Isabella "Izzy" Wright vs Krycha

[krycha]

Returning from break, the camera fades from a black screen to the arena with Lizzie standing inside with a smile. It soon fades back to black, but this time not for commercials. Some cheers are heard from the crowd, they think the next match is about to take place and await for some music to start playing. To their surprise, nothing plays yet and the cheers are soon followed by "Aw." Flashing cameras make Lizzie's movements seem like you're blinking as she walks to the side asking stupid questions.

Jimmy: Oh come on, we lost power again? Now of all the bills they COULDN'T pay, it's the electric bill.
Ray: Hopefully the water runs well, I don't like my superstars that dirty.
Jimmy: Can we hold back on your less then amusing urges for once? This is a serious matter at hand.
Ray: It sure is, you know what might happen with the lights off......
Jimmy: ...... Oh Dear Lord, turns those lights back on!

Almost as if his prayers were answered by the Big Guy, the lights turn back on with a "Poof." Energy is soon heard running through the lights and Lizzie goes back to the center of the ring. With a microphone at hand she gets ready to announce the next match. Unfortunately for her, the sudden drop of the lights made the microphone short circuit, only every other word or so being heard.

Lizzie: - Contest - Scheduled - ONE FALL!- First, - Illinois - pounds - KRYCHA!

It takes Lizzie a while to realize that to the fans she sounds like a football referee and taps the top of the microphone like the experienced electrician she is. She makes a pouty face at the so unpredicatble failed attempts to fix it and hands it to someone outside the ring. They hand her another microphone and she goes back to her spot, beginning once again.

Lizzie: The Following - Is - For - Introducing - From Chicago, - Weighing in at 240 lbs - He is -

Noticing she didn't even hear herself say "Krycha"(Possibly on purpose, we still don't know) she tosses the microphone out of the ring and clears her throat for what will be one of the most unnecessary things in EVPW. She makes an "O" with her hands and puts them around her mouth, shouting.

LIZZIE: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST...... FROM CHICAGO,ILLINOIS...... WEIGHING IN AT 240 LBS......

She stops there, without even attempting to yell the name "Krycha", that bitch. The lights go out again with the fans erupting in their mourning again, but surprised again. A man is heard in his fit yelling "Fuck this, I'm going home" when he gets caught on his way up the stairs with Music beginning to play. Coming from a stereo on a stool once again, the EVPW member makes sure last week's incident didn't happen again. Krycha, saving EVPW management some money on power, expects to see a little bit more on his paycheck this week. Women. Glowsticks. African Dancers. Drinks. Techno. Mind Blowing. Homo Erotic. All words can be associated with the following entrance, as Krycha comes out with the glow-in-the-dark mask dancing like the African Dancers. Getting a little bit of cheers from the people who saw last Wednesday when Krycha didn't punk out of a triple threat like the other two and sat in the ring for forty-five minutes twiddling his socks, Krycha makes his way into the ring. He continues to dance, but makes sure he gets close to Lizzie, as if trying to do a head shrinking ritual for not saying his name. She backs away slowly with eyes squiting, perhaps Ray was right and there was no water causing Krycha to smell worse then usual. Krycha waits for the opponent to show up this time.

TBC: Ms. Wright (<- everyone's been looking for you )

[Isabella "Izzy" Wright]

(Oh, I'm here ^_^)

The lights fade out and it is obvious now that it isn't from power outages. On the Butcher Tron there is an image of a a silver heart outlined in white on a black background. The song starts off with a keyboard and a guitar playing. The music then begins to pick up and both of the announcer's look confused.

J.P.: I don't know who this is. Ray check the card.
Ray: Hold on give me a minute... Ray do this... Ray do that...
J.P.: Just check the card.

There is a bit of a pause between the two announcers as they stare around the dark room, their monitors dimly lighting their area.

Ray: Jimmy... it's Izzy.

