Maria Tempesta vs. The Black Fang - Behind the Masks

It actually took some effort for the Black Fang to not jump for joy after pulling off that little bit of chain wrestling. She was trained to chain wrestle, of course, but it wasn’t something she often had an opportunity to use in the AFW. Heck, it wasn’t something most of her competitors could even keep up with, so she had to admit to being more than a little impressed with her devilish opponent.

She opened her mouth to compliment Maria, but before she had the chance, a wild chop shot out and lit her chest on fire, making her stagger away while she yelped in pain. A good blow, a solid blow, one worthy of the ring they fought in - and, also, an appropriate response.

Action and reaction. The Black Fang spun back around and hit Maria with a chop of her own, making sure to hit the same area where she’d suffered, throwing her body into the blow for added power.

Spinning around, Maria managed to turn the tables on her Asian foe, pinning her into the corner before hammering her with a hard chop to the chest. As Fang gasped and doubled over from the blow, turning to face the corner now, Maria saw an opportunity. She moved in, aiming to grab Fang from behind and nail her with a quick and effective back body suplex.

She underestimated Fang's speed, though. In an instant, Fang spun to face her again. This time, it was Maria's turn to feel like her chest was on fire as Fang nailed her at close range with a forearm chop-- one that, Maria could have sworn, was delivered with twice as much force. The blow sent her staggering back as the air exploded from her lungs, turning away from Fang as she clutched her hurting chest with one arm and tried to regain her breath.

‘When in doubt, chop.’

A little lesson that the Black Fang’s mentor had imparted on her long ago, and one she’d taken to heart ever since. In her mind, you weren’t even a true wrestler until you mastered the art of proper chopping, and used said art to redden someone’s chest. Not that Maria’s skin would show the burn all that well, but the noise she made was more than enough to impress.

More importantly, her attack created an opening, and she had every intention of exploiting it. While Maria reeled, the Black Fang reached forward, grabbed her arm by the wrist, then jerked back and twisted around, sending the demoness off running with an Irish Whip towards the ropes.

Maria had stopped gasping at this point, for the much needed sake of appearances, stifling it down to just an irritated hiss between clenched teeth. Her tits still hurt, of course, and she was going to repay Fang, but everything in due time.

Time was something Fang didn't waste, though, grabbing one of Maria's arms and whipping her towards the ropes. As she rebounded back, Maria tried to ignore her hurting chest and launching herself into cartwheel, hoping to skip over whatever attack Fang was launching and nail her with a spinning kick from behind!

The second Maria was launched, the Black Fang came after her in hot pursuit, the two of the dashing across the canvas in blurs of black and red. Her goal was to nail the demoness the second she came bouncing off the ropes, hitting her with a knee to the stomach that would likely take the wind out of her.

If it hit. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Her opponent proved to be a bit more canny than the Black Fang realized. She nimbly cartwheel at the last moment, catching the heroine off guard before she could fully execute the attack, and by the time she managed to recoup, well…

”Guuh!” Maria’s kick struck and struck hard, planting her heel deep in the Black Fang’s stomach. She gasped and staggered back to the ropes, leaning on them for support while she recovered.

Maria's blow hit true, plowing into Fang's stomach and sending her Japanese opponent staggering into the ropes. Without wasting any time, Maria followed up after her, grabbing two handfuls of Fang's long, silken black hair. "Oh, does this hurt?" she teased, even as she pulled Fang to her full height. 

Without waiting for a reply, Maria grabbed one of Fang's arms and then leapt up towards the ropes, trying to get a solid foothold onto the top rope. If she managed that, then she would balance herself and do a confident, arrogant catwalk along the top rope, blowing a mocking kiss to the crowd...before leaping down to the mat, using her grip on Maria's arm to fling her head over heels hard onto her back.

The Black Fang had to give credit where credit was due: Maria was good. Really, really good. If there had been any doubt in her mind, it vanished with her next move - a move, that, unfortunately, the heroine found herself on the receiving end of.

She was stunned after the crash, so much so that her nimble opponent had ample time to hop up on the ropes like a cat and nimbly prance her way down. An impressive display, though the Black Fang would’ve liked it more if she wasn’t the unwilling assistant.

Before she could turn the move around on her wily foe, Maria jumped off the rope and sent the Black Fang flying with a deft move, easily tossing her across the ring. The heroine was able to turn it into a roll and get back to her feet fast, but even as she did, the whole motion left her dizzy and dazed. She bounced off the ropes and awkwardly staggered forward, shaking her head, trying hard to regain her bearings.

The crowd was roaring as Maria pulled off that flashy move that sent Fang flying across the ring. Spinning back up to her feet, Maria, did a mock bow to them (especially to those in the audience who were booing) before turning back to her foe. Fang was on her feet, but was swaying dizzily. Maria grinned: the other masked girl was easy meat right now.

Bursting into a run, Maria charged right at Fang, renewing her aggression before Fang hopefully could recover. Dropping low, she pressed her palms against the mat, her legs shooting forward to latch around Fang's head. If all went successfully, her momentum would be enough to let her hurricanrana Fang to the mat and grab one of her legs for a quick sitout pin!

If the Black Fang had wanted a prime example of the luchadore style, she could’ve hardly asked for a better example than her current opponent. Maria was like a living shot of adrenaline. Boom, boom, boom - one move right to the next.

While the Black Fang was still reeling, she was on the move, flipping towards her with open legs. A momentum of confusion was all it took to send her rolling, flopping over, and down she came with the demoness on top. Hardly a flattering position.

The referee dropped down and slapped the mat. ”1…!”

The Black Fang kicked out before she could even raise her hand again. She might lose this match, she could accept that, but no way would it happen so easily.

In all honesty, Maria wasn't too surprised when Fang kicked out. The girl had a punk, talent and character, and she wasn't about to go down to one hit like that. Which simply meant, of course, that Maria had a chance to work her over further, and more importantly, to make it look good.

Pulling Fang up into a sitting position, Maria lay down behind her, casually bringing her arms up behind her head in a relaxed pose, before snapping her legs up around Fang's neck and locking them, aiming to trap her in a nice headscissor. "Gotcha," hero," she taunted as she tried to squeeze. "What'cha gonna do about it?"