Mikki 'The Macho Chick' Wylde vs. The Black Fang - Excelsior!

Get up, Ryoko.

The Black Fang didn’t have Mikki’s stats memorized or anything, but she’d been fighting and wrestling people long enough to make a reasonable guess on just how heavy they were, with a high degree of accuracy. Muscles weighed more than fat, and the Wylde Child looked like she was boasting some hardcore muscles. Best guess? She was pushing two hundred pounds.

Really, Ryoko. Get up.

Why was this little factoid worrying? Because even though her brain was still in orbit, she could sense that Macho Chick was nearing, feeling her thunderous steps on the mat. Suddenly, the giantess stepped into her view and stood over her, looming over her like the angel of death, her visage carved into the overhead lights. Whatever was about to happen would likely involve the larger wrestler crashing down on her opponent.

She grunted, tried to squirm out of the way, and she even managed to start sitting up.

Seriously, Ryoko, she’s about to-

In one, excruciatingly painful moment, the Macho Chick crashed down on the Black Fang’s stomach, landing with a devastating impact. The heroine’s body nearly folded up, arms and legs flopping all over, and her eyes grew so wide it seemed like they might have popped right out of her skull. The Black Fang tried to scream, but all that came out was a hoarse, raspy, wheezing noise, before she flopped back down to the mat and started a coughing fit.

She could fight back from this, she was sure, but the best way to do that would be to get the Macho Chick off her. Easier said than done.

Mikki came down, her full weight driving into Black Fang's belly. Through the blur of her hair and the motion of her own fall, Mikki would still see Fang's arms flopping upward, the impact of the Wylde Child's drop rocking the smaller girl's body. Mikki grinned, settling in on top. She listened to the clever masked wrestler's rasping voice, and her smile widened.

Mikki's entire head was still sore and softened from the beating that Black Fang had delivered, but this was almost enough to make up for it. She'd rocked her opponent with the first hit, and now Black Fang seemed to be a bit weakened by Mikki's drop.

Mikki listened to Fang's coughing fit, felt her diaphram bump and buck beneath her toned glutes. Mikki ground against her a bit, trying to drive that much extra air out of the masked woman's body. Mikki had the advantage now, even if her momentum was just now starting to get rolling. And the Macho Chick had no intention of wasting it.

Sliding to one side of Black Fang, Mikki swung one leg up over Fang's body to try and trap her against the mat. Mikki's other leg went to her knee, mounting her opponent from a steady base. It was too early for Mikki to start showing off her real power, she figured. As clever and skilled as the Black Fang was, Mikki wanted to wear her down before trying to start with any measure of real dominance.

Reaching down, the Wylde Child took a fistful of hair. With the ref already admonishing her, Mikki reeled back, and thrust a hard right square to Black Fang's mask. If the masked wrestler didn't manage an escape from here, the Wylde Child would continue, delivering blow after blow, until the referee started threatening to count out and disqualify the brutish Macho Chick.

"Whatcha gonna do, sister," Mikki said, at the top of her lungs, "when the Macho Chick, runs Wylde on you!?"

There the Black Fang was, laying flat on the floor, barely breathing, while a larger, fuller woman sat on her chest. Helpless. Aching. In dire peril. In some of the lewder matches, this would’ve been the point where things took a markedly more sexual tone. The Black Fang knew that wouldn’t be the case here. Mikki was only interested in one thing: destroying her opponent and proving she was on the top of the food chain.

Which, to be fair, was about the same thing the Black Fang wanted. Mikki was in a much better position to do that right now, though.

She grunted and groaned as the Macho Chick moved about on top of her, using her weight alone as a weapon to weaken her opponent. If that had been all she did, the Black Fang could’ve endured it well enough. But, when her prized hair as snatched and her head was yanked up, she knew that, also, wouldn’t be the case here. Mikki Wylde wasn’t one for half measures.

BAM!

A hard shot to the head left her seeing stars.

BAM!

Another hard shot, right on the jaw.

BAM!

On the jaw again, tasting a little blood.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Cheek, nose, forehead…

Each shot left the Black Fang dizzy and dazed, but notsomuch that she wasn’t able to process the one coming after it. Mikki’s blows came like hammers, crashing down on her skull with practiced precision and pulverizing power.

