Maria Tempesta vs. The Black Fang - Behind the Masks

The Black Fang had escaped the pinfall and the extremely embarrassing defeat that would’ve resulted. That was certainly a good thing. It was just a shame that she wasn’t given a chance to enjoy - Maria was a demoness, after all. A relentless, deviant hellion.

A mere moment had passed before the Black Fang felt a pair of thighs wrap around her neck, and by the time she realized what was going on, they were already snapping down and sealing her fate. The Black Fang gasped as the pressure poured on, making each breath she took a labor. Her hands instinctively went to Maria’s legs to pry them apart, but she might as well have been tried to pull apart solid steel. They just weren’t budging.

”Eh…” She grumbled as she twisted around in Maria’s grip, looking for any weakness. ”Give me a minute to think about it.”

As Maria locked in the headscissor, she heard Fang gasp and felt the other girl pawing at her encircling legs. Smiling, Maria heard Fang's bravado in the face of being squeezed to death, Maria leaned back casually. "Glad to hear it," she said, arching her body off the mat, "though you know what? I don't think our fans have a minute. So why don't I speed things up a bit, huh?"

So saying, Maria would roll over, trying to use her grip to roll Fang onto her front. If she managed that, then she would use her legs to lift Fang's head off the mat and and slam it down, again and again. After ramming Fang's face into the mat four or five times she would release her opponent and move into a sitting position straddling her foe's back, running a hand through her hair and doing an alluring pose for the (now booing) crowd.

There was a joke to be made here about getting in between Maria’s legs, but between the oxygen depravation and the head trauma, the Black Fang wasn’t in much of a mood to think about. The pain was enough all by itself, as she felt like her skull was being crushed and had to deal with the choking on top of it, but Maria seemed content to keep the banter going, even if it was decidedly one-sided.

The Black Fang was considering a way to escape, running possible counters through her head, when Maria too that option away from her. The next thing she knew, she was staring at the canvas, and she had a fairly good idea what was. ”Don’t you dare, don’t you-”

Maria dared. In fact, she dared quite hard, as she rammed the Black Fang’s head into the mat with each thrust. Impact after impact rocked her skull, knocked more sense out of her, and by the time it was over, the heroine was left to lay flat on the canvas, her disheveled hair strewn all about as she groaned below. The Black Fang couldn’t see what was going on with her face in the mat, but she had to imagine it wasn’t the best look.

Maria revealed in the mixture of cheers and boos coming from the crowd as she introduced Fang's face to the mat several times in a row. Brushing her silver hair back, she showed the crowd just how much she loved them with a timely gesture, before turning down to her opponent. "I'd say there's no lying down for this job," she teased, "but I bet you do that a lot."

Teasingly slapping Fang's butt, Maria would then try to slide her hands under the Asian's chin before leaning back, aiming to stretch Fang in a dominant camel clutch!

In a way, it was kind of good that Maria slapped the Black Fang’s butt. It wasn’t good for her self-esteem, true, but it did help wake her up after getting her head slammed into the mat. If she hadn’t been motivated to get the better of the little tormentress before, she was certainly driven to it now.

The camel clutch, she could’ve done without, though.

It took some supreme effort not to scream as Maria pulled her back into the clutch. She was flexible, and that helped alleviate some of the pain, but there was only so far that could get her when her opponent seemed hell bent on folding her in half.

For the moment, she did as she was taught - grit her teeth, clamp down hard, endure. But she knew that was only going to get her by for so long. She needed a way out…

Maria always enjoyed dominant positions, and this was no exception. No doubt the audience was seeing Black Fang underneath her, her face contorted into an expression of pain as her heelish opponent stretched away cruelly at her. Already, she could swear she heard more than a few cries for Fang to somehow escape. She smiled. If they thought she was a heel now, they hadn't seen anything yet.

"Let's take a look at what's under that mask, shall we?" she taunted, before sliding one hand up along Fang's mask to tug at its edges. Of course she had no intention of unmasking her foe-- not in a first match, at any rate-- but she was one to give the audience a show, and every show needed a little drama.

Things were going badly.

Okay, no, that was an understatement. Things were going extremely, undeniably, incredibly bad. She was in a poor spot, caught under the camel clutch, bending further and further back. She couldn’t see how her position could get any worse - but, unfortunately, Maria seemed to have a better imagination.

She gasped as she felt fingers prying at her mask, almost not believing the demoness was trying to do what she was clearly trying to do. As an a fellow masked wrestler, a luchadora, she had to know how sacrosanct the mask was, how pulling it off defiled everything they stood for. Maybe it was just a feint, a bluff to get under the Black Fang’s skin, and if that was the case, it worked a little too well.

With a roar and a hiss, the Black Fang put her all into a wild surge upwards, dedicating every muscle she could find to throwing Maria off her back in a single push. It was a crazed, desperate move, but that was what she’d been pushed to - if the demoness wanted a real fight, she’d be getting one.

Even though Maria really had no intention of removing Fang's mask-- there were, after all, some things that you just didn't do in the ring-- the audience believed it, as did Fang herself. The Asian girl started struggling all the more fiercely from underneath Maria, making her position atop the other girl a little lore tenuous.

And then, in a display of strength that surprised Maria, Fang surged backwards, throwing the demon essential off of her completely. Crashing onto her butt, Maria winced a little before rolling back up to her feet. "Lucky break for you then," she said, moving forward to grab a hold of Fang's hair and drag her up to her feet towards the ropes...

That worked?

That worked.

The Black Fang wasn’t known for being the strongest or the sturdiest, but she could push herself well when she needed to, and Maria’s affront was more than enough to bring out some righteous fury. It wasn’t enough to hurt her opponent and was hardly a game changer, but now she had a chance to turn things around. That was more than she had a few moments ago, and she was quite willing to seize the chance.

As Maria came to lift her up, the Black Fang decided to make her move. She reached up and grabbed hold of her head, gripped the side of her mask tight for a grip. She hopped up, then drop to her knees and attempted to drive her opponent’s chin into the top of her skull, slamming her with a surprise jawbreaker.

At this point, Maria had been dominating this match long enough that she felt utterly secure as she grabbed a hold of Fang's hair. To her, Fang had taken enough of a beating at this point that she was still too dazed to fight back-- even though she had just thrown her off, Maria still had the advantage, and was still going to use it.

Boy was she wrong.

Just as she pulled Fang up, the other girl grabbed the back of her head. The next thing she knew, pain exploded through her jaw as it connected violently with Fang's shoulder. Maria's head snapped back, and she toppled onto her back, utterly stunned by Fang's sharp counter. Clutching her jaw, she tilted left and right, legs kicking weakly at the mat as she let out a wordless groan. Damn it all, but Fang had gotten her good just now.