Johnny Laurence vs Krystyna Afineevsky: Eastern Girls and Western Boys.

Johnny Laurence hadn't been seen in an active role in the AFW in almost two years, so it was understandable that when his name was announced and his theme began to play, a lot of people were wondering 'Who the heck is this guy?' However, most of that time had been working at his father's horse raising ranch after his father had suffered an injury, and the rest was spent as a trainer in the AFW. So, despite his time away from the ring Johnny looked to be in great shape as he stepped through the curtain. Dressed with white wrestling pants with a running black horse on the side of each leg, he gave the somewhat confused crowd a brief two fingered salute and a smile. The soft starting notes that flowed into heavy rock were a contrast to most people's themes that just started one way and stayed that way, but he felt like it reflected his state of being these days: quiet, but able to build to an intensity that could shock those that didn't know him. Plus, he really did like the 300 movies. Even the newer...not so great one. Some wondered if he was some jobber who was going to be fed to a Tension star tonight. But the dark haired man was the step brother to Friction's Tiffany Laurence, a power based, head on fighter and grappler. He was a startling contrast to her, quick where she was strong, cunning where she was more in your face, and a far more precise striker than his brawling, heavy handed sibling. Now, Johnny was out to remind everyone that there were two Laurences who had joined the AFW.

Entering the ring, he had to admit, Tiffany was right. The AFW arena that Tension was held in was a far cry away from the dingy old high school that had been converted to the battle ground for Sex Wars. The one thing that had kept from coming back for so long was the...dirtiness of the mixed wrestling scene at the time. Not the hentai based element, but just the fact that while Friction was being held in a big arena with bright lights and such, the Sex Wars seemed like the AFW's dirty little stepchild that they kept in the basement. But the crowd, the arena here, it definitely matched the ones for Friction.

Bouncing lightly up and down on his feet to keep himself warmed up as his theme ended Johnny awaited the arrival of his opponent.
Hopefully they decided to do some background checks on people these days. Sex Wars was filled with more than it's share of psychopaths and criminals. he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair, waiting to see who his opponent was....

Spoiler:

Stirring about endlessly backstage, Krys' fevered pacing was causing the backstage workers to become dizzy from her incalculable laps. The Emerald Viper walking in circles in eager anticipation for her theme to begin and by extension begin mending her tarnished reputation after her bullshit loss to the perennial weakling BTM. It may have been due entirely to the well-timed interference from his meathead manager Killer King, but the damage had been done. And now whatever clout she earned by being one of the few woman to defeat Killer King cleanly was in serious danger of being nullified as a result. Her superiors in Moscow had voiced their displeasure with her showing that night. Krys knew full well that her official induction as an intel agent for the Spetsnaz hindered on the overall performance of her time here in Tension, and now they claimed her win over Killer King may have all been due to luck and nothing more...

...Krys snarled and stomped out the curtain once her ominous theme started play, eerie Russian vocals and deafening industrial metal booming from the speakers while images of decaying and radiated cities flashed across the titantron.

There was a piercing lethality to her emerald gaze as she waltzed towards the ring like woman on a mission, her fists clenched with nary the slightest sliver of attention given to the throngs of audience members at her sides. A slight fandom was growing for her thanks to her dethroning of King and in spite of her rather surly attitude. Not that she cared one inkling towards winning the crowd over, the Emerald Viper in an odd juxaposition where she had fans when she didn't really want any...

She rolled under the bottom rope and righted herself quickly, standing tall with her leather stealth suit clinging tightly to every curvature of her buxom figure. The zipper on her tactical outfit only reaching down far enough to offer a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, allowing room for her body to breathe in it's sweaty confines. She offered her bouncing opponent a brief but analytical staredown before imparting a dismissive "Hmpf" and returning to her corner with a flick of her blonde hair. She limbered up by stretching her arms upward in a feline-esque stretch, initially dismissing her opponent as another tactless and boorish "American". The Emerald Viper biding her time patiently and coldly calculating how best to dispatch of her distinctly Western opponent before the clanging of the ring bell would compel her to approach him in the middle of the ring...

When his opponent's theme started Johnny paused in his bouncing, looking up at the ramp to see who his opponent was. The Emerald Viper came down to the ring, totally ignoring the crowd and their reactions to her. When she climbed into the ring, Johnny was forced to admit, she was one of the most gorgeous women he'd seen in the AFW. Perhaps ever. And, in a league filled with marvelous examples of the female figure, that was truly saying something. But what really stood out to the Texan was the focus and intensity that radiated from her demeanor. A woman like her wouldn't be someone with a pretty face and a beautiful body that wanted to play at being a wrestler just to get a shot at fame. He helped the AFW weed out more than a few of those types, and could recognize them pretty quickly. No, she was going to be something else entirely.

The American met her gaze openly, giving her a friendly smile. However, she dismissed him coldly, giving a toss of her hair as she went to the corner and began her stretches. It seemed like this Krystyna wasn't one for words, friendly or otherwise. A shame, Johnny always did like a little pre-match talk, just to get a feel for what kind of person he was sharing a ring with. He shook his head ruefully as he stepped back into his corner, watching her arch her back. Although he didn't mind the fact it put her curvaceous form on display, what Johnny took note of was the woman's flexibility, factoring it into his thoughts on how to go about defeating the blonde Russian.    

