Isa Armstrong vs. Lexy Kitt - She's Got Legs

Standard Match

Oh, what Lexy Kitt did for her adoring fans.

She knew she would have looked like the dictionary image of perfection if she threw on a bikini and didn't bother with an ounce of makeup, and many women in the company were perfectly content to do so. That was their choice. But Lexy knew what that extra mile could mean when it came to...profit.

Despite her pleasure with herself, she attended to every inch of her figure and all that adorned it with the attention of a criminal trying to hide evidence. She checked her red lipstick in her dressing room mirror for a flawless line over and below her full lips, twirled her finger through a tousled black wave of hair that wasn't quite wavy enough, pushed at her top to make sure her spilling cleavage appeared perfectly presentable, twisted and turned her legs to ensure there were no rumples in her fishnets, and finally, gave herself the brightest, glistening white grin in the mirror, continuing to admire and adjust a full minute and a half after one of the stagehands summoned her.

When he came back, she had to resist giving him a nasty look. Instead, she smiled sweetly and crooned. "Yes, coming." When he left, she rolled her eyes and twisted, turned, and posed one more time for herself.

When she decided she would probably be jealous of how she looked if she was watching the match, Lexy clicked her tongue and strutted out of the dressing room, already showing off as she walked among the little people doing the "work" backstage, nearly bumping them with her hips, and strode past them to wait a moment behind the curtains, eager - so eager - to be worshipped again. And who could resist?

To the cues of her music, Lexy took her time in stepping from end to end of the stage, providing an ample sway of her hips and the overly flirtatious gestures common to her former career as she wiggled her chest, traced her thigh, and generally drew attention to all her best assets. Hearing the crowd loving it so very much only brightened her smile, and Lexy, in full performance, strutted slowly down the ramp towards the ring, winking at all she passed. The rehearsed display continued with her sliding up onto the mat and posing her legs before she rolled beneath the ropes and inside of the ring proper. The posing continued in the ring, Lexy ignorant of the fact that her music had been cut, until the limelight finally left her.

Though irked at the suddenness with which the attention was drawn away and hiding her scowl in the dim light, the raven-haired wrestler nonetheless appeased herself by continuing to hold the attention of the front row, tipping her hat to them and blowing generous kisses, her ass squarely towards her coming opponent, who clearly deserved no better attention...whoever she was and whatever she looked like.

Spoiler:

Backstage, Isa Armstrong was in a considerably better mood going into this match than her first, a fact that made it considerably easier for her to be as excited as she’d hoped she’d be. Standing just inside the curtain, she nodded her head in tune to her opponent’s music, listening to the muted sound of the crowd as she waited her turn.

Just a standard match, just another curtain-opener against someone probably as green as she was. But still! Improvement!

And there was her cue as the first descending chords of her theme burst out over the audience. Stepping out through the curtains, Isa spun once to take up a pose at centre stage. A wide grin settled on her face as she nodded along to the intro, tapping one foot as she rocked her hips from side to side, and…

Dipped into a crouch and slid back slowly to standing as she waited for the vocals to kick in…

Now!

Having given the matter a little thought, she’d scrounged up a sarong style skirt since her first match – nothing much, just enough to give her entrance a bit of flair but light enough not to get in her way. And it seemed to work perfectly as she danced her way down the ramp, slapping every hand she could and blowing kisses to those she missed.

This time, she spiced her routine up a little too, choosing to add a handless cartwheel that earned her a big pop from the fans as she passed. So she did another for the sheer joy of it, almost laughing.

This was what it was all about.

Reaching the base of the ring, she caught the first ring post and spun up to a crouch on the apron. She rose, running her hands up her sides in a motion that hid her undoing the knot that held the sarong in place. Then, as it fell slowly to the floor, she used the top rope to spring over and into the ring, landing like a cat in a full on three-point landing.

For a moment more, Isa bobbed her head along to the tune as it wound down before rising to her feet with a lithesome hipshot grace, one arm spread wide, the other raised high over her head.

Her opponent, Lexy Kitt, wasn’t paying her any attention but Isa couldn’t fault her for that. She’d done the same to Devine after all. Don’t let them see you sweat her dad had always said, and she’d done her best to take that to heart.

It did give her a chance to look over her opponent and Lexy was certainly a specimen to behold. She’d got a couple of inches over Isa herself, all looking to be in the legs, and was lavishly curvaceous to boot – a body similar to Isa’s own, writ a few inches and a handful of pounds bigger.

