Avery Shields vs. Blossom Fields - Rookie Showdown!

Once again, Avery found Blossom resorting to raw strength. The redhead found herself impressed as she was once again dislodged early from her cross mount, however, the escape wouldn't be quite as much of a surprise this time. The tattooed fighter sprung to her feet with ease as Blossom went into her roll. Avery knew she had to keep the pressure applied; she had to come at Blossom with something even more unexpected.

But what? It had to be something fast and awesome... Something downright sexy.

In truth, the choice was almost easy for the brash teenager.

However, time was of the essence. Avery would become fury in motion. The youth broke into a sudden and brief dash, heading straight for the nearby ropes and leaping straight up. Avery would land--with what was clearly practiced grace--directly on to the top of the three ropes, balancing herself only for a split second before using the momentum to launch herself much higher into the air. Her target this time was Blossom herself!

"Wooooooooo!"

Her timing seemed perfect; the girl had just began to raise from the mat. If her gamble paid off, Avery would collide--or in this case land--directly on top of the brunette's shoulders. The redhead's hips would thrust fully into Blossom's poor face as Avery's ankles locked and her thighs came to clamp like a vise tightly around the girl's head and neck. The burden of Avery's weight wouldn't linger long, however, as the daring redhead went into a swift backwards flipping motion of a hurricanrana; yanking and twirling her opponent right along for the ride. The result would drive Blossom head first into the mat before Avery's form followed; her mean legs finally snapping open from their harsh snare.

It was a risky and, in Ave's case, a very potent maneuver but just how much would it pay off?

Blossom's matches often had a bit of an...intimate aspect to them. While she was perfectly capable of fighting a straight, normal match, this was the AFW, and a little intimacy was both unavoidable, expected, and in Blossom's case, appreciated. She had a very strong interest in the female body, especially female bodies that were rubbing up against her own female body.

Despite that , she hadn't expected to end up between Ave's legs. Not so early, at any rate, but as Blossom spun around and saw the redheaded rebel headed towards her with open legs, she couldn't help but crack a little smile. She knew what was about to happen and what to do about it.

Sure enough, Ave's legs came around her head and trapped her neck in a vise, pouring on the pressure with powerhouse thighs. She gasped into Ave’s inner thigh as the wind was forced from her throat...but she held firm, knowing she'd have just one chance to get this right.

"Going..."

Blossom planted her feet to establish her base, then dropped down, trying to pull Ave straight down as she jerked into the hurricanrana, looking to counter the move and turn it into a fierce sitout powerbomb. Not her usual style, but she didn’t usually have women on her shoulders, either.

"...down!"

"...! W-Whoa!"

It quickly became clear to Avery that things were not about to go as planned. Though her landing was flawless, it seemed Blossom had been more prepared for the redhead's assault than Avery expected. The tattooed cutie's brown eyes would go wide as her opponent stole her momentum; capturing Avery firmly before driving the young girl straight to the mat into a powerbomb. An audible gasp would leave Ave's lips as she was slammed--back and shoulders first--into the ring with a thunderous bang. The youth's freckled features scrunched in pain as Avery remained crumpled within Blossom's lap along the mat.

Totally nailed that one, Ave...

The disappointing thought didn't much help with the pain. The powerful reversal had clearly knocked some wind out of Avery's sails!

Blossom couldn't help but wince as she slammed Ave down, even though she was the one dishing out the damage. Her freckled friend seemed like such a nice girl, and a big part of her hated to snatch the rug out from under her like that...but an far, far bigger part of her wanted to cinch her first real victory and take it clean. Somehow, though, she doubted the new girl would hold it against if she got a little rough, though. If the dulling pain in Blossom's side was anything to go on, they were playing for keeps. Painful keeps.

So, she had Ave down and between her legs. Stunned for the moment. What now?

Blossom wouldn't insult her by even trying for a pin. No, she stood up instead, letting Ave's legs fall off her shoulders as she rose. She reached down and grabbed her by the arm, then hauled her up to feet. A little awkward with the height difference, but doable, and once she was up, Blossom twisted around with an Irish whip to send her. Her goal? To send Ave into in the corner and make her stay there for as long as possible.

Ugh, she got me good...

The sprawled out youth couldn't help but give Blossom some credit as the haze began to lift from her ringing skull. The respite was short lived, however, as the brunette shifted Avery briefly on the mat before raising; and dragging the redhead right up with her. Wasting little time, Blossom would hurl Avery's brightly-colored tattooed form into an Irish whip directly into one of the corners of the ring.

Avery, for the time being, really didn't have much choice in the matter!

The redhead would make her best attempt at a stutter-stop before finally swinging her momentum around to so she could splash back-first--rather then face-first--into the waiting turnbuckles. Regardless, the material and metal would give a satisfying, squeaking, crunch upon impact as Avery's hardened physique finally slumped and eased against the ropes for support.

... Ow.

It was a pretty resounding ow in her mind. Trust me.
Avery had a feeling this was exactly where she didn't want to be...

