Avery Shields vs. Blossom Fields - Rookie Showdown!

Avery was definitely beginning to see a pattern here, Blossom seemed quite fond of tossing her all over the place. The colorfully tattooed youth was officially becoming much too acquainted to the eating the mat thanks to Blossom.

Still caught in a daze, Ave would have just enough time to wipe away some sweat stained hair from her face before her opponent hauled her up off the mat. As Blossom's bicep flexed tightly against the redhead's skull, the trapped young girl couldn't help but give an exasperated groan. This certainly wasn't the kind of headlock, or chokehold, she was use to. Blossom's coiled strength was naturally constricting but it was painfully obvious to Avery that a lot of the pressure was being applied directly to her skull as well.

"Nngh... O-Okay, ow! Oww!"

Avery tensed sharply against Blossom as she panted out her distraught and clearly flustered words. The gesture was spontaneous and also worthless--maybe amusing to Blossom--of course, but Avery's extreme discomfort was becoming apparent. With her head in a vise, the flustered redhead found herself writhing against Blossom's punishing form, each breath coming out of the teenager was heavy and clearly strained. With another groan, Ave's figure would sag heavily against the brunette as the redhead's knees began to buckle under Blossom's intense pressure. Stubbornly, Ave would grasp blindly at Blossom to maintain some kind of resistance.

However, the trapped fighter was quickly beginning to feel the distinction of being putty in Blossom's hands...

The sneaky, tricky side of Blossom couldn't help but have a little laugh at Ave's groan. It was satisfying to have her under control. Not in a mean sort of way, but the full feeling that came from testing her abilities against a tough opponent. The sort of thrill she'd been getting more and more of lately. First against Silver Ace, then against the busty Risty, now against Ave. Granted, she hadn't won those other two, but she enjoyed them, and she was still having a blast, here.

"I'd say sorry, but..." She gave another flexed, giving the pressure just one more notch. "Wouldn't exactly be true."

Okay, she had Ave locked down, but Blossom knew her well enough to guess that'd be temporary. Ave was every bit as hot as her burning hair, and the long Blossom held on, the more likely it was that she'd get burned. Bad. Like with a knee to the gut or an elbow to the face. There was no way Ave would be the first girl in AFW history to tap out to a headlock, but it did give Blossom some options, including a move she'd never tried before.

"And down you..." She fell back hard, kicked her legs out, and tried to slam Ave's head into the mat with a DDT. "...go!" Old school, but effective.

So, the short brunette had a little sass in her after all? Avery wanted to smile at the taunt but given the way the current situation was escalating, it wasn't exactly feasible.

As Blossom suddenly shifted her weight, Ave braced herself for the inevitable. Easily pulled down to the mat, Avery found her head drilled directly into the waiting canvas as Blossom dropped backwards--planting the redhead into a DDT. The momentum on impact alone was enough to jolt and swing the tomboy right back off the mat as she crumpled awkwardly to sit on her knees. Ave would grasp her throbbing head, her freckled face scrunched in discomfort, though the strong willed girl stubbornly refused the urge to simply sprawl over along the mat.

The pain was sharp and distinct but also shockingly sobering; like getting splashed by a bucket of ice water. Like any good shock to the system, Avery found herself suddenly desperate, alert, and angry--despite her pain. Sinking into her instincts, the young redhead grit her teeth as she felt Blossom begin to raise from the mat nearby. Exploding from her weakened state, Ave sprang to her feet before bounding straight up into the air as both of her legs shot straight out. The sudden drop kick would be aimed directly for Blossom's chest as Ave threw literally everything she had behind the spontaneous attack before crashing unceremoniously right back down to the mat!

Blossom had to wonder what drove Avery to the AFW in the first place. There were good leagues for MMA that she could have joined, even in Japan, places where her talents would have been right at home. Not that she wouldn't go far in the league with skills like this, but it begged a few questions. Ones she was looking forward to asking later.

She'd managed to get Avery down for the moment, now she had to work on keeping her there, and Blossom had to get over how incredibly resilient she was, too. She wasn't the heaviest wrestler, but she had more bulk to throw around then most, and a hit like that would have flattened even some of the tougher girls she'd gone against, but Ave was still holding on. Crumpled, but still upright. Nothing a good axehandle blow couldn't fix.

Blossom started to stand, ready to hammer Ave into the mat like a stubborn nail, but she found herself interrupted by a pair of feet in her chest.  A dropkick and a nasty one at that, though she couldn't imagine where Ave pulled it from. Not that knowing would have stopped the air from fleeing her body or kept her from getting knocked off her feet, and it really wouldn't have done a thing about the way she was writhing around in pain on the mat.