When the bell rang, Johnny came out to the center of the ring. Although he put his hand out for a respectful shake, his time in Sex Wars had taught him to be ready for those that would take the chance to attack him. As such, there was a wariness in his gaze, despite the friendly gesture. Still, he hoped that despite her cold, icy mannerisms, Krys would at least be a decent person and not try to sucker punch him....

"Hey, I promise, I don't bite." he said in what he hoped would be a disarming manner. "Let's just have a good, honest match..."

Krystyna's first impressions of the caliber of competition in this league was sorely...tainted. Considering that her first opponent in this league was Killer King, one couldn't really blame the Emerald Viper for approaching Johnny with a distinctly jaded view point towards the men in Tension. In fact, she was so defensive at this point, that Krys would reflexively flinch and backpedal a step when Johnny approached her with...

...a handshake.

"...oh."

Krys' examined the friendly gesture with a cocked eyebrow. To say she was taken aback was an understatement. After hearing the sincerity in his voice and reading his smiling face for any signs of deception, Krys ascertained that Johnny was actually on the level with the handshake. It was a hopelessly naive gesture that left him open to a multitude of counters...but inwardly Krys appreciated the brief reprieve from always being on guard...

Johnny certainly was a rather...fit, specimen, his chiseled physique and washboard abs not going entirely unnoticed now that she was up close and personal with his rippled musculature. Krys finding herself shaking her head slightly to regain her focus when her mind started to wander, bringing her leering gaze back upward to look hm in the eyes. Though now she had to acknowledge that he had an annoyingly rugged handsomeness to go along with that charming naivety of his~...it was a pity that he may not be leaving this ring looking the same.

"A good und honest match, huh...zat would certainly be a first..." Krys replied with her thick Russian accent, shaking his hand courteously after a few awkward seconds of leaving him hanging. "...it's just a shame zat I can't promise ze same~..." In a seamlessly fluid motion, Krys would pivot in place until her back was to Johnny while also pulling him in closer. Her other arm would be wrapped around his waist before she bent her knees and attempted to judo flip Johnny over her curvy hips to have him tumble over onto the canvas.

When Krystyna flinched away from her offered hand, the Texan wondered what could have happened to make her so guarded. It was something he himself might have done, given the various ambushes he had endured in his time during the dark says of Sex Wars.

He met those hauntingly beautiful green eyes of hers with his own brown ones, and it was almost as if she were a viper, hypnotizing him with her gaze. After a moment, Johnny felt her hand clasp his own and he allowed himself a moment of relief as Krystyna began to speak.
God, even that accent of hers was sexy, although he had to restrain himself from asking her to say 'Moose and squirrel.'

But, when she concluded her sentence, Johnny knew he had been lulled into a false sense of security as the Russian whirled, putting her back to him while still keeping a hold of his arm. The Texan didn't try to resist the throw, however. Instead, he actually went with it, pushing off the mat with his feet while tucking his body in the direction of the flip. He would loop the arm Krystyna was holding onto around hers, so that when he hit the mat, he would also be trying to flip her up and over him with an arm drag. As a result, when the bell rang, both the American and Russian would be on the mat if his reversal worked, drawing a surprised gasp from the crowd.

Johnny would scramble to his feet, calling out "Just because I'm friendly doesn't mean I'm a fool, Krystyna!"

Assuming the Russian made it back to her feet as well, Johnny would try to set the pace, rushing forward to try and deliver a clothesline across the blonde's ample chest and send her back down to the mat!

Charming naivety aside, Krys needed to conduct herself like a professional now that the match was officially underway. Her special ops training always stressed making use of any and all advantages when accomplishing your mission. Including ones outright given to you from your opponent's lapse in sound judgment.  

Heaving Johnny over her hips was an entirely fluid motion that involved counterbalancing their own weights, and when done properly it made their size difference a non-issue. Not to mention being a surefire method of taking the American off his feet and down to the canvas. where her joint-locking submissions could be implemented. It almost seemed too easy, but no sooner was she patting herself on the back for taking the early lead in the match than she felt Johnny's arm entangle with her own and flip the Russian spy off her feet as well!!

"Wha-!!" Krys yelped out loud from being tossed overhead and sent into a tumbling roll, eventually coming to a seated stop close to the ropes with her arms propping her up from behind. She had a wide-eyed look of incredulity towards what just happened, her first impressions about Johnny being a naive pushover now being thoroughly re-written with every second. But rather than be justifiably irritated by this turn of events, Krys smiled deviously with a renewed eagerness to get this show on the road.

"Hmm...I believe zey call zat a pleasant surprise..." Krys uttered while pushing herself off her backside and back up to her feet, crouching forward like a coiled predator to see what Johnny had planned next. She licked her upper lip and tensed her curvy frame at the dawning prospect of having an actual challenge on her hands.

