Leanna Reis vs Seren Morgan - Hear Me Roar

Rules: Standard Match
Winning Conditions: Win by Pinfall, Submission, KO or Count out

So. Her first official match in AFW. Awesome.

And Leanna herself was feeling more than ready, currently in the locker room in her dark red two pieces attire, one that makes her even more tribal than she is with the black and white fur gloves. This was gonna be her time to shine. And the wildcat was ready to sink her teeth into her opponent.

Like most people that are in AFW, she joined for the challenge, to fight the best and take the gold, just like she did with the other promotions that she had been in. This however feels different from the ones she had been in. She can't put her finger on it but something tells her that she would find even better foes for her to feast on. That made her happy. Japan certainly does draw in a lot of competition, big competition. Now though this was her night.

And tonight Leanna was going to give her opponent the fight of his life as she began to make her way out of the locker room.

The crowd eager to see a match. And soon, Aftermath by As Lions blast on the speakers and the wildcat herself appears on top of the ramp, the crowd giving a moderate pop for the newcomer. As to be expected, she's the newbie here. In her attire, the bottom looking like a loincloth of all things, Leanna walked down, feet padding on the steel ramp. She waste no time in charging down and jumping up on the ring apron, that alone being something not many could do before slingshot over the top rope. A smile on her face, the Wildcat looks as strong as she is sexy, the Brazilian born fighter certainly looks good. Strong and battle ready, she climbed on the turnbuckle and raised her finger in the air, eyes scanning the crowd. She would soon land back to the canvas, eyes focusing on the entrance and eying her opponent.

Leanna wasn't here to play with the crowd, that wasn't her major concern. She's just here to fight. And whoever it is, better be ready for one.

I Can't Fix You - The Living Tombstone:

Seren Morgan:

As the sounds of a winding down music box hit the speakers the crowd fell deathly silent, little more than murmurs. One by one the lights in the area snapped out leaving it in complete darkness for but a moment. There was an occasional flicker of light along the stage and ramp, the infrequent strobe effect cutting on and off which gave her the appearance of closing sudden distance each time she was visible. Behind dragged a long bike chain of what appeared to be chibi dolls haphazardly stitched together save for one curly haired blond doll, never than the rest, dragging along the entry ramp. Her music blared, bass thumping through the speakers like a beating heart obscuring the rattle of the chain she dragged. The audience knew her well enough not, enough to know this didn't bode well for the newcomer. Of all the people to be booked to debut against, the doll maker was perhaps among the worst.

As she reached the edge of the ring, the strobe gradually slowed as Seren she stared at Leanna with sunken unblinking eyes. A wild cat. Her name alone had been an implied challenge. The quickest way to tame a wild beast after all, was to break its will.  The arena went dark once more, her music stopped. When the lights raised once more, she was already in the ring. She gave the other woman one last hard look before moving to her corner to set Baby and the chain gang down under the turnbuckles.

She was very particular of how the items were staged, standing the horrible little Frankenstein chibis up in such a way they were a personal audience for what was about to transpire. As she stood at her full height, she moved to the center of the ring, prepared to administer punishment down onto this poor hapless woman unfortunate enough to be placed in a ring with her.

Despite only being a few inches taller than Leanna, she carried herself like someone taller and lankier. She was oddly still and empty eyed. Her pale far was marred by a large splotchy patch of off color skin on one entire side of her face, a scar recently fading. She waited patiently for the bell as her yes bore down into her enemy combatant.

The Wildcat awaits her opponent, eyes fixated on the entrance. Rolling her neck, the Brazilian born woman was a bit impatient as she just wants to get started. Leanna didn't have to wait long however.

The music hits, belonging to a woman that the audience was afraid for. Funnily enough, there were no cheers or even boos. Just a couple of murmurs that edged near to total silence. The woman, that could be seen from the strobe light effects of the lights, the bike chain rattling from the bass, and the dolls that are stitched together, horribly made.

Guess she's a fan of knitting and sewing. About 60 more so years and she'd be a true grandma.

Still, the atmosphere was unsettling, the wildcat herself didn't really know what the fuss was about. Unbeknownst to Leanna that the woman that disappeared and then suddenly reappeared was Seren Morgan, who certainly have a reputation. A bad one even.

