[FWC] "Major" Millie Walker vs. Blossom Fields

Millie's eyes flickered down to the American as she heard her opponent speak, and for a moment she smiled. It wasn't so much a friendly smile as it was amused. "'Have any older brothers?" She asked simply, her accent slipping through as she did, then resumed her usual, blank expression. The American seemed confused, the Brit couldn't blame her. Out of all the moves she could have chosen this was one of the stranger ones, it was rarely used, in fact she had only really ever seen it used by one wrestler. A soldier. It seemed fitting, even if they had been from the wrong side of the pond.

She would make a grab for Blossom's chin with one hand, while she raised the other into the air in a clenched fist. Those that didn't know her so well booed, seeing it as a taunt. Those that did stayed quiet for a moment, to see if Blossom would understand what was about to happen.

Then, if the American was still safely in her hold by this point, Millie would swing her fist down as hard as she could, aiming to strike her opponent in the temple. If she managed to make contact she'd dig her knuckles into the American's head afterwards, either to wear her out or get a submission. It wouldn't matter to the Brit by then, she'd have made her point already.

The confusion didn’t stop as Millie continued on with the hold. In fact, it just got worse. Substantially.

The comment about having a brother confused Blossom - she was an only child, as it turned out. She didn’t have long to dwell on it, though, as Millie gripped her chin tight and held her hand in place, while she raised a tight fist up above her head. Weird as it was, that actually made some sense - Blossom was fully expecting to be punched in the face. This would be an odd way to do it, sure, but it was something that she could recognize.

Well, Blossom did get a punch. One. Instead of pulling back for another blow, though, Millie just kept her fist there, pressed it hard, dug it in deep, and just kept pressing. Her knuckles were like four little knives, cutting into the skull, and Blossom had to grit her teeth as she squirmed from the pain. ”Get...get off!”

Deep inside Millie, something stirred from Blossom's comment. It was something she hadn't felt in a while, but it had been there for a while, occasionally brought out partially whenever she needed to play up the army shtick in a match. "Get off?" She asked.

But the one little pained command had just brought it out in force. The nasty officer had just come out in force.

"Get off?" Millie repeated, more intense this time. Her usual blank expression morphed into snarl as she turned to look down at Blossom, her voice shifting tones as any attempts to hide her native Yorkshire accent were thrown away completely. "Get off? The bloody hell d'you think you are? You're going to have to make me! What are you trying to do, beg me into letting go? You want me offa you, ye'll have to get up here and get me off yourself! You get me? So come on then and show me what you've got!" She exploded, laying into the American like she would a new recruit. Just like that, the match had become about a lot more than just grooming her wounded pride, after that little outburst she wanted to see what this girl was made of.

So Millie would sit there, trying to hold her opponent down while she dug her knuckle's into Blossom's head, glaring into Blossom's eyes, daring the American to figure out a way to escape.

...where the heck did all that come from?

The whole time they’d been wrestling, Millie hadn’t had all that much to say. She’d been relatively quiet, which might’ve bugged Blossom, if not for the fact that most of the women she’d wrestler had been so rude when they did speak. It was a nice change of pace.

But then, out of the blue, Millie spoke, and said more in a few seconds than she’d said for the entire match. And what was more, she chose harsh words, practically barking at Blossom, daring her into action.

Well, if that was what she wanted, fine. Blossom would give her some action.

With a low growl, Blossom wrapped her arms around Millie’s legs and drew her own, getting them under her body and standing straight up...while Millie was still on her shoulders. She hoisted up all the way, standing tall with the Briton above her, supporting all the weight.

From there, her next move was a simple one - she just fell backwards, attempting to slam Millie into the mat with an electric chair.

Millie kept staring down at Blossom, daring her to do something, anything, to escape from the Atomic Noogie, because she sure as hell wasn't going to let up on it any time soon.

However, the American apparently had responded to her challenge. A few minutes earlier and she might have been disappointed that she couldn't get a quick win and reclaim her former pride. But a few minutes was all it took to change things like that, and the former pilot couldn't be more excited as she heard Blossom's growl.

Millie clutched to Blossom as she found herself raised up in the air, wobbling unsteadily on top of her opponent's shoulders. There it is, she thought with some grim amount of satisfaction as she tried to keep herself from falling off of Blossom. While she fully anticipated that whatever was about to come would be painful, she was glad to see the fire back in her opponent. She couldn't stand to see an opponent not give their all.

