The Black Fang vs. Sien Teist - Old School

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO


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The Black Fang’s heart was beating at staccato pace, threatening to burst out of her chest before she’d done a single thing. This felt big. Bigger than wrestling for a belt, almost. She’d get more than one title shot if she was lucky and hung around long enough, but the chance to work with someone in a debut like this? Someone she liked? Someone she could just have fun with? Didn’t come along nearly enough.

She would never have another match like this, she was sure of that much, and she was so ready to start that she was practically bursting at the seams..

Keep your cool, Ryoko. Focus, focus.

The referee came between them after she’d scurryed up from the ringside table, getting permission for an unscheduled match. Thankfully, this sort of thing was fairly common in the AFW, and they always kept some spots on the program open for challenges. The referee was ready, the crew was ready, and the Black Fang couldn’t have been more ready.

The bell rang and she went into action before the noise had even finished reveberatng, circling around the canvas with anxious feet. She stayed light and loose, trying to see how well AJ kept up with her pace, before deciding to cut straight into things. ”Ready or not, here I come!”

The Black Fang took a big, bold step forward with her arms raised, looking to clash with AJ in the middle of the ring. She didn’t have anything big planned, really, just wanted to get a good sense on what her friend was working with in terms of strength.

Alexa paced her side of the ring, trying her best to seem like she had it all together. This had gone well. Really well. Better than she had hoped. The Black Fang seemed to like her, enough to humor all of this. Was she as excited as Alexa was? It was hard to tell, the other woman always seemed so expressive, so alive. She could feel a dull throbbing in her head to the beat of her heart and a  lightness of her body as her stomach was aflutter with butterflies. Was this how it was always going to feel? She was torn between hoping it wouldn't ever change and would... soon hopefully.

This match meant everything to her. She wanted to call this woman a role model. To call her a hero, a real hero. Was that wrong? She felt only having known of her for just over a week somehow weakened this claim and cheapened who The Black Fang really was when it came from her mouth. She needed this to go well. She had to be sure she gave it her all. If she didn't manage to at least hold her own for a little bit, what would all of this been for?

There was a call from outside the ring that snapped her back to the reality before her. They had gotten permission to hold the match. It was official. She came to a stop, spinning on the heel of her boot to stare down The Black Fang. Nervous eyes hidden away behind crazed goggles of swirling red. She grinned, slowly loosening up her tie in preparation... she wasn't exactly sure why that would help in the actual match or even in the context of this character she played, but it looked cool. Right?

As the bell rang she slipped back into her familiar stance, her center of gravity low, her feet at the ready. Her boots weren't made for this, but they would have to do for now. She circled The Black Fang slowly as the two sized each other up. "...And soon you'll fall!" She threw back her hands to billow the lab coat behind her as she rushed to meet the Black fang head on, arms raising to attempt to lock hands with the woman, the good old test of strength! I felt like it was made for epic struggles like this. She was confident the gesture would be humored. She had seen her willing to lock up with a woman nearly twice her size in the playbacks. It was time to get things started.

Asami’s lessons rang through the Black Fang’s head as she moved forward, coming at AJ with solid posture. That was one thing her mentor had been a stickler for, wanting her pupil to always have the right form in every match, to have her stances and moves and everything down to exact science. The lockup that the Black Fang had for AJ - or Sien, that’d take some getting used to - was nothing but the best.

She met her in the middle  of the ring and locked fingers, finding more force coming her way than she’d expected. The Black Fang wasn’t a hulk herself, but she was far from weak, and she would’ve had enough strength to push most women back with ease. Sien was stronger than ‘most women’, she could tell that right away. Good body, too. Solid stance. When this was over, she and AJ would have to exchange some tips.

Later. Later For now, the Black Fang hunkered down and focused on the task.

”You’re not bad!” The Black Fang exclaimed, struggling for a moment, before she started to put more and more pressure into the exchange, attempting to pass the test of strength.  ”But let’s see...how you handle… She started to put her full power into the test, seeing how well Ms. Tiest hanged when she was going all out.

It had taken every fiber of her being to keep things professional. Even here, in this lock up where nobody could hear them. It would have been easy to exchange a few quick words, sing the woman praises. Wish her a good match. She didn't want to risk breaking character. She wanted this to be perfect. Her arms shook as they had locked fingers in, sealing away any hope of escape. She had hoped to leverage some ground on Black Fang by positioning her wrists to assert herself, but found the woman doing something similiar keeping them both deadlocked.

"Of course I'm not... They don't simply hand out PhDs to anyone you... ninny!" Her arms shook, muscles straining as The Black Fang exerted herself. Alexa was losing ground. She felt her boots sliding, the soles had little grip compared to her actual ring gear. She felt herself being pushed down and back, each passing second saw her being driven down deeper, to a knee now. Even putting all her effort into it, she was surprised how readily The Black Fang was able to overpower her. That was fine though, she was playing the role of the bad guy after all...

She suddenly tried to pull her hands free, holding them up defensively in an act of pleading for mercy. She was down and out, all hope was lost. "Curse you and your superior genetics..." She was however simply waiting for an opening, for a cheap shot. There was any number of things she could do. Eye rakes, a well placed thumb, throat strikes... she didn't want to actually do any of that and risk hurting the other woman with a real cheap shot. Just going out of her way to take advantage of her in this character felt wrong enough. If The Black Fang backed away to give her space, she'd press in on her, standing to attempt to send a European uppercut at her chin. "Science wins again! Mwahaha!"

Yeah, Sien’s suit wasn’t helping things. A genius the mad doctor surely was when it came to genetics and genealogy, but it seemed that skill didn’t transfer over to the fashion sense. As neat as the outfit was, it fought against her time. The canvas was cleaned after every match, a necessity given the numerous body fluids getting spilled over it all the time. Not the best place for shoes like that.

