Lucy Grange vs Shinji Okazaki

Lucy couldn't believe she let Shinji get the drop on her like that, perhaps during all her sparring she got lax in one thing. Not taking into account different people fought in different ways, not everyone was a big person. Most guys in Tension were, but not all of them. The British girl felt a little angry at herself, but of course it was mostly aimed at the enemy as her old man had taught her.

After getting back up while using the ropes for leverage Ms Grange would lightly crack her neck, it was time to get back to work. "Okay you got that one, but this girl's got a few tricks from school to show....." Lucy said, normally trash talking wasn't her thing. But her team wasn't around to berate her for this.

Now Shinji looked ready, rushing at him didn't seem like the best course. Even if that was Ms Grange's main gimmick of being in your face and hitting you over and over, no this called for some tact. Taking a deep breath before moving, just to be on the safe side. Suddenly the Brit would then run right at her opponent, and right past him. That was just the start, Lucy went into a handstand. Bouncing her legs off the ropes behind her opponent, and using the momentum to propel herself backwards in a handspring back elbow ala Tajiri. That would knock Shinji on his ass for certain.

Shinji was quick. He wasn't strong and tough, but he was pretty damn fast. When Lucy barreled at him, the crossdresser darted to the side. He wheeled around expecting to hit Lucy with something devastating only to be rocked himself. Two beautiful legs bounced off the ropes and gave Lucy the momentum of a wrecking ball. And this particular wrecking ball slammed right into Shinji. His eyes were wide- he had not seen this coming at all and even with his hands up, he couldn't do anything about it.

He cried out as he was sent cruelly to the mat. While they were about the same size Lucy had all the momentum behind her. In the physics sense and in the wrestling sense. Shinji skidded to a halt somewhere near the center of the ring. The elbow connected with his jaw and rocked his wold. He could barely move his mouth let alone hit Lucy with some brilliant comeback for her taunt.

Shinji pressed to get up and get back in the match, but he simply couldn't. He was in too much pain. So the crossdresser opted to look up at the lights, which were oh so pretty...

Shinji might wonder what just hit him, it wasn't a car or a wrecking ball. It was a flying British schoolgirl, and one that knew what she was doing. In addition to studying wrestling her old man had her take up gymnastics too, so that she could perform the jaw dropping acts of agility that she so relied on in her battles.

And her opponent was going to feel that in the morning, regardless of if he actually won or not. Lucy wasn't going to let that happen if she could help it, and that attack just tilted the odds in her favour. That was what the British girl could do, all she needed at times was just one strike. One well placed blow and the enemy was on their ass.

After landing Ms Grange would get on her knees and look down at Shinji, grinning while moving a strand of her hair out the way. It was always fun in nailing the enemy, after taking a second to admire her handiwork Lucy would plop herself down on Shinji for a pin. She knew that there wasn't any way it was going to end this early, but it would help send the message. That Lucy was setting the pace.

Shinji could never be accused of being overflowing with pride, but this pin attempt hurt him. The ref girl didn't even get to one before Shinji kicked out. He was a pushover, sure, but he wasn't that much of a pushover. He was still a wrestler, dammit, and it would take more than like two moves to put him down for the count. Shinji rose up, filled with fire now.

He didn't say anything. The boy needed to focus if he wanted to pull off this next move. A whirling ball of crossdressing rage launched itself towards the side of the ring as soon as Shinji fully erected himself and leaped onto the top rope. Shinji's minuscule size was usually a massive disadvantage in the wrestling ring, but it let him soar to the top rope with ease here. Then the lilliputian lover would springboard off the top rope and launch at Lucy.

Most wrestlers would have attempted a kick or a punch or something that would otherwise signal serious offense. Shinji was still a rank neophyte, and it didn't occur to him to use anything other than his bodyweight as he sailed through the air, trying to make contact with Lucy. Spittle flew from his mouth as his face contorted into a goofy smile. While this was probably not going to be effective, it sure was fun.

Lucy knew that this wasn't going to get her the win, in Tension you had to at least be able to take a beating. Even the stagehands had to be like that, still it was going to send the message well and clear enough to Ms Grange's crossdressing enemy. And it seemed that Ms Grange was able to kick Shinji so to speak, seeing as how he'd managed to kick out.

What the British girl didn't expect though was for Shinji to burst out so quickly, she expected her opponent to roll away and clutch his jaw in pain. Lucy's eyes went wide and she made to get up to her feet, to try and keep on her enemy. But that was playing right into Shinji's gameplan, who had promptly lept off the ropes. It seemed that it was a game of one upping the other, when it came to the ropes.

Ms Grange knew she'd only have time to make a block, and so she got her arms up to cover her head in an attempt to try and ward off whatever attack Shinji used. But it wasn't a punch or a kick, it was spittle. That wasn't something Lucy had encountered before, so how could she have dealt with it.

Being taken by surprise Lucy hit the ground with Shinji on top of her, and realization set in among the pain in Ms Grange's back. She quickly aimed to bitch slap and punch her opponent in the head a good couple of times while her face contorted into a wince, the British girl had to admit. She felt a tad disgusted, certainly hadn't had that happen to her before in the squared circle.

