The Black Fang vs. Sien Teist - Old School

With at triumphant cry, the Black Fang raised her arms and locked in the Full Nelson. It wasn’t by accident that she’d gone for this move, and there were plenty of options: a suplex, a dropkick, another Atomic Drop if she wanted Sien to get extra miffed.

But this? This was a good one. It kept her locked down, had so many options if she wanted to try something else, and best of all, it was a way for her to make AJ submit without hurting her too much. A clear winner.

Until Sien broke out of it, anyway. ”Wait, what?

One moment, she had Sien nice and secure, the next she was out and free and moving out of the Full Nelson with ease. The Black Fang, for all her training had never been taught that trick, and she made a note to ask AJ to teach it to her at some point.

And that was the last thought she had before she was lifted up and hurled down hard, coming down on her back and getting laid out. She hissed as the pain ran up and down her spine, stinging across the entire length. In short, it hurt like crazy, and she didn’t want to get up for the moment. Shame she’d probably have to.

Alexa knew her way around that hold exceptionally well, at least from a standing position. Had they been on the ground it would have been a different story. Her early years in amateur wrestling? Nope. Training as a professional wrestler? Nope. Then where? A two hour self defense class all the girls had to take for her high school prom, of all places. Along with a variety of ways to subdue attackers with their fingers and go places to kick or punch someone if they were grabbing on you. She had since learned a few other ways around the move, but this one in particular she found to be the quickest and flashest way.

She played along for a bit, but when it was time she made her move. Scooping The Black Fang up in her arms, holding her at her side. The woman was seemingly taken by surprise. That was good, it meant she wouldn't be prepared for what happened next. Alexa slammed her down, pressing the side of her body down on top of her to add to the impact as they shook the ring. As they lay on the mat, she reached out to grab hold of both of The Black Fang's legs to pull the woman into a pinning position, curling her almost entirely onto her shoulders for leverage.

"How the mighty have fallen!"

The official literally jumped to where the two had laid themselves down onto the mat, slamming the canvas with a palm.

"1..!"

It was true, yes, that Sien had taken her by surprise with an impressive counter, one that she hadn’t seen from any wrestler before, let alone someone at their level.

It was true, also, that she’d thrown the Black Fang for a loop, and that her counter move was well-executed and left her world appropriately rocked it.

It was true, even, that Sien had a good pin going on. Not enough wrestlers had the wherewithal to grab both legs. Smart lady, this one.

It would never be true, however, that the Black Fang could be pinned by a simple Sidewalk Slam. Even one like that. No way, no how.

”2…!”

As soon as the referee’s hand hit the mat again, our heroine did a hard kickout and flopped over to her back. Still a bit out of it, but her reflexes were more than sufficient to save her. This time.

Alexa bucked as The Black fang kicked out, nearly falling to the mat herself from having been holding the other woman's legs so tight. She caught herself with a palm, looking back to the masked crusader huffing. She had been close, maybe a bit too close. She rolled out onto her knees, hunkering down over the heroine to take her by the shoulder and hair... she was being a heel after all. Stepping out from her knees she's attempt to drag her to her feet, throwing her hip at her midsection in an attempt to keep her dazed and compliant. "Not so chatty now, hmmm?!"

She needed that to set things up.

Tossing one of the other woman's arms over the back of her neck, she reached past her to grab hold of her thigh and lift. She steadied herself, feet firm, back hunched as she readied herself. If The heroine was unable to break free before this point, Alexa would rock the two of them in a small bob before throwing her weight back, trying to fisherman suplex The Black Fang into a curled hold on the mat. She'd, after a few seconds work to arch her back, bridging the move slowly into another pin attempt.

Down, but not quite out, the Black Fang wasn’t the least bit surprised when Sien came to pick up, grabbing her by the hairs as they rose. Perfect heel move and quite handy besides. She’d been skeptical about the gimmick, just a wee bit, when this all started, but those fears were gone now. AJ was going whole hog, and she loved it.

That being said, she did find the hair-pulling annoying. She accepted that this was all part of the wrestling package, but still. Ouch.

That was the least of the Black Fang’s more immediate problems, however.  At the moment, she had to worry about the suplex she was in, the one that was carrying him and lifting him and slamming her hard onto the mat…

On her shoulders. Another pin attempt. ”1…!”

The Black Fang had to concede, she was impressed by Sien’s strategy. As Asami always taught Ryoko: “Pin early, pin often.” Simple advice, but effective. Each pin wore away your opponent more and more.

”2…!”

She kicked out once more, but this time the referee had just raised her hand before she made the escape. Longer. Good for AJ, bad for the Black Fang.

As they came down she winced. It hadn't been her smoothest landing with the fisherman, despite how practiced with it she had been prior to coming to Japan. Her form tonight was sloppy. She blamed the boots. It took her longer to bridge her back, as a result she may have lost that last second she would have needed.

She had seen it a few times, and she was finally going to do it. There were a few moves that flowed well into being repeated. It was almost like a submission and a power move combined, and in this case, a pin. The longer she stayed locked in, the weaker her opponent would get, and the more effective the move became. It was genius. She planted her back to the mat, kicking her legs to the side to roll them over... to roll them over... to roll... It wasn't working. She couldn't get both her and The Black Fang over and as a result it almost looked like she was flailing on the ground. Her face reddened as she surrendered the woman's leg and neck.

