Georgia Flynn debut - vs. Abattoir

There was something satisfying about the feeling of a solar plexus knee landing. The way the flesh yielded only to a certain point, maybe. A nice meaty thunk noise. Perhaps it was just the knowledge of what an advantage it gave whoever could pull it off.

Either way, Georgia was no longer swinging at her so much as she was flailing in an effort to get Abattoir back to a comfortable distance. The nak muay obliged, letting one arm go, then spun around the other girl's side and...unexpectedly, she grabbed a headlock, pushing up with her hips and trying for a standard headlock takedown so she could maintain the hold.

The crowd's roaring gradually hushed into a shocked murmur. Somewhere along the line, Abattoir had apparently learned how to chain wrestle. Granted, her technique was rather sloppy and her idea of a transitional hold involved kneeing the shit out of her partner, but it was not at all what they'd come to expect from a girl whose chief exports were kicks and lighttubes.

The last thing Georgia was expecting from a girl like this was to get stuck in a headlock and flipped onto her back, and, judging from the noise from the crowd, they weren't expecting such a basic wrestling move either.

Luckily, while her striking wasn't up to par, Georgia's wrestling skills very much were. She quickly kicked her legs up, trying to catch them around Abattoirs neck, so she could pull the masked girl down to the mat and leave her trapped in a headscissors!

Abattoir cranked on the headlock for about two seconds, and then the counter came. It was fairly standard; Georgia had seized her head between both knees and pulled her off. The nak muay squirmed in the scissor hold, turning from side to side to loosen Georgia's grip, and then tried to kip up out of it. No dice. Okay, time to remember what she'd learned...

Carefully, she leaned back, bringing her legs up over her head - the crowd was in for some serious disappointment, as she wore compression shorts under the skirt - and then began to rotate around in the hold, ending up with her shoulders facing toward the other girl. She planted her palms on Georgia's knees and then slowly, impossibly, pushed herself upright into a handstand. Her full weight was on the knees, forcing them apart, and when she dropped back into a kneeling position, her head popped out of the scissors in a pendulum-like effect.

Red eyes gleamed triumphantly for a moment, and then Abattoir rolled back to her feet, beckoning Georgia on.

Well crap. Creepy masked girl knew more wrestling than her weird appearance let on. Considering wrestling was more her bread and butter, this was worrisome.

Still, Georgia quickly got up to her feet, quickly sidestepping, circling around Abattoir, arms raised as she looked for some kind of opening. Thinking fast, she stepped in, as if going for a lock up, only to dash back if Abattoir took the bait, opening her up for a dropkick attempt!

Feeling the months of hard work pay off was satisfying indeed. Still, no reason to let it go to her head; chances were pretty good her opponent was still better than her at straight technical wrestling, and Abattoir had never seen overconfidence pay off for anybody.

She backed off to let Georgia up to her feet, then resumed circling for a moment until the other girl stepped in to re-engage. Relishing the opportunity to get some more mat time in, Abattoir lunged - only to be met with a dropkick! It had been a trap to get her to overextend, and now that she was off balance, the attack sent her down to the mat. The nak muay landed on her side, not 'in pain' so much as 'annoyed' - if she'd been thinking in her usual striking-based mindset, she would've been watching for just such a tactic. It was all well and good to get better at matwork, but she had to work it into her mindset too. Just switching from one style to another wasn't going to be good enough.

Ah, the old "trick em into getting dropkicked"...trick. As awkwardly named as it was, it was still a trusty old truck, one that worked more often than it didn't.

"Did you think it would be that easy Aba...Aboti...Creepy Mask Girl!?"

Georgia, yelled, having some trouble with the nak muay's name, before moving to follow up, taking a two step start before jumping up into the air, kicking both legs out to try and land a double leg drop on Abattoir's side!

Abattoir was already starting to roll onto her side when the leg drop came. She pushed off hard and rolled the rest of the way, barely clearing the bottom of Georgia's boots by a centimeter at best. Any closer and she would've been clobbered.

There would be a moment of recovery though, and that was when she had to try punishing the miss. Clamping down on one of the other girl's boots, Abattoir used the handhold as a sort of fulcrum to push up and try to swing out a kick at Georgia's ribs (or, if her arm was still down, her shoulder). It was oddly graceful considering its improvised nature, like doing a sideways plank into a gymnastic move, but the risk was considerable; if she missed with all this momentum she was going to be in a very bad position.

Georgia let out a small yelp as she landed right on her butt, the cushion that Abattior's body should have provided vanishing at the last second.

Normally, this would be upsetting. While she didn't like to brag, Georgia was considered, by herself and others, as being "pretty fucking hot", and her butt was one reason for it. Having it bruised or otherwise damaged would be embarrassing and bad for her reputation.

Luckily, or rather, not luckily, for her, Abattoir found a way to make her not worry about that! Like a true friend, the masked lady found a way to take her mind off her booty and attracting a girl/boy-friend by making her pay attention to their fun match!

Granted, the way she did this was by kicking Georgia in the ribs, hard enough to knock her onto her side and force her to roll away, coughing and rubbing her side, checking to make sure the point of her opponents boot digging in between her side didn't crack or break a rib.

Abattoir rubbed at her chestbone as she rose. The dropkick had been a harsh reminder not to stray too far from what she was good at. Now, as Georgia rolled away and coughed in pain from her improvised roundhouse kick, the nak muay knew it was time to get back in her wheelhouse and stay there. The last thing she wanted was to get outwrestled and flash-pinned while trying to demonstrate her developing abilities.

Red eyes watched, hawklike, over the mask as she stalked her opponent, waiting for her to sit up. The second Georgia started coming upright, Abattoir hit the ropes and bounced off for her trademark running knee - an attempt at a brutal shot! It was probably too early to be thinking of victory, but Abattoir was a firm believer in stacking the deck as much as she could.

A quick revealed that, luckily, the kick hadn't done much damage to her ribs, letting Georgia sit up and start moving to try and get to her feet, keeping an eye on the waiting Abattoir. The masked girl had some decent grappling so far, but that kick showed that striking was more her thing than basic wrestling.

It was lucky the half Irish girl wasn't more injured, as she was able to see the masked fighter run towards the ropes as she pushed herself up to her feet, running at the girl and meeting her halfway, kicking her leg up and turning her body, trying to smack her calf into the girls chest with a calf kick!