”Hey there!” Staying firmly on her side of the ring, Isa gave Lexy a moment to see if she’d turn before she continued either way. ”Nice entrance. Love the fishnets too. Think you’re ready to go – then we can give the fans a proper show!”

As she spoke, she leaned up against the turnbuckle, bracing one foot high on the top rope in what was almost a standing splits, waiting for Lexy’s reaction.

Continuing to avoid providing any attention to the woman fortunate enough to enjoy a time in the ring with her this evening, Lexy made the best of flirting with the crowd before her, draping her chest over the top rope and bouncing there for several seconds while her slyly-lidded eyes watched those in the crowd to make sure they didn't slip past her immaculate figure to look at this undoubtedly less-interesting Isabel. Annoyance stabbed at her when a few did seem keen to peep around the goddess in front of them to see the woman walking down the ramp, but Lexy forced herself not to scowl at them. They were clearly just idiots anyway. Why should she bother trying to gain their fanfare? Her fans were people of intelligence, taste, and class only-

Her showboating paused a moment, her figure bristling like a threatened cat's, when she heard an appreciative scream rise up for whatever went on behind her - not once, but twice.

She had to call upon her best act of false patience to do nothing more than run her tongue across her teeth and finally deign the briefest glance over her shoulder at her opponent... just in time to see her land in the ring from a leap over the top rope. Long, flowing dark curls. Tanned skin. Luscious curves. Again, Lexy strained to hold an increasingly distant smile against the oncoming scowl and quickly swerved back to attending to the audience to ensure she alone garnered their intrigue. However this- annoyingly beautiful woman showboated, she was not the showwoman here, and Lexy straightened to her full height, stretching her long legs and presenting herself a towering model for adoration. Her hand slipped into the edge of her jacket... and stopped as an obnoxiously chipper greeting came from behind her.

Lexy, red lips still curved in a now-pained smile, swallowed her irritation and slowly turned to Isa with a forced, but gleaming, grin.

Fortunately, Isa kept her distance for the time being - perfectly fine before Lexy worked her way into an intimate enough position to crush the woman between her creamy, powerful thighs - and gave Lexy a chance to so-subtly analyze her... figure. When analysis began to shift to a comparison, when Lexy's blue eyes settled over Isa's legs... and chest... and hips- she put an immediate stop to it, but pocketed her... irritation for later. It would be a fine motivation when she was starting to crush Isa beneath her.

All the while, she maintained her perfect pageant gleam. Her cheer, Lexy cared nothing for, but her compliments, the former singer could accept. "They do wrap around these beauties just perfectly, don't they?", Lexy agreed, slapping an open palm down against her thick thigh. The rest of it, she didn't care to address... but to keep up appearances. "Oh, am I ready. This should be a fantastic match for both of us." But of course, it wouldn't be. Lexy would be having a fine time showboating while Isa squealed in showy misery from between her legs, though. "M-"

Having become rather enraptured by her own thoughts, Lexy allowed her eyes to flutter shut. When they opened, she... stared, intently, at the leggy display that Isa made against the turnbuckle, a faint curl of her lip forming not at the act of athleticism, but at how the nearby crowd reacted.

Only a great deal of practiced composure contained Lexy's desire to launch forward and prove herself the star by dominating the woman before the bell even rang. Nonetheless, she felt challenged, whether there was any basis to the feeling or not - and Lexy demanded the attention back on her figure.

Prancing quickly to the nearby ropes with exaggerated, sultry steps, one foot in front of the other, Lexy stopped there and gave the crowd ample time to ogle her as her hands trailed down from her cheeks, to her neck, to the collar of her jacket, which she slowly removed to reveal her strong arms, narrow waist, and clearly of most importance, the chest she was most proud of, in a display as practiced as an outright striptease. The jacket, and her hat, was deposited into the crowd.

”They really do,” Isa agreed cheerfully when Lexy’s comments fell silent, never one to let a gap in the conversation go to waste, ”I mean, I think mine look just as good in thigh-highs…”

She illustrated her point by running her hands down her thigh mid-stretch.

”This ought to be good…”

It was at that point that she put down her leg, turned around and got to see what Lexy had been doing that had the fans roaring their approval.

She was… Wow.

