The Black Fang vs. Sien Teist - Old School

It worked? It worked!

There were few more exhilarating feelings in the Black Fang’s life than actually pulling off a move that she’d been practicing, making it work in a real match. The time, the athleticism, the skill - it wasn’t an easy thing to do, but it was all worth it just to get that little pop from the audience, and to catch this dastardly fiend off guard…

...though maybe it worked a little too well. The Black Fang had forgotten why it was usually considered bad form to hit a person with glasses, and why it was also bad form to even bring them into the ring. Sien’s goggles looked like plastic, so no big damage, but even so it was bound to be a nasty hit.

If this had been a more serious match, she would’ve used the opening, maybe even gone for her finisher. Against AJ, though, Ryoko was using a lighter touch.

She slipped through the ropes and ducked down behind Sien, waiting for her to finish fumbling with her goggles. The moment it looked like she was clear, she brought an arm through her legs from behind, grabbed her waist, fell to her back and tried to pull her foe over and dump her flat on her back. From there, the Black Fang rolled into her, trying to stack her with a surprise schoolboy. Or schoolgirl, if you wanted to be technical about it.

She had personally never taken the hitting a person with glasses thing seriously. never given it the thought it deserved. It was bad enough they messed with her peripheral vision, but the red swirls were painted on, and not transparent at all. She was just thankful they also hadn't fogged up. That was the last thing she needed. Straightening the goggles back on, her hand left the ropes as she went to turn.

Alexa felt a grip around her before the world spun in a quick confusing moment. It had been so quick, so easy, that she was almost stunned into shock with her back and shoulders laying flat to the mat. He could feel the weight of The Black Fang on her, pushing her to the mat.

The official slide down beside them, slamming a hand to the mat. "1!"...

She was panicking, legs kicking. Her body rocking from side to side as she tried to get her shoulders up, it was harder then she thought. It always looked so easy. Was she going to lose here? SO fast? So soon? To this?!

..."2!"...

"Nooooo!" She rocks her body, throwing her arm out to break away. She kicked her legs out before rolling off to the side away from the Black Fang's grasp. That had been too close. How could she let that happen. Stupid stupid stupid! She scrambled to her feet, her character and here were in it together, the fright in her features was real. If she had lost there she would have died. Just curled up into a small ball and turned to ash. Hell Black Fang had helped her roll into that bell to begin with. She snorted, trying to compose herself. Her voice was a bit shaken as he heart pounded so hard she assumed the whole arena could hear it.

There was a moment - brief, though it was - where the Black Fang, first for the first time in her entire career, was afraid that her opponent might not be able to kick out in time.

There were a few pins she could’ve tried to get Sien into - maybe the bridging German Suplex pin, or some variation on the Oklahoma Roll - but she’d opted for the simplest one, the move that just about every wrestler learned in their first week of wrestling school. Even with her being distracted, it should’ve been an easy escape.

But, when the referee’s hand came down a second time, it occurred to her that, maybe, AJ had been more taken off guard than she’d anticipated. That she wasn’t ready for the kickoff. That the fans were about to get a poor finish to what could’ve been a great match.

Thankfully for the crowd - and the Black Fang’s heart - she managed to escape and recoup, jut before the final count. Sighing in stark relief, she made her way up to her feet and faced Sien, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off her brow. Good exchange, that was.

Giving her friend a little break, she bent her knees and leaned forward, looking ready to pounce, but not actually doing so. ”What’s wrong, villain?” She called out, filling her voice with braggadocio. ”Biting off more than you can chew?”

Alex was thankful for the brief reprieve, taking full advantage of it to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. She wouldn't stand idle though, the fans wanted to see something. Banter it was, as she made a showing of fixing up her attire. She rolled back the cuffs of her black dress shirt. "I had to be certain you were the genuine article. I can have nothing short perfection if I'm to create my masterpiece."