Once he came sprinting at her, she would do the same and duck her head low enough for his burly clothesline to waft though her flowing blonde locks. She opted to maintain that feverish pace on her way towards bouncing off the ropes and back to Johnny. By leaping in place and extending her legs at the last second Krys attempted to dropkick the American back down to the canvas.

Feeling his arm hit nothing aside from a few locks of Krystyna's flowing blonde hair, Johnny made a brief "Tch!" sound as his clothesline missed the mark.

By no means as slow as his stepsister Tiffany, he whirled running a few steps back the way he came after the Russian. However, Krys took to the air, planting both feet in his torso with a dropkick that was so textbook perfect he would have clapped in admiration. You know, if she wasn't kicking him in the chest at the moment.

"Ungh!" he grunted as the blow took him off his feet, sending him to the mat on his back. But Johnny was still fresh, and he knew he couldn't let Krys continue to build momentum. He rose to his feet quickly, trying to get back to a standing position before the Russian could press her attack. Krystyna was faster than him, and as a man who usually held the speed advantage, this was something he didn't encounter everyday. But she wasn't that much faster, and his size gave him the strength and reach advantage over the blond.

The Texan would give Krystyna a sporting grin.
"Wow, that was good...really good. You're fast." he said with an impressed whistle. "Let's try this again..."

Suddenly he was on the move again, running forward. The Texan would crouch low as he got close to Krystyna, as if he was going for a double leg take down. Johnny was looking to provoke her into leaping up to let him pass under her, a common tactic that agile wrestlers used. However, instead of continuing on to the ropes, Johnny would abruptly stop behind Krys and whirl to face his Russian opponent, waiting on her to turn around. When she did, Johnny would leap up and lash out with both feet, looking to deliver a standing dropkick into Krystyna's chest, just above the swell of her rather generous bust!

Once the prospect of a challenge was dawning upon her, Krys immediately felt that daredevil itch of hers and brazenly ran straight towards Johnny for a bit of compulsory offense that paid off exceedingly well. Though it apparently wasn't strong enough to keep the American on his back for long as he rose back up almost at the same speed as Krys. With a flattering, albeit ignored, comment to go along with it before taking off in a dashing sprint straight towards her.

Krys scoffed and reacted reflexively when Johnny seemed to be ducking low to tackle her to the ground, the Emerald Viper leaping in place with her legs spread wide to have him whiff on the tackle. She turned around with a smirk in the blind assumption that her agility had saved her from being plowed into, and that Johnny would come rebounding back at her after bouncing off the ropes. Instead she caught a brief glimpse of the underside of Johnny's boots before they walloped her right in her soft chest!!

"Hrgh!!" Krys hacked from the dropkick to her ample chest knocking her off her feet and sending her tumbling back. She barrel rolled back until she found the ropes once more, groaning through snarled teeth as she clasped them tightly with one hand to steady her own ascension. Having her own counter predicted and taken advantage of had cemented the idea that Johnny was indeed an experienced ring veteran with more than just natural talent. But being back where she started lit an impetuous fire in her eyes, the Emerald Viper forgoing tact for now as she recklessly bounded towards Johnny and lifted her leather-clad leg up high in her attempt to plow her foot into that handsome face of his for a Yakuza kick!!

Oh man, she is mad at you, Johnny-boy... the Texan thought to himself as he caught the look in Krystyna's eyes as both wrestlers made their way back up to their feet.

The Russian didn't even try and disguise her attack, simply running up and looking to send Johnny's head clean into the front row with a driving Yakuza kick. Well Johnny decided he didn't have to take that. At the very last second, he suddenly lunged to the side, letting the leg, and the beautiful woman it was attached to, go by him.

Moving behind her, Johnny would try to wrap his arms around Kry's waist, pulling her close to him. As he set himself, his body pressed against hers from behind for a moment. Then he tried to pick her up off of her feet, arching his back while lifting her up and over in a belly to back german suplex! If the move went off as planned the Texan would hold his body up in a bridge, keeping the blonde's shoulders pressed to the mat in a pinning position!

Flying off the handle too early and irrationally ill-judged attacks were the two major setbacks Krys' combat instructors continuously lectured her on improving. Ones that led her to lose many spars, and have apparently caused her to potentially make a hasty error in judgment in this very match.

"Tch!!" Krys bitterly scoffed and stomped her foot down when her kick completely whiffed. She nearly lost her footing from the lack of connection, but remained upright with an unnerving sense of dread when she lost sight of the nimble American. Facing off against the substantially slower Killer King making Krys duly unprepared to face someone as swift as she was. A realization dawning on her just when she felt Johnny wrap his arms around her waist and hug her tightly from behind. She shifted and wriggled in a vain attempt to free herself, but the Russian spy was eventually flipped overhead and planted on the back of her head and neck!!

"HrrGH!!" Krys yelped from the impactful thud of the suplex, leaving her hunched over herself with her thonged backside sticking out into the air and an upside-down view of the ring. Krys scrunched her face and remained docile for the first pin count, but would shoot out her legs just before the second. The Russian operative flopping to her side before rolling to lay on her back, stunned and groaning from having been suplexed out of her leather boots...