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

Hurting. Legs dangling. Hair flying about. Various bones aching in various ways. Suspended on a rope. Butt sticking out in the air, in a way that many of the hornier members of the crowd were quite enjoying.

No, this would not be a highlight in the long, illustrious career of the Black Fang. Nope, nope, nope.

Mikki was taking a little moment, enjoying herself and playing up things. Not the best way to really follow up on such a successful attack, but it was hardly like the Black Fang could do much of anything to comeback at the moment. It was all she could do to keep her breathing at a normal pace, as she hung there like a wet towel on a clothesline. And it was about to get worse.

”Wait-” The Black Fang glared at her opponent from the corner of her eye, but that looked turned to something more akin to fear as the hand raised and she realized what was about to happen. ”No, don’t-”

The protests went unanswered as Mikki brought her mighty hand crashing down on the Black Fang’s backside with an explosive clap, the sound of which was only exceeded by the subsequent shriek she made. Before the pain could even properly sink in, the heroine bounced off the ropes and sent tumbling towards the sent of the ring, doing a full roll before she finally came to a rest on her back, right in the center.

A bad place to be and a bad position to be in, but the Black Fang didn’t currently have the energy to remedy, either. For now, she could only lay there and wallow.

Mikki let out a wild cry, as she sent Black Fang tumbling back into the ring. Her dominance- and the accompanying arrogance- were being met with solid jeers from the crowd. The determined and skillful Fang had been impressing them earlier in the match with her speed and technical skill. Something about Mikki's current displays of simple brute force, alongside the posturing and crowing displays of disrespect, were completely failing to win over any fans.

Still, Mikki reveled in it. Having a body like a curvy mack truck was what brought her to the dance, and the powerhouse wasn't going to back down from it, now. And if she was enjoying herself on top of that, well, what was the harm in a little light spanking?

The crowd jeers continued, as Black Fang was laid out on her back, in the center of the ring. Mikki knew well enough to know that Fang wasn't going to be kept down by a simple bounce off the ropes. The girl was smaller, not had shown that she was by no means a weakling. Mikki was going to need something bigger, here. Something flashier.

Leaning against the ropes once again, Mikki swung an arm out, twisting it in the air before bringing it against her ear. As if she somehow couldn't quite hear the jeers and invectives getting thrown her way by the impassioned fans. Bouncing back off the ropes, Mikki leaned in and did it again.

Then, standing stock-straight, the Wylde Child leaned back. "Running Wylde, sister!" she called out, heedless of Black Fang, really, only caring about the masked young woman as an eventual destination that was meant to follow her dramatic posing. Rushing off the ropes, Mikki ran across the ring, bounced off the far ropes for added momentum, and came back to Black Fang as she threw herself into the air, extending a leg for a running leg drop, aimed for the young woman's hopefully still-prone body!

It was just a spanking. It shouldn’t have hurt that much. But it honestly kind of did.

It probably had to do with the fact that most spankings weren’t delivered from the hands of a walking, breathing colossus with superhuman strength backing her up. That was likely why the Black Fang’s rear end was sizzling right now, and why she was sure there’d be a hot-red hand mark on her butt cheek for the next few days.

Oh, and the humiliation wasn’t a good thing, either. Not how she wanted to be introduced to the AFW Universe.

She needed to get back on the good foot, and as Mikki taunted the crowd, she saw an opportunity. Riling up the crowd was one thing, but her titan of an opponent was going a bit overboard, giving the Black Fang some time to recuperate and regain her energy. She knew just what to do with it, too.

The Black Fang waited until Mikki’s feet left the floor, when she was totally committed to the move, and then she went into action, rolling away from her opponent as quick as possible and giving nothing for her to land on but a flat, unforgiving canvas.

The voices of the fans were rising up to a frenzy, as Mikki goaded and taunted them with the promise of further devastation toward the masked favorite. Mikki was eating it up with a spoon, as she shook her head theatrically, and made the most of her run for the ropes.

