High Stakes! High Risk! High Reward! (Estela vs Aisha)

Match Type: Ladder Match
Victory Conditions: Retrieving the Briefcase
Misc: The briefcase is filled with an large sum of money

Tonight was a special occasion as a metal briefcase was hanging above the ring, an opportunity for two new wrestlers who recently joined the league that would not only put the spotlight solely on the two of them, but also the victor would be walking out a happy woman. Due to recently joining the league, they didn't get as much of a payday like the other, more popular girls got for their contract. This briefcase would be a great addition to their bank accounts along with the glory of wowing the crowd with insane risks and unforgettable images of them flying through the air and crashing down on each other.

Estela's theme started to play as the cocky and arrogant woman appeared on stage. Her eyes were trailed solely on that briefcase hanging above the ring, filled with money. Although she liked to think herself as highly sought out for on the European circuit, when she heard how much money was in the briefcase, it blew her earnings out of the water. It was a great motivator to do even better than normal, which Estela thought impossible because she was pretty damn amazing to begin with. As she was walking down the ramp, she saw that around the ring, ladders of different sizes were laying against the barricade, waiting to be used to ascend up to victory.

Symbolic as well to Estela, seeing this as a way to climb up into the higher echelon of the league where she felt she rightfully belonged. Climbing up on the apron, she ran at one of the corners, jumping up to the second rung to pose for the fans. Her smug smile was plastered on her face before grabbing on to the top ropes and flipping forward into the ring, showing off a bit of her athleticism that was going to be shown off for this match. Eagerly waiting for her opponent, she was getting anxious to get her glory that she rightfully earned.

Aisha waited for her music, doing a moderate run in place in order to psyche herself up for the coming battle. She had fought in ladder matches before, but not so in the AFW, and definitely not for the sort of pot that was to be claimed upon winning. She was definitely in the professionals but she sure didn't feel like she was being payed as one. This money could do well for her and this match a show to the top what she could do.

Her music came on and she rushes out, showing to the crowd she was ready. Walking tot he center of the stage with the rapid beat of the music she made a pose, pointing up to the air with one hand and a hand to her hip. She then pointed towards the ring, rushing forward while greeting as many hands as she could. Once to the ring she slid in, getting up quickly, going to the corner to rouse the crowd. Pointing once again back to the brief case standing.

"You ready to rumble," she jumped down, looking to her opponent.

Estela's eyes continued to gaze up at the briefcase hanging above, thinking about all that money that was sitting and waiting in it for her to grab. She was practically looking at that eyes with the most greedy look ever as it was the payday she was looking for and how fitting it would be for her coming up from the streets with nothing to call her own but the rags that were called clothing on her body, to win such a massive amount of money to really treat herself as the spotlight shined down on her.

Her eyes were pulled away from the briefcase when she heard her opponent's theme beginning to play as she postured herself up on the turnbuckle, sitting on the top buckle while her feet rested on the second ropes as she kept a trained eye on her opponent. One look and she could already tell that she was going to be athletic, of course no where near as athletic as Estela herself she though as she jumped off of the top rope and started to strut towards the middle as her opponent pointed to the briefcase.

"I'm always ready to rumble. That money is going to be mine. No hard feelings when you lose." she smugly stated as the ref girl ensured that both competitors were ready and then called for the bell. Estela would begin to circle her opponent, keeping light on her feet as she closed the distance, crouching low as she raised her hand looking to challenge Aisha to a test of strength!

"Is that so? You're gonna have to show me what you got because that money is mine you see, you here me?" she retorts rallying the crowd with a pose, an almost taunting way. She puts a hand to her hip, winking to Estela while pointing towards her," You ain't ready to handle what I'm bringing to the table."

With the ring of the bell Aisha mimicked her opponent, moving around the ring and sizing up her opponent. She was just like her, fast and quick, a natural aerial and quick striker. this would be a hard bought, but she could take it, though the ladder stipulation made things dangerous. moving forward the pinkette would creep an arm into the test of strength, followed by the other one, trying to get a measure of her power.

Estela let out a scoff of disbelief, a natural reaction to whenever someone ever challenged her talent in any way, shape or form. Aisha claiming that she couldn't handle her was just such a claim that Estela couldn't take seriously. How could any one beat the talent that was her? "What you bring to the table? I'm surprise you can even find the table! So a point to you!" she smugly fired back as their match got underway.