The Black Fang did nothing. There was nothing to do, really, but take the punishment, grit her teeth, endure it, and wait for the referee to bring the pummeling to a close, hopefully while she was still conscious to appreciate it.

Each punch seemed to rock the ring, as Mikki Wylde's muscular body delivered blow after blow to Black Fang. Her fist came bouncing off of Fang's masked face again and again, drawing jeers from the crowd for the rough crowd. In an instant, the match had gone from a display of speed and technical acumen to an ugly brawl, and everyone from the fans in the stands to the fervent referee wanted to get things back on track as soon as humanly possible.

For all of its brutality, the Wylde Child's ground-and-pound felt damned good. For almost the entirety of this match, Black Fang had Mikki on the ropes. Again and again, the Wylde Child had fallen prey to Fang's clever traps, her deft counters. Now, Mikki was getting a chance to burn off some of that frustration, right across Black Fang's face.

Mikki took her time, pumping her fist against Black Fang again and again until the referee was finally reaching "four" out of her five-count. Then and only then did Mikki let up, pushing herself up off of Fang and rising to her feet. The fans were still jeering, as the ref genly pushed Mikki off and away. Mikki stepped off, still swinging her arms wildly, caught in the throes of her own aggression.

Mikki staggered off, until she came to the ropes. Still caught up in the haze of her attack, Mikki grabbed the top ropes. Still having aggression to burn, the Macho Chick clutched the ropes and shook them up and down, with all her might. "See! What you get! When you step! To the warriorrr!" Mikki cried out, her rasping voice belting the words out. When Mikki had her fill, she spun around to face her down opponent.

Black Fang had just eaten a good amount of abuse, and Mikki wasn't done with her yet. Carrying off her blood-pumping performance just now, Mikki raised a tightly-flexed bicep, swung one leg around the other, and tried to drop her massive body down across Black Fang's chest yet again- this time, with a sizable elbow drop!

One minute. Sixty seconds. 1/60 of an hour, 1/1440 of a day.

That was all the time it took for MIkki Wylde to completely change the dynamic of this match.

It was hard to believe that, just a minute ago, the Black Fang wasn’t just in control of the match, but handedly dominating, easily able to ride down the larger woman’s dangerous attacks. It was close all the time, but she’d been unaware of just how sharp the razor’s edge was. One little misstep, one opening given, and Mikki was on the offense, making the best of her time by doing what she did best: pulverizing.

Granted, the Black Fang felt like taking time to taunt the fans was a poor choice for the Macho Chick, but it was a little hard to properly condemn when she herself could barely move. She didn’t much care what Mikki did with her time, really - she could do a riverdance all over the ring. It bought the Black Fang time, a precious commodity at the moment.

It wasn’t enough time to make a real difference. Mikki went back on the attack, coming down on the Black Fang with a meteor drop of an elbow. She’d just started to sit up when all off the Macho Chick’s weight crashed down on her chest, and it was every bit as painful as you might’ve guessed from the hoarse scream that flew from her lips.

The Black Fang’s body jumped, then flopped back to the mat again, shivering and twitching. But not done. Not done just yet. She was still ready and willing to fight, and she could prove it.

She reached up and punched Mikki Wylde in the shoulder, if you could even call what she did a punch. It had little impact, didn’t move her enemy an inch, seemed like a waste of time. But it wasn’t about hurting Mikki. All the Black Fang wanted was to send a message.

”Not..” She hissed, sitting up for a moment before she had to flop down once more. ”Not done yet.”

Mikki glanced down as she landed the elbow. She watched with some glee, as Black Fang's body jumped and twitched with the force fo the elbow drop. The sheer satisfaction of that sight was almost enough to help the Wylde Child push through the pain in her skull, the ache and embarrassment the masked wrestler had put her through.

Mikki leaned into the elbow slightly, putting her weight on it to try and squeeze that much more air from the lungs of her opponent. Mikki considered a pin, here. Just lie on her side, prop her heavy body up on top of Black Fang with a display of sheer arrogance and dominance. Maybe give the masked girl back some of that humiliation, from earlier. Black Fang, however, wasn't taking it lying down.