Taking in the woman she’d be fighting, Isa had to admit that Friction management had set her a pretty tall order to take on. One glance over Lexy Kitt made it very clear that the other woman had at least a couple of inches on Isa herself and a few (very well distributed) pounds to boot. And her outfit made it very clear that, while Lexy was as curvy as Isa herself, she was in no way flabby either.

Statuesque, sure. Powerful, certainly. Flabby? Oh no.

She was making sure the fans knew it too and Isa couldn’t help but take up the unspoken challenge.

There was another side to the ring, after all. The fans there had to be feeling left out, y’know.

Strutting over with a sway of her wide hips that had plenty of male eyes firmly locked on her, Isa grabbed a hold of the top rope and leant back, a toss of her head sending her hair cascading down her spine. The raven-haired dancer kept on leaning back, back, back until she could hook her top leg over the cable instead. Releasing her hand’s grip, she ran it over her own thick thigh from knee to hip.

Then she pushed up, standing easily on the top and middle ropes now, and leant forward to blow a round of kisses to everyone in the front row.

That netted her a round of cheers and suggestions which Isa dismissed with a wink, rolling back to her hands and then to her feet, sweeping her hands up her sides on her way to a proper dismount stance.

Waving on the cheers for a moment, Isa basked in the fans’ delight before turning back to her opponent to see how Lexy would respond. To her mind, this was just a friendly competition and it never crossed her mind that the other woman would see it any other way.

Lexy cursed every instinct in her that dared to ogle Isa's hand tracing up her own thigh. She cursed and forced them to enjoy nothing but her own figure as it worked the crowd into a frenzy, the ex-stripper glancing down at her own figure as it emerged from the minimal confines of her finely-tailored jacket, a reminder that the cleavage and toned stomach and sculpted arms and full waist and long legs... were the best in the room, by far. Determined to emphasize that fact, once her extras were thrown to the crowd, the raven-haired stunner sensually sighed and, under the guise of a check of her attire, took her time in running her hands from a gentle adjustment of her bodice around her breasts, down to gently pull at the string barely keeping her bottoms in place, down to her fishnets where her fingers were very keen to find every inch of her legs down to her feet as she bent over, giving the crowd in front and behind a healthy view of her. By their hollering, Lexy could tell that she had won them back-

But just to be sure, and to reinforce how clear it was that the other woman should be forgotten, Lexy continued, hooking a heel over the top rope under the guise of pulling on the toes of each sleek black boot she wore, despite the fact that they were already entirely comfortable.

After spending entirely too long in this "preparation," Lexy finally turned to settle hands on her hips, in anticipation of starting the match while everyone was in a frenzy... but stopped in place, her sultry, lip-parted smile nearly becoming a fanged scowl when she turned to see Isa flipping from the ropes, with an entire section - and half of the one that had been behind Lexy - all with eyes on her athletic, lithe display.

What sort... of bimbo showboating... had she been doing that whole time? Lexy's well-manicured hands formed fists briefly in a hatred fueled by threat... and a despicable voice whispering that the woman was even more athletic than Lexy herself - that Lexy would have fallen off of the ropes. That voice she cut out, because certainly she could. But as for the audacity of this little twerp - I am going to stuff that pretty face where the sun doesn't shine...

The fists and the barely-avoided scowl disappeared when Isa turned to regard her, and Lexy swallowed her desire to tackle Isa to the ground and get started working that annoyingly curvy body into powder. She smirked, more in a completely false display of acknowledgement than in challenge to keep up her act, and turned away, just as the ref began to slip her way under the ropes. As Lexy stepped by her, twisting her hips as far as they would twist, her quiet words came with a bite. "Get this damned match started now." Not acknowledging the woman's blinking, confused response, Lexy continued with smiles towards the ropes - where she debated on trying to tangle herself up in them and then flip her way out before she, a shoulder twitching in rage, settled on sitting on the middle rope with her ass jutted towards the crowd.

Seeing the smirk and completely misinterpreting it, Isa ducked in a slight curtsy of acknowledgement – looked like they might just get this match off to a good start and hey it was nice that Lexy was so happy to play the game properly.

They’d got the crowd properly warmed up and that was – in her opinion – an excellent omen for the bout to follow. It was fun and Isa badly wanted to try and get at least some of the fans behind her. Ideally, she’d be doing that for her skills and not just her sex appeal but, hey, early days.

