Blossom vs. Serona - If, at first, you don't succeed...

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Submission, Pinfall, or KO

Once more, back into the breach.

Blossom strolled on down to the ring as her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn1Ca8izXto:1ca8iink]music[/url:1ca8iink] blared, humming to the tunes of the Clash. She was in high spirits - or she was trying to be. It was getting harder and harder to manage that, though. She'd had quite a few fights in the AFW so far, but only one real victory and that was against Jamie - Jamie was a wrestler in the same a Go-Kart counted as an automobile. Barely, and not much of one.

So she was on a losing streak, to put it mildly. She didn't come here to just win - she wanted to have fun. She loved wrestling, it was her favorite thing in the world...but winning at it would have been nice, very nice indeed.

Hopefully, today might change that up. She was set to fight someone even newer to the ring than herself - a good chance to make a new friend, help acclimate them to the AFW, and, though she was a little ashamed to admit, a pretty solid win. Wouldn't hurt, good for everyone.

Blossom slid on in the ring and took her corner, bouncing on her toes while she waited.

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Blossom's music died down; the lights went low, and the crowd around the ring settled in to watch. Then smoke and deep red light enflamed the side of the arena opposite the bouncing green sprite, and Serona made her entrance.

God save the queen...

She wore a black leather belt studded with steel and a pair of knee-high boots that just screamed la diabla. She strut in time to the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z2M_hpoPwk:ph78paf6]music[/url:ph78paf6], threw both her hands up, grinned, and made a sign at the crowd: peace for the Americans and fuck you! for everyone Euro-side.

The fascist regime!...

She didn't see much raw enthusiasm in that crowd--just a lot of automatic applause, dumb looks from girl-crazy teens and boredom from seasoned fans skeptical of the newcomer. Well that wouldn't do. These guys needed to get their gladiator-groove on and start calling for some blood. She shot a wink at one of the younger guys up front--some pimply twerp with too-long, greasy hair--and aimed a hand-pistol at his virgin heart.

He cheered back at her: "Yeeeeeah!"

Eh. Well it was a start.

God save the queen...

But she'd need a lot more than that by the time this match was over. It was her debut, after all: she needed to make a good first impression--to strike down like a molten meteor through their thick skulls into the soil of their goddam subconcious. She wanted them to remember her, dammit, so the next time she walked down this runway, you wouldn't be able to hear your heart tic over their animal roar.

And all she needed to get that fan-train rolling was to make an example out of the kitten in the ring. Serona climbed up onto the mat.

She ain't no human being!

Finally the music died down and the the crowd started to get into that pre-game silence--the pregnant tension waiting for the first move. But "The Queen" wasn't ready for that just yet; she smirked and crossed the ring while she looked the other girl over. She was... short. Serona offered her a handshake.

"Hey doll.The girls backstage tell me you're a nice friendly type, so why don't I start out the same way and wish you good luck?"

Ooo, Sex Pistols. Good taste, good taste.

Blossom was more of a classic rock fan than Punk Rock, but even she had to bounce along with, whipping her hair about, loving the tune and singing along as best she could. The girl that accompanied it, though? She seemed nice enough, dressed out in badass looking leather and full of spirit. The crowd didn't seem all that impressed - even with her awesome firework show - but Blossom knew the feeling, what it felt like to come out to lukewarm applause, even though you were giving your all. She was just starting earn real applause herself, and her jobber status so far wasn't helping things.

Despite the intimidating look and the fact that Blossom only came up to her chest, she seemed nice enough - she even went across the ring and offered her a handshake, which Blossom gladly took. "Thanks! Good luck to you, too." She gave her an enthusiastic shake, putting some real vigor into it. "Welcome to the AFW, by the way - I'm Blossom, nice meeting you."

"Serona."

Blossom was just a little darling, wasn't she? All chipper and bouncy, shaking her hand like Serona was Billy fucking Joel. Serona just smiled coolly down while Blossom shook. And shook. And shook. And even when she stopped shaking, Serona didn't let her hand go.

For a moment, everyone went tense. Then--unless Blossom intervened--Ser would grab the pint-sized wrestler and shove her against the turnbuckle. The ref made a move to step in, but Serona caught him short with a cruel little smile she'd long known to trip up the boys. She loosened her hold on Blossom and hooked a finger in the crook of the ridiculous bit of clothing covering her breasts.

"Heh. Jumpy bunch of guys we've got around here. Alright Blossom, well. It's really nice to meet you." Serona had a hungry look in her eyes--and there was something predatory about the way she bit softly down on her tongue in the pauses. Her face was close enough to the shorter girl's that it seemed like she might be getting ready to bite or kiss her.

"And like I said--have a great match."

And then, unless Blossom did something to stop her, she let her opponent go and walked back to her corner.

Blossom was strong for her size, stronger than most people ever gave her credit for. She could hit harder, last longer, endure better than most people would ever think someone so little could do.

But none of that mattered when she was caught by surprise, and Serona managed to take her all the way off guard.

When Serona held the shake far too long, Blossom tried to pull away, sensing the sneak attack, but it was too late at that point - nothing she could do to stop her from getting thrown into the corner, wincing at the sudden jolt. When her eyes opened, Serona was there. Right there. Right in her face. Smiling.

