Kiwi Squeezed (Camie Young vs. Finlay Zeffer)

[SweetHeart]

Standard match
match can only be won by pin or submission

The arena fell silent as the crowd awaited the beginning of the next match. The silence broke when the lights suddenly turned to the entrance and a familiar theme began playing. The crowd would anticipate the girl walking out, however, what they didn't see coming was the change in her attire.

Spoiler

Camie had been switching up her normal look, now sporting a red skin-tight suit and leopard print jacket and ears, along with her hair being a lot fluffier and relaxed than normal. Never the less, Camie would smugly grin posing at the top of the ramp then making her way to the ring. She got a mixed reaction from the crowd, some liking her for her smug "I don't give a fuck" kind of style, while others disliked her picking on other wrestlers, along with usually humiliating them. Camie, however, hardly cared about what other thought of her, as she jumped onto the apron, tapping her foot and whipping her feet on the mat before then stepping in a doing a twirl, before hoping onto the apron posing with her arms outstretched and a smug smile. Camie herself was feeling rather confident thanks to her new look, making herself feel fresh and ready for anything and anyone. She then would walk to her corner, hoping onto the top and taking a seat as she waited for her opponent, tapping her foot on the middle turnbuckle.

[Bare]

Walking towards the guerilla position in preperation for his entrance, Finlay Zeffer cracked his neck with a ready expression on his face. The last few matches he had did not go as planned and it was definitrly burning his normally high level of patience. So tonight he was determined to break the streak he had been on and claim a win over this Camie. Something that further motivated him was the fact she was undefeated, meaning itd be all the more satisfactory when he beat her.

Clad in his usual long red wrestling tights, with elaborate maori designs on each leg and a black belt. He also wore black wrestling boots with white laces and orange soles with orange studs on the sides. With his arms he wore black fingerless gloves with orange knuckles and palms and red atheltic tap wrapping around his forearms, his maori tattoo glistening on his shoulder already as the lights began beating down on him till his entrance cued on.

As Alchemy by Brandon Yates began playing over the speakers signifying the start of his entrance the blonde New Zealander ran out onto the top of the ramp. Throwing a fist out he would pose for the fans as fireworks went off much to the fans cheers. Running down the ramp he would leap right at the base and fly forward straight between the gap of the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up fully he turned and looked over at his opponet, taking in her visage, narrowing his eyes a bit as he saw her sitting on the corner, practically emitting smugness and attitude from her position. Already not liking his opponet he would walk to his corner and lean against it, waiting patiently for the match to begin.

[SweetHeart]

Camie would sit on the turnbuckle as her opponent made his way out to the ring, tapping her foot on the second turnbuckle, watching him come out, jumping a bit at the sudden fireworks went off. The submission specialist would roll her eyes at this display, along with the flip making her simply snicker. She took her entrance a lot slower due to the fact it would help her save energy for the match, something Finlay hadn't done, instead showing off some theatrics.

Camie would give a smug smirk as the boy stared her down. "Well now that entrance was loud and obnoxious, so it seems to fit you pretty well. The pyro was pretty cool though. Sadly you likely won't get it back after this match, they wouldn't wanna waste that kinda stuff on a jobber anyways." She looked at her nail's tapping her foot, trying to get a rise out of the blonde, scratching her head as she waited for the match to begin

[Bare]

As he leaned against his corner Finlay looked over at Camie as she spoke to him. The barbs she threw at him had little effect, he didn’t like her implications but he was one to ket actions speak louder than words. Thats why rather than give the other blonde the rise she clearly wanted be would instead ignore her altogether. But even doing so he didn’t take his determined gaze away from her. That alone making it clear what he was here to do. However as the bell rang to officially start the match be would immediately put his fists up in preperation as he approached Camie with narrowed eyes.

[SweetHeart]

Camie would smirk as Finlay ignored her insults, shrugging and tapping her foot "I guess my words are too big for him to understand." She would hope down waiting for the bell to signal the beginning of the match. Once it did she would walk around, seemingly not giving him to much mind, trying to get him to approach her. Once he did, she would suddenly run at him, attempting to grab him with a rolling body scissor takedown!

If the move connected, she would spin around, keeping a hold of his leg before locking him into a single leg Boston crab, looking to catch him off guard with a sudden submission. If this worked, she would smirk as she locked in the hold "Too slow Finny boy!" She teased, wrenching back on his leg

[Bare]

Finlay narrowed his eyes further at her words, definitely not liking his opponet so far. But he’d be damned if he let her get a rise out of him so easily. Cracking his knuckles Finlay would immediately bound out from his corner as the bell rang officially starting the match. As he circled the girl he started to glare at how casual and lackadasical she was about the match. Growing impatient he dashed forward towards her only to get blindsided ny jer legs wrapping around him. Getting tossed down to the mat he grunted as they were rolled over multiple times until she was on his back pulling his leg back. ”Grr! Damn!” He hissed out as she pulled his leg back in the boston crab. Clawing at the mat he would begin trying to force them to the ropes.

[SweetHeart]

Camie would smirk as her plan worked without a problem, wrenching back on the boy's leg as she would attempt to do some moderate damage, but nothing too bad overall. She would let him nearly get to the ropes before shoving his leg down to the mat, walking a few feet away and spinning around, motioning for him to bring it. She would attempt to keep her lead up as she ran at him, hoping to catch him with a kick to the face while her was kneeling on the ground.

[Bare]

Finlay grunted and winced in pain fro the boston crab, knowing he had to get free as soon as possible he began clawing his way to the ropes to try and get a rope break. The pain was moderate at best, but it would stack up overtime which was something he refused to let happen. Thankfully it seemed all he needed was to get near the ropes for her to abandon the hold. Still grabbing the ropes he would use them to help himself up. Looking over his dhoulder he saw Camie coming closer while raising her leg up in the air. Eyes widening he leaned away, letting her leg miss him and go over the middle rope. Pushing himself to his feet Finlay would rotate his hips while extending his arm, intending to smash his arm into Camie’s chest and send her to the mat with a clothesline.

[SweetHeart]

Camies's attempt to attack Finaly would misfire as she would come in, only to kick between the middle and top rope, her leg laying on the second. She would scoff turning to him "Oh you can move? Guess I should kept it locked in long-GAH!" Camie would be cut off as the blonde boy knocked her off the ropes with a clothesline, sending her to the mat with at thud.

She would grip the back of her head with one arm groaning "You little dickhead." She said sitting up biting her lip in pain.

[Bare]

Despite getting caught early on with a submission homd Finlay was far from one to be disheartened. Quite the opposite he was even more fired up to shut this girl up and take her down a few pegs. Thats why as he sent her crashing down to the mat with a clothesline he would smirk just a bit in satisfaction from the impact. Seeing her now in a sitting position only served to widen his smirk as he thought of what to do next.

Dashing forward at full speed he would leap up as he neared her and hopefully sail above her head. If he was successful he would snap his hands down around Cammie’s head and hopefully pull her down with him to smack it into the mat in a move similar to that of a snapmare. If he managed to hit this he would immediately sit up and reach over to grab one of tbe girl’s legs by the foot and twist it sharply for a ankle lock.