SS 17 Zoey Hamilton vs. Layla Vale (Lumber Jack Match)

Preceded by: SS 17 Yuki Onna & Spring Tiger vs. Aisha & Isa
Followed by: SS 17 Abigail vs. Videle



Vs.



Match Type: Lumber Jack Match
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knock Out

Apollyon walked down to the ring and stood by one of the corners, her arms folded behind her back. She was silent behind her mask as she looked around, before getting the audience clapping in a pattern to pump them up. "Are you ready? Show me that you are!"

Kana and Marissa decided they would make their entrance together due to the fact that they had the same manager and odds are they might be working together tonight.

They both would be wearing their Ususl attire. Kana was in spandex workout pants and a sports bra while Marissa wore her skin tight green leotard.

They would walk down together with Marissa actually holding kana in her arms in a bridal carry. They both would wave at the crowd until the made it to the ring.

Once near the ring, Marissa would put kana down and they would seperate from each other and go to different corners. They would nod to each other before attempting to pump up the crowd by turning towards them and pumping their fists in the air and roaring with them.

As Zoey watched backstage she would find dread in the sounds of the riled up crowd. Those damn lumerjacks! didn't they know just how much the crowd teased the poor Scot, sure most the time it was due to her own attitude towards the fans and blatantly horrible attitude, but of course Zoey still found a way to blame everyone else. " Fucking idiots..." The bluenette would mutter to herself backstage.

After a quick sign Zoey would get her mind somewhat focused though, pushing her irritation to the side and grabbing her Scotland flag that usually accompanied her to the ring. The bluenette would be wearing her least revealing attire, which may or may not have been her old volleyball trunks and shirt which were a simple black and blue with little patterning. Sure it was hardly exciting, but at this point the bluenette didn't particularly want to stick out any more. As Zoey received the prompt to enter the view of the waiting fans she would quickly mess with her shoes and then yet again grasp her flag in ahnd before returning a prompt, after which " Danger Zone " would blare through-out the arena.

Zoey would reveal herself as she walked out onto the ramp, turning her body around and holding her Scotland flag against her shoulders with each hand at one edge, holding that position for a bit before quickly turning around and letting her flag fall into one hand. As much as the bluenette tried to ignore the crowd, she couldn't help but get agitated at their mix of cheering, teasing and chanting. One quick chant about Zoey's tendency to lose in matches would finally earn a chorus of cusses from the bluenette before she addressed the particular fan.

" Hey! You! Greasy old pervert, yeah you! Get your ass down here " Zoey would yell, trying to start an improv match with a member of the crowd before some laughing and encouragement from the crowd snapped her back into the reality that they thought she was a joke and were just playing along for their own amusement. " That's it! I'm only doing private matches from now on. " Zoey would somewhat mumble to herself, starting as a yell before she quietened it down and finally made her way to the ring.

Now that Zoey had wasted so long on her way to the ring she would try to be somewhat quick, rolling under the middle rope and walking towards her corner, sitting her Scotland flag on the apron and noticing something in the corner of her eye. There was a creepy mask, which the bluenette would look at curiously for a second before letting out a snigger and turning back to face the ramp as she waited on her opponent.

The Scot's eyes couldn't help but wander from the stage to find the other lumberjacks, quickly noticing another two forms. One which she was glad wasn't her opponent due to her extreme size, and the other a much smaller wrestler who was decked out in workout pants, and seemed like she would have been an easy opponent to beat.

" Hey...if you touch me I'll break your mask. Freak " Zoey would whisper to Apollyon, smiling the entire time as she couldn't resist the temptation to mess with such a unique looking masked wrestler. After that quick threat though the bluenette would turn her attention entirely to the ramp, this time managing somewhat to focus on it as she waits for her opponent.

