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

Ryoko wasn’t a praying woman, but she considered temporarily becoming one as she laid there, draped over the massive expanse of land that was Mikki Wylde’s chest. It would take some divine intervention for this to work. ”Come on, come on…”

And then Mikki went and kicked right on out. Not the best day for miracles, it seemed.

It wasn’t the worst thing, however, as the Macho Chick gave the Black Fang a shove to push her off. The Black Fang had an arm to work with, and she knew what to do with it.

She grabbed hold of Mikki’s arm with both hands - because she’d need them - and pulled it between her thighs. At the same time, she tried to drape her legs over Mikki’s chest, getting them as far across as possible and crossing her ankle at the end.

From there, it was a simple next step: The Black Fang leaned back and pulled on the arm, stretching out it out to an unnatural angle, going for a tight scissored armbar and hoping she didn’t fall prey to one of the numerous ways this move could be messed up.

The crowd jeered, as Mikki's upraised hand broke the pin count. The Wylde Child was grimacing, wincing in pain as she turned her body to her side. Opening her eyes wide, trying to shake off the effects of Black Fang's heavy kick. The masked girl wasn't going to give the powerhouse much of a chance to catch her breath, however.

Before Mikki knew what was happening, she felt Black Fang's hands clasp around her wrist. This roused the larger woman, as Mikki's foggy and half-stunned mind tried to wrap it around whatever Black Fang was moving her way into, next.

"Wh-what ...?" Mikki stammered, watching Fang get her into position. Mikki's powerful arm was clasped tight between Black Fang's toned legs, which then proceeded to come down over the Wylde Child's ample chest. It was then that the Macho Chick's eyes widened in recognition.

"No!" Mikki cried out, her entire body coming to life as she realized how close Black Fang was to locking in what could be a crippling submission maneuver. "Ooooooohhh~!" Mikki howled in pain, as her arm was bent and pulled into a horribly unnatural position. Legs pumping and kicking, the Macho Chick grit her teeth and tried to hang in long enough to resist tapping before she could get her body turned over. So, in order to keep her hand from tapping the mat, Mikki gave it something else to do: bracing her hand against Black Fang's calf, the Wylde Child began pushing with all her might. Bracing her feet against the floor, Mikki growled with effort as she shoved Fang's leg hard, trying to break the hold she had over Mikki's body!

The moment the Black Fang locked in the hold, the crowd started to go wild, quickly whipping themselves up into a frenzy. This was it, this was the coveted hope spot. Mikki had been dominating this fight and she could easily go back to it again, but if there was ever a legitimate chance to put her away, this was it. Right here. Right now.

For her part, the Black Fang didn’t quite share their optimism. On the outside, she kept her face full of spirit and vigor, wrenching the brutal hold and milking it for all it was worth. On the inside, she was a bit more tepid. She could feel the power in that bulky arm, the devastating strength it harbored. That wasn’t just going to go away with one little armbar, and it made her very eager for the Macho Chick to....

”Tap out!” She wrenched the hold from side to side, twisting the arm and adding to the pressure. ”Tap!”

But the Macho Chick wasn’t tapping out. Quite the opposite.

She was fighting her way out and doing a good job of it. The Black Fang tried to push that arm away as it struggled against her leg, but it wasn’t happening. Mikki was fighting her way out, and at the rate she was going, it would work. No question.

Growing desperate, the Black Fang abandoned the hold and went with the first, simplest thing that came to mind. She jumped up, extended her arm, and came down on Mikki’s shoulder with a quick elbow drop. Nothing special, just a wild attempt to keep the pressure on.

Mikki lived up to her "Wylde Child" moniker as she thrashed and struggled in Black Fang's grip. The fans were coming alive, anticipating that Mikki would be screaming her submission any moment, now! And, through all of the back and forth of the match, the pain both women had inflicted on one another, there wasn't anyone who could say that Black Fang wouldn't have earned it. Still, that didn't mean she was going to get it.

Mikki could only imagine how sure her opponent must have felt, locking on the armbar and screaming at her to tap out. Black Fang had Mikki's powerful arm, and was thrashing it about like a shark, putting whatever she could into wearing her down. Still, Mikki's free arm was braced against the masked girl's let, and pushing her free. Inch by inch, Mikki was earning more freedom. She was beginning to move her body, turn it into the armbar and alleviate that pressure.

