Volterra vs Bree Tassilotte

Bree coming out from her looker room for her first match that isnt gonna make it easier on her since she cant do anything 'dirty' as in no kicking crotch or do anything DQ like, its sad but what Bree gonna do? She'll beat whoever this girl might be. "Nya!"

She psyche herself up as she runs out on stage with her music playing, confetti mixing of black, purple and red in the air which nearly matching her outfit, very revealing of her black boots, purple and red stripe stockings, black panties with red cat paw on the front, top with long gloves on, she purrs at the crowd before rushing down the ramp and sliding into the ring, her legs and arms spread out looking with a cut smile, pushing herself up and moving on over to the corner and climbing up to waves at the crowd even though she doesnt care for them, only for herself for now. **Nya, you people sucks, only like my body I see, mew!*

Volterra sits in her locker room tightening her gloves and feet wraps for the upcoming match up against her next opponent. She stands up and takes a moment to stretch out, loosening her muscles to fully embrace the free movement of pro wrestling without cramping up. Soon she is finished, turning around and exiting her locker room. She wears a rather confident grin upon her face, the rules of the match are that of a standard type, so much control and yet so much freedom. ‘This will be a good match†she thinks to herself, stepping to the entrance of the ramp.

Her theme begins to play and she walks down the ramp, acknowledging the cameras, the crowds with and that scantily clad figure way ahead of her. Volterra is wearing her rash guard, fight shorts with compression shorts underneath; on her hands she has light fight gloves and feet wraps on her… feet. She makes her way to the ring, hoping to the mat and pulling the top rope before vaulting herself over. What an imposing figure she is, a dark skinned girl with short black hair. She stands 5â€8” with 145 lbs of muscle; she has notable bulk and definition for a woman especially, but she carries a calm expression. Not beautiful, nor ugly.

She brings one hand under her chin, Bree's attire reminded her of her last opponent, surely she has the same self-worth and defiance "This is going to be a good match." Repeats Volterra, out loud.

Bree looking out on stage to see what she looks like, once her opening start playing, she can see that her opponent pretty well fit and strong, but maybe not fast enough to deal with the sexy, flexible, speedy of Bree Tassilotte. **Hehe, you wont beat me** She thought.

Once she enters the ring, Bree wanted to go up close to her without a fear in the world, grinning that shes pretty tall but it wont bother the feline for sure, hands on her hips as she stares down at her while hearing her words. "Good huh? I think it'll be great.... once I kick YOUR ass!" Bursting out confidently, she kept looking on until waiting for the referee to ring the bell and start the match.

Once everything is all set, she get into her stances- hands out a bit with her toes hopping off the mat making her breasts jiggles n some, she want to test her opponent out with a quick lunge of her right fist aiming for the chest above the breast before jumping back as she can.

Volterra stands there with her arms crossed as Bree approaches her, very peculiar looking eyes for what she thought was human. She registers her taunt and immediately takes a single step towards the center of the ring in a semi-crouched southpaw fighting stance, “That can be arranged” she responds. Watching the cat-girl carefully.

The bell rings and the match begins, she sees her opponent enter a fighting stance of her own. Her hands are out and she's getting to her toes, almost like she's pouncing. She leaps towards Volterra, who quickly registers the telegraphed attack by moving both legs shoulder length apart to which she then lowers her hips closer to the ground, bending her torso forward to protect her head.

She then steps back with her right foot, transitioning by turning towards her with a running start. She leaps in Bree's direction with a flying back kick!

Bree start out her first strike before her opponent, Volterra, would do whatever she could of done. "Meow!" The feline lunges herself right at her hoping to get a first hit to see how tough her skin and body could be, but that girl was prepared and able to avoid getting hurt which Bree jumped back to get some distance. "Tch, nya!"

Thats where Volterra comes right after her in quick speed, not expecting so as she went to kick right at Bree out of nowhere but she was able to bring her arms up blocking the kick, but the force was great stumbling the catgirl backward into the ropes. "Ughhhh." Her back bounces against the ropes and stumbling back towards to her opponent, she shook her arms quickly and hoping to tighten her right fist then aiming to swing a right hook right at her pretty cheek.

Volterraâ€s counter attack is too abrupt for even an agile figure like Bree to dodge, forcing the girl to endure the heavy impact. The dark skinned woman then lands, glancing at her stumbling opponent. She responds by rushing towards the catgirl. She stops with her right foot leading, feigning a left straight into a fierce right hook against her opponent's cheek.

All the while she is oblivious of the catgirl's punch colliding against her own cheek, she cringes, but her attack does not halt. She in fact, attempts to
follow up with a left knee strike against the girl's stomach. A trade off is a trade off, probably not wise to do this too often.

Bree lunges into her opponent with a right hook smacking her across the face, a good solid hit but it wasnt enough to back off off, but instead she counter with her own knee smacking right up to her stomach. "OUFF--- nya...."

She double over from the blow and not able to back off since the ropes is behind her, her only choice now is while covering her stomach with her left arm, using the same right fist to fire out aiming for Volterra's stomach, not just once but hoping for three shots in a row to slow her down a little bit, giving Bree a chance to catch her breath. "YOU!.... MEOW!.... SUCK!"

The right hook wasnâ€t good enough, but the knee strike however, did the trick. Her opponent was now vulnerable. Volterra would then lunge forward with her hands aimed in Breeâ€s direction, attempting a grab now that she has successfully closed the distance between the both of them. She leans over her, attempting to wrap her arms around the girlâ€s waist for a power bomb.

Instead she is met with two sudden punches to her stomach, catching her completely off guard. She lets off a light grunt from the hit and immediately backs off, barely evading the 3rd punch coming her way while giving Bree minimal space. 'That was dirty' she thought. With a delayed recovery, she retaliates by shooting a left round kick towards her opponentâ€s head.

Bree stomach hurts so much that builds her anger towards to Volterra with several punches to the stomach, except only one was enough to strike as the two barely touches her, the feline dropped down to her knee clutching her stomach and before she knows it, her opponent strike back with her kick straight to Bree's head. "NYA!"

She brings her arm up to block the blow only to soften it just a little but not enough to stop the force behind her, sending her rolling to her right toward to the ropes, still inside the ring, shaking a little as she tries to pull herself up by the ropes, shaking her head recovering the best she can. "Damn... you're strong like a dude!"

Volterraâ€s kick successfully makes contact with her target, though it wasnâ€t a direct hit she still managed to send Bree to the ground. She slowly begins to stand up, shaking in the aftermath of the heavy attack. As if Volterraâ€s plan wasnâ€t working already, she has the girl struggling to stand within the few minutes… she canâ€t be given much time to breath.

Making haste, Volterra rushes over to Bree in order to seize her backside. If successful, she wraps her arms around the catgirlâ€s waist for a gut wrench. She then transitions them upwards under her opponentâ€s armpits. Her hands meet in the back of her head and she presses down for a full nelson.

With her opponent trapped, she quickly moves her away from the ropes, lifting her up in the air. Volterra would then fall into a bridge, slamming her head against the ground for a Dragon Suplex.