Yalina Saleh vs. La Avispa Negra II "The Black Wasp"

Standard match
Win by pinfall, submission, knockout, or DQ


“LLLLadies and Gentleman,” boomed the announcer, “this is a match scheduled for one fall.  Weighing in at ‘tell anyone my weight and I’ll kill you’, the Persian princess, Yalina Saleh!”

Spoiler:

As Arabian nights played from the loudspeakers, Yalina strutted her way down the ramp towards the ring, as if she was a model walking the catwalk.  She moved in her tall open-toed heels as if she’d been born in them, her silk top and skirt flowing gracefully around her as she moved.  

Yalina took it all in - the lights, the pyro, and the fans. They were all here to see her, of course, who else?  These pathetic losers, she thought, let them have just one glimpse of total perfection in their lives.  

She grasped the lowest rope of the apron like a lover, and pulled herself onto the apron, slowly and seductively climbing into the ring with one nyloned leg over the lower rope, giving the crowd a nice show.

Once in the ring, Yalina fixed the cute, young ref with her most condescending, intimidating stare, hoping to gain any advantage.  Yalina wondered who would have the privilege to be dominated by her tonight.

"Weighing in at 141lbs and standing at 5"7", she hails from the island o Puerto Rico, La Avisipa Negra II!!! the announcer called out as metal burst from the speakers and the lights dimmed. Strobe lights shined to the stage entrance as Yalina's opponent came down the ramp, clad in the usual back and yellow wrestling attire she usually wore to the ring. She didn't flaunt much at all up there, simply walking towards the ring, clapping at least one fan's hand in an uncharacteristic manner.

Avispa:

Once in the ring, entering it somewhat plainly, she pointed a finger to the ceiling in a little tribute. She then began to go to her corner, watching Yalina with muted interest.

Yalina was impressed by the speed and focus of her opponent.  No nonsense, no BS, just walks right down, confident, and steps into the ring.  She’d have to watch out for this one. Yalina removed her high heels and set them in her corner, stepping out in her stocking feet; no use risking a twisted ankle by trying to wrestle in the heels, Yalina thought to herself.

With both ladies in the ring and yet to lock up, the ref began to read off the rules of the night’s match:

“OK ladies, I want to see a clean fight tonight.  No dirty holds, absolutely no eye gouging, no hairpulling, no biting,..”

As the ref droned on, Yalina yawned, wanting to start the match already.  Who put a stick up this ref’s ass, anyway, Yalina thought to herself?

"…and no kicks to the crotch,” finished the ref, but was that a little wink she threw in the direction La Avispa Negra?

Avispa grinned, seemingly the ref was rather against her opponent. Maybe due to her personality. Seemed a bit prissy to her taste, but would have to do. Hopefully they'd show the same in a fight and be easy prey for her. It was clear she didn't seem to care much at all for Yalinda.

She walked up to the middle of the ring and crossed her arms. The bell hadn't even rung yet and there Avispa was, challenging the eastern beauty to test her might right there in the center of the ring.

Yalina saw Avispa move towards the center of the ring, and signal for a test of strength. This simply would not do for Yalina, who knew that a raw test of strength would likely not be to Yalina’s advantage. Yalina moved calmly out of her corner towards where Avispa stood in the center of the ring, keeping her mesmerizing hazel eyes locked on her foe like a predator stalking her prey, but just before reaching Avispa, Yalina would dive towards Avispa’s legs, hoping to ram her shoulder into the beautiful Puerto Rican’s shins and take her down to the mat.

Avispa was no fool, watching Yalina in return with a steady gaze. The bell rung and immediately her opponent was on her, grabbing her leg in an attempt to bring her down. While successful in this endeavor, Avispa still held on to her as the two now wrestled for supremacy in the ground. While she herself having the advantage of strength, Yalina easily had the advantage of good positioning, leveraging her weigh on getting her leg.

As Yalina and Avispa continued to roll around on the mat, Yalina kept her left hand tightly grasping Avispa's right leg. Yalina's plan was to keep Avispa on the ground, thus nullifying much of Avispa's strength advantage, along with any aerial moves in Avispa's arsenal. Seeing an opening, Yalina would attempt to use her momentum as she rolled, and land her right knee viciously onto Avispa's right thigh, with her hand still holding Avispa's leg.

"Auggh," she gasped, her thigh being assaulted by a vicious knee strike. It hurt but it wasn't that bad in the whole of things. However she was still stuck in the same position, and even with her rolling a bit from side to side to try and knock the middle eastern woman off and gain the needed advantage.

“Now I have you!” said Yalina as her right knee connected with Avispa’s thigh, trapping Avispa’s thigh underneath her knee.  Yalina heard Avispa gasp in pain, and felt Avispa trying to knock her off balance.  Avispa was strong and determined, and Yalina struggled to remain on top of Avispa, but Yalina was able to skillfully maneuver her left leg over to the opposite side of Avispa’s knee, allowing Yalina to maintain her balance.  

From her dominant position, Yalina would attempt to keep grinding her knee roughly into Avispa’s thigh, while using her hand, still holding Avispa’s leg, to both roughly pull and hyper-extend Avispa’s knee, as well as apply torque to twist Avispa’s ankle. If successful, Yalina would taunt Avispa:

“Awww, how does that feel, little wasp?  Does it hurt?  Does it sting?”

She could only respond with a cry of pain, unable to move and trapped under the skill of the rather talented middle eastern woman. It was hard now not what to think to do next as countering it became far harder. Avispa only pushed back, at least trying to make it harder for Yalina She wouldn't stand for such humiliation so easily, but it was still piss poor.