Maria Tempesta vs Ragna Lemoine

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall or Submission
Standard Rules Apply

Ragna was rather excited uncharacteristically for her upcoming match tonight. She had been told that she would facing a luchadora type named Maria Tempesta, a skilled wrestler from the island of Cuba. The French woman had never fought a luchador of any kind and so this experience would be a perfect test to show how well she could really do out of her own natural element and any test of her own meddle was worthy to be a match of her caliber. It would also be a test of her new moves, those developed to further improve herself against opponents in the AFW.

Her music began to play and soon Ragna was walking out on to the stage for the first time without her mask in un years since she first began to wrestle. It had marked a new change, a new direction her career as for the first time she began to acknowledge the fans around her before sliding under the ropes into the ring. For a larger woman she was still decently agile and made sure to add that to the destructive power she would soon bring to her opponent. Now she waited.

"Come on out," she'd say to herself, "I'm ready for you."

A few seconds later, Ragna's opponent showed up.

Spoiler:

A heavy metal track[/url] growled over the music system as a new figure strode into the arena. A mixture of wary cheers and tentative boos were heard from the crowd as Maria Tempesta strode into the arena. Raising her hands to the crowd, she ran them through the air and gyrated her hips, teasing them with a little dance, before striding down the ring. 

Watching her soon to be opponent from afar, Maria Maria grabbed the bottom rope and pulled up on it, slowly rotating herself upside down so that she was briefly alluringly tangled in the ropes like a pole dancer, flashing her fans a wink. The crowd, naturally, ate it up. Flipping over, she dropped to the mat and stared at Ragna before stepping forward, looking her opponent up and down and smiling.

"My my, aren't you a big one," she purred as she moved up so that she was almost at eye level with the Frenchwoman. "It just means that I'll have a lot more of you to destroy in a few minutes, though." She put her hands on her hips as she grinned at Ragna. "Aww, I had heard you had a mask. Afraid of losing it to a real luchadora, chica?"

"Masks are for cowards, besides, wouldn't want ruin it taking care of lucha trash like you, now lets see what you got," she says getting down a bit low and  planting her feet down firmly on the mat and taking that of a typical collegiate wrestling stance. This whole match was going to be one of opposites as the grappler would take on a high flying aerial luchadora, making the match up a spectacle of parallel and opposites.

Ragna was going to have to change up her more ground tactics, in favor of what she could assume was going to be a more defensive game. She thought the same towards Maria, the two on somewhat equal footing.

Maria almost laughed, both at Ragna's bravado and at her classic wrestling stance. This was going to be fun. "With pleasure," she purred, mirroring the big Frenchwoman's stance as she waited for the bell. She was reminded more than a little of Andre the Giant now...and of how he had also been defeated by someone with a mask in The Princess Bride.

The bell rang, and Maria was moving like a bullet, rushing at Ragna and twisting her hip, faking a kick. At the last second, however, she would rotate her entire body, aiming to cartwheel behind Ragna before she could spin around and hopefully nail her with a surprise dropkick!

Ragna's more collegiate wrestling stance kept her lower to the ground, feet firmly planted towards her enemy as she got ready to fight. Though while firm in footing, a near perfect defensive readiness, but her overall reaction and speed was slower than Maria so once she was juked, she was completely defenseless as she was drop kicked from behind.

"Grahhaa!" she would cry out as she stumbled forward, having been trying to lunge forward to crush the Hispanic woman, falling to her hands and knees.

Her larger opponent was now on her hands and knees, giving Maria an opening that she needed. Grinning, the ran to the ropes and bounced off of them, running back towards Ragna on the rebound. The moment she came bouncing back, she would leap forward, diving into a backflip, before bringing her leg down on Ragna's skull for one of her signature moves, La Bota del Diablo!

It was still early in the match, but Maria really wanted to take the lead in this bout. The sooner she did so, she knew, the more she would be able to nullify the advantage of her opponent's sheer size.

Ragna had only gotten to her hands and knees after stumbling to feel the sudden and painful strike of a boot to the back of her head. The hit sent her down , landing flat with her rear sticking up before falling to her side, clutching her sore and wounded head. Disoriented and grounded she would be rather easy pickings for the moment for an attack on her person by the luchadora, all she would have to do is act upon that and it may be lights out for Ragna for good in this match.

Maria watched in satisfaction as her boot slammed into her opponent's skull, sending Ragna sprawling over in a daze. So far, so good: her larger, slower opponent was on the defensive, and now all she had to do was maintain the pressure, keep hammering her, and not allow her any opportuniities to strike back.

Stalking over to Ragna as she rolled away, Maria would stomp down hard on the Frenchwoman's back, before grabbing a hold of her leg, trying to lift it off the mat before slamming it down again, knee-first, trying to send a jolt of pain up her opponents leg.

Ragna was face down on the mat, dazed from the strike right into her skull. Fortunately for her as her mother put it, she was thick skulled enough that she could take such a nasty blow so early, though Maria would have to let up a little bit for Ragna to get back up on her feet, something she wasn't allowing her to do too soon as a jolt through her leg and up her spine made her cry out as she rolled away towards the corner, gripping her knee in pain as she tried to use the ropes and post to stand back up. She wasn't going let this luchadora just walk all over her after all.

The referee was getting agitated at this point, and warned Maria to back off. Annoyed at the ref girl's interference, Maria roughly shoved her out of the way and stormed after Ragna tried to pull herself back up. "Where the hell do you think you're going, chica?" she sneered as she walked up to Ragna and tried to grab a handful of her hair. Unless she was interrupted, then Maria would try to ram Ragna face-first into the turnbuckle, hoping to leave her nice and stunned!

The crowd, of course, bood her, but Maria was fine with that. She basked in their hatred, and enjoyed all the anger being thrown her way. She didn't have half as much fun, after all, as she did when she was upsetting the crowd.