Shinji was happy. For a time. His awkward ungainly move and knocked Miss Grange to the turf. But it didn't really keep her down as an awful bitch slap and a few sharp punches attested to. Rather than press his advantage Shinji held the places where Lucy made contact with him and backed off. He stood up and looked at her. The boy was truly hurt. This was supposed to be a moment of triumph, where he launched at her and she went down and that was all. But it wasn't. The crossdresser was now in pain.

The crowd howled their disapproval towards the boy. They were usually fans of what was called 'ryona' and they usually wanted to see the guy rock the girl. Shinji fell waaaaay short of Killer King and the litany of fantastic wrestlers Tension had to offer and he was well aware of that. But the booing and the jeers stung.

Shinji looked up at them and turned his back on Lucy. Why did they have to be like that? Didn't they like his move? It required athleticism and gusto and what it lacked in skill it had sheer force of will in spades. He didn't come out tonight to be mocked like some strumpet. The boy just wanted to be beautiful.

The crossdresser then turned back to Lucy and crouched into what might pass as a wrestling stance. Whatever. He was still going to fight, come what may.

Well despite the pain in Lucy's back she was relived to her opponent off of her, that was never a good place for the British girl considering that most of her enemies had a height and/or weight advantage. Didn't matter who you were or how you swung, in the fight you always wanted to be the one on top.

Maybe it was because Ms Grange was feeling a bit angry at Shinji, putting it behind her strikes. Well whatever it was it certainly worked, Lucy kept her eyes on the enemy as he backed away. And wiping her arms on the schoolgirl uniform, that was going to need a wash tomorrow. The young Brit felt a tad embarrassed now too, but as she got up Lucy took in a couple of deep breaths. Her old man would tell her she was getting worked up, and that was never good. You could get sloppy and make mistakes.

Upon standing to her full height Lucy rubbed her back with one hand, and would then crack her neck slightly. "Alright pretty boy, you got lucky there. But this is just starting. Time to show you what my old man taught me." Ms Grange muttered. Lucy knew she needed to get into this, start setting her pacing for the fight.

Only she decided it was time for a different approach, usually Lucy would rush at the enemy like a relentless martyr. But maybe discretion could be the better part of valour, and so after taking a couple of steps forward Ms Grange was going to put her hands out in front for a test of strength lockup. It'd be a good chance to see if Shinji was packing any muscle under the dress, plus he'd get close. Which was just where Lucy wanted the enemy.

Whenever a rival cracked their neck, Shinji felt like he was in a movie. Like an action movie, or some psychological thriller. The crossdresser often felt like he was neither the primary protagonist nor the villain. Usually he felt like some unknown mook who was thrown into the grinder. At least Lucy thought he was pretty, which caused the boy to smile. As she barreled toward him, the smile quickly faded as his opponent barreled towards him like a bat out of hell.

Soon enough, his opponent was upon him. Instead of going for some punch or kick that surely would have bowled him over, Lucy had the relative mercy of offering him a test of strength. The problem was Shinji had all the power of flan in a cupboard and felt himself getting pushed back.

Shinji could not abide this. He wanted to be strong so desperately, but his body just didn't have the frame for it. He was getting pushed back more and more and Shinji did not like it one bit. He grunted and sweated from exertion and tried to really dig in. What little he found in terms of strength he brought forward.

"Come on, come on..." he muttered to himself.

Lucy had done this sort of thing a couple of times, mostly in training for the hell of it. She knew what she was, she wasn't the tallest or heaviest girl around. And considering that she spent more time in Tension than friction as of late, there wasn't much point in giving it a go. Shinji however was the exception to this, it appeared to be so. If the British girl was honest she'd expect the crossdresser to be able to at least use his male strength to put Lucy on notice.

That said thought Lucy was actually being dominant in this lockup, something that was rare for the schoolgirl. But there was a smirk growing on the face of Lucy, maybe in joy that she was excelling in this exchange. It was best to enjoy this now, after all in her next match the odds were that Ms Grange would lose again on the height/weight ratio.

After advancing forward in this hold for a couple of more steps Lucy felt the need to go for another move, to start asserting her control with a bold move. So with that in mind Ms Grange would suddenly move backwards and get onto her back, while planting her feet into Shinji's belly. The plan was to monkey flip him right into the centre of the ring, and get him looking back up at those lights again.

Shinji felt a surge of joy. Wait, he had moved Lucy back! How awesome! Shinji took another step forward and much to his chagrin the reason for Lucy's backward step was revealed. When the kick came into his gut Shinji let out a massive "Oof!" and was promptly sent up and over and crashing back down into the mat.

Shinji rolled over on his stomach and groaned. "Why did you do that...." he muttered. The audience applauded Lucy's cunning as Shinji was down. He planted his hands against the mat and tried to pull himself up and collect himself for whatever was coming next.

But alas the boy was soooooo slow. That is what a kick to the stomach would do to your average crossdresser and the boy was feeling it. He knew he would be a sitting duck if he didn't get up quickly, but the boy's movements were strained and awful....