The music then comes to a bit of a downplay as the words kick up which in turn causes the lights to strobe.

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face
red with their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

Once the first verse stops and the drums pick up, the strobes go in beat with the drums and the lights then dim back up and you will see the lovely Izzy Wright at the top of the ramp. The Chorus then starts up as she brings her hands up and beckons for a cheer.

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful

Lizzie: Making her way to the ring from Lebanon, Ohio and weighing in at 120 pounds... Izzy Wright!

The diva was dressed in a red and black plaid skirt with buckles down the left side. Her shirt was a black tank top with her silver heart on the front and reading across the back are the words "I'm Good." She is wearing knee high black socks and her black and white converse Chuck Taylor's. She then bounces her way down the ring and slaps the hands of the fans as they scream for the diva.

J.P.: I don't think I've seen this much excitement in the ring. I'm sure excited.
Ray: Of course you are excited. She's wearing a skirt.

Ray sounded entirely bored over watching a woman and a guy he had no idea what he looked like fight.

Izzy makes her way to the end of the ramp by the end of the chorus. The song then goes into the next musical break. Izzy stands in front of the ring and looks over at Rypcha with a bit of a smile. She looks up then at the top rope and she jumps up and holds onto it, pulling herself to the ring and stands there for a moment before turning and pumping her fist in the air. This erupts a cheer from the crowd. She then turns with her back to the ropes and hooks her arms on the top rope and gives a bit of a grin as there are a few whistles from the crowd. The music goes into the next verse.

Jacob`s ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead Siblings walking the dying Earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

"I need to die to feel alive"

She leans back on the ropes and she does a flip revealing a pair of blue camo underwear and then as she flips over, where she would normally just land she slides down into the splits. She takes a breath and fixes her hair a bit before leaning back and sliding her legs together to where she is lying flat on the mat. She then brings her hands to the sides of her head and you can see her legs tense up as she rolls her legs to her chest and with a bit of force she pushes herself up and lands quite well. She stumbles a bit and then starts to bounce a bit to get more of a cheer from the crowd. The diva was glad to be back in the ring. The music then fades out as she goes to her corner of the ring and stretches her legs a bit, crouching on the ground as she watches Rypcha.

J.P.: I love her entrance...
Ray: Whore...

[krycha]

The fans cheer on the two corners, mostly for the wrestler they are more familiar with. The referee calls for the bell, but his cell phone dies in the middle of him dialing, so he decides to ask the time keeper with hand motions. The bell rings two times and the intensity is immediately dropped, it's game time. But for wrestlers, they don't be playing 'round. Both corners slowly make their way towards each other, circling as if they were part of a soda cap tightening. Izzy pounces out of her crouching position to lock up with Krycha, getting ahold of his neck and shoulders with her arms, startling the Krycha. Krycha, realizing that this is not a drill and she is really going to wrestle, so he responds with an unorthodox move. Doing exactly the same, he decides to move his shoulders from side to side along with his head and continue turning, then going the opposite direction. His "just to make you happy" move to the crowd backfires as Izzy takes advantage to the reverse turning and turns one of the arms into a hammerlock. she tightens it up on him, lifting up, causing Krycha to hop off the mat and move to an easier pain to accept, being under the control of whichever direction she applies pressure. Krycha makes a swift slide towards his left, gliding under his arm and spinning out of the hammerlock, dancing on his exit in front of the diva. Taking this as an insult, she hooks his head in with her arms into a headlock, moving the pain from an arm to the head. Krycha grabs hold of the arm on his head as Izzy's shoulder wags from time to time like a shark would once it has hold of its prey. Unable to pry the figurative jaws loose, Krycha places a hand on her upper back and pushes her to the ropes. She comes back looking to hit him in the face with a boot, but as she slowly comes to a stop she sees that Krycha has strut walked his way to the side. She turns him around irish whips him to the other side, being a long distance from where they are now. Krycha runs all the way to the other side and turns around to, what most would expect, rebound off the ropes and come back to either be attacked or to reverse. Krycha ends up doing neither, falling backwards to the outside like Undertaker would purposely do to make his way out in a match. He lands on the ground in front of the announcers.

