Isabella Snow vs Angela Guillot [Kendo Stick Match]

Kendo Stick Match
Rules: Win via pinfall, submission, or KO
Special: Kendo sticks are spread all over the floor outside the ring and are legal to use.

Another night meant another match, or at least thats how it should have been to Isabella but it seemed like her name had been forgotten about in the reshuffle caused by the new management so new matches had been far and few in between. It was rather difficult to fight one's way up to the hardcore or mainline title when one wasn't getting booked in matches after all, though that was only part of the reason. More pressing on her mind lately was the lack of opportunities to work through some of her frustrations with her day to day life inside the ring, nothing relaxed her more than a good fight with someone she could feel good about leaving out cold on the mat, and with everything going on in her personal life she just needed a chance to work out her aggression. Thus she was more than psyched to step into the ring that night, so much so she decided to forgo her usual outfit and slipped into something new.

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Once dressed she made her way down to the entrance Isabella stopped at the curtain, tapping her foot in impatience until she was finally given the go ahead to make her entrance. "Bout time." She muttered just as outside in the arena her theme song began to play, the various screens all over the arena appearing as if they were freezing over, and once her music hits its stride Isabella strode on out with a swagger that was all her own, arms outstretched as she stretched on the way down to the ring. She glanced down at the multitude of kendo sticks that littered the floor around the ring, picking one up and giving it a test swing against the corner post. The sound of wood smacking against metal was more satisfying than she had expected, it made her want to hear what it sounded like when it struck her opponent all the more. A jump later and she was stepping through the ropes, clearly eager to get to the action as she ran from ropes to ropes to further limber up.

Angela was still tightening the tape around her fists as she heard her opponent for the nights music start to play out over the speakers. The Nightmare wasn't someone who spent a lot of time reading up on her opponent or anything, she'd only picked up on the chatter that went on when she made her way towards the locker room. From what she could gather this Isabella was someone who hadn't gotten into the squared circle for a while. Which made it a more than juicy target, like a dry aged steak, tender and soft.

The Nightmare didn't so much care if her opponent was a challenge or not, she was mostly taking out her aggression in the ring and sought only to crush whatever stood in her way. Once she was finished wrapping up her fists there was a knock on the door and she was called out. Stepping out of the locker room and heading down to the Gorilla position, Angela would roll her shoulders a bit and crank her neck.

Born ready by Fade started to play out of the speakers as Angela Guillot would made her debut! Stepping out onto the ramp for the first time in the Friction arena.

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She would make her way down the ramp as she saw her opponent run from rope to rope to get her blood pumping, clicking her tongue a bit as she would walk towards the ring, eyeing the kendo sticks laying all around the ring. She would reach down and pick one up, twirling it a bit in her hand before she'd slip in under the bottom ropes and get up into the ring, leaning the kendo stick over her shoulder as she'd stare Isabella down and walk up towards the center of the ring.

Isabella paid her opponent no mind at all as the woman's music began to play, ignoring her arrival completely as she focused instead on her back and forth between the ropes. It took this Angela climbing up into the ring for Isabella to cast a sideways glance at the woman and even then she threw herself into the ropes one last time after her entrance, hooking her arms underneath the top rope to bring herself to a sudden stop. There was a small uproar from the crowd as the cameramen chose that time to zoom in on Isabella's full chest, mounds pressing up against the boob window of her leather outfit but much to the disappointment of many the leather kept them from escaping. She turned her head to cast a dagger filled glare at the offending cameraman and sure enough the shot on the jumbotron shifted to a wide angle shot of them both.

Rolling her eyes as she turned back to face this new blood, Isabella looking her up and down as she stepped away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring. "Another new body tossed my way I see, I doubt any could blame me for thinking management views me as a meat grinder for you new girls." The tone of her voice made it clear this was not a new thought for her, nor was it one that brought her any sort of joy.

"Whatever." Isabella added with a heavy sigh as she threw up her hands, palms facing upward and her shoulders shrugging as she decided to just go with it. For now. "They threw me a decent looking one at least, whats your name again?" The American asked after crossing her arms over her chest in an X pattern, one hand turned to point at Angela. If she was intimidated by the kendo stick in the woman's hand she certainly didn't show it.

Angela stepped up into the squared circle with that kendo stick draped over her shoulder as she walked up to the center of the ring. Watching the white haired wrestler start to walk towards her. The Nightmare would keep her eyes fixed upon Isabella as they had a little stare down while Isabella started to talk trash.

Shrugging her shoulder's a bit at those words before Isabella added a dismissive not to it and then sighed out. Angela would roll her eyes a bit. " Angela." The French wrestler would speak out coldly as she'd tap the kendo stick against her shoulder. Deciding to then raise the kendo stick up into the air quite high, before she'd toss it towards the referee.  

She'd fumble with the shinai as she caught it, before she'd look at the two women and then move to drop the kendo stick down outside. Angela would shrug her shoulders as she she'd raise her arms up. " Try not to break too quickly, Ms Meat Grinder. I'm quite a tough piece of meat." Angela said in a cold manner as she'd shoot a gaze of pure hatred and disdain for the woman before her, a woman she'd never met. Though that was par for the course with Angela Guillot. She'd offer a lock up to the Northern Queen.

