Gabbie Desjardin Vs. Nova DellaPietra

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Gabbie exhaled deeply as she danced backstage. She was shadowboxing with her robe draped over her like she was getting ready for any usual fight. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't a usual fight at all. Gabbie was a fighter by trade, but more specialized inboxing. She grew up in a Savate school but had taken to other styles of Kickboxing. She had expected, when she came to japan, that her debut would be inside of a boxing ring in Yokohama.

What the hell was she doing about to wrestle in Tokyo?

Gabbie was dressed in white sports bra that compressed against her small chest. It was trimmed in pink and had blue and yellow polka dots on it. She was wearing bright pink boy shorts and tugged at them. They were tighter than the trunks she was used to but she ignored it. She had on black fingerless MMA gloves. Much less bulky than boxing gloves. They seemed off. She was swathed in a long white robe trimmed in blue. On the front it said "Gabbie" and on the back it had a blue maple leaf emblazoned on it. It was about the only thing that felt comfortable to her. Still, she had to do this. She had to prove a point to everyone that no matter what, she wasn't a quitter and that she could handle whatever this stupid wrestling league threw at her.

When her music began to play, she stepped through the arena and stopped at the ramp. The place was packed even though she was early int he card. It was by far the biggest crowd she'd ever fought in front of and even the usually stoic Gabbie had to take a moment to take it in. It was both awe inspiring and intimidating but Gabbie swallowed hard and lowered her head. She marched down the ramp, shadowboxing as she made her way to the ring.

Once inside, she walked to her corner. She held up her arms as her name was called and pulled back her hood. She took another deep breath. Whoever was coming down that ramp, Gabbie Desjardin was not afraid. She'd conquer her just like she did with everything else.

The next musical selection was way cooler.

In contrast to Gabby's horrifyingly loserish music and her stupid wannabe boxer routine, Nova was all in effect when she strutted her way onto the top of the ramp. She stopped, set her feet apart and bent at the waist to blow kisses to the crowd.

Even her ring gear was waaay cooler than Gabby's, with her custom designed, matching bra-top and shorts and thigh-high boots. Her pink hair was up in two poofy pigtails, tied up with matching bows. Her lips shined with pink lip gloss, and flecks of glitter on her cheeks shown under the lights. She paused only to shake her butt for the crowd, which was way bigger this time, and she got some real cheers this time! Mixed in there with the catcalls.

She was brimming with confidence as she climbed the steps to the ring and slipped inside. She raised her eyebrows at her shrimpy, flat-chested opponent and just had to force an obnoxious laugh.

"O... M... G, loser! What are you weawing???"

Instantly, her shrill, grating voice drew and audible groan from the crowd. It was such a betrayal after having already oggled her sexy body.

"This is a westling wing, not a... I don't even have pajamas that ugly! Have you ever heard of a push-up bra?? Not that it would even help you, ha! Ohmigod, you look like a boy! I'm gonna give you a westling lesson, and a lesson in being..." She crossed her first two fingers on each hand into the symbol, "Hashtag fabulousssss!"

Finally, the time keeper gave the bell a single, resigned ding!

what the hell was prancing down the ramp?

As Nova made her flashy appearance, Gabbie's face formed an incredulous look. She was actually going to wrestle that? A smile tugged at the edge of her lips as her blue eyes focused on Nova and her display. 'Heh, this really is going to be easy...' she thought.

And then the girl spoke. Gabbie was visibly taken aback by the grating tones. Moreso than what was being said, even though that definitely pissed her off! Gabbie scowled at Nova while she shrugged off her robe and handed it to the ref. she bounded eagerly in place but remained silent, waiting for the bell.

It came soon and Gabbie shot out of her corner like a bullet, speedily clearing the distance with her proper boxer's stance. When she was close, she aimed sharp, powerful roundhouse kick at Nova's obnoxious mouth.

"C'mon, shwimp! What ah you even gonna- what are-"

Nova's eyes widened as Gabby charged straight at her, with such a fierce look in her eyes. "AIIIIEE!" She gracelessly threw herself to the side, narrowly avoiding having her head taken off, and scurried on her hands and knees to the ropes. She clung to them for deal life.

"Wef! Wef, I'm on the wopes! Keep her back!"

Gabbie's foot landed gracefully back on the mat as he knees bent after completing the kick. Nova was on the ground, scurrying away, but Gabbie hadn't felt the satisfying crack! that came with a successful kick.

She pursued, fully intending to continue beating Nova up until the ref stepped between her and Nova, preventing Gabbie from following up as the pinkie whined obnoxiously.

"Come on!" Gabbie barked. "Stand up and fight me for real!" She demanded.

Nova got up, holding her hands up to fend off the angry kickboxer, and hid behind the ref. She waved her hands to show how not ready to fight she was, and then shoved the referee into Gabby and lunged forward to grab a handful of her short, blonde hair. She yanked her head down to waist level and strode quickly toward the middle of the ring, towing Gabbie along behind her.

Gabbie stopped and planted her feet as Nova hid behind the referee. What the hell was THIS shit? Gabbie was trying to look past the ref, looking for a way to sneak in a kick past them. The thought made Gabbie grin, but soon Nova shoved the ref girl at her.

Gabbie threw her hands up to try and stabilize the girl only to have the sneaky rogue yank her short, blonde locks. "Ahhhgh!"

Gabbie was bent over and scrambled to remain balanced as Nova tugged her around. "Leggo!" Gabbie demanded, winging looping fists at Nova to try and get her to release her hair.

Nova flinched and tucked her elbows down against her body to try to fend off the torrent of stinging fists. "OW! Quitit! REF!" She cried, although she was the one doing something illegal. Luckily, the ref didn't say a word about that.

She put her other hand to Gabbie's face and shoved her away as hard as she could, and quickly backed up. She twisted back and forth to check for bruises on her slender midsection, and of course there were none. She glared at Gabbie.

Gabbie was released and glared at Nova. SHE was the one begging for the ref? Gabbie chewed on her lip and turned back to look at the referee. "SHE was the one pulling MY hair!" Gabbie whined, tugging her own blonde locks in a pantomime. "Are you going to let her whine the whole match!?" Gabbie spat and stiffly postured at the referee, as though she might turn on the poor zebra.

Gabbie had dealt with officiating before, of course, but never in THIS way. Getting to decide so much was difficult for the young Torontonian. Of course, the passive referee was used to her authority being questioned, but when it became so direct, she puffed out her chest and returned an accusing, authoritative glare right back at Gabbie, silently telling her this was her realm and she made the rules.

Nova wasted no time. She crept up behind Gabby and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, and violently whipped her down to bounce the back of her head off the mat.

"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Nova cackled, even making the ref blink and back up a step. She stomped down on Gabby's chest and kept her foot planted there. "Count! Count!"

The referee dropped down to check Gabby's shoulders.