Teddy Cat Hori vs. The Black Fang: Wild Things

This was it.

The Black Fang knew what was coming before Teddy Cat Hori even started pulling her up and confirmed it - another powerbomb. The last one she could afford to take, no doubt. With a such a strong opponent, if there was going to be a time for her to change the tides, it had to be now. Right now.

When Teddy hoisted her up for the move, the Black Fang decided this was the proper time, and she swiftly moved into action. When she was at the apex of the move, getting ready for the plunge. Instead of going down Teddy’s way, however, she dug her fingers into the catgirl’s scalp and pushed up, slipping over her opponent’s head and landing behind her.

That was the hard. Now came the fun part.

The second her feet touched the ground, the Black Fang leaped up once again. She grabbed Teddy’s head from behind, pulled the back of her skull againtl against the shoulder, jumped straight up, then fall down on her back, going for a neckbreaker on her skilled opponent.

All was going fine, Teddy pulling Black Fang up, hooking her in the legs, and lifting her up onto her shoulders...and Fang lifting up over her head!?

Teddy had thought she had expected any counter Black Fang could make, strong enough to keep her from doing another hurricanrana attempt, figuring the last powerbomb had taken enough out of the masked woman to stop her from fighting another one.

Then Fang somehow jumped OVER Teddy while being lifted up, the cat girl shocked as her opponent landed behind, before dropping her with a neckbreaker.

Teddy hit the mat on her back, the back of her head bouncing off the mat, the pink haired cutie groaning and holding her neck and the back of her head.

"Oowwwww..."

The Black Fang crashed down, bringing Teddy Cat Hori along with her and driving her shoulder into the back of the Angel’s skull. It wasn’t that much fun for her, really - her back was still aching from the powerbomb, and getting dropped on it didn’t do wonders - but it was clearly worse for her opponent.

And maybe it was just bad enough…

”Come on, work…” She flipped over and crawled forward, pressing her chest down on top of Teddy’s, going for a pin that Asami would’ve kicked her butt for ever trying.

The referee dropped down and started the count, slapping the mat beside Teddy’s head. ”1…!”

Teddy had been writhing on the mat, when Black Fang just flopped on top of her for a pin attempt, making little attempt to really hold her down, clearly hoping the suddenness and jarring impact of the neckbreaker would keep Teddy down.

"2!"

The ref yelled out, Black Fangs hopes ending up sadly dashed, as Teddy got her shoulder up, breaking the pin attempt at two, before rubbing her neck and groaning, feeling a stinging pain in her neck that was, knowing her luck, sure to last for several days after the match.

"Ugh...cute masked babe mean to kitties..."

No, it wasn’t a very good pin. No, it probably wouldn’t have held Teddy down for as long as it did if she hadn’t hit her with the surprise attack beforehand. No, it wasn’t how she’d been trained to do it.

But none of that really applied at the moment, since the Black Fang was a bit too drained - physically and emotionally - to really get the hold locked in properly. She figured it was worth a try, at least, but she wasn’t too surprised when her opponent kicked out. It would take a lot more to finish off her feline foe. The Black Fang just had to hope she had it.

With a long groan, she started to stand up and grabbed Teddy Cat Hori’s arm, forcing her to raise up, pulling her up to her feet. She ducked down and brought her head under the catgirl’s shoulder, using it to help heft her up...and to set up for what would be coming next.

The worst thing about moves like Neckbreakers wasn't even the neck pain. Rather, it was impact of the back of your head hitting the mat. It always made the victim a bit dazed and fuzzy, and open to whatever came next, and that was the BEST case scenario.

Such was Teddy's condition, having just been aware enough to kick out of the sloppy pinfall, but after a couple moments where she had to exert her strength, followed by getting dropped onto the back of her head, Teddy was getting winded and was dazed on top of it, getting led up to her feet, shaking her head to try and clear the cobwebs.

While the Black Fang wasn’t exactly a power lifter, she’d picked up some impressive strength for her size. Asami demanded nothing less from her, wanted to leave as few holes as possible in her offense, and the result was a body that could do some fairly heavy lifting when called upon.

Like now. Right now.

While Teddy wasn’t too heavy in general, for what the Black Fang was about to do, even her weight would make for a hefty task. But if it worked like she hoped it did, it would win the match for her in short fashion. So, with that in mind…

With the Black Fang’s head tucked under Teddy’s arm, she wrapped the other around her opponent’s waist, dipped down, then lifted the catgirl up and over while she bridged her body, slamming her down right on her back with a northern lights suplex and holding it for the pin!

The referee dropped down to her knees a moment after the impact and started up the count. “1…!”

"Ughh...mrow...mr-AGH!"

Teddy had been dragged up to her feet, and, to her surprise, flipped head over heels, landing hard on her back, knocking the wind out of the cute neko girl.

"2...!"

The ref girl yelled, slapping the mat a second time. Teddy's eyes widening in panic, realizing she didn't have the strength or the wind to kick out, as the ref girls hand raised and came down for a third time....only for Teddy's foot to lash out, landing on the nearby bottom rope, the referee stopping the count and declaring a rope break!

The rope break got a mixed reaction from the Black Fang.

It was a little disappointing, and she had no one but herself to blame. She’d gotten fancy, and it return, forgotten her ring position. She should’ve pulled Teddy away from the ropes, like she’d been told to do a hundred and ten times. She could already hear her phone buzzing with scolding texts from her teacher.

Withe rope break in effect, the Black Fang acquiesced to the referee’s demand and let up, moving back to the center of the ring. She crouched over and extended both hands, daring Teddy to get up and come her way once more.

”Okay, cat lady,” The Black Fang smiled, flashing her row of pearly whites. ”Let’s see who has the sharper claws.”

Thank goodness for the mistakes of rookies. Had it not been for that, Teddy may very well have been facing her third defeat in a row!

Even better luck, Black Fang was an honorable fighter it seemed, backing away and allowing Teddy, after a minute to catch her breath and use the ropes, to get back to her feet, shaking away the last of the cobwebs.

Still hurting, Teddy rubbed the back of her head. Her neck and head were sore, but the daze had lifted, and she had recovered from her previous power exertions. Offering a smirk back, the crazy cute cat lady raised her arms, getting ready to lock up with Black Fang again.

"Fangy, your getting such a licking before this is over...I'm gonna enjoy it-Nya!"

She said, mrowing after, though if she meant licking as in a beating, or a more pleasurable form of licking, she didn't elaborate.