SD III: Tension 24/7 championship - Soledad Vega (c) vs. Dave Blake

Preceded by: SD III: Adam Lynch, Babba Coldway & Sandy White Vs. Gnarly Charlie, James Wright & Reva Devonport
Followed by: SD III: Tension Tag Team championship - Daisuke Kamiya & Sion (c) vs. Abigail Adams & Jenny Quick




VS




Match Type: Backstage brawl
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: No DQ

It was an electric atmosphere, backstage at Tension. The crowd's reaction from the last match, an exhilirating trios battle, was still echoing through the concrete halls fo the arena. It had already been a night to remember, with still so much left to come ahead. None of that mattered to current 24/7 Champion Soledad Vega, however.

The teenage street fighter was stalking the hallways. The 24/7 Championship was slung around her waist loosely, bouncing with every swaying step of her hips. The young champion's shoulders were swaying, making her loose-fitting top bounce with every step. Her body language was supremely confident, bold, ready for a fight. Her face, however, told a story of a woman who was driven, focused, but had maybe a few more questions about her chances as she rushed into her next fight.

"Come on now, chicos," Sola said, not even bothering to look at the camera crew she was speaking to, "we're gonna mix it up hardcore, tonight! This one's gonna be good. And there nobody that's gonna stop me tonight. Tonight, Soledad Vega is gonna stand tall!" Sola shook her head violently as she spoke, assymetrical hair bouncing around her shoulder. The Puerto Rican street rat spat the words, her anger and irritation coming through in every word that she spoke.

Soledad's soft brown cheeks were slightly red, darkened with irritation and anger. The last time the Tension audience had seen her, Sola had been laid out flat on her back, chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, laid out at the feet of her challenger David Blake. Blake's signature move, the Mind Eraser, had laid the poor latina out completely. Despite the name of the devastating move, however, Sola remembered all too well, how things had played out that night.

Tonight, however, Soledad and David were in a highly-anticipated match, one set up by that beating Blake had given Soledad. Now, Sola had to prove herself against an opponent that had already made her his bitch once! It was an unfamiliar situation for Soledad to be in, and one that made her skin crawl to think about. "You guys are gonna see something good, tonight," Sola promised the camera crews, as she shouldered past the crowds around her, "that I can promise you. Things are gonna get violent!"

Walking intently through the backstage area, Soledad shouldered her way past several male wrestlers on her way to the locker room. Reaching back, Sola grabbed an AFW referee by her black and white striped top, and pulled the poor thing along behind her. Sola only paused once, on her way to the locker room. Leaning back and extending a finger, Soledad beckoned the camera crew to follow behind her. Sola reared back, pulled in her foot, and delivered a kick powerful and forceful enough to knock the door open with a resounding crash! Confidently, Sola slung her hair over her shoulder, rubbed a hand across the 24/7 Championship, and cast a look around the locker room for David Blake!

Dave Blake sat on the bench, making sure all his ring gear was in order when the door to the locker room crashed open. Jumping to his feet, he saw his opponent, the 24/7 Champion Sola, flanked by a ref and camera crew. Seems like she was still sore from their previous encounter and escalated this to a backstage fight....fine by him. He wasn't as proficient in backstage brawls as he was in the ring, but he had the drive and he had the knowledge that he put her down once, so he'd do it again.

The moment the pair locked eyes, Dave rushed forward, using one of the benches to propel himself into the air. Drawing his forearm back, he moved to slam it right into Sola's temple and knock the champ flat on her ass. No time for small talk. She wanted a fight, then she was gonna get a fight!

Sola stood tall and proud, chest extended confidently, as she entered the locker room. The sound of the door echoed off of the walls, making the camera crew wince. They might have known what was about to go down, but still weren't prepared for the force of it.

Sola took one step into the room, staring down Blake. The challenger was ready, however, pushing himself off of the bench and throwing himself forward. Sola threw the belt down at her side, and raised her arms defensively. Managing to get her guard up against the springing challenger was one thing, but trying to absorb the full force of his attack was something else entirely!

"Damn!" Sola grunted, feeling his arm push her own into her face! The 24/7 Champion staggered backward, stumbling ass-first into the door frame! "M-merde," Sola cursed, bracing herself with one arm against the wall and another tugging at a cameraman's shirt, giving the fans watching on video feed a disjointed and chaotic view, for the moment! Sola was half-sitting, her body hovering inches above the floor, until she tried to pull herself up. The effort of which, she knew, would leave her all too open to further assault from David Blake!

Dave was here on a mission. It didn't matter who was facing him. Jean, Sola, Killer King....he was here to make damn sure EVERYONE knew the kind of man he was. He was going to give his all, and would take that gold from the champ and hoist it over his head.

Knocking Sola into the doorway, Dave grabbed at her head, slamming it into the door before pulling her closer. Releasing her, the young man jumped up to bring both his feet in line with her torso. With a fire in his eyes, he pulled the trigger, his legs firing off a devastating dropkick to launch the woman clear out of the room.

