Tatyina Vs. Fong Xiao Lin: Bikini Match!

Standard match:
Win by Pinfall, Knockout or Submission

As the gentle but somber music of "Un" played through the arena out stepped Tatyina. She received plenty of cheers from the fans due to her hard fighting and good nature. Plus she had never backed down form a challenge from any opponent, even taking on women many times her size. This time, however, the normally shy girl was even more timid as she stepped out into the arena. The fanas giving her even more cheer than she normally would recive.

Tatyina was clad in a dark gray bikini and nothing else. One hand was wrapped around her breasts and the other loosely hung over her crotch as her pale fce contrasted her deep red cheeks. She was filled with embarrassment and couldn't understand why she kept ending up in these compromising matches. Couldn't she just fight normally like everyone else?

She climbed into the ring qucikly, knowing that her butt would be ondisplay if she lingered to long. All these people staring at her legs and chest... She wasn't sure if she could bear it.

As a soothing chinese melody played across the arena and Xiao Lin stepped out into the, her walk brisk and graceful, confident yet not arrogant. Anthe adoratuon from a foreign crowd didn't really matter to her.equal amount of boos and cheers greeted her, but she ignored them all. She was here to fight, and n

Xiao Lin wore a white, spaghetti strapped bikini top, covering her firm breasts. They were not the curviest things, but they earned her her fair share of wolf whistles from the crowd. Her white bikini bottom, however, was covered by a long, flowing skirt that reached her ankles. If she could get away with it, if the referee allowed it, she would continue wearing them through the match. She hated the airy feeling at her bottoms.

Her first match...And she was forced into this.

Still, it wasn't any real difference. Her usual attire was equally revealing, with the exception that she had the luxury of a pair of jeans. The thing she loathe was, that because it was a bikini match, the audience probably were under the perception she and her opponent would just slap and scratch and pull at each other until one of them had a wardrobe malfunction. She didn't like that, ans she was only to happy to defy their expectations.

And she was going to defy her own expectations too.

New place. New rules. She was gonna be ruthless in the ring. Unyielding. Utterly destructive. A bane to her enemies. She may be kind and amicable outside the arena but woe befall those that-

She immediately discarded all those thoughts when she saw her opponent.

Tiny. Timid. Fragile. So pretty in that little, gray bikini. Her resolve for evil change melted.

Damn, she was such a softie.

She climbed into the ring, and entered her corner, waiting for the referee to start the match

Tatyina watched the ramp when the music changed. Her opponent looked pretty tough and fierce but that didn't matter to Tatyina. Her soft gray eyes widened when she saw the skirt. Did I miss something? I thought it was a bikini match. If I had known we could wear skirts too... She heaved a small sigh, even as she blushed. No matter how hard she tried (and she did try very hard) Tatyina couldn't help but notice the skimpy top that clung to Xiao Lin's breasts. She she her eyes to block out the image, wanting no part of it.


When finally she got into the ring Tatyina sighed a deep breath. She weakly removed her hands from her body and let them fall to her sides. Her face was even more flush as her eyes were cast downward. She stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Lin. "L-Let's have a good match." She said in a whisper of a voice.

Funny, Xiao Lin thought as she stepped up to her slightly shorter opponent, she had heard her opponent had already been involved in a few matches here at AFW, yet she looked like she was gonna crumble in fear at the slightest gust of wind.

She felt a ting of sympathy at the gal. Sympathy and something else....Anger?

Anger at being denied a debut with an opponent seemingly unable to return her aggression? Anger at being robbed of a first impression?

Maybe. She was not vain, so this feeling was rather foreign.

And so she had to restrain herself slightly when she tapped Tatyina on her shoulder, trying to get the girl's attention.

"Hey, um, I'm not sure how to phrase this but, uh," Xiao Lin stopped, thought for a moment, and continued. "Whatever happens to either of us in here, its not personal, okay? We'll go for a drink afterward.." Hopefully not in a ward, she added to herself.

She took a step back, her skirt flowing as she took on a -for her- unorthodx battle stance, raising her fists to her chests, prep for battle.

Tatyina flinched and looked up when her shoulder was tapped. Her grey eyes widened as best as they could as she looked at Xiao Lin. "I-I don't like to fight..." She said in her whispered voice. "So I never take anything personally." She was telling the truth. "As long as we both do our best."

She stepped back as well. She was trmbling slightly, afraid that the bikini would expose her if she took her normal fighting stance. As the bell rang she wondered what to do but decided that she couldn't allow something like that to get to her. Instead of her usual kicks, she charged at Xiao Lin and threw a open handed strike.

"Don't like to fight?" Xiao Lin frowned, her simmering frustration at her opponent's apparent lack of spirit growing ever so slightly. "Then why are you here?" she tried to keep her voice gentle, but there was a slightest tinge of accusation. "But yes, she agreed. Best gal wins."

And then the bell rang.

Tatyina charged forward with a palm strike, an attack she was fairly used to. Instead of the usual horse-stance counter she usually employed, she simply side-stepped away, and attempted an elbow to the back of her neck

Tatyina's soft grey eyes watched her movements. With what she saw, she expected a counter but was surprised and somewhat relived. She crouched low to duck elbow attack and swung her leg out for a sweeping kick. "I must fight." She whispered simply.

Caught by surprise by her opponent's attack, Lin fell backwards, falling unceremoniously on her bum. She wasn't so much as hurt as she was stunned, but the attack certaintly did a number on her pride.

Tatyina wanted to go for the pin to try and end the match but she knew she couldn't with one single move. She reached out to grab Lin's ankles and do a partial swing and toss, just a quarter circle's worth to disorient her. Tatyina was not strong enough to do too much more than that.

Lin flinched slightly as she felt her ankles being grabbed and she found herself being half-dragged, half-spun along by Tatyina. There was little she could do but brave out the attack in a short whirl that left her a tad light-headed.