Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

There have been fighters in the AFW that are just non stop in their offensive style. Those that go berserk and into a massive frenzy, and their direction is to move forward. It isn't such a bad style to use, it certainly benefits those that can take as much as they could dish out and more. Those that could take everything and the kitchen sink thrown at them.

Chloe did not fit the bill. Well, she believes she didn't.

Hence her cautioness coming into this match. The match was early and there was still so much to see from this man. No point charging head on when there is a possibility a surprise attack could be sprung on you. Had she been just starting then she would be charging in, with not much knowledge on what the opponent can do. Being in the wrestling/fighting business for so long, you see a lot of things. Strategies was one of them.

As Dmitri re-assumed his stance, Chloe saw the weariness in his glare. Definitely doing a good job so far in rattling him, working on his confidence and just having him wrapped around her finger. She wondered if he secretly desires her. Wouldn't be the first time and with the Men of Tension falling into this sort of thing, it wouldn't have surprised her. Oh maybe he's different perhaps. Guess she would have to wait and see if that is true.

As he edged in closer, she waited, her eyes waiting with tingling anticipation. What will he try next? Wouldn't be surprising for another kick, him being a practitioner of taekwondo. However he went with something else. He used his fists.

Getting her own arms up in some sort of "guard", more of her just raising them just to shield her perfect face from taking any hits. It is a good face. Small grunts escaping her lips as she just took them on her forearms. She's not so girly that she can't use her hands to block in fear of breaking a nail, she is in a ring fighting after all, though even she could admit it wasn't a nice thing to happen. But he is starting to put the pressure on and Dmitri is close to Chloe. She needs to do something and get out of this position, sensing she would be nearing the ropes.

Raising her other leg up by the knee, the blonde's leg comes up from the slit of her dazzling red attire, showing her lovely leg. With how close they are and with inches of space to work with, Chloe's pedicured toes would seem to "accidentally" try to brush up between the legs, not so much of a punt, just an "accidental" stroke. Though her actual intention was to try and plant her sole right on the gut to push him back away from him with a thrusting push kick. Wherever or not the "accidental" brush between the legs was intentional or not would be unknown to the fans though when it comes to Chloe, it might just be...

Kicks, kick, and more kicks, that was people thought of when Tae Kwon Do came to mind, and they weren’t completely wrong. It was certainly the backbone of the style, and Dmitri had learned a plethora of them in his time. Kicks for every angle, for a variety of uses, in a variety of situations.

But people would be wrong if they thought that was all the style offered. He had pick up quite a few punching strikes, too, and while they were more there to compliment his kicks than anything, they still had their uses. The present situation was a perfect example.

While Chloe was by no means weak, she clearly was more about the kicking in kickboxing, not being all that comfortable when things got up close. As much as it wasn’t his style, it was definitely less of her style. He didn’t connect clean, but it was a start. A way to take her out of her comfort zone.

But it would only get him so far before she deployed her countermeasure, cleverly using the ropes to push him away, while at the same time giving his most private part another good brushing. Intentional or not, it had enough of an effect to make his cheeks redden.

If she thought it would be enough to make him stay back, though, she would gladly show him just how wrong she was. Instead of staying at that distance, he came charging back in, this time throwing a hard right cross to her chest as he closed the gap, knowing she’d have precious few options with the ropes at her back.

People wouldn't be wrong if the majority just saw Taekwondo as being famous for its kicking techniques. Though to say that they only use kicks and not punches would be very mistaken. Knifehands, Palm Strikes, Hammerfest, even the jab was used. Just that in most styles, kicks were just more encourage to be used to score more points. Punches usually come out when you're in close quarters.

With Chloe's attacks mostly centred around using her dainty little feet, predictability was a risk, with her style being rather limited as some had noticed. Though one shouldn't doubt her creativity to use her favoured asset in ways that might surprise most opponents. 

However that would remain to be seen, as Chloe has to push Dmitri away from him after Dmitri came in with the jab pressure. An added subtle brush against his crotch certainly had its effect as she put him into that distance. The only good thing was that she could put her foot down before Dmitri would charge in yet again. Was he a person who liked the non-stop offence as well?

Repeating the mantra of not wanting to get hit a lot, Chloe wasn't going to just offer her limbs to him, what use would her arms be if they are numb from taking hits on her own guard? None. Although her style could technically do with out, stuff like countering could come into play to compensate for her small build.

Her upper body twists to her left, just to barely parry the right cross with both hands pushing just to guide it away from her body, although it did graze the collarbone, his fist meeting the exposed skin from the deep plunging cut of her attire. As her upper body turned, the lower body would follow suit, her right leg swinging up, the American blonde beauty aiming for a particular combo that took her fancy. 