Either she didn't know or didn't care, Leanna was soon in the ring with her, and the audience could only pray that she won't suffer such a brutal fate. A confused look on her face as Seren set the Frankenstein dolls up under the turnbuckles. Guess they were getting the best seat in the house. Not that most people would want to it seems.

She was taller, and a bit lankier than Leanna and that certainly gave her the imposing tone on the newbie. Leanna was no slouch either, standing in the middle of the ring while Miss "Killjoy" walks up. Both were ready to rip and tear into each other, a small smile on her face. Both having marks on there faces, the only difference being that one is a scar and one is a tattoo. Her golden eyes stared straight into Seren's. So... lifeless. Blank. Like a killer. She may not know what her game is but she knew the look. She wants to hurt her. Bad.

At the very least, Leanna knew this wasn't gonna be a usual fight.

Seren held her arms wide as the official carefully checked her for weapons. The referee being and thorough as she could be, though clearly not wanting to have to be this close to the woman. The doll maker's eyes never left the wild cat though, even as she was propped and frisked. Nothing that technically qualified as a weapon on her, but anyone who had seen her fight knew that wasn't entirely true. Everything became a weapon in her hands.

She made her way to the center of the ring, giving Leanna a small upturned nod, the only real acknowledgement she had given since she entered the ring, well, past the creepy staring. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly... was she trying to smile? It was unclear. Her fingers flex in anticipation as she lowered herself down quite a bit in a ready stance. Her arms hung loose at her side as she swayed.

As soon as the bell sounded she would take a few wide steps to close whatever distance there was between the two. Leaning forward she would plant her palms, form incredibly close to the ground as she kicked a leg out wide, arcing it out along the canvas like a blade, looking to cut away Leanna's legs to steep her to the ground. If she managed to down the girl, she would almost certainly try to pounce on top of her not unlike a rabid animal. It would be a terrible place to be.

While the ref checks for weapons on Seren, the taller girl's eyes still stare at Leanna's. Just something with that look. Seriously, that was becoming to be really wierd. Not just wierd, creepy even.

Still, the wildcat stood her ground, despite looming over her, she stood tall and proud. Just like a lioness, she needs to prove that she could handle the strongest in the league. To mark her territory. In her mind, she was another strong beast. Am expected predator.

The question now is who is the hunter and who is the hunted?

Seems like most think it's the Wildcat herself. The murmurs could be heard as the ref pat her down, checking for weapons that she might be hiding. Nah, she was gonna be relying on her body to win. She at least has so much to give to the audience and Seren.

Finally, Seren did move afterwards...well, only her head as she gave a nod. And then the small twitch on her lips as she attempts to make a smile.

"Errrrm... OK

This was...jeez, how can she put it? Really, how can she put it? Just now going past creepy and something else. Well she certainly is good with the pre fight intimidation tactics. But can she fight though? That's the question.

Well the bell rings and soon the Wildcat would find her answer. Seren lowered down onto the ground and her leg would swing out, hovering over the canvas as it came like a blade aimed to cut the tree down that is a standing Leanna. Starting with a sweep though. Interesting.

This was a good opportunity for her to showcase her own style.

The Brazilian would do something that may not be so typical for most fighters. Evading is a good idea. However, cartwheeling over the kick may not be something that comes to mind. But for Leanna, she would. Leaping over in the air, even her head was inches away from the cutting blade that is Seren's leg, no hands needed. Leanna of course would be returning to her feet in due time.

When she does, Leanna would attempt to literally strike Seren when she is down, throwing a low roundhouse kick, swift and quick and aiming for the head. A surefire way to get some good damage.

Seren's leg swept across the canvas and Leanna took to the air in a brazen display of acrobatics, flipping over her leg as it narrowly missed  the new target the woman had almost unintentionally gave her. The doll maker's momentum continued as she twirled on her heel, spinning a full revolution crouched on the mat. Her head turned, snapping back to Leanna to never allow the woman from her gaze.

