crowd at the ramp’s start. “Heeeey heeeey!” Spoiler
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She shouted, bending over to prop her hands on her thighs, simply soaking in this. “Wow… It’s just as nice doing this twice.” Her beam remained cemented as she made a calm strut, swinging her arms for a smidge of lighthearted swagger - as if she weren’t marching to the ring with an opponent that might as well be her gallows. Reinhardts had a precious thing of knowing their adversaries, whether they wished to or not. A woman like Gisele was unavoidable. Hot streak was the main takeaway. A slayer. Well, for the likes of Renae, she only hoped the downfall was as gentle as possible.
She took the ring steps and stepped into the ring, stepping on the middle turnbuckle to lift a thumb up once more, then hopped down, adding a twist to land facing Gisele. “Ooooooh!” Her eyes grew and sparkled. She combed back some hair behind her ear, pink in the face, “Heesh, she’s beautiful! Lucky me.” A few steps taken forward and she extended a fist to them, “Hey-Hey, name’s Renae Reinhardt. You can call me Remy. Rem if you’re pretty.”
Gisele LeBlanc took time to watch her opponent come to this ring as she stretched, smirking at the rather attractive redhead that was heading to the ring. She had a punk style compared to Gisele's more professional and refined one, but that didn't bother her too much. She was just satisfied to throw down with another woman in the ring again. Eventually, the French-Canadian got her fill of stretching and waited in her corner, offering a smile in response to Renae.
"Bonjour... but I think I'll call you whatever I want because I'm more than pretty... and because I can," remarked Gisele with a giggle, winking at her opponent as she stepped out of her corner, flexing a bicep. "And I think you're just a little radish..." With her free hand, she would fist bump Renae, grinning. "Good luck..." she stated, prepping herself and adopting a fighting pose for the start of the match.
Renae quirked her brow at the start. She didn’t know whether she was being disrespected or played with. Giggles didn’t answer much either. After all, that was her thing, but she placed her best hopes in a happy basket.
“Radish, huh? I didn’t expect that name… It’s not very sexy.”
Nonetheless, the bump was appreciated and Renae prepped mostly by widening her stance and raising her hands. “I don’t know what it implies either…” She mumbled beneath her breath.
But when it came to the bell, which rung soon after, Renae’s head shook, and she nodded to herself, “Ok! Here I come!”
She took sharp steps forward, and aimed to tie up collar and elbow with Giselle.
Gisele giggled at Renae's confusion at the nickname she had given her, only offering a wink as an explanation as she stepped back a few paces, getting into a grappling pose and licking her lips. The Powderbuff was ready to show off in another match, feeling excited to just let loose. When the bell sounded, it seemed like Renae wanted to try her luck with a collar and elbow.
It was something that Gisele welcomed entirely, keeping her locked with the redhead. Only to Reinhardt's surprise, she would find that Gisele wasn't giving a single inch. Any efforts to push back on her were met with an impervious strength that was content to simply stay there. Shrugging a shoulder at one point, the French-Canadian flashed a big smile at Renae and said, "Surely this isn't your best, is it Radish?" She was goading her on, sure, but she seemed entirely confident she could hold her own against whatever strength Renae could muster.
Collar and elbow wasn’t Renae’s usual opener, but who can resist testing out this chick’s power?! She gave it a good go, the best go, the might of ZEUS’S go. Not a dang thing. She wasn’t about to lie - she put a heavier breath after her extended push. Soreness kissed her collar like a rough squeeze and she turned pink in the face. “Uhhhhh, no? Hopefully.” Her laugh was dry and nervous. There wasn’t much bother in being upset, but talk about yolk on her cheek. Right. “You MAY be strong like a cement barbie, but I know how to level that out.”
From collar and elbow to both hands going onto Gisele’s wrists, she pushed up and tried to nudge their grip to provide a little room for Renae to step forward, put a leg between her opponent’s and go directly for a kiss that was more statement than tactic. A magical spawn of bullshit that could somehow gain her an advantage!
Gisele LeBlanc could only giggle as she kept on her collar and elbow without moving so much as a millimeter from her position while Renae pushed back at her. She had a very sweet smile despite this as she looked at her opponent being a little bashful about it. "Oooh, I do like Cement Barbie..." said the Powderbuff happily.
And then, she was struck with a kiss from Renae, catching her a bit off-guard. Not that it wasn't pleasant--because it certainly was. In fact, Gisele indulged her and kissed Reinhardt back, humming happily into her mouth. The tie up eased and LeBlanc's strong arms instead moved to wrap around Renae's back, gleefully kissing her before suddenly breaking the kiss, but keeping their lips close. "This is nice..." said Gisele, nipping at Renae's lip. "But that's fall two..."
Then, Gisele tightened her grip around Renae. And, finally, she exploded with power, aiming to heave her red-headed opponent up and over her head, hoping to send her crashing into the mat with a powerful Belly-To-Belly Suplex!
Ah, well.
Suppose this route just wasn’t made for her. The whole round one thing was a little bit of a blur. But, hey, old habits die never. All that strength on them really made this just the best. A delicate taster as they brought together their lips, followed by Renae’s hips which came forward, aligning her posture with the powderbuff. Easy enough. Once Renae diverted attention from the tie-up to their kiss, and her arms no longer prisoner, they fell to their sides, catching every turn and solid patch like her very own silk road, stopping at the hips.
“You think so, no?” A bit of blood inside the water never hurt. Perhaps this was her course. That was, until, “WAITWAIT-” Up she went, and down the next, “OOF!” Her body was whipped like a tin can that trashed itself on the canvas, hitting her shoulders first, then the rest followed suit. It knocked her lungs into the Sahara, and she closed one eye, arching and holding her back. "...Sneaky."
Gisele's power was on full display with the explosive Belly-To-Belly Suplex that sent Renae into a heap. Sitting up, the Powderbuff grinned and clapped her hands together, then took a moment to rest her hand behind her head in a casual muscle pose, flexing to show off as she turned to face her opponent. "I am anything but sneaky. These muscles don't allow for it," said LeBlanc, winking at her opponent.
But then Gisele would stand back up, walking right up to Renae again, grabbing hold of her forearm with one hand. Then, with a mighty tug, she would pull her straight back to her feet in one go! "I'm also very overt," added the fitness queen. Then, she would back Reinhardt into the corner. And then an attempted Biel Throw would come, with Gisele hoping to absolutely heave Renae across the ring with impressive strength behind her!
That goddang sucked. Part of the game, yeah, but she was going to need a nice massage after this match. This miss looked like just the type who could. But, gotta beat her first. She was brought to her feet with ease, still with sugar in her step, but with heaving as she was tipping on her heels. “Overt, huh?” Said Renae, breathy and still recollecting.
What came next turned her into a tumbleweed. She flew, head over heels, “WAAAAGH!!” Splatting on the canvas, back-first, rolling through to backroll, then hit the bottom turnbuckle pad with her bat, legs splayed out, hands clinging to the bottom ropes. Her eyes blinked rapidly. She looked a little lost and in awe. “Oy-vey…”
