Adama Saadia vs Mebel Pertolania - Stars Above

Match Rules: Standard

In the locker rooms, far sequestered away in a corner meditating was a girl who radiated an appearance and demeanour that one could most certainly class as 'Mystical.' It was none other Adama Saadia, known as The Siren of the Sands for her prowess at defeating her foes as if they were rendered weak by the desert and consumed by it as well as for her exotic beauty. Her albino white locks still shined in the dim lights of the locker room, then slowly her golden eyes opened to show that she was prepared and stood upright. Dressed in a tattered white leotard and her ragged black leather veil with gold trim the albino's stoic gaze would turn to her phone there.

"I hope your watching my beloved~" Adama muttered softly, the phone unlock screen being that of her holding some flowers with her lovely boyfriend Daichi. She gave a wry grin at their time in the dojo and thensome, she might need to practise her rear naked choke sometime.....the door was knocked and it was go time. The albino gracefully strolled to the entrance ramp.

The lights went low and Adama's theme song known as KOKORO Magic A To Z would start to blare from the speakers, with Adama emerging on the entrance ramp there as she gracefully strode and danced her way to the ring. There she lay atop the apron, with her right arm pointed as if to the stars above before sliding under the bottom rope and climbing her corner there and sitting with her veil hiding her face as much as possible to wait for her opponent.

Mabel would be pacing back and forth inside her locker room. This is her first match in quite some time, her first possibly. She was a little bit nervous on how she’ll do but she reminded herself that she’ll need to learn about her opponent to maybe get a victory against her. However, she had no time to figure that out as the staff knocked on her door, telling her that they are ready for Mabel to make her entrance.

Mabel sighed before opening the door and walking down the hallway towards the show curtain. She then waited for her music to play from the sound crew and once Un Millón by the Marías started playing, she went through the show curtain and took in the crowd cheering.

Mabel walked down the ramp and saw her deity looking opponent. She climbed up the steel steps and went through the middle rope. It seemed like the dynamic of this match, based on looks, was a regular AFW star facing a local competitor. It was not looking well in the eyes of Mabel.

Adama wouldn't have to wait long for her opponent there as Mebel would be making her way down to the ring, with the albino sat atop her corner there and she'd assess her opponent with her calm albeit piercing amber eyes like she had done in her underground fights many a time. Mebel was far shorter than Adama, with a unique complexion of her own that served a nice contrast to the albino lady. But how would she perform in the ring? Adama was about to find out.

The siren would gracefully leap off the turnbuckles there and fling off her black leather cowl, letting it rest elegantly on the iron corner right behind her. Then she lightly stretched before settling into her corner. "You face Adama Saadia. Prepare yourself." a calm statement from a soft voice, nothing more needed be said there.

Adama would enter her grappling stance, breathing in and out slowly and measured. Once the bell rang Adama would proceed with caution there, edging forward like the slow but certain advance of the sand storm.......

Mabel was not liking how Adama was acting in the ring in terms of how she’s portraying herself in the ring. Mabel was a face but she really needed to knock Adama a peg or two if she was gonna act all godly and having a superior complex over her.

“Yeah yeah. Shut the hell up, puta. Let’s fight now.”

Mabel waited for a reaction from her opponent before the bell ring. Once it did, She would grapple with Adama and try to place her into a headlock.

Adama barely registered the insult Mabel hurled at her there, the albino had heard far worse from those who tried to do her harm. Her calm, piercing gaze was evidence of this as the bell rang. Adama was too used to fighting tall, muscled men as her opponents stemming from her time competing in underground fighting arenas. So the albino was actually caught quite off guard when Mabel managed to secure her into a headlock there, the siren felt the pressure around her neck there shoot up and it served as a way to force Adama to start moving as it were.

Remaining calm under pressure as before Adama would grab Mabel's waist there and attempt to shove her forward to the ropes, were this to be successful Adama would attempt to catch her opponent on the way back there into a Tai-Otoshi throw attempt to send Mabel crashing to the mat like a sandy pitfall trap!

Mabel was surprised she managed to put the living embodiment of something holy in her mind. She took her opportunity to apply as much pressure to the neck of Adama as she knew it wouldn’t last long. Mabel also saw it took Adama by surprise a bit but she then saw her remaining calm. This was not a good sign for the young Puerto Rican.

Mabel then had her wrist grabbed by Adama as she was then yanked and shoved into the ropes. Bouncing off them, she was suddenly caught by Adama before getting hit with a Tai-Otoshi move from her. After that move, Mabel looked lost as she was in confusion, asking herself what just happened during that sequence.

The match was underway now and Adama managed to get her throw executed successfully there against her foe, it was a poised and perfectly executed throw from her mixture of judo and aiki-jiujitsu there enabling her to control her opponents regardless of their height and build. Drawing on her mentor's teachings Adama would breathe deep and exhale swiftly after the throw while maintaining a firm grip on Mebel there following it.

"Your form is flawed!" Adama yelled, one thing her mentor professed in her fights was that if she were to talk it was to try and mentally unbalance her foes with calculated taunts there. Before seeking to deliver a kick to Mebel's back there if she couldn't escape from Adama's grip there following the throw.

Mabel would shake the cobwebs out of her head and moved out of the way from Adam’s kicking her. Mabel then got back up before Mabel grappled with Adama again. She was really miffed, especially after her opponent taunted her by telling her that her form is flawed. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

Mabel would then go for some knees to the head of Adama. If she were successful, Mabel would go for a dropkick that creates distance between the two. That would fire up Mabel and try to go in for more offense, if the dropkick were to succeed.

Adama had gotten her opponent slammed into the mat there and was preparing to exercise her authority as her mentor taught her, still she was forcibly reminded of one of his teachings. That in war the enemy will never respond the way you want them more often than not, as Mabel managed to scurry away from Adama's firm grasp on her and made to swiftly respond in kind with her own offence.

Some muay thai kicks to the head there it looked like, Adama had fought a couple of clinchers like this in the past and made to try and cover her head there but did give ground as a result in time for her opponent to launch a dropkick at her. Adama caught it clean and launched into a backward roll to cope with the pressure. She emerged into a crouching posture there with her arms ready to grapple, she winced at the pain but her steely gaze remained steadfast.