The Wylde Child didn't particularly hate the fans, or the AFW. She even actually liked her opponent. The anger, however, was more attention. Which meant more interest in her matches, as fans wanted to see the giant woman knocked down a peg. Which would eventually translate into actual fans, if she kept playing them right, and a small fortune in merchandise. But it all started with her crushing her foes in the most flashy, exhilirating fashion possible- starting with the masked young woman in the middle of the mat!

Mikki rushed back to the center of the ring, body bouncing and hair flailing. With a stutter-step, Mikki launched herself into the air, extending a leg over where she expected Black Fang's suffering body to still lie. Only for her to come down hard on empty space, the Wylde Child's toned backside hitting nothing but hard ring floor!

"Hhhhnnnngghh!!" Mikki wailed, as her bottom bounced off the mat, Black Fang nowhere to be found! Looking around with clear bewilderment, the Macho Chick desperately searched for the opponent she had expected to have just felt squash beneath her leg drop. Everything suddenly confusing, feeling shocked and lost in the ring, Mikki gasped as she sat in the middle of the mat!

It might’ve looked simple enough, but rolling out of the way was actually a lot harder for the Black Fang than it first appeared. There was a ton of risk involved. She could move too early, and Mikki would have time to correct herself and adjust before she came down. She could go too late and end up taking the move anyway, or worse, taking it in a position she really didn’t want to take it in.

But, hey, this was wrestling. Risk came with the territory.

Thankfully for her, the gods of luck were smiling down on her today, and she managed to get it just right. She didn’t manage to see the look on Mikki’s face after she took a hard sit, but the sound alone was worth the price of admission. Now she just had to make use of the opening and do a damn good job of it. There wouldn’t be another one coming by any time soon.

Rolling out behind the sitting Macho Chick, the Black Fang grabbed the ropes and pulled herself up with no small amount of effort. Her butt hurt, her bones hurt, her head hurt, and they weren’t pain that would leave anytime soon. But she had to get up. Had to fight.

The Black Fang dug deep and went back into action. She ducked down, jump straight up, then shot both of her feet forward and down, hitting Mikki in the small of her back with a quick dropkick. Hardly the best or flashiest move, but it was would be good enough to keep Mikki off-balance for a while longer. Good enough.

Wincing in pain, the Wylde Child sat for a moment. Rubbing both hands on her aching glutes, Mikki didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to get herself upright. The Macho Chick was choking back a fair amount of embarrassment, at that one: the posturing, the prancing about, the match-threatening move had all amounted to nothing more than her screaming on the mat and clutching her own aching ass!

The Wylde Child was paying no mind to Black Fang, at the moment, and the clever little masked wrestler clearly wasn't one to miss an opportunity. In the time that Mikki spent mourning her misfortune, Black Fang was able to pull herself back to her feet and get on the offensive.

Mikki had no idea how much it had taken Black Fang to get herself back into the fight. All she knew was that, before she could get herself upright, two boots were slamming hard into her explosed lower back!

"Ghhaaaaaarrghhh!" The Wylde Child howled in pain. Arching her spine, arms extended in agony, Mikki slowly rolled to one side. When her scream died down, Mikki was completely on her side. Her face still a grimace of agony, the Macho Chick was prone on the floor. Fang's kick had hit her hard, and Mikki was in no condition to defend herself. Rolling away, it was all Mikki could do to center herself a moment, and finally push herself up to all fours.

"Yuh," Mikki panted, "you have- agh- done well! But all- hhn! All fall! Before! The Warrior!" Mikki's rantings game through gasping, panting breaths, but helped her to get her mind clear. If she was focused on her 'character,' on getting into that warrior mindset, she wasn't focused on the pain. At least, that's what she tried to convince herself.

The crowd may have gasped at the surprising turn of events, clearly caught off guard, but none of them were nearly as surprised as the Black Fang herself. A minute ago, she was being thoroughly devastated, felt like utter crap, seemed like she’d be getting pinned or worse at any seconds. Now...well, she still felt like utter crap, not out of the woods yet, but the momentum was slowly heading back her way.

She could do this. She could do this.