When the fist connected with Mikki's shoulder, the Wylde Child reacted with a start. Not as much from the force of it, as the sheer audacity. She looked down at Black Fang with wide, shocked eyes.

"Then, you wish for more," she said, voice carrying through the first several rows, "from the altar of the Warrior!?" Mikki pushed herself off of Fang hard, letting that elbow dig in just a bit more. The masked girl drew some cheers from the fans, for her show of fighting spirit. From Mikki, however, there was only mounting frustration.

The Wylde Child pushed herself up to a knee, before she reached out for a fistful of Black Fang's long hair. Grabbing her near the scalp, Mikki began to pull hard as she stood up to her full height. Already, the ref was in her ear, threatening to count her out if she didn't release her grip. Mikki only gave a slight shrug, in the ref's direction.

Once the Wylde Child was back on her feet, Mikki shifted her grip from an illegal fist full of hair to a headlock, tucking Black Fang's head beneath her arm. Mikki then took a fistful of Fang's tights, bracing herself. Mikki shook her head, trying to make certain that she wasn't getting ahead of herself. The Macho Chick was in control now, but it wasn't that long ago that Black Fang was raining punishing blows up and down Mikki's skull.

Still, Fang's show of defiance had managed to strike a nerve with the Wylde Child. Mikki wanted a display of power, now. Breaking the masked woman's body down wasn't enough, now, it seemed Mikki was going to have to grind down her spirit. And toward that end, Mikki envisioned a display of sheer physical power: hoisting Black Fang up, the Macho Chick pulled her up. Hoisting Fang into position for a high vertical suplex, towering over the ring at the full height of both women, and kept her there. Letting the blood rush to her head, letting gravity pull at her body, while Mikki's muscles worked and shook in the effort of supporting her full weight, up in the air for as long as she could!

The Black Fang was starting to have a divided opinion of Mikki Wylde. On one hand, she recognized that the towering bruiser shared her love for the sport, that they were both true wrestling fans at heart. She could respect that.

On the flip side, though, Mikki seemed to get a little too much enjoyment out of grinding her into the dust. Not quite sadistic, but closer than the Black Fang was comfortable with. The way she ground her elbow into her stomach was nothing short of brutal, felt like it cut her all the way to her core. To Mikki’s credit, she knew how to get a lot out of the simplest move. She worked the elbow hard, making sure to bring agony upon her opponent every second they were in contact. The Black Fang was not allowed to breath relieved breathes until they finally parted, and even then, it was not for long.

Hair-grabbing. Asami had warned her that such a long, flowing mane of hair would be a favorite target of her opponents, and boy, was that prophecy coming true. Having her hair snatched like Mikki was doing wouldn’t convince her to cut it off. Her hair was her pride and joy. She understood the consequences of her style and resolved to deal with it.

Didn’t make her scalp hurt any less, though. ”Gah, geez!” She hissed and stood up, not wanting to fight it anymore than need be. ”Hair, ref! Come on!”

The referee didn’t have much time to chastise Mikki, before she moved on to her real attack..or the start of it, at least. The Black Fang found herself getting pulled into a front facelock,a move that was the start of so many pleasant things. Like a DDT. Or a guillotine choke. Or a…

The Black Fang was lifted up with ease, her form held by the Macho Chick like she was nothing but a new toy to present to the world. Her legs straightened out as Mikki held her aloft. Unable to fight, unable to squirm, unable to do much of anything but wait for the plummet.

Then again, she was still perfectly capable of speech.

”Heh.” The Black Fang whispered, with her face so close to Mikki’s. ”Bet you can’t do squats.”

Standing at her full height, Mikki displayed her power and dominance as well as she could. She stepped to the center of the ring, Black Fang's body hoisted and displayed above her. Mikki's legs flexed and tensed, at supporting the girl. Mikki's neck was giving her some grief, her back trying to hold in there long enough to support the feat of strength for as long as the Macho Chick felt it was necessary.

