Daisy makes the Little Boy Blue Thunder Cry(for KillerV)

Daisy Cry made her way down to ringside ready to crush another pathetic, scrawny weakling. The crowd booed her loudly but she merely rolled her eyes imperceptibly and continued down to the ring. One hand reached out to slap her on the back ost most fans did to passing wrestlers but she coldly shrugged it off.

She stepped up to the ring, stepped over the top rope and paced around impatiently as if waiting for her opponent to show up.

Blue Thunder Mask aka BTM making his appearance after the music plays, his second match in the league which he was excited even tho he lost before but he'll try his best to see who hes facing against, waving to the crowd as the young boy making his way to the ring and climbing himself up in and could see his opponent, really tall woman and look really intimating for sure which he's a bit worry about it but still gonna try.

"Okay, be cool, dont get nervous now" Thinking to himself as he swallowed hard before slowly walking up to her, pulling on a smile and reaching out his right hand to offer an handshake. "H-Hi there, Im BTM, Blue Thunder Mask. N-Nice to meet you!"

Daisy had raised a skeptical eyebrow as she saw this...boy...make his way down to the ring. He continued to eye him stonily as he stepped in and then made his way up to her and offer his hand. She could almost easily tell he was trying to hide his nervousness behind a mask of friendship.

She sniffed.

"What's that smell? Must be the crap forming in your speedo..."

She went to roughly slap his hand away and then walk to her corner.

BTM was trying to be nice as he's wearing his blue mask, matching color for his speedo, chaps and gloves and when he wanted to offer his handshakes, she insulted him with words and slapping his hand away, he frowned from it and clearly shows that shes not a nice person at all, have a feeling this match not gonna go easy on him at all.

Once they 'greet' in a way, both moving back to their corners to prepare for a match, then bell ring and he moves out to come and face her, both of his hands up and carefully watching her movements, taking a breather before trying to move in wanting for a lock up. "C-come on!"

Daisy was bemused that this little kid wanted to lock up with him. Even though she confident that her strenght was probably greater than his, she was always more a striker than grappler. She would move forward as if to oblige him but she intended to grab at the back of his head and if she managed to get a grip would try to pull his head down and aim a big knee bash to his face.

BTM wanted to lock up with her and see how strong she really is, just when they were about to come in contact which they did but Daisy wanted to reach out the back of his head to quickly pulled down and smack right her knee with his face. "Gahhh!"

His head snaps back unless her hands still holding onto it, reaching up for his face to cover it in pain, just caught him in surprise that nearly tears coming out from his eyes, while his hands covering his face, he tries to pushes down his feet to the mat and hopefully getting his head and body ramming into her if he could. "Mmmm!"

It was while BTM had reared his head back and cried out that Daisy would attempt to nail him with a strong standing clothesline.

BTM head was still held onto by Daisy's hands and didnt let him fall onto the mat other then smacking him down pretty hard with her strong clothesline. "Gahhh!" Which this time his head snaps back and dropping down onto the mat with a big thud, his head bounces off the mat and reaching up to hold the back of his head with one hand and other for his face, he roll side by side taking such a heavy blunt clothesline, this isnt going well for him at all and he need to turn this match around although he usually never succeed on doing so. "A-ahhh....."

DAisy put hands on hips and gazed down upon this little upstart, shaking her head in disgust. She would then go to stomp down at his body a few times.

BTM took a pretty nasty clothesline which causing him to go down in dazed, soon his opponent stomping down on him few times to soften him up for whatever it may come. "gahh!"