But, to her credit, AJ made due as best she could hope. Which reminded the Black Fang: it was banter time. ”A shame they don’t give out PhD’s in wrestling, Ms. Teist!” She pushed forward and really pushed now, seizing the advantage and taking good ground. ”You could’ve really used it for this.”

Not bad, but she felt she could’ve come up with better. Next time, she was going to carry some notes in her bra or something, have some one-liners ready at all times.

Right as she processed that thought, her foe decided to strike, coming at her with a surprising European Uppercut. Surprising because it had come out of nowhere, and surprising because that move was something you didn’t see often in the AFW. Most people just stuck to the vanilla stuff when it came to the strikes, aping MMA stuff. It was nice to see something that was vintage wrestling thrown into the mix.

Effective, too. It left the Black Fang staggering, taking a couple of stunned steps back while she nursed her jaw.

European uppercuts were a favorite of her father's. He had remarkably stiff ones too. She wasn't as well practiced to likely missed out on some of the potential that came with the strike. Still, it bought her time, and that was all she needed. It was time to invest the crowd. She shrugged the lab coat from her shoulders, slipping it free from one arm. Circling her other arm she collected most of it's length before tossing it out towards Black Fang, the billowing garment thrown out at her almost like a net, meant to obscure Alexa's movements.  

She knew where the woman was, and what she wanted to do. It was all a matter of catching her. She knew from watching previous matches that The Black Fang hopelessly could outpace her, but, as a bad guy? She had a few tricks up her sleeve to even the odds by getting in some work early. "All of this potential, how about we turn it kinetic?!"

She had shuffled slightly to the side, creating a better angle as the lab coat flew. From here, she charged. Staying lower to the ground to hold her stance, she powered through the coat towards Black Fang, attempting to run right through her. She'd bring her arms out, to try and cradle the heroine in her arms after the initial impact as she charged towards the nearest corner. That was the end game here, as she threw her weight and momentum forearm, trying to drive The masked heroine into the the turnbuckles as hard as she could. She wasn't going to hold back, she wanted to impress this woman, and it was going to take everything she had to do it. "A positive charge! "Regret facing me yet? Isotope so!"

Not bad, not bad, but the Black Fang was fairly tough. She only needed a few moments to recover from the European Uppercut, and once she did, she would come down on Sien like a cold rain, washing away her evil deeds, and-

”Bwah!” That strange noise was the sound the Black Fang made as a lab coat was flung in her face out of nowhere, covering her vision. Honestly, she kicked herself for not seeing it coming - a heel like this was bound to use everything at her disposal, including a smokescreen like this.

Wrestling: the only sport in the world where a lab coat could play an important role.

It didn’t take her more than two seconds to get the blasted thing off, but two seconds in a wrestling match could be damaging as two minutes. That was more than enough time for her wily foe to come hard at her and drive her clear across the ring, slamming her into the turnbuckle and knocking the wind out of her.

She was stunned, but even if Sien’s attack hadn’t done it, her joke would’ve. The Black Fang had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at it. ”The only thing worse than your methods...are your puns!” She blurted that out quick, as she shook her head and leaned in the corner.

As Alexa drove The Black Fang into the corner she was sure to drive her all the way into the turnbuckles for good measure. Her hands reached out, grasping for the middle rope. She's lean back before throwing her weight forward to ram her squared shoulders into the woman's abdomen, over and over. Three was the magic number. She didn't want to go overboard. The crowds were already hissing and booing. Her act seemed to be getting people behind The Black Fang. If not for love of her, but for dislike of Sien Teist.

"Your options are only relative!"

She grabbed for The Black Fang's arm and a shoulder, taking two long steps back before trying to yank her from the corner, irish whipping her towards the far turnbuckle. If the other woman went along with it, she would be charging, not too far behind her.

The Black Fang - Ryoko was having the time of her life. Even as she leaned there, hurting. Even as Sien rammed her shoulder into her stomach and sunk it in deep. The pain didn’t matter, she wouldn’t have became a wrestler in the first place if she had an aversion to that. But, fun, fast, frenetic wrestling? That was all her style, whether she was watching, dishing it out, or find herself on the receiving end.

Sien kept it moving, hurling her off to the far corner with a strong Irish Whip and giving the Black Fang a chance to showcase something she’d been working on quite a bit recently. She’d never done it outside of practice in a real match before, but there was no time like the present for a field test.

Instead of just turning and hitting the corner, she ducked, grabbed middle ropes, and did a somersault up the corner, going completely upside-down for a second. At the apex, she flipped over and landed on the outside of the ring, coming down on her feet in one slick, quick move.

If it all worked like she wanted it to, Sien would be coming up right behind here, in prime range for her to lean over the ropes and hit her with a quick punch to the head.

Alexa had whipped The Black Fang as hard as she managed, but the harder part was keeping up. She had to really work to chase after the woman. As she neared she throw her arms out to grappled her to come up with nothing. She came to a sudden halt at the counter, staring in wonder at the acrobatic feat. Jealousy and pride swelled in her missing into one very confusing ball of emotion. Oh my god... that is so... so...

Thankful she didn't have to think of it even a little as she was popped fight in the face for her distraction. As much as someone might have assumed the solid plastic goggles she wore would have protected her face, it didn't much help. Instead of the force being directed where the fist had landed, it was dispersed over the thin plastic frame which dung into her flesh. DIRTY!

Step over step she staggered away from the turnbuckle a hand raised to clutch her face as the other wildly swung around in front of her reaching for the ropes, which she did eventually find. using it for support as she slipped her fingers beneath her eye wear to cut at her skin where the mask had dug deepest.