But, before she knew it, Fang released the hold. A smart move, with Mikki still putting all of her effort into struggling against limbs that- suddenly- weren't there. The Macho Chick scrambled out of the hold, just in time for Black Fang to come down on her with an elbow drop!

"AAOOWW!" Mikki cried out, as the elbow came down and rocked her still-aching arm. The Wylde Child rolled back, one arm wrapped protectively around the other. Still riding high on adrenaline from her aborted escape, the large woman was able to roll up to her feet. Not much more than that, however. Mikki got back up to her feet, but only just managed to pace around the ring, a grimace of agony on her face as she stomped and moaned in frustration.

Intelligence was the key here. Not that Mikki was dumb or anything - she was a giant, but even past her strength, the Black Fang could tell that the Wylde Child was a canny wrestler, someone who’d honed her craft and persona long before she set foot in an AFW ring.

No, the burden was on the Black Fang to be smart and thread the needle. As she watched Mikki making her way up, she looked on with caution, measuring out her approach. No room for mistakes, this time. Anything less than a perfect approach, and the Macho Chick would swat her clean out of the sky.

She worked her way around Mikki, staying behind her, attempting to keep out of sight until the last moment. Her eyes stayed locked on that arm, watching the way it was cradled. That was her target, that was the key, just waiting and watching...until…

There.

As Mikki turned her way, the Black Fang moved in, leaped up and swung her leg towards the Macho Chick beefy arm with a precise gamengiri, targeting one of her precious 24-inch pythons.

Mikki stomped and pounded the mat, as she tried to blow off steam. Her arms was screaming at her, aching like she didn't think it ever had before! The Wylde Child herself was keeping silent, mouthing a scream but suppressing her voice. Hand and arm tense, Mikki made slight efforts to shake it out. Black Fang had worked her arm over like an expert, and now Mikki could do nothing but try and burn out her frustrations over it.

Stomping around the ring, the Wylde Child lost all track of her opponent, for a moment. Mikki was still confident in her physical advantages over Fang, despite the expert way in which the masked woman was working her over. Still, the Macho Chick was taking her eyes off of her opponent less out of sheer arrogance, and more out of concern for her own well-being. If Black Fang had been able to somehow do enough damage to neutralize some of Mikki's power, she was going to be in trouble!

Of course, Fang was far too clever to leave an opening like that unexploited. As Mikki made another turn in her tight circle, Black Fang entered her field of vision like a blur- with a hard kick, flying up into Mikki's shoulder! Without their height difference, Fang's gamengiri likely would have landed upside Mikki's head. The final result, however, was far worse- hitting Mikki just above the bicep, sending screaming pain through her already-damaged arm!

"AAAOWWWW" Mikki finally howled, losing composure. The Macho Chick was driven back under the kick, stumbling backward while still clinging to her arm. Before she knew it, Mikki had fallen all the way back to the ropes. Mikki draped her good arm over the top rope to support herself, hanging there while her bad arm was tucked close to her body. Seething, Mikki was red-faced and panting, trying to focus on her anger over the pain!

”No guts, no glory.”

The Black Fang repeated her teacher’s favorite mantra under her breath, quickly going through the words that Asami had drilled into her head. While she’d  urged her student to go for a measured approach, she also realized that wrestling carried a degree of risk in all things, and that Ryoko would need to move with unwavering nerve.

”No guts, no glory.”

She landed on her side after the gamengiri and rolled back to her feet, rising in time to watch her opponent - strong, might, and bold Mikki Wylde - getting pushed back to the ropes, leaning on them for support. The Black Fang knew what to do. She’d done it against many opponents before, but none of them were so big and so powerful. Still…

”No guts, no glory!”

She ran back to the ropes, bounced off, and came dashing towards the Macho Chick in a full-on storming charge. When she was close enough, she leaped up and tried to crash into her opponent’s upper chest with a flying crossbody. If it worked, they’d both tasty a spill outside of the ring, with Mikki getting the worst of it. If it didn’t work, well…

No guts, no glory.

Mikki Wylde was seething. Her entire body was flexing, tensing, and releasing heavy streams of hard breath. Black Fang had been taking her to task the entire night, had managed to thoroughly punish her arm, and just kept on coming. As Mikki was writhing in pain from Fang's deft kick, she could just barely see the masked girl running the ropes from beneath her brightly-colored hair. But there was no mistake, Black Fang was coming.