True to her namesake, the wildcat landed on her feet with an elegance she lacked in her choice of attire. The woman was either capable or cocky to showboat her physical prowess here today like this, with Seren. While others may have been impressed, her inherent grace had become reason enough within her darkened mind to destroy this woman. All beauty eventually came to ruin, so to would Leanna.

Not content to simply evade, the woman kicked back with a volatile kick of her own. Seren threw her weight back, pressed flat across the canvas as the wildcat's leg past over her prone form harmlessly. Seren threw her arms up and back, placing her palms upside down over her head. With a sudden surge she sprang up, bridging her back to rise up. With a forceful push, she swung her legs up and back, attempting to catch Leanna under the chin as she kicked her legs up into a handstand. Regardless of if she managed to hit not, her momentum would send her backwards away from the woman to land back upon her feet.

She bounced on the balls of her feel, quickly circling the ring around Leanna, testing the woman's awareness before she tucked her body inward, charging the woman. Her lip parted displaying her pristine white teeth. As she closed in on the woman her footwork sent her on an erratic zig-zag, bobbing evasively from side to side before she got up within Leanna's personal space to bring her arm up and around. The motion was quick as her the base of her palm snapped out to catch the woman in the throat with all the intentions of crushing the woman's windpipe in a swift savage strike.

If the crowd wasn't making noise before then they would be now with the fancy acrobatics that Leanna displayed. A mixture of capability and some cockiness when she went for that move, it's not the most practical or the most typical way to dodge but it still works and gets the crowd excited. The cartwheel certainly got the crowd's attention and Seren's. True to her name, the wildcat lands on her feet after that and would soon fire her own swift attack to catch her unawares.

Seren certainly didn't lack in any skill either, not just being able to look creepy but dodge the attack like it's the matrix. Leanna's foot hit nothing but the air, Seren would kick her legs up, bridging up for a handstand kick, heading straight for Leanna.

The Wildcat is a name that Leanna took for other reasons, reaction being one of them as Leanna leaned back fully to evade Seren's foot that swung upwards, narrowly missing the mark. Leanna doesn't stop there as she would down her own handstand backflip away as the two showcase their agility.

This already got her heart pumping, Leanna coming up to her feet. A small smirk creeped up on her lips as she bounced on the balls of her feet, the doll maker circling with the wildcat. Keeping aware of the environment around her. Wait, hold on...is that the first time she shows her teeth? Heh, don't know if she could say she's trying to smile. Who knows with that girl. Doesn't seem to blink either.

Seren closes in, looking more erratic as she bobs side story side, zig zags towards the honey blonde fighter, getting close. Really close. All for Seren to send a savage palm strike towards Leanna. The Wildcat rocks her hips to the right, leaning back some, using her own palm to smack against Seren's wrist in the palm strike. Her motions fluid and quick, trying to use the turn and momentum to carry her smaller but strong form around in a 180° trying to side step forward as she spins, aiming a spinning roundhouse kick. Her back presented to Seren briefly as she sends her right leg swinging high in the air, heel first and cutting the air, streaking up towards the side of the doll maker's head. Hoping to nail Seren quickly and decisively if she could take the taller opponent off guard. The loincloth looking bikini bottoms flutter with the fast and sharp turn.

Seren's features darkened as her sunken eyes narrowed as her palm was deflected, obliterating a patch of air that should have been Leanna. As the woman spun, she surmised the woman was either a fool to turn her back, or would be coming back around. With a backhand or a kick, that was the question. Ultimately it wouldn't matter her response to both would be the same, they had to be. She wouldn't avoid this one, no, she wanted to stay in close. her arm hooked upward, bracing away from her body. Her forearm swung out, colliding with Leanna's ankle to take the brunt of her kick while possibly damaging the woman's lower extremity as well, joints were fickle things. her arm shook as they held firm against one another before she swung her forearm back to send Leanna's leg back in the direction it came from with a roar. The stinging numbness taking her arm could be ignored. The tingle in her fingertips always an interesting sensation.

The way Leanna moved, sweeping fluid motions. She would cut away her mobility by staying close. While it was true Seren's biggest weapon was the lethality of her own kicks, Leanna hadn't shown her anything which warranted cutting lose yet. Seren hadn't given herself over to her thirst to bring this woman to ruin yet, still thinking clearly this was the efficient way. Making use of grapples and submissions to whittle her down to nothing before ending this game.

