Zoey Hamilton vs Genevieve Riveille ( debut ) - humiliation match

Zoey's " Danger zone " would start to blare through-out the arena and almost immediately it would be met with a mix of boo's and cheers, despite her best effort Zoey still would be receiving more fan support than the antagonising pirate desired. Zoey would suddenly appear in front of the crowd as she came into view, her upper body and especially her face would be blocked off though as she was holding her Scottish flag in front of her face and would be met with a collective low boo, Zoey would smile behind the flag thinking that her usual antic was about to get her the heat that she wanted.

Zoey would have no such luck though as she would quickly move through the flag and hold it to the side to reveal her middle finger, Zoey had hoped to get booing but she would hear a surprisingly loud " Ole! " chant from the crowd as she ran through the flag like a bull, the blue haired woman would turn red faced as she got furious with the crowd and as usual started to implode on them " Stop being smart-arses and Boo me you cunts! " Zoey would then be meet with her own signature " shut up " from the crowd and would then yell it herself, trading back and forth with the crowd before finally walking down the ramp and entering the ring.

" Oh another debut match, this is going to be easy. I'll give them something to boo me for by using this newbie as a tool " Zoey would think as she walked to her corner, assuming that as usual the debuting wrestler would be pretty easy to deal with. Zoey would give her Scottish flag and pirate hat to outside officials before waiting on her opponent to get to the ring. She would be wearing her usual casual pirate outfit with her hair in a ponytail similar to how her hair looked in her old attire.

The applause she recieved was rather subdued largely in part due to how eerie and slow her entrance theme 'Sloth' was. She didn't blame them of course, it was only natural to be sceptical towards those that you know nothing about. So as her bandaged, bound body was pulled towards the ring on something usually used for severely dangerous individuals in mental asylums, she simply scrutinized her opponent with a lazy gaze. She was a bit shorter than herself, as were most people really, but seemed really confident and strong. She'd probably get her ass beaten quite handily by this one. It was her first match after all. The thought filled her with both anxiety and a slight anticipation, although the latter was moreso a misleading association she made by default, rather than something hyper likely to occur.

Her body was flopped onto the arena's ropes by the two men, the bound and still completely bandaged Genevieve twitching and squirming around like a worm, before she managed to fall down into the ring, from the uppermost rope. Still wiggling and spasming violently, she then started to put pressure onto her countless bindings, the bandages slowly tearing as she got out of them. White, brown and red stained cloth tore and revealed long, slender limbs both fitted into gloves and stiletto heeled boots that made her at least seven feet tall before her opponent. Alas, her size was not noticable yet, as she still lay on the floor, on all four like an animal, only her big rear end raised into the air. At this point her attire was also made evident, as it was a body-suit so tight she appeared almost naked wherever her body had naturally larger crevices. Needless to say, her upturned butt caused louder cheers to come from the crowd, before she slowly got to her feet, stumbling a few steps with her arms dangling almost lifelessly, before raising her head so fast the movement seemed like a blurr, compared to her resting state. She stared at Zoey with a kind of single-minded conviction not uncommon for zealots.

Ring Attire:

"You use such foul language..."Genevieve pointed out, shaking her head slightly. "You shouldn't call these poor people arses and cunts, only bad people do that." She hesitated for a moment, her still heavy french accent likely sinking in still, as her husky, sweet voice sunk in. "Unless... you are a bad person." Nodding to herself a little, she took on a fighting position, towering over her opponent rather easily, as far as she could tell from here. "In that case... you need to be punished." She whispered the word 'punished' with a strange glint in her eyes, licking her full upper lip for a moment before lowering her gaze a little, staring at the other like a beast in waiting. "Go on, come here then. Use me to your heart's content. If you can." With that she simply waited, expecting her opponent's first move.

Zoey would watch her opponents entrance and truthfully would be a little taken abback, her opponent seemed to be dangerous and had a strong conviction and matter of fact way of speaking that showed she was not to be messed with.

The much smaller blunette would listen to Genevieve, a slight smile growing on her face as she heard the nutjob drag on and on, after Genevieve mentioned using her Zoey would laugh and without a second of hesitation Zoey would mockingly say " Oh really? That's fan-fucking-tactic! I can keep you in my storage shed until Halloween and spook children, or maybe even these fans who you clearly terrify Hannibal " Zoey's smile would grow and the audience would actually start to get entertained by her tirade on how ridiculous her opponent  was. "Rats. Now the fucking fans are laughing at me again!" Zoey would think to herself, in antagonizing her opponent Zoey had failed to antagonize the crowd...she was going to have to try harder to get booed.

" Alright straight-jacket, let's see if your syringe filled arms still work " Zoey would say after the bell had ringed. Zoey would then walk into the middle of the ring before getting into a slight crouch and putting her arms out, inviting the terrifying woman to a test of strength. Zoey really would defy anyone, no matter how bad a decision it was.

There are many people in this world easily agitated by insults and slander, as well as the general notions of being demeaned and ridiculed. Genevieve Riveille was no such person. In fact, the slander that came her way caused her to blush a little, a little embarassed over the criticism of her show, which just caused her to respond timidly as well:"Well... I didn't mean to scare anybody. I just thought it was a pretty idea." Thinking for a moment, whilst watching her opponent, Genevieve then added:"I don't mind being kept in a storage shed though. It would be nice if you had a bed though. I can get a cold easily if I have to sit on a cold floor all the time." The tall woman mused with the same timid tone, but a gentle smile behind her words. Then again, her expression returned to a brooding, fish-eyed stare at her opponent, as she engaged her. "Now, let's get the punishment started. But hey, it's nice to make people laugh. So kudos to you."

SHe had no idea what the other meant with straight-jacket, or syringe filled arms... but it probably didn't matter. The bell rung and her opponent moved into the middle, Genevieve mimmicking her movements, as she closed in as well. Alas, Gene had little experience with the social antics of the ring, or with the idea of having these types of contests. Thus, when her opponent crouched and put her arms out... Genevieve responded the only way she knew how to... by throwing straight punch right at Zoey's face, that carried her full weight. The sheer pressure and power of the move created a sound comparable to swinging a thin stick really fast, the friction her punch created in the air audible... it was certainly one way to start her career... but it would most certainly make sure nobody would mistake her approach to things.

Ever.

Zoey had planned to do her usual routine when Genevieve approached, Zoey's surprise headbutt usually works well in this situation so Zoey would set up for it by grabbing one of Genevieve's arms with her own. The blue haired pirate would soon get a taste of her own medicine as her opponents body shifted and Zoey would get a face full of the woman's knuckles to start the match.

Zoey would fall onto her back, not realising that she had been struck until she crashed down against the mat due to a mix of momentum and the small blue haired pirate lacking the speed to regain her balance. Zoey would be panting on the mat already, holding her face and head as the shooting crippled her at the moment, this would be as much a devastating mental blow as it was a physical one. Zoey prided herself on being able to take anything and still come out of it disrespecting and defying everyone, sure she had endured horrific things before but that deadly punch was on a whole other level of pain and disorientation.

Zoey still wouldn't let some tall bitch ruin her fun though as Zoey would push herself almost into a sitting position but would have to use her arms to keep herself up and would be leaning to one side and panting as she said " I've had stronger beer " Zoey would say, using much more energy and concentration to look the giant in the eyes than she probably should have.