How the combo would work is that the instep of her dainty little foot would aim for a roundhouse towards the cheek though with not so much follow through as the second part came without the withdrawal of her leg yet. Instead, she would look to bring her leg back, hooking it back for her bare sole to attempt to hit the other cheek. Chloe would indeed follow it up, should both attacks land as they have been intended, the right leg coming down, but the left comes up in its place, aiming a straight forward side kick aiming just under his chin and throat, no doubt far more devastating should it land.

No, Dmitri wasn’t usually the offensive type. More often than not, he preferred to work on defense, and it wasn’t for chauvinistic reasons, either. It was just his style, all day long, even when he was competing in his younger years. Things tended to work best when he let his opponents come to him, waited for opening to present themselves, then took advantage.

With most opponents, that was a reasonable strategy. He was faster, even faster than most females, and his kicks gave him a reach advantage that let him take them apart with minimal danger to him. It was the economic way to fight - minimal risk, maximum profit.

Chloe, however, was proving to be a different story. For her, it was all risk, even when he was kicking, and especially when he was punching. Yes, if he hit, he likely would’ve dropped her fast. If he didn’t, well…

The reality of the situation was made all too clear when he suddenly found himself with Chloe’s foot striking him hard upside the face, then again on the other side before he coud react. It left him dazed, only for a moment - but then again, a moment was more than enough time for her to spin about and launch a kick that hit him square in the chest, right on top of the center mass.

Dmitri had to fight just to keep upright as the blow sent him staggering back to the corner, and if the turnbuckle hadn’t been there he would’ve likely fallen flat on his back.

As it was, he was still standing, but decidedly not in a good position. Dmitri raised his arms and one leg up in defense, not knowing where the next attack would come from, but wanting to be ready all the same.

Although she is a bit rough around the edges a bit, as the block could attest to, Chloe's style and technique was rather impressive. Not only that, she made her opponent, who prefers to be on the defense, go all in on offense. Have him risk it all to get some damage on the small woman. There was a lot of profit to gain from this, especially if he did hit. 

Though that brings the problem. He has to hit her.

Which may not at all work if someone could work on defense, as he would find out when Dmitri's fist past her, though grazing her body before Chloe would launch a counter attack just to knock his face some. She might try to hide it, but from the small cat-like purr that risen from her throat, it's clear she enjoyed each and every hit that landed. Had this been played in Olympic rules, Chloe would be in the lead. Then again, this isn't the Olympics. This is AFW.

The side kick struck his chest a d sent him staggering back to the corner, Chloe holding the outstretched leg for just a second before she would lower it down, her foot just touching the mats as his back touched the turnbuckles, saving him from falling down. But he is still standing, which ment that Chloe could get some more hits on him! Beginning to get a bit turned on from this, she craves more. And her feet were just itching to get more acquainted with his body. Perhaps more of that pretty face of his....

With a devilish smirk, the blonde would come right in, though she does take notice of his guard and the raised leg. No doubt protecting his body and head. They do tend to strike above the belt, don't they. Though how would he take a strike below the belt?

Not THAT kind of below the belt, though not far off, Chloe getting close enough before her long and sexy leg shot out, but quite lower than the past attempts she has done before. It's another roundhouse, only this time she was aiming at the side of his knee of the standing leg, hoping that would perhaps catch him by surprise. Should that land, without the withdrawal of her leg, but recoiling to her chest, she throws a side kick that is indeed above the belt, flexing her foot just to aim the sole right on the throat to just pin him in the corner, and crush it some while she's at it....

This was starting to become concerning. Very concerning.

Chloe’s kicks weren’t that damaging in and of themselves. They weren’t weak, mind you, the woman clearly had strong legs, but he’d taken harder hits from stronger women. Alicia and her murderous thighs came to mind, recalling all the damage she could do with them, all the incredible power she could bring to bear.

But, while Alicia wasn’t slow, she lacked Chloe’s speed and deft agility, and that was what made all the difference. What she lack in raw power, she made up for in striking frequency. It was quantity over quality, and it was what had his back up against the corner, struggling to stay secure as she came to press his advantage.

He thought his guard was secure, but she tested it with a kick to his standing leg, hitting before he had the chance to properly react. It made his guard drop for a second, go loose. Not much time at all, but too long in a long in a match like this.

The next thing he knew, her leg was shooting out, slicing past his arms and hitting him straight in the throat. That would’ve been bad enough by itself, but she held it there and kept him pinned against the turnbuckle, keeping him in place with nothing but her dainty foot.