Blossom was stunned, and that feeling only go worse as she felt Serona's finger in her bra. She pulled away before doing anything, but that feeling linger, almost as if she controlled the sensation and ordered it to stay on Blossom's skin. There was something just..off-putting about this woman, even beyond her trickery. The look in her eyes. That borderline crazy, slightly paranoid look...

She shivered and shook it off, making her way to the center of the ring and starting to circle Serona as the bell rang, sliding around in her class wrestling stance. Looking for openings. Hunting. If Serona wanted to be like that - fine. Blossom was starting to learn about this sort of thing.

Serona let her smirk drop for a moment while she slunk back to her corner. There was the bad news and then there was the good news.

The bad news: when Serona had felt Blossom up in the corner of the ring, she realized this fight wasn't going to be such a simple over-under, hog-tie-the-bitch win. Hidden under her tiny frame, the girl had muscle like an ox.

The good news: Blossom just about swallowed her tongue because of that little pre-match stunt. Once the real claws came out, her tender little psyche would be an adorable, baby-pink pillow Serona would be able to rake until Blossom's mind was just so many down-feathers scattered in the wind.

The bell rang.

Ser assumed her Jujitsu opening stance, hands up and open and body loose. She circled out to the middle of the ring and hung around there, keeping her eyes locked on Blossom's. It took pretty fancy footwork, she found, to keep out of her range: Blossom had the right strategy for an ox--she held her arms up like the two power-pistons they were and seemed to be looking to get a hold of Serona's all-too slender frame.

"Come oooon, kitten," Serona jeered, "I want to see you break something with that mousey body."

The Queen grinned, jerking forward, then back--but never too close, she minded. Not too close at all.

"Let's see you move, doll--let's see you bite!"

Blossom tried to not let Serona get to her. Tried

She was the tallest opponent Blossom had faced so far, but that wasn't the problem. Blossom was ready to fight taller opponents. Heck, she'd been looking forward to the challenge - taking down opponents people never imagined she could, that was always a pleasure. But there was something...'off', about Serona. It tickled Blossom, a nagging thought in the back of her head. Something about the way Serona looked at her. It wasn't the same competitive look Blossom had seen in the other people she'd wrestled so far. Not even the hungry look from her hentai matches. This was something a bit darker. Like a Chesire Cat, with a gleaming smile in the shadow.

It was just a bit unnerving, and try as she might, Blossom couldn't put it all the way out of her head. But she had to focus - between that look and the stunt she started out with, Serona was clearly playing head games. Couldn't give her the satisfaction.

Blossom circled her a few times, holding her wrestling stance steady, low to the ground for a hard target. Serona was dancing, staying out of her range, no doubt thinking the size difference would make it hard for Blossom to close the gap. And she was right - it would be hard. Hard...but not impossible.

Blossom suddenly planted her feet and took a hard dash forward, shuffling at Serona with all the speed she could muster to try and plow into the taller girl and drive her back, maybe even knock her down - if she could get Serona on the floor, she'd show her what this 'mousey body' was capable of.

If Blossom's sudden burst of speed surprised her, it didn't show on Serona's face. She jumped aside and then spun around so the sharp end of her elbow would meet the jolly green gnome's throat if she didn't change course.

"There she is, baby!"

But here's the thing: show it or not, Blossom's little explosion of power did surprise Serona. It really shook her--maybe Blossom would even notice it, maybe she'd read the fear in Ser's clumsy, half-executed movements. She'd almost not gotten out of the way. Her footwork was all snarled up and the counter-move she'd pulled was imprecise at best. If this so-called 'kitten' had half the reflexes that she had burst-power, things were about to turn very sour for the Queen. All it would take was a slight adjustment in vector, and instead of hitting Serona's arm, the pint-sized powerhouse would ram her sternum.

And then, our fae friend in red would be in hands rather more powerful than her own.

Serona jumped aside with some decent agility, managing to avoid Blossom's attack, as she tried to mix in a counter.

Tried.

Blossom managed to duck under the elbow - it wasn't really that hard, honestly. When Blossom saw Serona putting up her stance, she assumed the girl had some skill, but if she did, it wasn't in striking - that blow was oddly sloppy, and Blossom had no trouble getting under it with her height - people often thought being small was a weakness, but it came in handy quite a few times.

Blossom switched up and juked to the side, moving with Serona and barreling into her with the tackle, driving her as hard as she could towards the turnbuckle. She was looking to get in some early, heavy damage - the sooner this match was over, the better.

Blossom hit her so hard that she teetered on the edge of her balance. She warbled around the ring, pressing against this ball of pure force with her awkward, bent and over-long body--while the crowd jeered.

And could Serona blame them, really, deep down? Here was this five-foot wonder, this fucking jobber, the one who was supposed to go down--except her opponent couldn't even put together a decent strike.

But Ser--she just couldn't compete with this girl's strength. In a few seconds, her back was pressed up against the turnbuckle. There was no smirk now; now Serona glared down with something harder.

She spit in Blossom's face. It was for the shock-value, something to mix up the girl's routine long enough for Serona to get out. And it might have worked, except the move the jujutsu queen went for wasn't any of the subtle little holds she'd learned in training. Assuming she had the opportunity to do so, she'd take what she took to be a crowd-pleasing route--a skullbash with the short one that was as liable to leave Serona reeling as her opponent.