James Wright vs. Madonna

James' flight was a good one. The man was exceedingly agile and all of his abilities were on display now. As much as he would never admit it, he knew there was some internal consternation about his journey to Japan. In his peregrinations around the midwest, he had come across some tough opponents, both guys and girls, but someone had told him that here in Kyoto the true bigwigs fought. The scout that talked to him told him a mid card fighter in Japan was like a top card fighter in his league, which James doubted.

His doubts he felt, were not without cause, not here. James quickly flipped his opponent on to her back and then hooked her leg in a pinning maneuver. His first win could not have come any easier, he thought.

The ref went down for the count and started. “1”

Hearing the count was for Madonna like getting hit by a lightning. As fast as she could react she grabbed her opponent and throws him down from her, to break up the count. She them imminently set up, shaking her head.
It was no looking good for her. Madonna tried to stand back up and get back in the match up. She had underestimated her opponent, for now she had to stop playing and take it serious, or she would stay at the receiving end.

So, as it turned out, this whole match wasn't going to just be a river cruise. They got all the way to one before James was roughly shoved off of Madonna. With a wry smile James rolled away to gain some distance and stood up. He was not a very tall man, yet he stood to the fullest extent of his small stature. His hand was on his hip and he was looking at Madonna with a mocking expression. "To be perfectly honest, I thought I had the win there. Is this your first match? Or are you just awful?" It wasn't usually in James' nature to taunt his opponents, but James was feeling supremely confident. Aside from one light jab, this match had been all him so far.

Abigail stood before her opponent start to talk. When he finished, she breathe in and out very deep. Then looked up to her opponent, whit a emotionless fac. Then she starts running towards him as fast as she can. She tried to hit his chest with a clothesline, where she put as much force behind as she can, to throw down her opponent to the ground. If she would be successful she would stand about him looking down at him. “Better watch your mouth boy! The last one how was trash talking like that lost a few teeth! And If you want watch out you will go home with some less teeth!”

James was almost entirely at ease now. He figured he could just begin to take it easy, pull out a few more moves, and let that be that. He ran his hand through his purple hair and found that he wasn't even sweating yet. There was no way this match was going to be more than a few minutes, which meant that he could begin scoping Kyoto for the best bars. He had only been here for a few nights and was obviously given an easy opponent to work himself into the tougher stuff.

When he saw Madonna's face go from loopy to serious, he knew that meant there was some trouble afoot. She charged at him like a bull and James could not react in time. Madonna's thick arm came across his chest like the mast of a great clipper and the legacy wrestler was bowled over like a bag of bricks.

Her words stung harshly. Maybe in this one he would actually have to try.

Madonna bends forward and put her arms around James hips. Without bit effort she tries to pick him up from the ground lifting him up in the air. As good as she can she tries to hold her arms around him with her boxing gloves on. She tries to compress the torso of her opponent with her strength in a bear hug. With a smile she looked up into his face.
“Do you like it when you are so close to a women little man?”, she asked him while rubbing her body at his. The crowed started to booing Madonna, what only fuels her more.

James wanted to get up. He knew that his lack of power combined with his short reach meant that if things became a grueling submissions contest he would have little hope of actually winning. Unfortunately the titan of a woman against whom he struggled that evening picked him up before he had a chance to scramble away to safety. And when she picked him up it was not quite a loving embrace. He learned exactly how powerful his opponent was and cried out in pain as he was excruciatingly squeezed in her vice like grip.

Usually he did enjoy being in the arms of a woman but not like this. He pushed against Madonna and tried to wriggle out of the hold. "Gah! Let me go!" He said as he pushed against Madonna with all he cold muster.

Madonna enjoyed having her opponent helpless trapped like a spider a fly in her net. She would not let go of James even when he tried to push himself away.
She walked around the ring a bit whit him up high in the air, before walking into the center of the ring.
“Okay little man I will let you go…”, she said. Then she bowed back a bit before she slammed James hart into the mat with a Spin Buster.
“Let´s see if you can get up from this!”, Madonna said while walking a few steps away from her opponent, then watching him closely. The crowed was booing Madonna for her arrogance. Madonna looked into the crowed. Should they not cheer for the better one… for me?

James hated it. He felt like he was getting paraded around the ring like a goddamn trophy. Even a man as calm as he was had some dignity and he squirmed in Madonna's toned and crushing arms, trying to escape the humiliation and trying to escape the pain. He pushed once more and once more his efforts came to naught as the iron woman simply would not let him out of the hold.

Soon, however, that particular pain would end, only to be replaced by a new pain which was far worse. Madonna's spine buster came off without a hithc and James was soon rolling around on the mat in pain. Those were usually dreadful but coming from a woman as strong as Madonna was, it was downright nasty. The aerial ace was firmly grounded, for now.

Madonna watched her opponent a few moments, before she decided to act again. “Looks like you can´t get up on your own… what a shame!” She walked over to the laying boy. She cycles him like a hunted prey and smiled. She loved it when her opponent where down and she was in full control over him. “Come on get back up, the fight is not over yet!”, she incite him while softly pushing him with her food.
“You’re are a fan of these jumping moves, am I right? Let´s see if I can do some of them too!”, Madonna said before she jumped up in the air. Then she tried to land on her opponent with an elbowdrop.