"Okay..." She managed to speak through the groans, even force a weak smile. "That was cool."

A solid hit! Avery managed a breathless sigh of relief.

As much as the young redhead wanted to give in to her weariness and take a moment to catch her breath, Ave knew she'd be missing her chance. The drop kick had laid Blossom out flat--much to the other girl's surprise gauging from her reaction. This was as good an opportunity as any to turn the tables back into Avery's favor.
Stubbornly and with no small effort, the determined girl forced herself up on to her knees before she flashed a surprisingly poised grin in reaction to her winded opponent's words.

Avery's actual response, however, would come in the form of a lunge. Looking to pounce directly on top of Blossom while she rested along the mat, the redhead's weight would splash rather gracelessly into her opponent. However, Avery would secure a mount with trained finesse as she quickly began attempt to shift Blossom into a front naked choke hold.
Pressing her body firmly against her opponent's, Avery's arms and legs quickly went to work. Having mounted the shorter girl's hips, her own legs quickly ensnared with Blossom's legs to hinder the other girl's leverage. Meanwhile, Avery's arm came to wrap around Blossom's shoulders, tightly embracing the shorter girl and squeezing the brunette's neck and chin towards her colorfully tattooed shoulder.

With a sweaty, freckled, cheek pushed firmly against the side Blossom's own cheek, there was definitely a certain intimacy to this position as Avery's ragged breaths reached the brunette's ear. However, it would likely be hard for Blossom to focus too much on that with the further discomfort of Ave's flexing biceps which threatened to choke the other girl right into oblivion.

Blossom had no clue what Ave would go for next, and as she laid on the floor and stared up at the stadium lights, a handful of guesses ran through her mind. She was down, she was vulnerable, and wide open to dozens of moves. With a girl like Ave, the options were endless. More grounding and pounding? A submission hold, like an arm bar or a leglock? Just stomp on her chest and hammer her into the mat? Anything would work at this point, and she knew it wouldn't be too long before she found out.

Sure enough, Ave was on her, but she wasn't going for any move Blossom recognized. It was a choke, but one done on Blossom's front instead of from behind, likely something she watched MMA more than a handful of time. That didn't make it any less effective, though - if anything, it just made the move more lethal. Not only did she have to deal with Ave's wiry strength, but gravity was working against her full-time.

There was also the none-too-subtle feeling of a toned and taut body rubbing against her own, pressing into her in all the right places. It was a wee difficult to get aroused when she couldn't breath, but even so, she was able to appreciate Ave's fine form in full. On the sly, she sneaked a quick kiss on her freckled cheek, a little something the audience wouldn't pick up on, but both of them would. Curious to see the reaction.

"1...!"

The referee's count drew her back to reality and got her mind off the hanky-panky. This was a nasty choke, but it was a pin, too, pressing Blossom's shoulder's down into the mat. She jerked up before the two count, but she was still in a bad position, and she could only think of one way to escape. Raw, brute force.

Blossom brought her arms out and started punching Ave in the side. She couldn't get much power in them like this, but she focused on the same areas and kept drilling her fists in, hoping to do enough damage before she passed out.

Blossom's punches were a mild discomfort. With Avery pressing herself firmly against her opponent, it was rather clear that the trapped brunette lacked the leverage or the space to properly land some solid hits. Ave flexed and squeezed Blossom even tighter, hardly relenting from the choke. The sudden kiss on the other hand was something else completely, however. The sensation of Blossom's lips brushing against her cheek was distinct if ultimately harmless.  

The young redhead couldn't help but feel herself fluster from her opponent's brazen gesture. Avery had been in her fair share of fights--even if this was her debut in the AFW--but this was the first time an opponent had retaliated with a kiss, of all things! The nineteen-year-old found her emotions buzzing. Most of all, however, Blossom's kiss struck Avery as incredibly bold--to the point of being cocky--especially given their current circumstances. As her freckled cheeks began to burn hotly, the competitive youth knew for the sake of her pride this was something she could not choose to simply ignore.

Suddenly releasing her grasp on Blossom, Avery would spring to sit upright atop the pinned brunette. With an eager lack of hesitation, the tomboy immediately attempted to drill Blossom in the face with a punishing, clenched, fist. Following in rapid succession, the fiery redhead would begin to methodically pound away at her opponent's exposed head and face with several blows. It was a shame to discard a perfectly good choke hold but Avery felt justified in her sudden righteous fury.

Innocent intentions or not, Blossom probably had this coming to her after that little stunt.

Blossom's previous matches always had a level of intimacy, even at their most serious. She knew the swing of things. Things would be intense and competitive, but there was always a sexy undercurrent beneath it all. This was the AFW, after all. Sooner or later, intimacy always played a role.

