Dulsa Vs William Castur (Debut)

Standard Match
Win via Pinfall or Submission
Count Out: 10 Count

Dulsa:

"I Hate Myself and Want To Die" by Nirvana began to blast through the arena speakers as Eliza Morgan Ravencroft, the young woman who went by the ring-name, "Dulsa", came marching down the ramp with a vivid scowl across her face. Her punky attire consisted of her open suit jacket, unbuttoned white shirt with a black bra underneath, in addition to a matching miniskirt, stockings and white boots, the boys and men all hooting and hollering at the young woman as she came down the ramp with a swagger in her step. This wasn't her first time in Tension, but it had certainty been a while since she had been here and tonight she had the intention to capture a win.

Walking up the ring steps, Dulsa climbed into the ring before making her way into her corner, awaiting the arrival of her foe, banking that it was some doofus she could beat the snot out of and leave a bruised mess.

William:

As the first track died down, "Welcome to the Jungle" started to play on the loudspeakers. William strolled down towards the ring in only a pair of black trunks. He could feel all the eyes in the room on him and thought perhaps he should have worn more. A small bead of sweat formed on William’s forehead as his nerves began to get the better of him. It was his first match after all and there was plenty for him to worry about. “All thoughts for next time.” Will mumbled to himself as he climbed up the ring and settled in his corner.

William smiles nervously and quickly waves hi to the smaller girl in the corner. “Good luck!” He shouts out to her before the music quiets down.

Dulsa's eye sort of twitched when she heard Guns n Roses playing. The kind of corny crap annoyed her. Enough to make her huff, cross her arms and cock her hip out with a clear attitude as she watched this vanilla dweeb appear and make his way towards the ring. Not a very impressive specimen at all. Cute face, that was about it.

Dulsa did not wave back at her foe, she just glared at him. "At least he's not that much bigger..." She thought as the bell rang and Dulsa went in looking for a lockup in the center of the ring.

Only to change up at the last second and try to score a swift kick to the man's gut.

"Well I guess she's not to friendly." William thinks to himself as he slowly approaches her. He happily goes in for a lockup, quite confident that he could hold his own against the smaller girl in that regard.

Will's caught off guard by the sudden change. "Gahh.. damn it!" he exclaims as Dulsa's foot connects with his gut. He stumbles back two steps and hunches over. This was not the start he wanted for the match.

Will decides to go for a quick take down while he's already a bit lower to the ground. He bends his knees slightly and makes a lunge for Dulsa's waist, hoping to get her down to the mat.

Dulsa landed the kick and made the man stumble back. She was about to press the attack when he suddenly lunged forward right at her!

"Gh!" Dulsa grits her teeth as she is hit and taken down to the mat, wincing as the man encompasses her body. But she doesn't plan on staying there and immediately tries to lift her legs and attempt to shove her boots into his chest and push him right off of her.

Williams small victory is short lived. He grunts as he is pushed away and rolls to the side. The move didn't particularly hurt but William was visibly annoyed that he was pushed off so easily.

Since it seemed that it was Dulsa's legs that he was having a problem with, Will wanted to go for those first. If he was quick enough he'd try to get and grab his opponent by the ankles in hopes of maneuvering her into a better position.

Dulsa managed to shove William away but rather than sit there, she quickly stood up and got her fists up in guard, trying to tag her opponent with a right hook right across the face to get him to back off!

"Hands off, dweeb!" She spat as she tried to tag her opponent with a stiff blow across the face.

"Dweeb? What are you..." William tried to say before rudely interrupted by a fist to the face. He wasn't expecting a punch like that in a wrestling match."Gah son of a bitch!" He quickly shouted. The force of the hit forced his body into a 90 degree turn before he stopped himself from going any further.

William was a bit dazed from the surprise but having seen his share of bar fights during his day job he knew he couldn't just stand there. Perhaps he would be a little delayed, but he Will would try to come right back at Dulsa with a hard kick aimed right above her shoulder. Will hoped it would be more than enough to pay her back for a hit to the head.

Dulsa grinned as her fist blasted this boy right across the face, making him turn so sharply that the crowd winced the moment he twisted, seeing him stumble in a daze.

Dulsa was ready to move in for another attack but the punk retaliated with a sudden high kick that made Dulsa raise her fists to protect herself, making her stagger back a bit after somewhat blocking the kick. She found herself frustrated that for every hit she landed, he just returned one instead, not allowing her to take any kind of lead.

Getting punched in the face flustered William a bit more than he would have liked to admit. He took the little time gained from Dulsa's stagger to step back himself and create some distance between the two of them. He then closed his eyes and shook his head for a second to clear any remaining stars he might have been seeing floating around his head.

"You're better than I thought you'd be." William complimented while flashing a little smile. He really did expect Dulsa to be weaker based on her appearance. "But I'm not going down that easy."