Emma Lexington vs Ciel Aonlous (Debut Match)

Standard Match
Victory via Pinfall, submission, disqualification or count-out.

Spoiler:

Ciel was now breathing heavily as she looked in the mirror.  It was time for her debut match and she wasn't sure if she was ready for it.  Yes she had sign up for this but the pressure was getting at her, she would now be fighting in front of millions of people against another human being.  Every single actions she performed, every single hit she did and every single blow she took would be recorded.  Nothing would escape the eyes of the fans.  Trying to calm herself, Ciel would think about all the money she would earn from this match and her career as a wrestler.

As she continued to start thinking about her career in wrestling, she knew that she would need to win some matches in order to get anywhere.  Thus that meant taking down her first opponent, Emma Lexington.  From what she had seen on YouTube, Emma was a kawaii wrestler about the same height as herself.  Thus she would not need to worry about there being a major difference in height or body weight.  That being said, her opponent might have more wrestling experience then her, Emma had after all done a match and who knows how many more spars?

A knock was then heard on the door, ending Ciel current train of thought and focusing on the AFW associate who had just opened the door.  The associate informed that it was time for her first match.  Ciel was about to leave before she ran back in her locker room and check to make sure she had everything. After all she didn't want to start her debut match with her missing part of her uniform.  Once she was satisfied with her uniform she would run back to the ramp, ready as she could be for her first match.

Just as she arrived at the ramp her theme song started to play.  Ciel was a bit shock at how she didn't even get a break but none the less she made her way out before being blasted by cheers and applause by the crowd.  She felt overwhelm and frozen in place by what she saw and heard as her face turned red.  Their were so many people here, all focusing on her.  Though scared, she moved forward as she used fear to drive herself, after all how embarrassing would it be if she ran away?  Using that thought as her motivation to go forward as she then gave a few high fives to the fans and waved at a few others before making her way to the ring.  She would climb the stairs and enter the ring in a normal fashion before going to her corner and waiting for her opponent to show up.

Emma was in her locker room, her dresser was in a corner away from her window and a chair was neatly pushed in. Her computer screen was on and it showed that she had a few emails. to the right of the dresser was her closet, where she kept the little clothes that she wore to the ring. She stripped naked and began pulling on her thong. She looked around to see her lucky pink ribbons dangling from a shelf. She grabbed them and tied it around her arms. After that, she quickly tied her bow onto her jacket and put her hat on when suddenly she heard a knock on the door, telling her the match was starting soon. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing grew a little quicker as she stared at her door, "Let's get this match over with then." she said to herself


She then opened her door and headed out to the ring. She walked down the ramp, giving high fives and hugs as her music played in the background. She looked about and saw all the faces of the people that had come to watch her defeat this noob here. She hopped about before climbing onto the apron and slipping into the ring. She looked over at her opponent and smiled, going to her and frowned, "Hello, I am Emma Lexington and I shall be the one to defeat you tonight.." she would then move to her corner and wait for the ref to check her for weapons before the bell rang.

Ciel was waiting on the turnbuckle as she then suddenly heard some music play.  She saw her opponent making her way to the ring, giving high fives and hugs to the audience.  Her opponent seemed to have blonde hair and wasn't wearing that much.  That being said what little clothing her blond opponent was wearing looked to be some kind of Christmas theme attire.  She then watch as her opponent enter the ring. It seemed that her analysis of her opponent was correct, the two were about the same height but by the looks of it, Ciel would say she had a weight advantage over her opponent.

She watch as her opponent gave her a smile before it turned into a frown which kind of surprised the blue hair wrestler.  Emma began to introduce herself and stated that she was going to defeat Ciel.  This resulted in the French wrestler face turning a bit red.  Her opponent seemed so confident in her victory.  The blue hair wrestler would then muster her courage together and take a step forward. “I am Ciel Aonlous and I shall be your opponent tonight.” she stated as she began to extend her hand but stop as she saw her opponent move back to her corner.  It seemed that her opponent didn't want to talk or shake hands. She could understand why, they were going to fight.

The ref would begin to inspect Ciel as well for weapons before finding none on her.  Then the bell rang and Ciel would slowly make her way to the center of the ring, trying to circle around Emma, attempting to spot a weakness.  Though if Emma look carefully she would be able to tell that Ciel was hesitating a bit as the blue hair wrestler was still feeling a bit overwhelmed from the crowd.