Well, part of Isa would have been happy to keep on going, seeing which of them could get the crowd to cheer loudest, but they were there for a fight.

Oh. Oops. She forgot to offer a handshake. Isa glanced over but Lexy was already on her way to the ropes in preparation for the match getting going, leaving her no opportunity. She’d missed it in her first match but that had been special circumstances so… Well, she hadn’t even realised until later.

This time, it irked her but she didn’t think it was done to hustle across the mat to force one on her opponent. Hopefully it wouldn’t come back to bite her. Well, nothing to be done about it now. She’d just have to be sure to offer one later, after the match was done.

… After she’d won, she reminded herself. Not to be arrogant, but her dad had drilled into her the idea that she had to honestly believe that she would win every time she stepped out onto the mats. The second she started admitting she might lose (unless she was on the wrong side of a massive squash job) she was creating the possibility that she would lose.

She was going to win. No offence to Lexy, but Isa was taking home the win tonight and that was that.

Nodding to the ref politely with a smile, Isa backed into her corner where she finished stretching, shaking out her legs and making sure her arms were nice and flexible. There, she waited patiently until the bell rang before heading out into centre-ring, ducked in a slight crouch and hands kept low as she waited.

Waited to see what Lexy would do, waited because she was more than happy to let the bigger woman make the first move. Unless she’d completely read things wrong here, she needed to get Lexy to start burning some energy, running herself down so that Isa could get her on the mat and keep her there.

The complete picture of pleasant, charming composure, Lexy fumed more than she could remember fuming since setting foot in AFW headquarters. Nevermind that Isa would have been enough of a subject of her ire, for coming out here and acting as if she would merely upstage Lexy with her ludicrous antics and cheap sex appeal - which wasn't all that appealing. Lexy clearly had the superior form in every sense.

But for the crowd to praise her for it merely because she was new while they had the one who had already given them her considerable everything over the past few weeks when she didn't have to because they were below her?

Lexy stifled a coming desire to rush in and kick Isa in the jaw to show them what was what before the bell rang by merely crossing the other leg and gripping the ropes a bit tighter, imagining it was not only Isa's neck, but that of everyone in the crowd who so despicably betrayed her efforts. As blockheaded as the patrons in all of Lexy's past venues. At the bell's ring, she battled again with simply darting in. Crushing Isa. Breaking a rib in the process, if she needed to.

But Lexy knew the value of other methods. Knew the traps she could spring on these nitwits when they thought she was just a beautiful, strutting songbird who couldn't clamp her thighs around their head and make veins form abstract art in their temples.

So Lexy merely glanced once at the reading Isa, licked her lips, flashed a knowing look to the crowd, and stood to carefully, sloooowly strut around towards the annoyance's right, with a disregard for danger that was meant to lure.

And who knew? Maybe Isa wouldn't be able to resist her in any sense. She did present an enticing figure for tangling.

Well, this could be an issue. And it wasn’t just the fact that Lexy looked…

A little peeved, though Isa was willing to admit she might be imagining that. It was just something in her demeanour, the way she’d sat on the ropes, the tight grip she’d had on them.

Isa’s whole strategy heading into a match was defensive, almost invariably so. Well, perhaps defensive wasn’t exactly the right way of putting it but she liked to react, to let her opponent make their moves and then take advantage. Turn things to her advantage, get her legs around Lexy, keep her down and squeeze her or stretch her ‘til she tapped.

That in fact went double for someone like Lexy, given the decided size advantage she held over Isa.

And most wrestlers she’d met so far were heavy on the aggression, given half a chance they’d be all over her (like Devine). So this was not quite what she was used to. Oh well.

Aware too that the fans wouldn’t be at all happy if they had to wait, Isa chose to mimic Lexy’s motion, circling around to the right as she thought with a dancer’s hipshot grace that kept plenty of eyes on her.

Did she want to attack instead?

Nah. No, Isa had something else in mind. It wasn’t the nicest plan of all time but still.

”Say, Lexy?” She offered in a deadly-sweet tone with one eyebrow raised, still circling, placing each foot with careful intent, ”You here to fight or just strike cheap poses?”

If she couldn’t taunt her into making the first move, Isa would have to do it herself but… Well, she had to try at least.

”Or are you scared my legs beat yours?” As she spoke, Isa mimicked the other woman’s gesture from earlier, stroking a hand down the curve of her hip to her thick thigh before slapping it to a roar of approval from the fans.