The two got in close to each other as they felt each other out before finally locking hands. Estela wasn't the strongest around, but she knew that she wasn't the weakest. She needed this test of strength to determine if it was worth it trying to match muscle to muscle with Aisha. Showing up others in a test of strength always ticked the ego of Estela. Shoulders and chests smashed against each other, it wasn't a big difference but she could feel that Aisha was just a bit stronger than her as she was slowly losing ground against her opponent.

Attempting to shift things into her favor, Estela quickly fell backwards, looking to catch Aisha off guard as she brought her feet up to plant right into the hips of Aisha and attempted to monkey flip her right over while still locking hands. If she was successful, she would attempt to kick off of the mat and flip backwards on to Aisha in the mount position!

The test of strength began swiftly with the two grappling each other. Chest to chest, shoulder to shoulder, even forehead to forehead. It was apparent the two were evenly matched with only Aisha being only slightly stronger than Estela. It was an advantage, but one that was barely noticeable, giving just enough of the edge to matter.

She overstated her thinking of the matter and soon found herself flipped over by a monk flip. It wasn't too bad, nothing she couldn't handle, but the flip the Estela did caught her by surprise. Now in a vulnerable position, Aisha braced as her opponent mounted her.

Estela smiled as she flipped backwards, showing off her level of athleticism as she perfectly flipped backwards and landed right on Aisha's stomach. "Looks like you came to this table unprepared loser." she swiftly mocked her opponent as she attempted to push all of her weight down on to the wrists, looking to try and pin Aisha's shoulders to the mat. Of course she wasn't expecting much out of this, Aisha had enough leverage to roll either of her shoulders off of the mat.

But the point that Estela was going for was to force Aisha to exert her stamina by pushing her shoulder off of the mat. It was something minor, but each 'kickout' would be met with more force to place that shoulder down on the mat. But in the end, Estela wasn't going to be satisfied with just something minor and opted to do something grand as she attempted to push her knees off of the mat, planting her hands against Aisha's and attempted to almost handstand her way up before dropping back down to try and drop on her opponent's stomach again to forcefully push the air out of her lungs.

Aisha gritted her teeth at the comment by Estela and quickly moved to push the woman off of her, struggling just slightly to do so. The pinkette would push her away, escaping each pin. She wasn't in the best position here, with little control of what could happen, "You got a mouth, can you back it... Graaaagghhhh," she cried as  she was kneed in the stomach. Aisha would abandon the hold and pushing back.

Now clutching her stomach in pain she tried to roll over, even with Estela still on top of her, but was unlikely such would happen.

Shoving her hands down the second she felt Aisha pushing them right back down to the mat, Estela smiled as she lifted herself up with the most of grace before ramming her knee into Aisha's stomach in the most crude and violent way. "Every day and night. You seem to be having problems finding the stomach to prove me wrong!" she mocking shot at Aisha as she felt her opponent attempting to roll and force her off. Estela didn't fight to keep her underneath as she simply got off, releasing one hand and held on to the other by the wrist as she would begin walking around Aisha, almost prancing around her to show how she had things under control with the most arrogant smirk on her face.

Stopping in front of Aisha, she would grab a handful of her long hair to pull her up to a kneeling position while holding on to the wrist. Lifting her foot up, she pushed it forward to kick Aisha in the face. However instead of the proper way to kick someone with a stiff push kick, Estela instead simply pushed it with mocking strength. It didn't take long for her to show everyone what she really thought of her opponent. She would do it a few more times before using the last one with a bit more strength to force Aisha down on to the mat before turning around and strutting for the crowd to an audible amount of boos for her complete lack of respect.

Aisha would cry out in pain as she was again and again kneed in the stomach during the brutish assault. She coughed a little as she finally managed to get out from under her, no doubt due to the little resistance. The pinkette knew her opponent was simply taunting her as she groaned a bit on the mat, trying to stand up again. Her strength had not been weakened, but her body began to ache from the pain.

"Ow," she would say as Estela callously grabbed her by the hair and set her into a kneeling position before her. Her face then connected with Estela's boot in a long, drawn out manner, the pain of each treacherous kick slamming into her jaw. It was obvious that it was to demoralize her, not only hurt her.The final kick would send her to the mat again hard, rolling away a bit woozy. She clung to the ropes, using it to get herself up half way before getting back up to her feet. With quickness in step she'd rush Estela with punches and light kicks to wear her down, before going into possibly a donkey kick away. If, she could get up before the next attack.