Apollyon was busy pumping up the crowd as Zoey made her way down the ramp, but she did glance over at the rather small bluenette. "Hmph. She does not look like much." She muttered to herself. She smirked and walked back and forth between the two ringposts, still riling up the crowd. She turned and crossed her arms, looking at Zoey. She was silently judging the small bluenette, and quickly decided that, whoever her opponent was, her opponent would be making short work of this girl.

She rolled her eyes at the stupid girl's attempts to get under the audience's skin. "How immature do you have to be? The audience is the entire reason we are here. And this idiot is trying to anger them." She continued passing judgement on the girl's actions as she walked down the ramp, including her childish expression of frustration, and chuckled a little at her shouting. Her motherly instinct wanted to help this girl present a better image of herself, but she knew that it wouldn't be well received. She just folded her arms behind her back again, and stared at her. Finally, Zoey looked her way. Apollyon shook her head slightly, but enough for the bluenette to see. Unfortunately, the idiot only sniggered and turned away.

Apollyon looked at her fellow lumberjacks. There wasn't much of a selection, unfortunately. The more physically impressive one still looked much easier than the creatures she'd faced down to get her food every day in the wilds of Kenya. She then looked back at Zoey, as the small brat was addressing her. The little shit threatened to break her mask! "I would love to see you try. Do not give me a reason to have to handle you, and I will not." She stared up at Zoey, her arms crossed.

When she had heard she had gotten a match at SS, she just about jumped for joy at the chance to make herself known on PPV. Though part of her felt like playing a lumberjack could have been fun as she had never done it before, but she wasn't going to say no to being in the match either. She heard about her opponent and her attitude, something she smiled at as she had just the kind of attitude Layla loved to knock around. That and her record showed she had a tendency to pick on opponents who could tear her apart and in fact did so, which made it much easier for her as the lingering lumberjacks would be likely to target her if she made sure she riled them up, and served to be a good reminder to be on her best behavior.

Coming out to her own music she was all smiles as the crowd cheered, hands behind her back she skipped around and looked at the fans before starting to skip on down towards the ring. High-fiving fans as she came down she looked at the lumberjacks in question, waving at them but not saying anything as she didn't really care what they said or did so long as they didn't outwardly go for her shed be fine. Its not like she was going to be retreating to the outside, or at least she had no intention of doing so. Entering the ring she looked at Zoey who seemed to be having an altercation with one of them already. She might not even have to fight, just push her over and let that monster take care of it. "So uh...Zoey, this your first time at SS or are you a bit more experienced. Cause its a first for me and I'm looking forward to it." Layla's smile never left her face.

As almost everyone else was focusing on what Zoey certainly should be the bluenette was far too focused on her new masked associate. Of course the bluenette knew that Apollyon very likely could deal with her easily, she wasn't stupid. Or at least not stupid enough to miss the obvious, but she was however stupid enough to resolve herself to tormenting that fierce lumberjack and then see if the other two would react as entertainingly to her arguing.

As Zoey finally turned her attention away from Apollyon it would forcibly be dragged towards her opponent due to the sudden boom of music that accompanied her. Layla quickly would display just how different she was to the foul bluenette, or at least how different she was on the surface. The blonde making her way down to the crowd and touching the hands of the average masochistic workers who paid money for Zoey to shout abuse at them, they truly were quite unpleasant to look at and the Scot would never even consider touching their polluted skin.

Soon enough Layla would enter the ring, immediately questioning the bluenette. " Oh this is my first time. I'm probably more experienced than you and your ten ton knockers...I'll tell you this cause I made the same mistake a few times, but coming to the ring after a trip into town without changing gear is never a good idea. especially not on your first Summer splash appearance " Zoey would say, lowering her confident response to a slight whisper as she gave her opponent advice, the bluenette acting as if she had spent much longer in the company than she actually had.

Zoey was then about to go back to waiting for the bell to ring, before her face quickly shot up with realisation as she thought of something. " Hey twin tails! I forgot to look you up beforehand, what's your name?" The bluenette would practically shout from across the ring, waiting for an answer and then wasting time with some fidgeting and glaring before she heard the bell get rung.

