Diane Cavendish vs. Mikki Wylde

Mikki settled into the hold, flexing her biceps tightly around Diane's struggling legs. The “Wylde Child” rocked back, loving the feeling of Diane's squirming body beneath her, the sound of her frustrated moan, sinking her glutes deeper into the small of the white-haired woman's back. Mikki closed her thighs tighter around Diane's trapped thighs, trying to sink in that extra bit of domination while she had the Brit on her belly.

Mikki threw her head back, causing her hair to shake wildly, trying to rile the crowd a bit more. It was a relatively simple hold, despite being an amazingly effective one, and the “ultimate grappler” wanted to go the extra mile, with it. Feeling the heat and the sweat of their two bodies straining against one another, Mikki seemed hell-bent on putting every ounce of pressure she could on the vulnerable Diane's back.

Listening to her opponent's mewling protests, however, Mikki couldn't help but admit that she was a bit impressed with Diane's resiliency. The “Wylde Child” knew she wasn't going to get a submission out of Diane, but the girl seemed completely committed to not giving up. Which suited Mikki well enough; she still had more showing off, to do.

Inevitably, with the sting in Mikki's pecs getting to her again, and Diane clearly not about to give up so quickly, Mikki released the hold and dropped the white-haired wrestler's legs unceremoniously to the mat. Rising to her full height, Mikki lifted her arms high above her head. The posturing was purely for the crowd, a display of arrogance as she took a few steps away from Diane, turning her back to her. The audience jeered loudly at the sheer arrogance of Mikki's actions. Turning her back on a foe, still in the midst of competition, was an obnoxious show of disrespect. If there was any crowd support that wasn't in Diane's favor, it was certainly shifting her way, now.

Dianeâ€s red eyes were burning with intensity as she stared into the mat, trying to block out the pain wracking her body. She could feel the brute sitting on top of her tightening the submission hold, locking her in to a prolonged and torturous punishment.

“No… way….” she panted as she shook with pain, just about managing to keep her voice level. A defeat this early in the match would be embarrassing, and Diane was simply not prepared to give that satisfaction to such an obnoxious opponent.

Her composure was starting to crumble, though, and she sighed with obvious relief as her legs were dropped heavily to the mat. She winced loudly and clutched at her aching back. The pretty Diane was wet with sweat and could barely walk after her ordeal. Still, with the threat of Mikki hanging over her, she forced herself into a crawl towards the ropes.

She was amazed to reach the edge of the ring without retribution, until she turned her head to see Mikki shamelessly posturing for the crowd on the far side of the arena. The white-haired girl growled and grit her teeth in anger, more humiliated by that lack of respect than any low blow or submission hold could hurt her.

It was a massive invitation to attack from behind, and Diane was sorely tempted to take it. However, she knew she needed a few more seconds of recovery time, and she still didnâ€t want to stoop to Mikkiâ€s level of crassness.

Instead, the Brit hauled herself up against the ropes and pulled a contemptuous face. “Sorry, should I find you a mirror? Since youâ€re so in love with yourself,” she called out across the ring.

Engaging every muscle in her toned body, Mikki soaked in the jeers of the crowd, while she postured. With a tooth-laden smirk, the self-proclaimed “ultimate grappler” did her best to make her muscular figure strain against her ring gear. Even members of the audience who would have admired such a display, however, had already turned against Mikki for the her long series of cheap shots, her blatant disregard for the rules of the ring and her lack of respect for her opponent.

As she stood there, taking it all in, it became obvious that the reaction was what really mattered, to Mikki Wylde. The nature of the reaction, the massive disapproval coming her way, wasn't important. Mikki's muscles, glistening with sweat, seemed to flex even tighter, as the crowd jeered her.

When she turned around, however, that cocky veneer cracked, a bit. Head rocking back, a bit, hair swaying wildly, Mikki seemed geniunely shocked at the sight of Diane, getting back to her feet. Diane's taunts put a smirk back on the face of the “Wylde Childe,” however. She knew Diane was spirited, and to see her sticking up for herself after the low blow/crab combination, a sequence that would have left a lesser woman mewling on the mat much longer.

“The 'Ultimate Grappler' responds to power,” Mikki said, in response, her hair and body shaking with her signature theatricality. “And this body, is the temple in which power lives!” Taking a few slow, measured steps towards her opponent, Mikki raised both arms. Palms turned towards Diane, fingers wriggling tauntingly, feet planted firmly on the mat. “Now come, march yourself up to the temple, and test your might, against the warrior!” Mikki stood aggressively, grinning like a madwoman, as she waited to see if Diane would answer her challenge to the test of strength.

“Well, youâ€ve certainly mastered the third person,” Diane muttered somewhat snarkily, rolling her eyes. The white-haired wrestler roused herself, though, when she saw Mikki shaping up for a test of strength. This was really putting the ball in Dianeâ€s court - backing down would seem cowardly, but going toe-to-toe with Mikki was all but asking for a smack down. Diane did not want to seem weak, but by the same token she didnâ€t want to eat canvas either. Mikki was testing, alright.

“Alright…” Diane, still aching from her punishment at Mikkiâ€s hands, pushed forwards off the ropes and began to stalk towards her tall opponent. She stretched her arms in readiness for a grapple.

“Letâ€s see if we canâ€t bring down those temple walls, then,” she replied in her stoic British accent. Diane held her hands up high, shaping to link up with Mikki.

She wasnâ€t quite so reckless as to try to test her strength against Mikki, though. She would try to get the blonde committed in a high grapple, before suddenly bursting forwards, trying to duck under Mikkiâ€s arm and grab her head from behind. Being in grappling range of the Wylde Childe was a risky proposition, so Diane at least wanted to try and get a more advantageous position out of it.

As Mikki watched Diane approach her from the ropes, she couldn't help but grin in anticipation. The grin on Mikki's face tightened into a smirk, as Diane stepped forward. Her boots seemed to knead the mat, soles picking up and re-planting themselves, as she settled into her stance. The “Wylde Child” felt more than comfortable with her chances, challenging Diane to the test of strength, and felt nearly giddy at the prospect of her posh opponent taking her up on the challenge.

Really, Mikki couldn't have asked for a more perfect foe, for her AFW debut. The prim and proper British woman was a stark contrast to the gaudy flash of color and muscle that Mikki brought to the ring. Putting her on the spot like this, however, was an extra thrill. She studied Diane's composed face, as she stalked forward.

Diane's stoic reply only served to deepen Mikki's grin, as the pair locked fingers. Arrogantly, the overbearing American gave herself fully to the grapple, right off the bat. She swooped over Diane's slightly shorter frame, ready to bring the full wrath of her over-muscled figure down on the pretty little Diane … Only to have everything swept out from beneath her feet, without warning.

“Gak!” Mikki grunted, as she threw her full body weight forward and found no resistance to it. Diane ducked beneath her with an agiliyt the “ultimate grappler” was hardly prepared for. As Diane took firm hold of Mikki's head from behind, jerking her and throwing the powerful woman off her balance, there was little she could do. Arms flailing forward wildly and uselessly, Mikki could only struggle impotently, with her toned figure struggling to keep any sort of balance as Diane suddenly took control of the action.