Florence Knight vs Ian Lee - Like Riding A Bike

Match Rules: Standard

Florence had to admit, it had been too long since she'd been in the ring proper. Her last proper match was.......at least 18 years ago? Sounded like that at least in the mind of the Duchess, still she'd taken great steps to ensure that she'd be just about as good as she was back then. Likely even more so as she gazed at herself in the locker room mirror. She cast an imposing figure with her red and white faux fur cloak on and her tight leotard and boots added to the beautiful display of her statuesque body. Florence bared a small smile on her face, at least her son would be able to watch and see that the Duchess had still got it~

Florence:

A stage hand knocked on the door, it was time for Florence to make her way to the ring. Taking one last deep breath and steadying what little nerves she had Florence would walk with determination out the locker room, Florence had the look of someone marching to war. She had heard nothing of her opponent for tonight save for the fact they were a newcomer to Tension, regardless Florence would be giving nothing short of her best in this bout here tonight. The lights in the arena dimmed low and turned dark blue as her theme song blared from the speakers, dark red mist would emerge from below the ramp and cover the entirely of it.

All the while her theme song played from the speakers with her emerging at the one minute mark and standing calmly at the top of the ramp as the crowd roared in approval. It seemed even here, so far from Britain and oh so long ago since she was in a ring they knew of Florence. Good. She stood there for a full minute before slowly walking down the ramp, respectfully high fiving a few fans on her way to the ring and strode up the steel steps before mounting the turnbuckles and elegantly removing her cloak and stepping off the corner and hanging it on the iron post. There Florence stood arms folded as she simply waited, but inwardly she felt like a 20 something lady stepping in for her first bout once again now.............

Florence waited for her opponent here tonight, she lightly cracked her neck as she stood tall and proud like the Knight matriarch that she was. Then before long her opponent would be making his way to the ring, Florence stood stoic there as she assessed them already coming down there. He was on the taller side, nowhere close to the Duchess's frame but still he packed enough muscle to no doubt make a lady swoon.

Ms Knight saw his classic wrestler attire there, perhaps a hint to what he might be capable of? Still the Duchess had a game plan already in mind and would seek to implement it like she had done in the past, Florence gave a polite nod to her opponent and would say "Good evening lad, I hope you are prepared for this bout......" as she would hop about lightly on side to side with her leotard clad chest bouncing about in the process there as the bell would soon ring there.

*DING! DING!*

Once Ian was ready for the bout would Florence then move, it was customary for her and her son Ryan to often do so there out of a sense of respect and honour there. Then however? Once a few seconds had occurred after the bell rang? Florence would begin her gameplan, which was simple yet would be brutally effective if Ian didn't get the hell out of dodge there. Because the Duchess would burst out into a quick sprint and seek to just slam him right into the corner with her full statuesque frame to smash the air right out of his lungs!

Well the match was underway now and Florence was wasting no time attempting to establish herself right out of the gate against Ian here, it was nothing personal after all but the Duchess had wanted to prove that she hadn't missed much of her steps after her retirement back then. She'd been doing her cardio in the no pun intended run up to this bout and it paid off, Florence wasn't known for her speed all that much in the ring even back then.

Yet Florence had learned to apply herself in swift bursts when it was needed, such as here! And boy oh boy did the Duchess barrel right into Ian there, that wasn't a truck that hit him by the way. It was the force of Britain itself standing up to address him! Speaking of standing Ian seemed to have dropped down like a sack of potatoes there, Florence raised an eyebrow at her handiwork and decided that he could do with a bit of a test as it were.

The Duchess would lean down and grab Ian by the neck and attempt to heft him back up into a standing position in the corner, then she'd rest her right forearm against his neck and then make a quiet gesture to all in attendance and go "Shhhhhh......" to silence them. Right before delivering a thunderous knife edge chop right into Ian's left pectoral as hard as she possibly could!