Emma looked her opponent over once, twice, three times. She knew that France and England had been long time enemies, dating back to 1044. She glared at her adversary with hatred. She wanted to do her country proud by defeating this french girl and she knew she could do it, although her opponent, Ciel was it, had the weight advantage, she knew she was faster. She just had to hit the last ride and it would be over.

Suddenly, the bell rang and she moved forward to lock up with her opponent. She saw that her opponent was hesitating and she grinned. With a sudden burst of speed, she would lunge forward before locking up and attempt to spear her. If this were successful, she would then pick her up and place her head between her legs, "Get ready for a sudden drop french." she would then pick her up and throw her in the air before placing a knee out for her to land on, if it were successful, she would then roll her over and lay across her body for the first pinfall attempt.

It seemed her opponent didn't have any words for Ciel.  Perhaps she simply didn't like Ciel due to the fact that she was English while Ciel was from France or maybe she was simply trying to focus on the match.  That was probably the best idea, thus she simply returned to her turnbuckle, now focusing on her opponent and the fight instead of making small talk.  She simply rested on the turnbuckle and waited for the match to start while starring at her opponent.

The bell then rang and Ciel began to move forward and started to circle around her opponent.  The blue hair wrestler spotted her opponent grin before she was then hit by a spear, knocking her down to the wrestling mat.  “Ahh.” stated the French wrestler in pain as she tried to build some resolve.  Yet as she was being pick up she would attempt to punch her opponent in the gut, in hopes of breaking free.  If her attack connected she would try to rise up and clothesline her opponent in hopes of sending her down to the mat.

As Emma was picking up the french wrestler, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her stomach. She let her go and doubled over in pain, gasping for air after having had the wind knocked out of her. She had dropped to her knees, but was slowly beginning to rise to her feet. Once she was on her feet, she would look to her opponent who had bounced off the ropes and was now charging towards her. She knew she had to do something, but before she could do anything, she found herself laying sprawled out on the wrestling mat. She would groan and roll onto her side before trying to stand back up, groaning again, Emma decided it would be best if she just stayed down for now to catch her breath. "You call that a clothesline french? Your weak!" she spat and slowly began to rise to her feet, "Bitch, I'm gonna put you down."

Ciel fist connected with her opponent stomach, it seemed that her counter attack work.  She would then get clotheslines her opponent, sending Emma to the wrestling mat.  She then exhaled, taking a slight moment to catch her breathe.  Yet it seemed her opponent wasn't going to stay down from that attack.  The British wrestler was already throwing insults, it seemed she wanted to make this a culture issue.  France and England did have much hatred for one another but in the past 100 years they had been getting along, being allies and working towards long lasting peace.

She then heard her opponent state something about how she was going to put Ciel down.  Yet the blue hair wrestler decided to respond with attempting to punch her opponent in the face.  As they said, actions speak louder then words.  “Your all bark and no bite.” Ciel would state if that attack connected before she would then attempt a drop kick on her opponent, hopefully that would shut up the arrogant British wrestler for a bit.

Emma was slowly staggering to her hands and knees when suddenly, stars began to flutter around her face. The drop kick had connected and had sent her sprawling on her back. She groaned and stared up at the spotlights above them. She panted softly and closed her eyes.

Ciel threw a punch at her opponent and it straight in her opponent face, making Emma stagger, the blue hair wrestler would use this opportunity to hit her blond opponent with a drop kick sending her down to the mat.  It appeared that her last set of moves had done the trick in shutting her opponent up.  The crowd was now starting to cheer for her.  It actually felt good to have them cheer her on.  She took a second to appreciate it before then looking at her English opponent.

The French wrestler would then attempt to pull on her opponent hair, trying to get Emma on her feet.  If successful she would attempt to get behind her opponent before trying to warp her arms around the blond hair wrestler.  Assuming everything went according to plan, she would then start to lift Emma up and attempt to perform a German Suplex on the English wrestler.

Emma was still trying to get back in the saddle from her opponent punching her and drop kicking her. She was slowly getting to her hands and knees when her opponent decided to pick her up by her hair. She cried out in pain and grabbed at her hands before she felt herself lifted up and slammed into the mat from the german suplex.

She would go limp and begin to pant softly as she remained at her opponents mercy. She was letting her country down and she knew it, looking up at the british flag that was hanging up with the other flags that surrounded the ring, she whimpered softly and closed her eyes.