Mikki got her boots under her, just at the moment that Black Fang came sailing through the air. The voices of the fans rose, as Black Fang came leaping into the air. She was a picture of grace and style, the flying crossbody looking almost effortless. Mikki braced herself, her muscles tensing as she fought to get herself ready to soak that impact.

If it had been early in the match, Mikki might have caught the smaller masked woman without too much trouble. It probably would have been an easy set up to a powerslam, even, or some kind of dominating throw. Black Fang, however, was flying at Mikki with a great deal of momentum, and Mikki only had one arm to try and catch her with. The powerful woman's mind was racing, as she looked around herself to try and figure out what she could possibly do about the predicament Black Fang was throwing her way!

"Hrrrghhh!" Mikki groaned, loudly, as she felt Black Fang's body come crashing into her chest. The Macho Chick was reeling from the blow, feet pedaling back as momentum dragged her back toward the ropes. Mikki got one arm up, between Fang's legs and clutching at her bum to try and catch her. The other arm barely left Mikki's side, weakly wrapping around Fang's shoulder. The pair of them came rushing to the ropes, while Mikki tried to angle herself to reel into the corner. The effort, to brace herself against the corner post in the face of Black Fang's relentless momentum, felt like it was futile. Back against the ropes, Mikki could feel her boots lifting off the mat. Both bodies were starting to come across the top rope. Moaning loudly in pain and rage, Mikki tensed her body, knowing that any second, Black Fang's momentum could bring both of them tumbling over the top rope, if she'd failed to stop her!

High-risk moves were always different for Ryoko than anything else in her arsenal. Typically, when she executed a move, things went off without a hitch. It was really just a matter of getting her opponent locked in the proper placement, then going through with what she’d been taught in countless hours of preparation. Move, lock, follow through.

But high-risk? It always seemed like it was half and half. A gamble every time her feet left the ground. There was the chance she’d hit it big and land a critical hit on her opponent, and the chance she’d fail spectacularly.

Like this.

The Black Fang’s body slammed into Mikki’s chest with all the momentum she could muster, and she knew she’d need every bit of it. The ropes were straining, the titaness’ feet were leaving the ground, and it looked like maybe, just maybe, her plan would work.

But the ropes were just a little too tight today. Combined with Mikki’s implacable strength, they were too much to be overcome, and the Black Fang found herself wriggling about, as the Macho Chick carried her like a child in her arms. An unruly child, who was about to be sorely punished.

Mikki Wylde braced herself, and prepared for the worst as she felt Black Fang's body come crashing in across her ample chest. "Hrrgh!" Mikki grunted, as her muscles tensed and every joint in her body lit up with pain. The high-flying young woman had delivered that move with impressive passion, enough to punish Mikki for even attempting to stop her with a catch. Now, there was nothing the Macho Chick could do, but grit her teeth, stumble to the corner, and hope for the best.

As Mikki's body processed the pain, she staggered, she stumbled! The beast went off her feet for a moment, her back digging into the ring ropes. The crowd went silent, waiting to see how the balance of the two women would play out, here. Either Mikki would stand strong, or Black Fang would take her down to the unforgiving floor, below!

And then, after what seemed like an eternity with her boots off the mat, Mikki found herself rocked back into the ring by the tension of the ring ropes. The Wylde Child couldn't help but be suprised, part of her expecting to get splattered across the ringside floor after that last move. Instead, she was still on her boots, Black Fang's struggling body in her arms!

The fans jeered, having hoped to see Black Fang topple the giant. Mikki expected that Black Fang had wanted the same. Instead, the two women were in the ring, Black Fang cradled in her arm. Grunting, Mikki shifted her grip. Wrapping her "good" arm around Fang's waist, she tried to pull the young woman tight to her body. With the arm that the clever masked wrestler had been working over, Mikki tucked Fang's head between her legs. With the strength that she had left, Mikki stepped off the ropes, in position for a piledriver. Through her pain, Mikki tried to laugh. Both women had given their all in this match- now, the Macho Chick was preparing to run Wylde on her opponent, in an attempt to get Fang into position for a sitout piledriver, a match that she felt was sure to end this match!