Claire Garland vs Jasmine Hunter

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Match Type: Submission
Winning Condition: Tap-out

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More fog than light poured onto the stage when Jasmine, her face hidden under a red cloak, walked on stage to the eerie [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_ts8cPScXM:24aikxu3]orientalizing lyre[/url:24aikxu3] in her theme, a flickering torch in each hand.

She threw one, then the other, high over the ring--she slipped under the rope, rolled, leapt. She caught the one, the other, and then landed on her feet just in time to meet the swell of light and sound as her number hit its fantasy-metal peak.

Swish

Her cloak rolled off her shoulders, over the torches, and into the crowd. A tiny girl, dark-skinned, dressed in loose cloth and white wrappings, her midriff bare, arched her back and grimaced, smoldering, at the crowd.

(Perfect. Just like she'd practiced--except this time her cloak didn't catch fire, of course, but you know, she was OK with that.)

Her music began to fall. "Behold!" she called in her tiny squeak of a voice, "I come to meet my destiny."

The crowd tittered. There was smirking in the peanut gallery. Well, Jasmine was used to that--but let them see what they'd think an hour hence!

Claire entrance was not gonna be near as flashy and interesting of an entrance as that of her foe. For the beautiful purple haired Garland girl didn't care about the flare or theatrics of the whole, she just cared about going in there and playing with what ever foe she was set to face off against. In this case it seemed as if it was a new girl that was gonna taste the power of the beautiful dominant submission wrestler.

The music of Claire's entrance began to play as the arena was dipped in a shade of purple, white smoke colored by the purple light poured out from the side of the ring, as the beautiful and curvaceous Claire soon joined the crowd. Earning her a lot of cheers and catcalls from the crowd, but for everyone one that gave the stunning and buxom Claire a good reaction, there was at least two who booed the vicious submission tortures. Claire didn't really mind it at all, she enjoyed playing the bad guy far too much to even think about giving it up. She walked along the ramp, all the way down towards the ring, carrying a certain strut in her movement as she walked down towards the ring.

Once the beauty had reached it, she calmly and carefully climbed up onto the side of the ring and then slipped in through the ropes. One could almost think that her entrance was all professional, but as a finish she would kiss her palm and blow it off towards the booing crowd, with a facial expression that purely just flat out said to everyone that she just didn't give a fuck if they liked her or not.

After that little mock towards the crowd, Claire would turn around and look upon her foe of the evening. " Hoho! Don't you just look like the cutest little cub. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you." Claire let out in a teasing and mocking tone of voice as she spoke towards the girl, smiling with what could only be described as a vicious smile of someone who was out for bringing about pain upon others.

Jasmine assumed her martial art's walking stance: she put one foot forward, held one fist at her waist, and offered the other open palm in a sign of combat-met to her opponent. She didn't smile.

"Your lack of respect for us has been duly noted!" Jasmine's eyes flashed. Then she spun, kicking so that her foot carved a crescent in the air, and advanced one in-form step. She regarded her opponent--Claire, whose beauty and unrestrained hunger for battle filled the ring-space--with a scowl. "You insult me and my allies among us today...Savor the feeling, Claire Garland. When you lie begging for mercy, remember this disregard for the Lion, for she will never forget!"

Of course she had done research on her opponent. Didn't everybody? She let down her Tae Kwan Do guard and backed into her corner.

But she was ready. She was raring to go--biting at the bit, pacing the tiger's-path--back and forth--just waiting for the referee to let down the invisible gate between her and Claire so she could charge forward and unleash what skills she had: for the benefit of those very "allies" whose banner she'd just taken up with her speech.

Did the Lion have allies in the audience? Maybe. Or maybe she just had potential allies--a couple or a dozen or a hundred people who had the spirit of the lion waiting latent inside them, like ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked from the branch. This was her time to show them who she was: that their champion had arrived.

Claire found her opponent for the night to be quite the drama student. Finding a bit of joy in the way she was expressing how much she dislike the buxom and beautiful purple haired girl in her mockery of the crowd and the girl, of course Claire herself found that this little girl would be perfect to mess with throughout the match and would probably bring her a whole night filled with boundless joy.

She took a step forward after Jasmine's, or as she she seemed to call herself, the lion's speech. Claire would smile and simply shrug her shoulders as she'd place her hands upon her hips. " Now how can you say I have mocked you or this lovely crowd ? Do you think so little of me and judge a poor girl so quickly ?" The luscious lips of the sexy dominatrix like beauty let out in a sultry tone of voice and way of twisting and bending the words.

" It is you who have made a mockery here, being so cruel to a madam." Claire let out as she was completely playing along with the girl's over dramatized way of acting.

When Jasmine started to back off towards the corner, so did Claire. She would lean back against the corner, draping her arms over the top ropes as she watched the little feline enclined girl pace back and forth. Which granted the beautiful purple haired girl a bit of amusement.

Soon enough the ref rang the bell and had the match start, from which Claire would simply smile and relax in the corner for now. Waiting for her foe, ready but! With the look as if she didn't have a care in the world.