Chelsea vs Michiko Debut match

Following the two count Chelsea immediately drove her arm up to break the pin and pushed Michiko off her to create space. She was still breathing heavily but she was much better off then before.

Pulling away Chelsea would wait it out to see if Michiko would try something she could counter to take the figh from her.

Michiko sat up, her face in total awe as she set in front of Chelsea. She shook her head in absolute disbelief and shouted "No! I had you beat!" Michi looked totally frustrated as she turned to look at Chelsea, then looked angry. "I had you beat! This isn't fair!" She then went to pounce on top of the girl to try hitting her with messy punches and strikes to her face and head! She was desperate now. Totally and utterly desperate. She wanted so much to win that it clouded her judgment and turned any of her fancy moves into graceless punches. She didn't care what it took now. Michiko knew she had to win!

Michiko didn't appreciate her kicking out in the slightest, she went berserk and began charging her and unleashing a flurry of punches that would have taken her down if they weren't so sloppily done.

Some did hut but she simply put her guard up and reduced most of what she was attempting rather easily before  sending her foot up to hit her side to stop her attack and move in with some quick jabs of her own.

Michiko wasn't much of an actual fighter, this much she knew. And normally she never stooped down to those levels, but when she was frustrated, she made dumb decisions. She knew most of her punches were ineffective, and when she took a kick to the side and Chelsea got on top of her, she knew that she had messed up. The first two jabs hit Michi in her face, but Michiko blocked the other and tried thrashing to buck Chelsea off of her. Then she yelled in a whiny, shrill voice, "This isn't fair! This isn't fair! You need to stay down!" She would then start to throw back more punches of her own, hoping at least one of them had a little bit more intelligence behind it than the rest.

Michi was running on pure adrenaline, finding a new surge of energy despite all the pain and all the lack of air. This might be her last stand, but she'd try to make it count. Michiko knew she was scary when she was mad, sometimes. She just hoped that this time she was scary enough to get a win off of it.

This girl was a port brawler which suited Chelsea just fine as she was a pretty good brawler. "Don't tell me what I should be doing!" Chelsea said as she blocked one punch and drove hers into Michiko's chest then while trying to get her down would move in and tag her belly with another punch.

Unfortunately some blows were hitting her and she was feeling them so rather then risk any more damage Chelsea would drive her knee up to make her bend over and grab her head to send her down into a ddt."

Despite Michiko's attempt at offense, when the punch sunk into Michiko's chest, then her stomach, she was out of fight. She took the knee hard and then was sent down in a DDT. Michi had no more words. Her thoughts blurred as she laid facedown on the ground. She moaned in pain. She felt as though her victory might have escaped her, but her mind was swirling, unable to focus on such a thing. Michi slowly picked up her head, trying to focus as she took deep, painful breaths. She should have expected she couldn't just fight back against the redhead with her fists, but she felt helpless to do anything else. And now it may have cost her big time.

After the ddt hit Chelsea stood up and looked down at the exhausted blonde, she looked defeated but Chelsea wouldn't make the same mistake as her opponent and just assume she was down she was going to finish her off.

Going towards the nearest role Chelsea would climb up it and look down at her opponent to make sure she hadn't moved yet before jumping off to crush her with her finisher the Loski splash.

By the time that Michiko could get her mind focused, she squinted at the lights on the ceiling of the arena. She glanced around, her mind still somewhat of a fog, and by the time she found Chelsea, the girl was flipping in the air and crashed on top of her with her 450 splash! Michiko let out a loud gasp of pain as her body jerked up from the impact before falling back down on the mat, her breathing extremely strained as she barely knew where she was all over again, face totally red from the match she's been through. For a change, Michi couldn't even think about victory. Her mind was entirely focused on trying to breath and struggling with that.

Rotating in the air as she jumped off Chelsea succesfully turned a full 450 before crashing down on Michiko's belly. Her own stomach felt the impact so she knew that had to be the decisive blow, she couldn't imagine having to throw more at her before finishing things.

Pulling her leg up she instructed the ref who came down to start the pinfall and hopefully put this match to rest.

Michiko still had trouble breathing. Her body trembled underneath Chelsea as her every muscle was throbbing in agony. The poor blonde girl couldn't even think about kicking out at this point, no matter how much she may have wanted to.

"ONE!

TWO!

THREE!"

The three count was made, and Michiko could barely notice it in her haze. And when she did, the look in her eyes of complete sadness overtook her. The loss hurt worse for Michiko than any pain in her body right now.