As she stepped in on Leanna her arms stretched out to try to catch her by the nape of her neck and lock her fingers in. She tried to yank the woman forward while she recovered from her roundhouse, pulling her upper body down while she twisted to send explosive knee strikes up at the girl. If she had gotten a hold of her, the knees wouldn't stop until the woman broke away or managed to give her a real reason to reconsider what was a low effort means to break her opponent.

Short as her hair is, it still fluttered in the wind during the sharp turn, her leg swinging towards Seren with just a simple mission. To cause as much pain as possible. However, that particular mission failed when the dark haired woman used her forearm to take the kick and not her head, Leanna having to feel the impact of joint to bone. "Ghh." Almost a primal grunt, the impact itself wasn't pleasant for Leanna as her leg returned back to where it came from, Seren returning that leg to sender as her foot touched the canvas once more. It's sting on the ankle can be left ignored. It's not in critical condition that she has to reconsider moving like a jungle cat.

Sure, Leanna was proving hard to hit so far but so is Seren, the match breaking the minute mark with neither managing to get a real clean hit on one another. Neither saying a word since they met. The honey blonde woman at least was thankful that she isn't some annoying and cocky trash talker. That would have been grating to the ears.

Spinning round to face her, the Doll Maker came straight back in Leanna's personal circle once again. Taking a mental note that Seren seems to like being up close and personal. Pretty much fits the creepy look. Seren did manage to get her long and lanky arms around The Wildcat's neck, her eyes widen as she instantly knew that this was. With her upper body yanked down, Leanna just barely brought both of her arms to form a shield of flesh and bone. Blocking isn't her favourite thing but as the first of the series of seemingly endless knees come up, it's better than taking a clean hit.

"Tch! Ghn! Ugn!" Damn those are hard, her arms realistically could only take so much before they are rendered useless. The crowd watching as she's caught by the Doll Maker, fearing for Leanna's safety. But Seren should know what it really means to come even close to a Wildcat.

As Seren would fire another knee straight towards her, Leanna's arms would move to catch the leg as it rises up, looking to wrap around the sculpted leg that almost hides it's muscles underneath it's skin. If she had managed to get a hold of that leg, Leanna's upper body would soon dip down, as much as it can in this position. Her right leg would come from behind the Wildcat, aiming for a move that is rather unorthodox, but to show that her attacks can come from anywhere and from any position, relying on her athletic background as she would fire a scorpion kick, on a crash course aiming square to the face.

Seren grinned down at Leanna wildly, a hissed laughter escaping through her grinning maw as she pounded the woman relentlessly with knee after knee. She watched as the woman's body jerked with each blow but knew she wasn't hitting her mark. She didn't care. Let the girl block if she liked. Her arms were just as vital to her as any other part of her. She would find it hard to do her fancy hand stands and cartwheels if she snapped her bones here and now. She wanted this so badly, to hear the cat's whines.

She grunted, hopping awkwardly on one foot as Leanna had finally managed to react to her assault, grabbing hold of her battering ram knee. Good. If she had wanted a punching bag, the gym wasn't far from here. She raised her arm up, preparing to strike the girl's exposed back with an elbow when her eyes caught something. She barely had a moment to react when the flat of Leanna's foot collided against her face with a solid smack. Her head snapped back as she wobbled, but didn't fall. She blinked her eyes, vision hazy from the sneaky attack. It was time to change positions again.

Rather then risk another blow coming from a place she couldn't see, she cut her losses. With Leeana's neck still held with her hands her grip tightened. After rocking forward she threw her body back violently towards the floor, using her hold on the woman to try and drag her along for the ride. her other leg tucked in, knee wedging itself up into position as she slammed back into the mat. Had things gone to plan, the knee Leanna had grabbed would drive into the woman's body, which the one newly tucked in would find it's way towards her head as momentum and gravity helped to spear the other woman on her body.

Had they both done down, and Leanna's grip weakened by the fall, the doll maker would used the momentum to roll back onto her shoulders, legs kicking up and out to try and hurl Leanna away from her in what was more of a catapult than a monkey flip.