Estela vs. Elsa (for Caboose)

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or count out.

Estela was preparing backstage, she was excited as it was her first match since signing to AFW under the tutelage of her 'mentor' who showed her into the world of professional wrestling. She didn't mind waiting, she knew in her heart and soul that it didn't matter just who they got to wrestle her she was going to prove why she 'dominated' the European independent scene for a few years as she tightened her white boots. Her light jade colored attire was in perfect order as all the belts were tightened to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions, that would be a disastrous end for her debut in the country.

Her theme started playing as she appeared on stage, looking confident and brimming with arrogance as she made her way down to the ring with an all mighty smirk. She was quite proud of her fast pace lucha-libre inspired style, despite never once traveling to Mexico to learn the craft in the birth place. She still was pretty confident that her skills would match on any decent luchadore as she jumped on the apron, springing off of the bottom rope to propel herself up and over hte rope to roll in, getting up to her feet in quick fashion as she took a bow, in the most condescending way possible.

Turning her attention back towards the ramp, she looked to see just who they got for her to beat in her first night.

Elsa was ready for her latest match up as she finished putting gone her boots. She was doing her best so far, but the swede thought she needed to kick things up a notch if she wanted to rise to the top. Elsa was wearing a different attire tonight to mix things up. The outfit consisted of a red scarf, a blue cop-like jumpsuit, a loose fitting belt, and other accessories that the swede would normally wear with her attire. So now that she was ready, Elsa would take a deep breathe and start walking out to make her entrance.

Alternate Attire :

The song "Dare to Fly" would start to play from the speakers as Elsa ran out full speed. Slowing down as she reached the ramp, though, the high flyer would point up to the sky with both hands which signaled for the crowd to cheer. And cheer they did as many in the audience pointed up as Elsa was. She wasn't the best wrestler in the league, but at least she was fairly well liked it.

Then after a moment more, Elsa would sprint down the ramp and to the ring, which she would enter as she slid under the ropes. Her momentum took her to the center of the ring, and once there the swede would spring up to her feet and find her opponent a standing a few feet from her.

"Hey there, that's a pretty cool attire" the swede would say as she extended her hand. "My name's Elsa, and I've actually seen a few matches of yours in Europe...I'm really excited to face you tonight!" she would say hoping to get off on the right foot with Estela.

Estela watched with semi interest at who was coming down the ring as she laid back against the corner with her arms resting on the top rope. She didn't look too impressive by Estela's standards, but then again hardly anyone matched up to her high standards as she watched her opponent get into the ring, taking a while before pushing herself off of the corner and going to meet her opponent with a lackadaisical attitude, only then when she heard her opponent watched some of her matches while she was off in Europe. Instead of being humble about it, Estela took the opposite route. The exact opposite route.

"Then why did you bother taking a match against me? Not afraid of getting shamed against me? Clearly you should know that you're nowhere near my league." was her immediately response, not even paying attention to the hand that was extended for her to shake. She didn't have time for that, she was here to make people realize her talents and skills. Respect had nothing to do with game plan, her peers could look on in amazement for all she cared about.

"Elsa you said your name was? Try to keep up. I wouldn't want my match to be dragged down by someone who couldn't hang with me."

Elsa was...well...surprised to hear Estela's narcissistic response and was stunned for a moment wondering if she was serious. Once she knew the woman's words were true, they certainly killed any at all chance of this to be a friendly match. And instead, the swede was going to show the luchadora why she should be more humble. "Well I was afraid of setting the wrong impression, but you seem to have done a far more terrible job than I could have done." she would say crossing her arms with a slight glare in her arms.

Then backing up and waiting for the bell, Elsa would keep her eyes glaring at the woman as she readied herself for the match to start. "And don't you worry, I'm gonna keep up just fine while I'm beating you all over this ring." the swede would say as she crouched slightly, ready to charge as soon as she could.