With that the bluenette would wait a moment, seeing if her opponent went right into things or if she took more of the slow approach like Zoey herself did. If Layla didn't burst right into the action as soon as the bell rang then the petty Scot would take the initiative, walking to the middle of the ring and holding her arms up in front of her to call for a test of strength.

Layla looked at her confused. That was like..the 4th person to make a comment about her chest, though that was definitely a new way shed had heard them described. She wasn't sure if the advice was sincere but she kept on smiling and laughing anyway. "Oh I always have something to change into on me! I couldn't imagine going anywhere without at least 5 pairs of clothes, cause you know, can you imagine being somewhere new and nothing to wear? That's lot of money buying cheap and sometimes ugly outfits just get anywhere." That sounded a bit more valley then she wanted it too but whatever got Zoey thinking she was A. A moron and B. Inexperienced worked at this point. Looking over at the odd masked girl Layla gave her a wave once Zoey walked back to her corner and then walked back herself.

"Hmm? Oh silly me! I'm Layla, my last name is Vale but no one really calls me that. Hehe, so yeah you can just Call me that eh." Asking innocently, just keeping act until the bell rang. Once it did Layla answered her challenge simple enough and locked up with her for a test of strength. Looking to overpower her in the early going.

As Zoey listened to her opponent's ramblings she couldn't really relate, personally she only really had a few outfits to match certain roles and even then they alternated, for example her volleyball uniform which also functioned as her casual clothing in the house and sometimes even wrestling attire. Although in Zoey's mind she could at least find some satisfaction in her opponent's unrelatable speech as it confirmed she was going to be someone who Zoey could likely irritate pretty easily due to how sincere her answer to Zoey's mocking question was.

Catching a quick glimpse of her opponent's name Zoey would flash her a smile as she waited for her opponent to approach, deciding to try and be as subtle as possibly with her intentions behind the lock up. As soon as Layla linked arms and started to put power behind her push Zoey would do the same, not expending all her strength but rather just enough that she would be pushed back at a slow pace rather than a quick one, breaking a sweet but not wincing or groaning from the effort. Even if Zoey was lacking in technique or speed, she was surprisingly strong for someone of her frame, rarely being overpowered unless someone had a series strength advantage over her, although even taking that into consideration it would be even more difficult for Zoey to apply the force needed to maintain her gradual retreat than it would be outright overpower an opponent.

If Zoey's plan worked then she would wait until she had been forcibly pushed back towards the corner before finally pushing with all her strength and tensing her legs to try and stay her ground, before then instead of pushing against her opponent instead pulling Layla into her with one arm and crouching as she wound her head back and then upwards and forwards, trying to land a nasty headbutt into her opponent's nose.

This was a tactic that Zoey normally used and by this point it was something the crowd expecting from her, but even the fans would let out a few chorus' of boos of the move succeeded, previously thinking that in a rare example of sportsmanship Zoey was going to start things fairly. If the attack connected the petty scout would let out a groan as she held her head for a moment, before her pained wince transitioned into a satisfied smirk as the crowds protests seemed to heal her.

" Here's another piece of advice. Learn to sense the difference between advice and shit talking you dumb boot " Zoey would say, smirking at her opponent and almost seeming as if she were going to burst into laughter at any moment from her opponent's painful but probably moreso irritating fate.

Locking up Layla tried to overpower Zoey to start things off. The Lumberjacks were still around the ring waiting for something to happen while she started to get control. Thankfully being the stronger of the two and slowly pushing her back was helping her as she started to get control of the situation before Zoey changed things up and headbutted her right on the nose.

"Auugh!" She screamed as she staggered back and held her nose her eyes tearing up from the hit to the nose as she staggered a bit before looking up at Zoey mocking her. "Ugh..so you were faking?" She muttered before standing up and trying to kick in retaliation.