The Black Fang shook her fists and stood up after nailing the dropkick, looking out to the cheering audience. They egged her on, supported her, invested in her, and now she had to repay that investment with interest.

She turned to her opponent, saw her rising to her hands and knees, and went into action, knowing exactly what to do.

”Switchblade Kick!” The Black Fang rushed in and called her signature move, only a second before actually executing it. She brought her leg up, as if she were going for a high roundhouse kick above Mikki’s head, then twisted about and dropped her shin down on the Macho Chick’s neck like headsman’s axe, cracking her right on the back of her neck with unorthodox kick.

Grimacing in agony, Mikki Wylde tried to shut out the cheers of the fans. Black Fang was rallying, and this could prove to be catastrophic for the Wylde Child. Mikki had gotten cocky, and now she was paying for it by eating yet another deft kick from the masked girl. Mikki knew she had to get herself back up, back into the fight. Now, if only her aching body would let her.

The powerhouse looked and felt vulnerable, on her hands on knees like this. Still, she pawed her way toward the ropes, looking for a moments respite from the resurgent Fang. Reaching out with one hand, Mikki tried to reach for distant rope, to help her back to her feet and to force her opponent to back off. In the middle of the ring, however, it was impossible for her to reach it, before Black Fang would connect with her proudly-announced "Switchblade Kick!"

The kick landed flush, with Black Fang's shin dropping hard onto the back of the Macho Chick's skull! The crowd burst into cheers at the sight of Mikki dropping flat to the mat. Arms and legs spread eagle, the muscle-bound brute lay flat on her face.

"Hhhrrrgghhhnn," Mikki half-groaned, half-growled. The bodybuilder's shoulders heaved as she breathed deep, her aching skull screaming at her. It would shock no one to find out that Mikki had taken some stiff shots to the head, before, but this was so much. Black Fang had already laid into Mikki's cranium, but this shot- delivered hard and fast, with its own name announced, to boot- had planted her flat! The Wylde Child went into full recovery mode, simply breathing and seething on the mat.

When she’d first developed the persona, Ryoko had been iffy about making the Switchblade Kick a mainstay of the Black Fang’s arsenal. She wasn’t a kicky sort of wrestler - she had some in her toolkit, but this one was markedly more advanced than what she otherwise would roll with it. Asami tried to sell her on the benefits, but she couldn’t see them right off.

That was then. Now? She’d have to remember to thank Asami when this was through.

The kick worked and worked beautifully, dropping Mikki and leaving a groaning mess on the floor. Granted, this was a big, big woman she was dealing with here, and she was likely capable of taking a lot more heavy artillery...but screw it. Maybe she was just stunned enough for a quick win.

The Black Fang dropped her chest onto Mikki’s far more prodigious pair and pinned her shoulders to the mat, going for the win. The referee was quick on the draw, and immediately went down to start the count.

”1…!”

Mikki lay on the canvas, a pool of her drool beginning to form beneath her still face. The Macho Chick was in a state of disbelief. She'd been so certain, so completely certain just a moment ago, that she was going to steamroll Black Fang right into a pinfall and be doing a victory lap, by now. Instead, she was face-down on the mat, all sesne kicked right out of her head!

It hadn't helped that Fang had worked Mikki's skull over pretty thoroughly, ever since the opening bell. The Wylde Child spent so muc time focused on her body, it seemed she was neglecting just about everything above her neck. Even in her current fog, this metaphor for her life began to surface.

Mikki was roused from her reverie, however, as Black Fang began to roll her over. Limbs flopping to the mat, Mikki was flat on her back. But it wasn't until Fang pressed down onto her heaving chest that the Wylde Child realized how much trouble she was in!

The first pin count woke Mikki up. The kick had laid her out, but hadn't quite put the Wylde Child away, just yet! The crowd's voices began to raise as the ref's hand came down for the "TWO!" count. They turned to disappointment, however, as Wylde braced her hands against her opponent and shoved her up to break the pin! It lacked the drama of her previous pin break, only unseated Black Fang instead of sending her flying, but it did the job. Mikki Wylde was still alive, and the upset was denied once again, to the fans' great chagrin!