Fighting Tall and Small! Conza vs. Miss Masseter (for IndigoDragon)

Normal Match decided by Pin, KO, or Submission

In the Tension dorm, the crowd can be heard getting pumped up and ready for this new fight to begin. But while many were excited, one wasn't quite feeling comfortable. That someone was actually one of the fighters who will be in this match. Her name is Miss Masseter, the hungry yet strong rodeo clown. She was usually happy-go-lucky and giggly with excitement and anticipation before her fights. The reason why she doesn't feel like so before was because she is facing a male who is shorter than her. The clown was concerned that it may be one-sided yet the stage hands insisted that its what the crowd wants. Seeing no other choice, Masseter would sigh and knew she had to go through it even if it's killing her inside.

The lights would soon dim as Masseter was about to come out and pull off her signature entrance. It began with the sound of a loud clopping running over to the front as "Done" by The Band Perry started to play at the beginning. Then the harmonica started to play wildly as the wild horse came out with it's rider, a female rodeo clown! She was just bucking around at the front of the walkway before jumping off and rolling up on her feet as the horse rode off to the side.



She smiled widely for the audience as she waved and giggled in her walk to the ring. There would soon be a large barrel lying at the middle and the clown would simply jump and land on top to start rolling. She had quite an impressive balance as she used her boots to roll the barrel to the ropes.

As soon as she reached them, the clown would bump and grab the ropes to flip over them before landing on her bottom. She only giggled again as she rose up and skipped to the center of the ring. After waving to the crowd, she reached under her hat and take out a small sandwich so she can start eating. She didn't really eat out of a need for energy, but rather to try and calm her worries and fears once her opponent arrives.

"So, what are you trying to prove with this fight again?" A young man named Conza asks his friend and manager Nick Solem. Nick simply replies: "I just need to be sure about something...Go out there and do your best, alright?" He didn't mention to Conza that he already knew the fate of this fight...

Conza walks out to the song of Agoraphobia by Incubus, a wide smile on Tue small boy's face. He approached Tue ring, getting a clearer and clearer vision of his opponent. A...Rodeo clown?

He climbs into the ring, hopping over the top rope and landing on both feet. Puffing out his chest to seem bigger, he looks his opponent for tonight up and down.

Miss Masseter would watch from her side as Conza was coming in. Even though he's smaller than her, he did actually look tough as he puffs out his chest. She would walk over to him and smiled as she said, "Well, ain't you the boldest one to face against me. I'm Miss Masseter, and what's yers?"

The clown noticed him observing her stature. Yes, she's big, but she's not necessarily bad.

She didn't seem very mean. Not at all in fact. The woman was a bit on the heavier side, though Conza wasn't one to call that out. She was also, as always, taller than him. Although, Conza looks down to those boots. The heel gaave her a bit more height. And was that a...Sandwich in her hands? Conza tenses up very slightly when she approached him. Just because she looked nice did not necessarily have to translate.

"My name is Conza uh, Miss Masseter..." He tells her cautiously. He had to look up more since she was closer to him now.

"Well, Conza, glad to meetcha," Masseter said as she tipped her hat to him. She would stoop down a bit and added with a whisper, "You ready for our fight? Let's have a good one together and I'll tell you what: if you win, I got a special surprise for you."

The clown winked before stepping back and taking her stance in preparation for the match to begin. She still was nervous to fight Conza because he was shorter than her, but what else could she do?

Conza gasps very softly when she whispered to him. The boy's face yields a light blush when she said that she had a surprise it he managed to defeat her...Somehow. Conza gulps a bit and nods back in understanding.

He also takes a bit or a weak-looking stance in preparation before the bell rang.

When Conza took his fighting stance, Masseter's face made a concerned frown for she felt guilty. She would think to herself as she stepped forward, "I feel so bad if I'm gonna hurt that li'l fella. But this match is already set and I can't run away from this now." With a heavy sigh in acceptance, the bell would ring and begin the match.

Almost immediately, Masseter would get in close and try to throw out three basic punches aiming at Conza's face. She wanted to see how Conza will react and if he can dodge them. Sometimes different sizes might surprise others who underestimate them.

Conza didn't see the reluctance in her expression pike he did with others he's faced. He wasn't paying attention to it as much this time. Conza approached her with a calm and ready face. He quickly tries to duck the punches and reach down to grab her leg and take her down to the ground

Though she wasn't necessarily a genius or a smart one, Masseter analyzed that Conza was pretty fast in dodging those punches. He could use that speed in such a big way and yet she doesn't know why he loses a lot. Suddenly, she felt him grab her leg and try to trip her up. The clown yelped as it worked and she landed on her back on the mat. She doesn't know what Conza's up to, but he had to do it quick before she gets away. She tries to roll away fast to create some distance between them to not get caught (hopefully).

She was right to notice that Conza was a fast one. It helped him in dodging things, sure. It also helped him be light on his feet and so thing rather quickly. H after making the big woman fall, Conza tries to smoothly transition by grabbing her leg and wrapping his own around. He'd then lay on his hack and try to apply an ankle lock by twisting Miss Masseter's foot.