Bright's Out! (Estelle Bright vs Gilbert Stein)

"Sorry, didja say something? Couldn't hear you over all this 'winning' I'm currently doing!" Estelle winked down at the opponent under her. She'd been making easy work of him so far, and as her body crashed down upon Gilbert's exposed abs, she actually thought a 3 count this early on was a very real possibility here. She watched with concentrated eyes as the referee's hand clapped the mat once...twice...! Her heart skipped a beat. Had she really done it? This early, and this easily? That notion came as quickly as it had appeared, wiped away as Gilbert threw an arm up and thrusted his shoulder upwards to break the pin. "Dammit...!" Her gaze was thrown to the nearby turnbuckle, and she glanced down at the foppish frenchman. Then to the turnbuckle. Then back down to him.

An impish smirk began to spread across the girl's lips. "Well, when this has been such a cakewalk already...why not?" The girl pushed herself up, giving Gilbert's cheek a couple of light pats. "Fun as it is beating you up, there comes a point when it just becomes sad, y'know? So let me take pity on you and end it here and now!" Estelle would then practically leap over to the corner, beginning to ascend the ropes until she was balanced just over the top of the metal pole. The unsteady rhythm of the ropes causing her to bop up and down as the excitement of the crowd began to build to a crescendo, the firebrand holding a finger into the air to hype them up further. "Get your phones out folks, because you're about to see THE Cassius Bright's daughter win her first match! Remember to tell your friends and family where you were at this moment!" The girl seemed more caught up trying to psyche up the crowd for the moment, rather than focusing upon her presumed down and out target below...

Even within Gilbert's justifiably discombobulated mindset, correlations were beginning to be noticed between the blood-feuding competitors. In particular Gilbert's insistence on correcting and instructing the twin-tailed spitfire and her obstinate insistence on disregarding his sage words of wisdom. The currently Flattened Frenchman knew perfectly well that she could hear him considering their close proximity after dynamically splashing across him, now swathed in her warmth in the pin attempt narrowly circumvented by her adversary's split second upheaval. Unknowingly denying Estelle the acclaim of a record-breaking victory, albeit one that was impending regardless considering the abject ownage being displayed from the unadulterated ease with which Estelle was dominating the proceedings. A rallying warcry swirled about behind the Bright daughter's shellacking of her foe as she jaunted towards the turnbuckle.

"HrrrGh...BlArGh...DiD...soMeoNe meNtiOn cAke?" Gilbert, meanwhile in the background, was beginning to wearily arise back up to a seated position, inadvertently thanks to Estelle's patronizing patting against his cheeks jostling him awake. The aftereffects of the running bulldog cramming him upon his forehead were beginning to dissipate thankfully although his swirling irises remained and perfectly exemplified the manner in which the room was still continuing to spin. The audience was nevertheless roused up into an enthusiastic fervor by Estelle's top rope theatricality, vehemently believing with cheering adulation that she had this lopsided match in the bag. Except until Gilbert began sluggishly ascending on uneven footing, a drunken stance taken as the frazzled frenchman started crossing over his own feet in an uncoordinated stumble towards the adjacent ring ropes. Instinctively snagging onto them to keep himself upright, but jostling them ferociously in the process...