She reached behind her, unclasping her shirt to tear it away! he had a simple pair of black sports trunks underneath.  For now she left the rest. She spent too much time on this costume to not get her full use out of it unless elements of it became a hindered. "You know, the only reason you seem so bright, Black Fang, is light travels faster than sound. All one has to do is hear you speak to form a hypnosis you aren't as clever as you think." That was a good one. She liked that one a lot.

She seemed ready again, giving a large overly dramatic shrug and the shake of her head.

She raised her arms, walking in to what one might have assumed was another lockup. Once she neared however, she kicked up a boot to belt The Black Fang in the abdomen, trying to buckle her forward. She's close in, trying to collect the heroine into her arms for a followup grapple that would surely be devastating. "You know, an object remains in a state of rest until it is compelled to change. Allow. Me. To. Assist."

For a split second, as Sien reached behind her to undo her skirt, there was a moment where the Black Fang thought that this was about to take an unforeseen and unwelcomed turn. She knew this was the AFW and no one could avoid the hentai forever, but she felt like she’d been doing a good job so far. And, while she wasn’t the best judge of character, there way she’d been that off about AJ, right? Right

Words could not describe the relief when she saw that her foe was wearing something underneath. ”Oh, thank god.”

At any rate, they were back on after that little break, and the Black Fang was all too eager to re-engage. She moved in with her arms raised and wide smile, legit glad that this was still going on. ”You talk big for a woman I nearly pinned a few moments ago, fiend.” She wiggled her fingers. ”Also, did you mean ‘hypothesis’ instead of ‘hypnosis’? Because, I mean, English is my second language, but-“

A kick to the gut interrupted Black Fang’s query and folded her over. Just like that, she found herself on the defense, backing up as she rubbed her aching stomach. ”Cheap...shot…”

Alexa puffed up her cheeks, breaking character. Has she misspoken? She had, hadn't she. She was kicking herself. Did The Black Fang know how hard it was to come up with all these puns? Her cheeks visibly reddened in embarrassment as she tried to push it down and focus. "I was testing you, that's all." She might have taken that one a little bit personal, despite all the fun and games they were having. "You're still flunking. See me after class." Professor, scientist? It was up in the air what Sien's credentials really were. More perks in playing on the dark side, you could just make stuff up.

As she drove her boot into The Black Fang, she gave a small cackle as she came down on the heroine. She grabbed for her arm to take control over the limb, slipping up beside her. She'd dip to force the arm under Black Fang's legs to grasp her at the wrist on the other side. Pressing herself against the woman, she's peel back her other arm, hooking it behind her. After a short time to psyche herself up, She threw her weight back a bit trying to hoist the super heroine up with a twist to lay her over one shoulder on her stomach, head forward  as her arms moved to hold her at the waist and behind the neck. She hadn't practice this move much, but the pumphandle slam was one of a few power moves in her wheelhouse.

There was a delay when she had brought the woman up, her inexperience could have easily made an opening. If The Black Fang didn't escape, she's throw their weight forward to drive the other woman down into the mat landing across her from the slam. She's quickly try to hook one of her legs, going for her own early pinfall.

Good kick. Not bad at all. The Black Fang had to admit, she wasn’t sure what to make of AJ when this all started, and a small part of her feared that the whole ‘evil scientist’ bit wouldn’t be more than that just that: a bit. She didn’t know how skilled AJ was, or if she’d be able to make a good challenge.

But now she was stumbling back. Sien had her. This was about to get more interesting.

Was it weird that she was happy that Sien had managed to get in a good kick and leave her stunned? Yeah. Just like with the pinfall. Not a normal match, this was.

That kick surprised her, but not as much as the feel of Sien working her arms around her body for what the Black Fang guessed was a pumphandle slam. Sure enough, she was lifted up and dropped down right on her back, hitting with a sick THUD.  That hurt.

But, worse than that, it meant that her shoulders were on the mat. Pinned.

”1…!”

