Two girls and two stallions : Lelannie Darkmane & Daisuke Maxwell VS Tawncal & Yeldo

Lela glared at the centaur. "Well, you can get mad all you want for me calling you that, or you can..." She leaned against the top rope. "You know, wrestle it out." She sprung forward throwing a massive right hook at the centaur's face. She wanted to prove herself to Daisuke, if she couldn't, how on earth would she become a respectable champion? She was more or less having fun taunting Tawncal. Getting inside an opponent's head was something she really needed to learn to get better at. Alas now was hoping the match could start off with a power hit.

Yeldo let's Tawncal in the ring with Lelannie, moving to his corner. This corner has something special, to allow the ropes to open for the Centaurs each time they will tag in and out. Yeldo's pride is still hurt when Daisuke calls the crowd to cheer « Gel-ding ! Gel-ding ! ».
« Hey ! I can be kind, but stop making fun of us ! We are Centaurs, not horses, and not geldings ! »

Tawncal, in the ring, approves what says his brother. He then listens at what Lelannie has to say. The match begins when Lelannie lunges at him with a right hook at his face. Tawncal grunts, making some steps backward, holding a hand to his painful jaw. He turns over, and lunges as well at the anthro-mare for a clothesline.

Lela ducked under the clotheslinee barely in the nick of time. Too close. Centaur recovered fairly well from her hay-maker punch that was thrown. She made sure that Dai was egging the crowd on, which she was. Lela decided to play this match safe and went on the defense, moving to a more tucked stance. She was definitely an aggressive player that could make a simple match take less than 10 minutes. This wasn't all about her. It was about building a team up. It was going to be hard because this match was not in the girls favor.

Tawncal has to save to pride against Lelannie. It results in some kind of pressure on his shoulder : he has not to let the anthro-mare take the advantage on this first round of the match. He has to show the crowd that Centaurs are superior to female bipeds, all the more since Daisuke made them cheer « Gel-ding ! ».
His clothesline misses but Lelannie doesn't counterattack. She on a defensive stance, but what can she do against a horse body striking her ? With this thought in mind, Tawncal just turns around his front paws in order to jostle Lelannie with his rump, in hope of making her stumble on her back.

The sound of a teammate backing her really comforted her. Lelannie felt a tad bit safer now that she had someone to watch her back. She had to turn focus back to the match. A tad bit to late. Tawncal's flank hit her pretty decently. Enough to send her into the rope. After watching some extreme matches, she could've gone into a hangman... or hang woman er hangmare, but it was too dangerous and too early. She leaned up against the rope. She had to time her counter attack just right.

Tawncal strikes Lelannie with his rump and makes her stumble against the ropes. He turns himself face to her and grins. He expected her to rebound with the ropes, but she stops there. Tawncal approaches, then would blow an Atemi in order to cut the air out of her.

Lelannie had her hair down and was resting against the ropes. When his fist came at her she grabbed it and stopped it. She flipped her head up and with the darkest scowl, shook her head and then immediately pushed against the ropes and sprung forward. She was throwing another huge hard right.

Tawncal was seeing his Atemi hit Lelannie, but his arm is blocked. He opens his eyes wide, quite surprised. Then Lelannie brings herself some momentum using the ropes and springs forward with a right punch. Tawncal rears up, trying to deflect it, but he takes the huge punch on his equine chest. With a grunt, he makes some steps backward.

Lelannie kept throwing the hay maker punches at Tawncal's face and chest. It wasn't going to be easy to maneuver the centaur into a position where she could put him into submission, or try to use a hentai trick to get him off. Since their last encounter, Lela had been training to lift things as heavy as Tawncal, but would it be enough to pull off a body slam of massive porportions?

(Sorry for the delay.)


Tawncal has now to deflect a long series of punches aiming his face and chest. He focuses on protecting his face, while being forced to step backward. Yeldo sees his brother backtracking before an anthro-mare, and feels hurt for him. Centaures are strong, Centaurs are proud, Centaurs don't move away like that.
Yeldo holds out a hand, calling for a tag. Tawncal rears up suddently and throws his front hooves forward, to force Lelannie to put some distance. He then would move back to his corner in order to make the tag with his brother.