The camera crew scattered out of the way to avoid being bowled over, with one turning the lens to Dave, who stared down at the champion with the light of the locker room bathing him in a blinding glow, appearing as a black silhouette to the crowd.

Soledad was reeling in the door frame, everything spinning her. "Merde," the young woman cursed, frustration showing through on her face. Normally, the passionate latina street fighter tried to play things close to the vest. Look confident, cool and sexy, and then everyone from the fans to the foes would buy it. But right now, as Sola braced herself against the door frame, there was nothing she could do to hide how much her skull was smarting, from Blake's hard shot!

"Aaagh!" Sola grunted, as Blake grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her face-first into the door! Wincing in pain, Sola took in a sharp breath of air. The curvy young woman's chest swelled against Blake's toned body, as he pulled her close. Feeling her face burn, Sola knew that this was not what she'd brought the camera crew along, to witness. Shaking her head, the latina hissed out a thin spray of spit, directed with disrespectful spite square for Blake's chest.

It made no difference, however, as Blake hopped upward, and shot forward with two boots aimed square for the center of Sola's soft chest! "Hhhhgnnh!" Soledad grunted,
as his kick sank hard into her chest and drove out any and all air!

Sola rolled backward, then, going end-over-end between fleeing production crew and camera assistants. The latina spitfire, usually so poised and tough in the ring, sank both hands into her aching chest and gasped hard. Sola's face went red, tears rimming the edges of her eyes as she fought to keep her frustration at bay. This was the biggest stage of Soledad's young career. She couldn't let things go down like this!

Throughout his assault, Dave could see it on her face. Anger, desperation, panic, and a tiny bit of fear. Clearly she wasn't expecting much from him out of the gate, but he proved her wrong almost instantly. He had to admit, it felt satisfying to shut the champ up if only for a moment, and making her realize she wasn't the only tough one around Tension who was looking for gold.

The dropkick took her through the door followed quickly by Dave himself, body tense and ready to fire, "You wanted a fight Sola? Well you got yourself a fight!"

Grabbing at her head, the young man went to throw her hard against one of the tables set up along the arena hallways, ears ready for the tell-tale thunk of skull on wood. Normally he wasn't the brutal in his offense, but he knew tht if he wanted to put Sola's shoulders to the mat for the three count, he was gonna have to beat her until she didn't know the waking world from the dreamland he'd send her to! Not that he hated her. None of this was personal...yet. But he was here to take that title, and that was what he was going to do.

Soledad tried to shake the cobwebs off, and get herself back into the fight. The camera crew was scrambling around them, not missing a moment of the action. Dave was barrelling in with an assault that had to be pleasing the fans watching the video feed, making Sola's face burn with humiliation. It wasn't a totally new emotion to the Latina street fighter, but it was one she hadn't suffered through much here in AFW. As Sola went sailing through the doors of the locker room, however, there were more important things that needed to be on her mind. Like turning this thing around!

"Ngh! Bastard!" Sola grunted, as she felt Blake's grip in her hair, yanking at her scalp. In a single, sharp motion Sola felt her skull hit the table,bouncing off. The shock left her wide-eyed, mouth agape in a perfect "o" shape. Sola lifted a hand to her face, trying to nurse the pain away. Quickly, though, Sola's own fingers were starting to dig into her face. Her frustrations were mounting. Humiliation was beginning to burn behind her face, as her stealthy backstage assault was proving an utter failure. Things were starting to look desperate. Sola couldn't let things end like this!

Gripping the table with her free hand, Sola jerked it upward and forward. The flung the cheap piece of furniture- thin and somewhat flimsy, because what wrestling promotion would be foolish enough to blow their budget on expensive tables, anyway- hurling it to the floor! The table was flung lazily in Blake's general direction. Soledad wasn't trying to hit him with it, so much as put it between the two of them. Falling with her back against the wall, muscular young body drawn long and lean as she took deep, exasperated breaths, Soledad attempted to gather herself and get back into the fight.

Dave's offense had clearly taken the champ off of her game. That in and of itself surprised him somewhat. Did their previous encounter unnerve her that much that she was starting to slip? This may be his chance after all! He could....he WOULD WIN!!!

The sound of her skull smacking against the wooden table echoed down the hall, sending Sola reeling back clutching her forehead. Grabbing the edge of the table, she flung it lazily at him in order to buy her some space to retreat. It worked, separating the two if only for a few moments. Dave wasn't keen on letting her rest up. Continuous pressure until she collapsed from exhaustion. That was the plan here, and considering how she was reeling after only a few hits was a sign this may not be a long match at all.

No sooner had the table hit the floor, Dave sprung forward, drawing his knee up to dig deep into the abs of Sola, a move that should in theory put her down for a few precious seconds. Deciding to up the ante, he caught her upper body, wrapping her limp arm around his head and grabbing the waistline of her pants. With a heave, the young fighter lifted up the champion, before falling back and slamming both of them into the unforgiving cement floor!