"Did I do a terrible job? Or are you just too big of sensitive idiot to let facts hurt you?" Estela immediately countered, her words sharp and fierce with the matter-of-factually tone she used with her hand on her hip, cocked out to the side as she didn't bother shaking Elsa's hand as it went down. The two were already having tension between the two of them, Estela not caring about the bridges she'd burn the second she got to them as she got into her wrestling stance.

"Then bring it, if you're just as good at wrestling like you are at whining, you may not get steam rolled over." Estela continued to lash out with her insulting tongue as the bell rang. Expecting Elsa to charge right at her, Estela was not impressed as she would immediately duck underneath her attack, sauntering a few steps towards the other corner before hopping up and laying on the top rope. Clearly showing everyone that she was not taking Elsa seriously as she stretched out her arms behind her head like she was lounging before gesturing Elsa to come at her before sliding off of the top on to the apron.

Elsa charged at the luchadora as the bell rang, but Estela showed off that impressive speed of her's by ducking under her quick attempt to lock up, and instead went to the corner. She would lay across it then, gesturing the swede to come and get her in a taunting fashion. Elsa realized what the woman was doing though, and she wouldn't let it get to her so easily. So she'd head right towards the green haired woman as she slid onto the ring apron, which is right where the swede wanted her to be.

Jumping onto the ropes to the left of the corner, Elsa would attempt to spring off the middle rope to nail Estela in the face with her foot shouting "Hiiiyyaaa!!!". The springboard pele kick would probably knock the luchadora down to the floor, which would put a big smile on the swede's face if that happened. That would teach Estela not to lounge around on the corner like that.

Estela thought that Elsa was going to take her pain and rush in as she would gracefully slip off of the top turnbuckle and let her opponent crash into it like the fool she was. However to her surprise, Elsa caught on much faster than she thought as she saw Elsa spring off of the ropes and flying at her with a kick. It all came too quick for Estela to see coming as she got smacked in the face.

Gripping on to the top rope as she twisted down on to her butt, sitting on the apron and then sliding off on to the floor, she had a hand up against her jaw. It wasn't anything too severe and didn't knock anything out of place, only her ego as her lips curled into a scowl. She wasn't going to let this ruin her debut match!

After figuring out the luchadora's plan, Elsa quickly turned it around on Estela with a flying kick! The swede was happy to see her opponent's cocky face get smacked with her kick that sent her down to the ring apron before sliding to the floor. Estela deserved that strike, and everything else that was gonna come to her in this match for being so cocky. Elsa wasn't going to just let her opponent take her time outside of the ring, though.

Instead, with the luchadora nursing her jaw outside the ring, the swede decided to bring the fight to the jade haired beauty as she ran back to bounce off the ropes. Then charging full speed at Estela, the brawler would try to slide her way out of the ring feet first and strike the woman in the back. This may have been her opponent's debut, but Elsa wasn't going to let the luchadora triumph in it.

Estela was not about to let this punk ruin her moment of glory, she worked too hard in Europe, traveling to the different countries to hone her craft that led her to this moment. She wasn't going to be stopped nor denied the victory she knew and felt that she deserved. Because she certainly didn't deserve the double boots to the back from Elsa that jerked her forward and crashing on to the floor.

Her hands shot to the back of her head, mostly to cover it from having a nasty spill into the ground as she rolled up the entrance way. Her night was getting worse and worse at this rate.

Elsa sent her opponent crashing onto the floor towards the entrance ramp with the powerful blow to the back, but she was far from satisfied. Estela had sought to embarrass and shame her tonight, but the swede was never going to let that happen. So with her opponent holding the back of her head, Elsa would walk over and take a hold of the woman's jade colored hair to stand her up on two feet.

"Hmm...No mean comments? No name calling? Where'd the cocky attitude go sweetie?" the swede would say as she tried to bring Estela back to the ring. That way she could throw the luchadora under the ropes so she'd roll into the ring. Elsa was on fire in this match so far, and she wanted to keep it that way for a good bit longer.