Leila vs Duffy (Debut match)

Leila vs Duffy (Debut match)
Victory by pin or by knockout

"Oh what to do? What to do?" Leila paced backed and forth as she waited for her match to start. She was a nervous wreck, even though she had fought countless times, she had never actually done much wrestling, and now she was in her first offical match up.

"How about you calm down?" Her sister suggested. "It's not like it's a matter of life or death. Win or lose, we'll still get paid. So relax and do what you feel like." She settled her down.

"I--I know but--" She stuttered.

"Just be careful, and don't get hurt too badly. Little brother would freak out if he found out that you got injured trying to help him." She joked as she shoved her sister from her back towards the entrance of the walkway.

"But--but--"

Aerial wasn't listening anymore. "Just head out there first, and tell me how your debut match feels, I'll be watching!" She cut her off as she shoved to the entrace of the walkway. "I hope her opponent isn't one sadistic bitch though." She silently prayed as she escorted her younger sister.

"Aulde Lang Syne" began to play through the speakers once the sisters made their way to the ring. Out stumbled the scottish lass named Duffy. She squinted as she looked at the lights and shook her head and lifted up the beer that was in her hand and took a long draught from it before letting it clank to the ground and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. After a satisfied sigh, she meandered to the ring, looking at the audience and up at the lights.

"Fidcdler's biddin be this a sae... weren'rt fer th brawnie pennie they'd give me I'd tell em ta fuck right off." She muttered to herse,lf and then grinned as she staggeed up the steps and into the ring. She looked over her oppoenents and walked halway to the center of the ring. "Oi!" She barked. "Really... A'd have a row for free if it was guid, aye?" She then grinned and looke dthem both over. "So am A havin a donnie brooke with botha ye tonight cause me dobbs are itchin an A'm in grande fettle meself but ye lasses are lookin ta make about half a wench a tween ye, ye ken?"

Duffy then cracked her neck and stretched as she waited for the two to respond.

Leila was quite confuse as she had no idea what her opponent just said as she didn't understand scotish accent very well.

A quick nudge from her sister bought her back to attention. "Come on, don't back down, be more confident, stand up to her." She whispered into her ear as she climbed out of the ring.

Taking her word for it, she stood straight and looked her opponent. "ye--yes, I'm your opponent for today, I--I hope we can have a good match?" She meekly replied as she waited for opponent to respond.

Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Aerial just shook her head. "She had the guts to wear a bikini to a match, but no guts to speak up in front of her opponent." She sighed.

Duffy put on a frown when Ariel said only Leila would be her opponent. But she shook it away and stomped forward to meet Lela in the ring. She reached out her hand to grab it and give it a good, hard shake. "Any row be guid in these scottish een." She said with a grin. "Just don't go throwin a pisser when yer layin knocked out on yer arse." She stretched once more and went back to her corner.

Duffy then looked down at Ariel. "Oi! Ye staun guid fer that lassy?" Duffy asked Ariel as she pointed to Leila. "She seems aff th' gleg fer a puncher. Sure ye hae nae ee til joinin yerself?"

"Na! I'm fine! Besides, I'm not going to interfeer. This is her fight not mine." Aerial shrugged as she replied.

"Umm...I hope we can have a good match." Leila meekly responded as she took up her offer to shake hands.

"Just a word of advice sis! Suck up your guts or your going to be black and blue by the time she's done with you!" Aerial cried out to her sister.

"Rii-right!!" Her little sister called out as she took the centre of the ring in a defensive position, waiting for the bell to ring.

Duffy shrugged at Ariel's words. She took a step back and went to her corner. "If that's what th lassy wants." She said and looked over Leila. "Dun nae worry lassy. I won't do too much ta that pretty gob a yers." She winked at Leila as the bell rang. Duffy put her fists up in a fighting stance and smirked at Leila keeping her distance for the moment. "Why nae ye relax an have fun? It's a row, it's s'ppose ta get ye bloody excited! Afterwards we'll go out an hae a pint. A guid many Scottish night has ended that way, lassy."

"I'll try not to dissapoint you!" Leila replied

Leila immediately dropped her stance as she saw Duffy putting up her fist in a fighting stance, one she recognized quite well.

She changed her stance into a fist fighting, where she would circle around her throwing light punches hoping to get her riled up before suddenly changing to perform a point blank clothesline.

Duffy wasn't one to muck around when she saw Leila get serious. When she saw the first few punches, she furrowed her brow and rushed in, almost as soon as Leila went ffor the clothesline to through a hook into the girl's stomach. Either way she figured that Leila would have to abandon the clothesline to avoid the punch or they would both be taking a hit.

Leila saw her movements a little too late, and realized what she had installed.

However she felt that that their choices were differently and that her clothesline could deliver more damage.

She chose to take the hit to her stomach but at the same time to deliver the clothesline to her.

Duffy grunted as the arm slammed into her. She fell onto her back a bit dazed but eveb stil she had a wide grin on her face.