Abbey Abraxas Vs. Nathan Weed

"Gh!"

Abbey growled when Nathan caught Abbey's hands, preventing her from locking in the camel clutch completely. She felt Nathan begin to slighter towards the ropes and she shook her head. "Think you can make it to the ropes, Nate?" She said with a smile. "I'm not going to make it easy for you!"

Abbey pushed up with her feet, enough to lift her off of Nathan and then she let gravity bring down her rear right back down Nathan's back.

When the weight lifted off of his back, Nathan seized the moment. He let go of Abbey's wrists and used his arms to start leopard crawling out from underneath her. But the relief was brief, and Abbey sent all of her weight crashing back down onto Nathan's lower back again. Nathan was instantly flattened, his chest folding down into his squirming arms, and his mouth expelled a surprised cough as he was brought to a full stop once again. Abbey didn't weigh all that much- just a couple handfuls of pounds more than Nathan himself- but it was quickly becoming crystal clear that she knew how to use what she had to maximum effectiveness.

"Alright, Nate."

Abbey said as she tried to spin around while sitting on Nathan's back. "You can keep those hands of yours. I don't need them." Abbey grinned. If a camel clutch wasn't going to work, she could try the next best thing- A Boston crab!

All she needed to do was get hold of those pesky legs of the scruffy boy!

...That was an odd sensation, having a butt spun on his back. All sorts of strange questions came to mind: wasn’t that uncomfortable? Didn’t that make the material ride up? And what were her bottoms made from that made them feel so smooth? Nathan even spent some of his waning energy to twist around and shoot Abbey a bewildered stare.

He was so occupied with these intrusive thoughts that Abbey had no trouble securing his legs under her armpits, and suddenly he found his himself bent back cruelly the wrong way. “AHHH!” The mat directly beneath his mouth vibrated with the force of his screams, but it was the crowd’s roar that shook the rest of the ring, rattling the ropes and turnbuckles with their support for Abbey and calls for Nathan’s downfall. His lower back spasmed in agony as he pressed his face to the mat, trying desperately to quell the alarm bells ringing in his brain.

During the entirety of this wrestling match, Daisuke was keeping a close and keen eye on this match. As soon as he heard about the scheduled event, the wrestling prince wanted to see Abbey in action.  Having wrestled and lost to her before, he wanted to see if this girl had actual wrestling potential or that win was just a fluke. There was also Nathan Weed, he partnered up with Daisuke in their PPV match recently.  

Daisuke carefully watched the entire bout, it would seem that it was about to reach its end as well. He was wearing a grey T-shirt and black training pants, rubbing his chin as he saw Abbey lock in that Boston crab "Hmm, looks like thats it. Guess she's not a fluke after all" he said, he was starting to show genuine respect for this girl- it was never easy to keep a winning streak in the league especially for a new comer.

*Sound of a door shutting*

The younger sibling arrived at the scene wearing a basic white tank top with orange stripes and black pants with her hair tied back in a pony-tail, noticing the final glimpses of the match that her brother was watching.

Spoiler:

"Oh, its her......you know you should do something about her. I think this is a perfect opportunity to screw her up and end that silly little win streak she's enjoying" Ami said casually to Daisuke.

Daisuke looked over towards her before sitting down on the couch and yawning while stretching his hands. "Forget her, she wont be a bother to us. There's really no point in going over to screw her over" he said trying to cover up his true reasons perhaps?

The supermodel was a bit surprised at her brothers reaction, she was infact frustrated that he did not agree with her ideas. She was the younger sibling, always pampered and couldnt take no for an answer as was her spoiled nature as being a Takeuchi, a younger sibling and a supermodel altogether.

She stomped her foot on the floor and gritted her teeth. "Hmph, I cant let that slide big brother, sometimes a younger sister has to look out for her brother against harpies like her!!" she pointed at the TV screen, with that she stormed outside the room.

"Ami, W-wait...what are you? Ugh..." before he could say anything, she was gone- slamming the door on her way. The wrestling prince sighed and shook his head while rubbing his forehead.

The supermodel stormed out from backstage towards the Tension arena, sprinting towards ringside but not entering the ring. She figured even if Nathan were to tap, if there was no referee there could be no winner. Ami then sneaked towards the referee and grabbed at his ankles before yanking at them to bring him down on his face, before dragging him out side the ring and clotheslining him to knock him out for a while. She planned to screw Abbey out of a win to give her a taste of her first loss.

She would have to be quick, the bluenette quickly folded a steel chair up and slid into the ring before running towards Abbey's back- hopefully Abbey would be blindsided and perhaps only the jeers of the crowd would somehow  give her the hint that something was wrong. Nonetheless, the supermodel would run towards Abbey's back and try to whack the steel chair as hard as she could on Abbey's mid back "TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH"she yelled as she attempted the strike.