Blossom knew how matches flowed. She had the advantage for now, yes, but that could change in a heartbeat, especially when you have someone at  Ave's skill level. When this was over, she'd have to ask the redhead where she picked up these skills so early on. Last she checked, they didn't hold MMA classes in your average public school. She would have attended if they did.

Whatever the case, Ave was good, but not invincible, and Blossom was about to prove that. She started moving back the moment the irish whip was released, making it to the middle of the ring by the time she crashed into the turnbuckle. Target sighted, move selected, body ready for impact.

Go.

Blossom charged forward with a full run, making a beeline for the corner. She jumped right before they collided, spun around, and crashed back first into Ave's chest, making sure to hit with her back first, right into Ave's chest.

Avery had been, unfortunately, correct. This was totally not where she wanted to be.

Once again, the entire ring would quake as Blossom's stout figure collided with Avery's cornered form. Blossom's body would completely crush the teenager against the turnbuckles as Avery gave a cringe worthy gasp. As the pair soon settled from impact, Avery's couldn't help but sag gingerly against the brunette's shorter frame, making a slow decent as her knees buckled beneath her. The redhead's gloved hands grasped at the only solid thing in front of her--Blossom--as she slumped to a seated position. The shorter girl wasn't likely feeling so short now as, ironically, Avery's pretty, little, head was now level with and just inches from the other girl's curvaceous butt. In a winded daze, Avery's fingers would tugged stubbornly, but also harmlessly, at the hips of Blossom's wrestling singlet as the youth's pretty, red hair, covered her face in a sweat-matted mess.

Ha... She's going to murder me if I let her keep this up...

A light sheen of sweet covered the Avery's skin now as it became clear that Blossom had, in fact, turned the momentum around. The resolute little brunette was doing some damage of her own!

Since Blossoms' style revolved mostly around suplexes and  throws, the less time she spent with her feet off the ground, the better. In theory.

In practice, she was starting to find that it paid to keep your toolkit filled, even with a few things you don't typically need. Like a good leaping move to use while you have your opponent in in a corner. Perfect for bringing the big girls down to size.

Blossom turned around and stepped back, admiring her handiwork on Ave. She sat there, slumped on the turnbuckle, open to all sorts of things...but there was one thing that popped into Blossom's head the quickest. Her Japanese still needed some work, but she knew there were some fans cheering for it, too. A rare opportunity staring her in the face? Could she really let this go? Nope, nope, nope.

Blossom backed all the way to the middle of the ring, then ran forward, leaped up, spread her legs and came down on her with a Bronco Buster! Definitely not her style and not too sportmanslike, but she was really starting to get her wildside out with this match. She had the feeling Ave wouldn't mind too much.

The sudden eruption from the crowd was more then enough warning for Ave; Blossom was about to pull off something big or something crazy. Maybe both. The winded redhead cocked her head against the turnbuckle just in time for her to catch a glimpse of Blossom's, soaring, midair, form. Avery's pretty, brown, eyes grew wide with nothing less than horror at the sight of Blossom's wide hips soaring her way.

"... Oh, shi--mmngh!"

The teenager's words were quickly muffled away into Blossom's crotch as the brunette began to pound and thrust away. It became rather clear that Blossom had picked exactly what the crowd wanted to see as the entire arena seemed to go completely nuts at the spectacle. A goddamn bronco buster! Ave wanted to applaud the girl's guts... but given her current predicament, it was difficult to appreciate! Avery's freckled face flushed as she gasped and groaned against Blossom's heavy hips; whether she knew it or not, the girl's weight made the technique fairly devastating. The entire situation was simply overwhelming and, even worse, the brunette appeared to be finding a rhythm--her thrusts becoming more powerful--as the crowd continued to cheer her on. Ave wasn't positive but it certainly felt like Blossom was seriously getting into it. Which was not good news for Ave!

The youth continued to get throttled against the turnbuckle as the crowd seemed to be working itself into a feverish chant, imploring Blossom's sudden display!

Yeah, sure, Ave wouldn't mind... Bullshit!

To be fair, Ave had shoved her crotch in Blossom's face, too, with the hurricanarana. So, in a way, this was sort of just returning the favor and giving back as good as she got  That was the rationale which would get her to sleep, anyway.

At any rate, for all the unprofessional silliness of the move, it was fun to pull off, and the crowd certainly seemed to enjoyed the spectacle. She was hearing something she rarely heard, at least at this level. Applause. Uproarious, load, booming applause. Sure, she'd gotten handclaps before, that was nothing new. But she'd never managed to work up a crowd like this before. She was aware how the AFW crowd was and how they liked it when things got a little rough and dirty. She just never imagined getthing them all behind her would be as easy as rubbing her crotch in a girl's face.

Blossom gave Ave a few more thrusts before pushing up and holding her fists up in the air, soaking in the triumphant moment. These moments were for her, and she fully intended to savor it for as long as possible, backing away and doing a quick spin for the crowd. Ave would keep for a few seconds,