"Angela." The true Northern Queen smiled and twsted her hand back around to now point at her own chest. "Isabella. Now that the introductions are out of the way, I think we can have some fun. So long as you don't break that is." Isabella's default attitude was rough around the edges to say the least, but one could never fault her for lacking confidence in herself. And why shouldn't she be? Even amongst some of the toughest power houses the AFW had to offer Isabella had proven herself more than capable of leaving them laid out at her feet, even if Angela proved tougher than most rookies she was still in for a thorough beating.

Her eyes followed the kendo stick as it rose into the air, perfectly willing to stand her ground should Angela decide to take an early swing. But the woman thought better of it and tossed it to the ref who tossed it outside the ring, though Isabella couldn't help but wonder if that was a sign of confidence or arrogance. Guess she was just going to have to find out the hard way, aka the fun way. "I'd hope so, otherwise this will be over before I work up a sweat!" Isabella laughed out as she threw herself at Angela, the ring floor trembling beneath their feet as they grappled for control of the starting moments of the match. Isabella grinned as she yanked and shoved Angela to test how good her footing was, wanting nothing more than to get her off balance for a quick throw back towards the ropes.

Rolling her shoulders a bit after she tossed the kendo stick to the referee, she'd watch Isabella act as cockily as she had been since the French woman had laid her eyes on her. She would watch as Isabella raised her arms up and got ready, next thing the white haired woman threw herself at her, locking up with the Nightmare as Angela braced her feet and stood firm against Isabella.

As the American pushed against her, the European would try and stifle her efforts with a solid footing and base, their generous busts mashing together as Angela's yellow eyes would glare into those blue eyes of Isabella. All before she'd aim to raise her knee up and smash it into the gut of Isabella! Looking to leave her doubled over and bereft of air for the moment. Should it work, Angela would try and quickly follow her hit up by grabbing that head and looking to pull her down, aiming to spike Isabella's head into the canvas with an early DDT.

Her purple gaze flickered downwards for an instant as their ample busts clashed in a struggle for the increasingly limited space between their bodies, her grin widening even further while a chuckle escaped her lips. "Didn't peg you for the lustful type, this isn't that kind of match Angela." She leaned her head in closer, smirking back at the woman as the two of them shoved one another back and forth, neither gaining any ground on the other though not for lack of trying. Isabella was almost impressed that Angela was keeping pace with her but any possible words of praise went right out the window once that knee slammed up into her stomach.

"Ohhh fuck right off..." Spoken through tightly clenched teeth after an audible grunt, Isabella leaned over but didn't quite double over like Angela seemed to desire. Her fingers loosened for just a moment but once it passed they dug in deep, Isaella securing her hold on her fellow white haired fighter before her smirk returned, and along with it her own knee rising up swiftly for her own strike to Angela's midsection.

The two women's impressive as heck busts were mashing and mushrooming up against one another as they seemed to be locked in a stalemate. The platinum blonde woman continued to push against Isabella as the Northern Queen held her ground and then tried to tease her, which Angela answered with a harsh knee right up into the midsection of Isabella!

Getting her to grunt out and hunch forward a bit, Angela would smirk...but Isabella responded in kind and nailed Angela with a knee of her own! Smacking it into the midsection of the French Nightmare, releasing an audible grunt...Angela would hunch forward a bit against Isabella, her own grip on the woman loosening a bit.

"Fuck you...." she'd respond as she'd then try and throw her knee right up into Isabella's midsection again, and then another and another, trying to nail Isabella with a trio of knee strikes to her breadbasket.

Oh she had gotten her pretty good with that knee to the gut, but good wasn't enough for Isabella whose mind had already begun thinking of ways to better inflict harm on the newbie. For if she wanted to get rough with her then Isabella was going to give her everything she wanted and more. "Very creative." She spoke through gritted teeth as Angela's knee once again found itself buried in her midsection, Isabella grunting as her abdominal muscles tensed up to steel themselves against the two to follow, pulling back for the following pair of strikes to lessen their impact a bit. She replied immediately, no words or waiting before she tightened her hold on Angela and went to lift her several feet off the ground.

She had no intention of holding her aloft however, this burst of power from Isabella would make her stomach ache after those knees but she would follow through, taking a single step forward being yanking her down for a hard drop onto the ring floor!

Angela nailed Isabella over and over in the breadbasket with knee strike after knee strike, nailing that well trained midsection with strong hits as she sought to break down the defenses of the so-called Northern Queen. Hammering away up until the point where Isabella decided to tighten her hold around the French wrestler!

Raising an eyebrow as she was raised up into the air! She would then be throw down onto the canvas, " Gah!" Angela let out as she was thrown onto the ring mat and her body bounced a bit. She would roll away from Isabella a bit and then try and force her way up towards her hands and knees, growling out a bit in anger at her assault being stopped.