Millie let out a little yelp as Blossom fell backwards, slamming her into the mat with an electric chair. The ring seemed to spin as she hit the ground, and spots swam lazily through her vision. The Brit rolled onto her side, thoroughly disoriented, then slowly rolled onto her chest and tried to push herself back up. She knew she was no match for the American in this state, and that getting caught on the canvas would mean serious trouble.

The crowd wasn’t ignoring the match, but they were hardly getting overly excited, either. This wasn’t a main event. It wasn’t even the halfway-through match meant to keep everyone’s blood pumping. It was low spot match between a new face and a wrestler who’d been gone for over a year, and was at the bottom of the totem pole when she left.

But when Blossom stood up and lifted Millie up along with her? That got some heads turning.

It wasn’t really as impressive as it might’ve seemed. Blossom was a tiny powerhouse, but it wasn’t like Millie weighed all that much, despite her height. Still, it was a striking moment, as was the impact that followed. Now Blossom just had to capitalize.

As Millie started to get back up, she rolled back to her feet, shook off the atomic noogie, and moved in, summoning some raw determination as she approached her opponent from behind. When she was high enough, Blossom reached out and caught her arms from the sides, pulling them together while she placed her palms down flat on the Briton’s upper back. With that secured, she braced her feet and lifted Millie up and over, trying to bring her down hard on the back of her neck for a…

”Tiger Suplex!”

Millie was just pushing herself up when she felt the American's approach her from behind. She was expecting another submission hold of some sort, and so having her arms caught wasn't a big surprise to her. What she wasn't expecting was what followed, being picked up and lifted into the air.

The Briton would flail a little as she found herself up in the air, wiggling slightly, though specifically not enough to actually escape in fear of being dropped onto her head. Then again, maybe that wouldn't be so bad if her next words were anything to go by.

Millie's eyes snapped wide open as she heard the exact name of the attack that Blossom was attempting, but by then it was far too late to do anything. Millie found herself guided towards the canvas, then felt a spike of pain run through her as the back of her neck was slammed down into the mat.

"Bollocks..." The Brit groaned under her breath as she shook her head, trying to get her bearings.

The crowd very much appreciated Blossom’s tiger suplex, loving a classic, and Blossom was happy to give it to them - she’d been wanting to bust that one out for a while. In fact, the only person in the arena who probably wasn’t enjoying it all that much was Millie, and that kind of made sense.

The Electric Chair was one suplex. The tiger made two. One more would be enough to keep the Briton down, but Blossom had to take a moment to think as she made her way back up. What to use, what to use.

Ah. Good choice.

With an impish grin, Blossom stepped over Millie and planted one foot on both sides of her waist, facing towards her head. She reached, slid her arms underneath her opponent’s stomach, and lifted her up from there, hoisting her up like a sack of potatoes. ”Deadlift…German Suplex!”

With a mighty shout, Blossom attempted to lift Millie up in an arch and slam her down on her shoulders and neck again - only this time, she intended to hold her there while she bridged her back, looking to turn it into a pinfall.

Millie slowly pulled her way away from Blossom, her muscles rather unhappy with her at this point. At least the crowd was enjoying the show, she thought, only a little bitter about the fact that it was at her expense. Still, she had to give credit where credit was due, the American made the move look good.

Or she assumed so at least, it felt like it had looked good.

Mostly on account of how much it had hurt.

Millie had just started to push herself back up when she saw Blossom's feet land on either side of her waist in her peripheral. Looking up she saw the American standing there, with a sinister grin plastered on her face. For a moment she just stared up like a deer in the headlights, questioning whether going full drill instructor on the Yankee had been a mistake.

Her question was confirmed a second later as Blossom's arms slid under her stomach and she was hoisted up as her opponent shouted out her next attack. Some may have thought of how larger than life Blossom seemed at that moment, shouting out her attacks as she threw the Brit around for a third time in a row. Millie was more focused on how she was going to hit the canvas in a moment.

The Brit hit the mat with a "Guh!", then rested on her shoulders in a slump, desperately trying to get her head to stop spinning, offering very little resistance as her opponent trapped her in a pinfall.

Blossom couldn’t cite any tactical reason for yelling out the attacks like this. It wasn’t like they were making her any physically stronger, or helping her execute them. It was just a thing she was doing on the spur of the moment.

But it was fun. It was silly. It was kind of cool, in an anime way. It just fit Blossom, and if it didn’t hurt her chances, she hardly saw the problem. At the least, she doubted Millie would object. Not in her current position.

After the impact, Blossom kept her back arched, going for the pinfall on her opponent. She’d had a good quick run, but there was no guarantee it would be enough to put her down for three count. Only one way to know.

The referee slid over, dropped down, and started slapping the mat.

”1…!”