Abbey settled down in the Boston crab. She was quite comfortable in this position and leaned back. She felt a little bad for Nathan, but not TOO bad. "It's ok, Nate. You put up a pretty good fight, but you can go on and tap." She said, trying to tease him a bit longer.

Abbey had no clue that Ami and Diasuke were on their way down. Even when Ami took out the referee, she was still clueless. it wasn't until Ami screamed that Abbey turned her head. Confused at recognizing a voice that had no business ringign obnoxiously in her ear.

"Eh-"

*crack*

"Gaaaahhhh!"

Abbey flopped off of Nathan and rolled on the canvas with teary eyes as she curled her arm around her body and tried to fight off the excruciating pain.

Tap? The Boston Crab certainly hurt, but Nathan wasn't finished, not by a long shot. He started his crawl toward the ropes, one arm in front of another, making pretty good progress. Then Abbey leaned back, sending a surge of fresh anguish through his body, and Nathan had to stop and take a moment to weather the pain. He grit his teeth and shut his eyes. He could do this. Endure, endure...

Then there was a loud, unexpected metallic *clap!* and, just like that, the pressure was gone. Nathan's legs fell heavily back to the mat, and, while Nathan was grateful for the relief, he was pretty sure he hadn’t grabbed the ropes yet. He opened his eyes and rolled onto his back.

There were still just three people in the ring. But, instead of a woman in a crew-cut and a zebra-stripe crop top, there was a beautiful, slim girl with long blue hair… and a wild look in her eyes. What’s more, she was standing menacingly over an incapacitated Abbey with a dented folding chair in her hands.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened. Judging from the expression on the newcomer’s face, though, it looked as though it was about to happen again. So, doing his best to ignore the twinge in his back, Nathan leaped to his feet and charged the assailant, grabbing at the chair legs with the intent to wrest it from her hands. “Stop, stop!” “Who are you?” could come later; for now, it was “What do you think you’re doing?”

With purpose in her heart, the purpose and intent to end Abbey's win streak, the supermodel smacked the chair hard against the womens back to knock her off Nathans back. The referee was down and out, and it was certainly a 'screw-job' event. Ami laughed fanatically with the chair in her hand as she smacked the chair down a couple of times on the ring canvas as she wanted to go for another chair shot.

The guy was almost back up on his feet, the poor guy was confused and had no idea on what was going on. Still, Nathan wouldnt want to win this way as he quickly tried to calm the situation and take that chair away from the supermodel.

"W-what?! L-let go!" she said kicking at his shin to yank that chair back towards her and swinging a fake shot at Nathan to back him off. She wasnt done yet, a chair-shot to the back wouldnt be enough to put this gigantic nerd wrestling girl out and Ami knew it.

The supermodel then put the chair down and hoped Nathan was a bit slow to react on this, Ami would then grab Abbey by the hair "Get up, bitch" she would hiss before pulling Abbey up and wrapping her slender arms around her opponents neck and dropping down on her butt, slamming her head down onto the steel chair for a DDT.

The supermodel would then get back up on her feet and point towards Nathan "YOU! What are you standing around like an idiot? PIN HER" she said pointing towards Abbey.

Meanwhile, Daisuke who was seeing this all unfold on TV backstage, knew that Ami being in the ring was a bad idea and wanted to bail his sister out. He had no idea what she was thinking!! Before anything bad happens, Daisuke wanted to get her out of there so he proceeded towards the arena.

Abbey was just on her hands and knee when Ami had roughly yanked her by the hair to a standing position. She only heard a little bit of the exchange through the pain she was experiencing and trying to focus on making go away.

She could only do as Ami commanded of her body and was dropped by the much smaller and lighter supermodel who employed gravity and steel to put Abbey into unconsciousness.

The shin kick wasn't anything that would have stopped Nathan on a normal day. Today, though, the kick connected with his ankle, hitting him in such a way that it reignited the damage that Abbey had done early on in their match with her submission hold. Nathan cried out and fell to a knee, clutching at his foot. Not for very long, but long enough that the new girl was able to crush Abbey head-first into the unforgiving steel of the chair. By the time Nathan had angrily regained his feet, Abbey looked like she was out. Damn it.

Nathan didn't respond to the girl's shrill badgering. Instead, he stepped in close and gripped her shoulders. It was his intention to move behind her and catch her in a hammerlock, something to keep the crazy woman compliant while the appropriate authorities could get to the ring. This match was over. He didn't know where the referee was, but when he found her, he would move for a no contest. It was a shame; now that it was over, he realized that he was enjoying the fight. Despite some hiccups and Abbey's quasi-blackmail, he thought that the match was going quite well.

"Abbey." He had to check. "Abbey, are you okay?" There was no response. He'd have to remember to ask for EMTs, too. He started to look around for the referee.