So when Ave sat up, Blossom was expecting the kiss to be reciprocated. Just a little playtime. Instead, she got one of the hardest punches of her life, right on the nose. Another one followed, smacking her head against the canvas with the impact, and she just managed to get her arms up for a meager defense in time to block the next.

Okay, so, maybe the kiss wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. Not the worst, that was reserved for her notion of coming to matches barefoot when she started out. But the kiss was down there.

Another blow, and another, each harder than the last, wearing away at her guard and battering her about, She was under Ave. Again. It was easy to remember why that was such a bad thing, too, even with the hard punches rattling her brain. It was all she could do to plant her feet and bridge, flipping Ave off and buying precious time.

She grabbed the ropes and scrambled up to her feet as fast as she could manage. All she needed to do was keep the fight vertical and catch her breath, then she could land something solid and end things. Hopefully before Ave gave her a concussion.

Bucked from her mount, Avery was sent into a brief tumble along the mat. To her credit, Blossom had managed another narrow escape. On the other hand, Ave had managed to do some damage with a combination of solid hits before the brunette could free herself. Despite her gloves, Avery felt a satisfying sting at her knuckles; the sensation only enhanced the redhead's fiery spike of adrenaline. Ave was certainly aware of some of the more eccentric things that went on in the AFW. However, she had not expected to be exposed to anything too absurd in her debut. Thankfully, Blossom's gesture was relatively minor.

Regardless, inside the ring, Avery was a fighter. She simply reacted with the emotion that came most natural to her. She wasn't here to kiss, she was here to win! Though the thought of both kissing and winning had an exciting novelty to it... This simply wasn't the time or the place. This girl had priorities!

One look at her winded opponent fumbling at the ropes said it all. Blossom was reeling, she was tired, and she was potentially off guard. This was the kind of thing the teenager fantasied about, but she never dreamed she'd actually be graced with a moment like this in her very first match. This was it. The opening Avery needed to take Blossom down for good!... If she didn't somehow screw it all up. The determined redhead hastily brushed the thought aside; she had no room for doubts now!

Blindsiding Blossom from behind, Avery would attempt to spring a single leg up and over the shorter girl's shoulder--as if attempting to leap into the saddle of a horse. From her delicate perch, Avery's murderous legs would scissor Blossom; clamping across her body and interlocking just under her opponent's armpit. With a sharp flex of her muscles, Blossom would find her head along with her captured arm both secured tightly in an figure-four headlock. The entire setup was intricate but over in a blink of an eye. With Avery's legs locked in their vise, the daring redhead was already throwing herself backwards. Swinging her weight and momentum into a flipping motion, Blossom would be yanked awkwardly right off her feet. Her destination would become painfully obvious, however, as Avery's hips and thighs remained clamped tightly, driving the trapped brunette head-first directly into the mat and bringing all of her opponent's weight to also come crashing down harshly upon her.

Well, this certainly wasn't your grandpa's hurricanrana! The young redhead had practiced this dramatic amalgamation--dubbed the Aveinator--countless times in perpetration for a moment like this. This was a wrestling ring, after all, and Avery was determined to make sure her finisher had some flourish! She really couldn't be expected to armbar or punch everyone into submission.

Now was the time to see if all of her hard work would actually pay off...

Blossom escaped, yes, but she had the sinking feeling that didn't mean she was out of Ave's woods. The girl was relentless, skilled, a ball frenzied, fighting fury, and there was just no stopping her when she was on a role.

Blossom started to turn around, wanting to keep Ave in her sight as much as possible, but she was given the bum's rush before she even had the chance. She had a bad feeling when she felt Ave's muscular, powerful leg on her shoulder. She got an even worse feeling when that leg locked up with another one, trapping her in a rough figure four with pressure pouring in from every side. This would have been bad enough all by itself, but Blossom had the sinking feeling that she'd only begun to feel the pain. And she was right. Oh, boy, was she right.

She gasped as Ave jerked back. That was it. That was all she had time to do as her body went flying, arms and legs flailing around. She could hear the audience roar, and she hardly blamed them - this had to look cool as hell, whatever the name for it was. It looked sweet from her vantage point, too, but she knew what was coming along with it.

Sure enough, her head hit the mat with resounding force and sent shockwaves throughout her body. Blossom had never seen a move like this before, but whoever taught it to Ave, they'd done a good job. It seem like every bone down her spine was screaming in pain, rippling through every tendon, tearing at every nerve. Blossom fell to the mat, still conscious, but a quivering mess and served up well for the three count. Ave could probably have gotten a twenty-count, if she wanted to.