Ray: What...... An ...... Idiot!
Jimmy: Not the most graceful athlete we have on the roster but that's ok, it's his first real match.
Ray: This is what happens when you live a life of strobe lights and cocktail dresses, which, doesn't sound bad now that I think of it.
Jimmy: Well EVPW's own Isabella Wright taking early control in this match. Just dominating, she's really making Krycha think on his feet.
Ray: Oh you would think that wouldn't you?
Jimmy: What? What are you talking about, I'm just- Oh my ......

Krycha props his elbows on the announcer table, looking straight at both of them as he squeezes something in his hand. This causes the inside of his mask to be spilled with fake blood, Krycha shakes his head to mock the pain. Krycha begins to be shooed away by Ray and his stack of papers, making Krycha back away. In the meantime, Izzy finds her way t the apron, hoping to surprise Krycha with an attack to teach him not to be so stupid under some serious business(psyche). She sees him turn towards the apron and springs into action, literally, catcin him off guard and sending him away with a hurracanrana. She lands in, ironically, the same crouching position she started with and straightens herself up, looking around and pumping up the crowd that cheers on for the seconds match of the night. She walks over to lift up the grounded Krycha only to throw the arm she attacked earlier to the post and superkicking it back upon bounce, showing off the ruthless side in her. She rolls him inside and Krycha cooperates, he has nothing better to do at this point in time anyway. She pins the down Krycha who finds entertainment into allowing himself be pinned while squeezing the fake blood. The referee drops to the floor and counts down the male.

Referee: One! Two! Damn I don't get paid enough to do this anymore *grunt getting up*

Krycha kicks out and offers Izzy the option to squeeze the fake blood, to which she replies close up with a knee drop to the face. A real reason to squeeze, Krycha takes it upon himself to hold the back of his head instead which was jammed against the mat. Izzy has had enough of Krycha keeping her from winning, and walks towards the legs while he is occupied to turn him into a boston crab. She leans back, using basic Physical Science concepts of leverage, to cause a certain amount of pressure to be focused to a certain area. Krycha becomes engulfed in pain at first, feeling Izzy is really ready to end it with a technicality rather then a finisher. Krycha again does the unexpected and chops at one of her heels until she starts to wobble like one of his dancers, except sober. As soon as she does so, Krycha grabs the foot and spins her like a washing machine cycle, turning it into a Boston Crab of his own facing the other direction. Izzy is surprised by the sudden move and also the fact that Krycha is finally on the offensive. He cherishes his moments of glory being the attacker as he brings down the pain on his opponent. It seems to be working when, unexpectedly, Izzy makes a move of her own to find a way out of the situation. As if to compete with Krycha with reversals of the move, she hooks his ankles under her arms and pulls back, causing Krycha to hit the mat face first and land inside yet another Boston Crab. The crowd gives a slowly sound increasing "ooooooOOOO" for whoever falls victim to the upcoming Boston Crab, this time it being Krycha. Izzy waddles to the the center of the ring, like one of Krycha's dancers except sober, dragging Krycha with her underneath. The referee crouches down low like Izzy at the opening of the match and asks Krycha is he is ready to surrender. Krycha garbs his head with both hands but, with no white visible around the all black attire, it becomes obvious he isn't ready yet, key word, yet. Krycha tries to crawl out backwards like a soldier, but Izzy does not approve, standing up to keep Krycha at a vertical to potentially choke him out innovatively and bring her feet a little closer to make escape difficult. Times wears down and Krycha goes into desperation mode, creating pain for himself which is unlikely as he turns to one side and the reasoning behind it reveals itself with his next move. One quick motion and he uses a hand to push himself out, sliding between the legs and spinning out in front of her. Conveniently, Izzy's arms are alligned with Krycha's legs, making the move all the more executed properly as the fall with the Split-Legged Facebuster. Krycha lands on his hiney and falls to his back, looking at the cieling with a hand on his back, the "freak" feeling some damage now after some time inside the match. Instead of taking the time to dance, Krycha gets up and backs up slowly tot he ropes, stalking Izzy in the legal kind of way. She shakes her head from the previous move and pushes herself up, looking at the oncoming Krycha charging. He runs to her, hoping to land a signature Shining Wizard to the head, but is surprised to find he has not completed to do so and that he's in trouble now. As Krycha was on his way, Izzy catches the kicking foot and spins Krycha down to the floor belly first. SHe wastes no times and swings around on top of him and grabs the other leg, linking all the parts to another Boston Crab. The crowd gives a pop for the unexpected reversal as well as the fact that it had been the Boston Crab that comes out of it.