Despite the pain, she couldn’t help but have a little smile. ”Good slam.” She whispered it out, so low even the referee couldn't hear it.

”2…!”

The Black Fang gave a hard kickout just as the referee slapped the mat a second time, throwing Sien off and flopping over to her chest. A little dazed, a little dizzy, but okay.

She wasn't sure she was going to get the slam, then she threw Black Fang up onto her shoulders she had almost lost her grip and just toss the girl off her. That would have been really, really embarrassing. She had fumbled, teetering to keep her balance before she threw them both down into the mat. The canvas shook under them, that resounding thud of bodies hitting the ring had never felt as good for her as it did in that moment. She reached out to hook the other woman's legs as she draped herself across her.

...Had The Black Fang complimented her? She wasn't sure if she had heard it or just envisioned it. She was certain she had. A large grin creeping across her face.

When The Black Fang kicked out, she was bucked to the side, unprepared to remain gracefully over her adversary. She was in a bit of a star struck stupor. As she stood up on her knees, breathing hard, her reaction of shock seemed to work well for the crowd. The praise she thought she heard left her stunned, while the fans and onlookers assumed the kick out had been what left her speechless.

She shook her head trying to push all of that back into her mind. She could fangirl over this later... and ask Fang if she heard her right. Maybe she had said something else and she misheard. What could it have been if no- SHE WAS DOING IT AGAIN. FOCUS!

She pushed herself to stand, making her way to The Black Fang. Reaching, trying to gather the woman up by the nape of the neck and shoulder to drag her to her feet. Who knew what else was in store? The fans were booing and hissing. Calling for Black Fang to do something.

As the Black Fang rolled away and the crowd cheered on her escape, she took a moment to think, really think, about the woman she was fighting, here.

AJ was no pushover. In fact, her style reminded the Black Fang a lot of her own. Good strikes? Check. Good speed? Check. Good strength? Check. Maybe she didn’t accel in anything in particular, but that was the same sort of philosophy that Asami had drilled into her. Well-rounded, do-anything, a wrestler who had something ready for any circumstance, even if it wasn’t necessarily the best thing.

Also, she hadn’t seen Sien go up top or do a submission move. There was still much to learn.

Along with a fair bit of time to learn it. She didn’t know why Sien was giving her so much time to recover, but she would eagerly use it, resting up while she waited for her opponent to close the gap. So, when her foe finally reached her, well...she had a surprise waiting.

She started to move up, following Sien’s lead back to her feet. Before she rose all the way, though, the Black Fang pulled back behind her, wrapped one arm around the villainess’ waist, then reached down with the other to seize her by the thigh. From there, it was just a simple matter of lifting the mad doctor up and dropping her down for a hard sit on an upturned knee, driving right into her tailbone - the atomic drop. An oldie, but a goodie.

As she roused The Black Fang to her feet she considered her options, she wanted to use some of her flashier moves, give The Black Fang a showcase of what she could do. The Heroine however, had other ideas. She hunched forward, failing to grab hold of the other woman tighter as the cunning hero slipped behind her. "Urk!" She tried to step forward and away, but the other woman had around wrapped an arm around her, keeping her from retreating. She felt her leg lift up off the ground a moment before the rest of her took to the air thanks to the woman behind her. Her rams came up in an attempt to find balance, fully expecting to be thrown into a backdrop, but it never happened. She had a momentarily sense of relieve before she came back down on Black fangs knee.

She let out a sudden scream om impact. She had never been hit with an atomic drop.She had always assumed it was a move for guys to use on one another, for, well... the obvious reason. She had never really considered how much pain it would cause to her. It had nothing to do with your gender, it had everything to do with your tail bone. The pain shot through her like a sniper bullet, snaking up her spine. She stumbled off the planted need hobbling away from The Black Fang as she clutched her backside, rubbing it fiercely to try and somehow numb the pain. "Oh hoooh hooh... Oh... jeez..." She grimaced as she tried to move away... she didn't know what to do next just... get away.