She could hear the jeers of the fans, as the Wylde Child showed off. The scrappy masked woman had been bucking the odds hard, early in the match. Now that it was Mikki in control, she was not handling the reversal of fortune gracefully, and the fans were hating it. If it were possible for them to boo and jeer Black Fang into rallying, they were going to do everything in their power to try!

All of which suited Mikki Wylde just fine. The powerhouse braced Black Fang over her shoulder, keeping her on display. Mikki grinned, beneath her multi-color mane, and invited more fan ire.

When Black Fang got in her ear, however, that focus wavered for a moment. The challenge was unexpected, impressing Mikki. Here Black Fang was, held aloft helplessly, blood rushing to her head, and the woman had the bravery to start mouthing off! Mikki simply couldn't let that one go!

"See this!" Mikki declared, speaking right next to Black Fang's ear but shouting out loudly enough for the fans to hear back in the cheap seats. "Witness! The power! Of the Macho Chick!" Stepping forward and widening her stance, Mikki tightened her impeccable abs, and started lowering herself into a squat. Then, tightening her grip on Black Fang's head, Mikki stood herself up. The crowd's jeers deepened, as Mikki's showing off grew even cockier.

Stepping forward, Mikki repeated the entire process. "OOOOOHH," Mikki cried out, coming down, "YYYEEAAHHHHH!!" She came up again, stepping forward again. The Wylde Child was caught up in her display of power, but she stared forward with grim focus. Each squat, each step, Mikki edged closer to the edge of the ring, bringing Black Fang's body closer to the next step of her plan. Not caring about subtlety, barely even paying attention to the clever masked woman herself, Mikki's next move was obvious. The Macho Chick was aiming to release Black Fang, to drop the masked woman hard so that her belly would land hard across the top rope. Just one more step, and Mikki would have Fang in position!

It was a surreal feeling, but the Black Fang was legitimately marking out at Mikki’s brazen display of power. Despite being the one on the receiving end.

Mikki Wylde was a rare breed. So many wrestlers eschewed theatre these day, turning wrestling matches into little more than MMA bouts in a wrestling ring, ignoring the entertainment value that made their sport unique. For ill or good, the Macho Chick understood the magic, realised the value of milking the moment. Despite the pain, the Black Fang couldn’t help but smile as Mikki displayed strength, doing squats while she held her aloft.

Then again, the blood rushing to her head might have had more to do with the smiling than anything. Getting a little delirious...

Mikki could’ve held her up there for a while, the Black Fang was sure, but that wasn’t the plan. Instead, the Macho Chick brought her crashing to the earth, though not in the way she expected. She was thinking it would be a vertical suplex, classic move. Instead, she got its much nastier cousin, the Stun Gun.

The Black Fang cried out as her stomach landed on the ropes, whipping her hard in the gut and feeling like it dug into her innards. Hair flying about, mouth agape, she could do little more than flop forward, folded in half on the ropes, her arms dangling on one side and her legs on the other.

"RRRRAAAAAUUGH!" With a final surge, Mikki Wylde went toward the rope and tossed her opponent onto it. Mikki stumbled a few steps, trying to keep her balance after dedicating her entire figure to that particular feat of strength. Breathing heavily, the Wylde Child shook out her mass of hair and tried to catch her breath.

Fortunately, the hard work had paid off! When Mikki looked up again, she saw Black Fang's body draped painfully across the top rope like she was hung out to dry. Mikki had gambled by showing off with her opponent, but it had paid off dividends. Now, she could watch her crushed, see her dangling before her, and hear the lamentations of her fans.

"Oooohhhh, yeeeeaahhh!" Mikki said, lifting a single finger up to the arena lights. The Wylde Child needed a bit of a breather after that, but knew she couldn't completely abandon the momentum she had built up. She literally had her opponent on the ropes, for God's sake!

Stumbling forward, finger still raised high, Mikki leaned into the ropes. The powerhouse leaned into them, letting her considerable weight build tension. Then, Mikki dropped her hand hard, giving Black Fang a firm smack on her helplessly upturned behind, that echoed through the arena. Then, the Wylde Child took hold of the top rope in both hands as she held it taut. The Macho Chick then jerked back with the rope, using it to slingshot Fang back into the ring and hoping to send the masked woman rolling hard, back into the ring.