Plan B.

She pushed herself up and hopped over the downed heroine, dashing for the ropes. Turning, she slammed into the top and middle before rocketing back the way she had come. Just as she reached the downed woman she jumped up, kicking out her legs to attempt a leg drop across her upper body! "HYUH!

Wait for it…

The Black Fang was trying to summon her facilities and regain control of the situation. She was humble enough to admit that she’d underestimated AJ just a bit - what the woman lacked in physical prowess, she was making up for in technique. It seemed the two of them wrestled with the same school of thought - nothing too fancy, nothing too flashy, just tried-and-true moves and strategies that had worked for wrestling since long before they were born.

It made her wonder what more they could do if they were working together, instead of against each other, but...thoughts for another time.

Wait for it…

It seemed like Sien was going for something, trying to turn the suplex into another move, but whatever it was, it didn’t quite work. Instead of barking up the wrong tree, she was quick and wise, getting up and going for something safer - in theory. Bouncing off the ropes, coming back at her opponent, leaping up, coming down…

And missing. Because the Black Fang sat up at just the right second, giving Sien nothing but an empty canvas to drop down on.

Alexa normally wasn't one for attacking a downed opponent... well, save for her arsenal of submissions. But tonight she had sworn off of using the majority of them. She had a fear that she might get lucky with a hold and the match would end prematurely, the last thing she wanted was that. This was as much a learning experience for her as it was a newly acquired dream scenario. While She had only known of Black Fang for just over a weak, being face to face with a heroine had always been something she wanted, wrestling or not. This other woman was the embodiment of all the things she wanted for herself.

She wasn't ashamed to admit her jealousy over that. She wanted the cool costumes, the larger than life attitude, and that swell of pride that came from standing for something good and just. It was hard to capture that feel as just some normal girl from Boston. She was always her own biggest detractor.

Though filling the poorly planned boots of the role opposite her dream, it felt good. She was enjoying every moment of this and felt as though she learned more here tonight than she had back home under a legitimate trainer. It put some wind in her sail to feel justified in her choice to come all the way to Japan. When she was coming down off of the high of adrenaline after the match, she would probibly slip into a phase of self loathing and regret again, but for now she was at the top of Everest.

She came off the ropes with a huge grin plastered onto her face. She didn't normally do a whole lot of rope work or running maneuvers. Not because she didn't want to but more because she didn't have a good understanding of when to incorporate them effectively. Now had seemed like a good time.

Which is why she obviously needed a bit more time to work on her running game.

Jumped up at the last moment, letting gravity do the rest as she fell towards the Black Fang. Then she fell towards the floor, her target had gone. She hit the ground hard, frozen in the sitting position as the terrible landing rekindled her hatred for the pain one's tailbone can cause them. She had turned into a sculpture, face locked in a grimace of pain as she breathed out through her teeth.

There wasn’t a wasted moment after the Black Fang narrowly escaped the leg drop, sitting up with only a few precious inches to spare. While that couldn’t have been a pleasant fall - especially with her tailbone aching - that didn’t mean Sien would be vulnerable forever.  No time to wait, no time to sit back and look at how Sien had reacted to her missed leg drop, not time to do anything but move, move, move.

She rolled to her feet and took off, dashing away from her foe at top speed - or as fast as she could go now, anyway with her back achin from the Crab’s pinch. This match had taken more out of her than she’d expected, AJ proving to a be a canny opponent, but the Black Fang still had enough left in the tank to see this all the way through.

She hit the ropes, spun about, and came dashing hard towards Sien from from, picking up even more steam as she went. For a moment it looked she might just right over her opponent, but it turned out she had something a little more elegant in mind, instead.

When she at the right distance, only a couple of feet away, she leaped towards Sien and shot her leg out, hitting her hard in the chest with a sliding kick, one that had body weight and momentum behind it for a powerful impact.

Alexa was groaning softly, a long sad animal like sound that perfectly expressed her pain at the given moment. She did she try this? She never did leg drops. Especially not running ones. Now she was paying for it. Her eyes followed The Black fang as she dashed past and she couldn't help but be in awe a bit. She was still up and moving, really fast, after all they had done. She really was something else. She blinked behind her goggles as she bounced back, heading straight for her.

"Eeeee!" She lurched forward as she tried to get herself up, the sharp pain from her tailbone shooting through her spine, temporarily paralyzing her. She stared on in horror was The Black Fang closed in. "Nonononono!" She threw up her arms defensively, trying to protect her face.

Her cheeks puffed up before she exhaled roughly into the impact. Head over heels she tumbled backwards, thudding each full revolution until she came to an abrupt halt as she got caught up in the bottom rope. The rope itself pushed up against her abdomen, her lower half was hanging off onto the apron. She slowly lifted her head, swirlie eyed goggles sat one sided as she wearily peered towards The Black Fang. Her very classy green tie had apparently dislodged itself from around her neck in her pilgrimage and now lay in the ring between them.

She slapped a palm to the mat, trying to scoot her shoulder along the canvas while she pulled to try and get herself back into the ring.