Jimmy: What an outstanding match so far! Krycha looking for what he calls the "Speakie Japanese" only to have it switched on him into one of the many Boston Crabs of this match! I don't normally fall sucker to the early matches, but this one's ok.
Ray: Eh, I've seen better.
Jimmy: Izzy making her way to a possible victory, I don't think she's rusted a bit. Welcome to EVPW, Krycha.
Ray: I see a feminine win right here.
Jimmy: And since you're not in the match I'm assuming you mean Izzy?

TBC

[Isabella "Izzy" Wright]

Ray: You are an ass.
J.P.: You're a drag.

Izzy holds the Boston Crab and leans back ever so slightly to add more pressure to the move. She wasn't going to let this masked man get the best of her. The blows some of her hair out of her face as she holds onto the man's legs. He scrambles forward as he struggles against the Diva. Finally, the man made it across the ring and held onto the ropes. The referee taps Izzy's shoulder and tells her to let go and she drops his legs and moves forward. She was getting a little impatient but the girl was full of energy. She turns and bounces from foot to foot as Krycha uses the ropes to help get him to his feet. She takes a breath as he gets to his feet and he fixes his clothes a bit because they were twisted around his body. She rolls her eyes a bit and watches as he finally finds himself on his feet. She gives a bit of a grin and looks for an opportunity. She then hurries forward and brings a kick to the man's face and he catches her foot and pushes her back making her stumble backward. Thus, she falls flat on her ass and she looks a bit confused until he runs at her as if to do a splash. She scrambles backwards and is backed up against the ropes and he lands on the ground and shudders a bit dramatically. She then gives a bit of a glare. Was he just faking that? She reaches up and takes a hold of the top rope and pulls herself to her feet. She then rushes up and plants a solid kick in his side and he shudders at the impact. She then walks away and looks over at the announcers for a second. However, this would prove to be fatal. Krycha came up behind her and got her into a masterlock. She wiggles a bit and breathes in through her teeth. There was stress on her upper arm and the back of her neck. She wiggles about and then hops up leaning back but he keeps the lock in place. Finally, she drops to her knees and with a bit of force she thrusts her torso forward causing him to flip over her and dangle on the ropes. He let go of the lock and Izzy's face goes into the mat. She lets out a bit of a yelp as she holds her nose and scoots away from Krycha untangles himself from the ropes.

J.P.: That was unexpected.

Izzy gets to her feet with her hands still on her nose. When she brings one of her hands away there was a bit of blood on her fingers. She then straightens out her nose and lets out a bit of a squeak from having put her nose back in place. That wasn't the first time she had done that. During this time Krycha got himself untangled and was to his feet. She gets into her fighting position, her legs slightly spread, her knees bent, and her fists up. Krycha moves from side to side in an uneven movement. Izzy lifts a bit of an eyebrow and laughs a bit. This guy made her laugh a little. She gives a bit of a twitch to tell him to keep on coming.