Dmitri started struggling right away, twisting about in a wild effort to get free, thrashing to recover his breath and hopefully buy some time. He needed to figure out a way to put space between them, because the way this match was going so far? It wasn’t good, and it was getting worse.

Power was something left to be desired when it came to Chloe's attacks. Not that they wouldn't hurt, but in a league where there were a lot of heavy hitters, the American beauty was lacking that. 

But they certainly would sting. And Chloe in particular preferred that way of getting as many hits in as she wants before her opponent would drop. That is if she lets him to. She may not have the power to land a one hit knockout just seconds into the fight, but she can make you into her own heavy bag.

Which is how she sees him as she has him with his back against the proverbial wall, Chloe coming in to press her advantage and deal a bit more damage to the young lad. He had his guard up, pretty secure and solid. No denying that.

Though if there was one thing that fighters of taekwondo were most commonly used to, it were attacks above the belt. Literally. 

Chloe may not know if Dmitri really fit that particular stereotype of fighting but it was just tempting to attack his means of mobility. Certainly goes a long way in the fight. Though luckily or unluckily for Dmitri, her attacks wouldn't stay low for long....

Her foot shot up at a high level once again, driving it straight on the throat and pinning him there, watching him struggle put a big smile on her face, the small woman gripping the ropes for leverage as she leaned in forward to put more pressure on the corner foot choke. 

"Well isn't that a surprise? A black belt like you could barely handle a little girl like me?" She cooed, her own foot turning, so that it turned to a more vertical position, her heel now pressing on his throat, toes splayed wide and wriggling so close to his face. "Well let's see if you could handle this..." With that, her foot is removed from his throat. Though this didn't mean she was done. Far from it.

Her foot only moved just a few inches or so till it would press on his gut, both her hands leaving the ropes to try and grab on his lapels, hopping off her own standing leg a bit before leaning back to fall backwards, all the while aiming to bring him down with him, Chloe attempting to throw the accountant up and over her!

There was something eerily familiar about all this, and Dmitri wasn’t having a hard time figuring it out. This was hardly his first time having trouble in a match with a human, definitely the first time one of them had managed to get an advantage over him, not even the first time he’d had a female foot closer to his face than he really would’ve liked. In truth, it was something of a recurring theme with his life.

Chloe, though, was a little different, in ways he wasn’t sure he could put his finger on. Other women enjoyed dominating him, but she seemed to be getting an unusual charge from it. That smile on her face, cruel and twisted, was in no way an act.

Dmitri tried to push her leg away, but it was far more difficult task than it likely looked at first glance. Not only did she had striking strength in her legs, but her position was a solid one, making her nigh impossible to move, giving him not even a single inch to work with.

That would’ve been bad enough all by itself, but she taunted along with it, reveling in her position of control, ensuring he couldn’t get a word until she decided to let him go. And, even then…

She removed her foot from his throat, and Dmitri started to fall forward, coughing and gasping along the way. Started to. Before he could collapse all the way, he felt a foot against his stomach, and he was sent flying only a second later, coming down hard on his back for an ungraceful landing.

The lack of oxygen did him no favors, and Dmitri wound up rolling about on the canvas, wheezing up a storm while he rubbed his back. He wasn’t done yet, he knew he could get back on track if he just had a moment. The only question was if that moment would be coming soon enough.

She did derive pleasure off from watching him struggle under her dainty little foot, just keeping him there gave her the power surge that she has missed before since her Iron Woman match. In fact, even her debut match back at Friction. A wicked smile as she puts the pressure on Dmitri's neck, the taunting perhaps doing a lot more to get into his head. Play with him mentally. It was just fun for Chloe. All the while it wasn't for the young accountant.

Sure, she does have the kicks down that could just about match Dmitri's, but she wasn't all about them. Her own tailored playstyle incorporates a lot more than strikes. As Dmitri was about to see. He looked to be already on the way to falling on the canvas, but Chloe sought to have him fall on his back than his front.

The small blonde sent the man flying in the air, a brief moment with her leg still outstretched before she felt the impact of his back landing on the canvas. Sitting up, she turned back, taking her breath, seeing Dmitri rolling around and coughing his lungs out. She saw an opening and had a naughty idea for the accountant. If Dmitri thought Chloe was going to leave him be to catch his breath then he'd be sorely mistaken.

Crawling towards him, her tongue licking her red lips like a lioness eyeing her prey as she got close. Chloe would then grab his hair, looking to get him sitting upright some before shed show her true intentions. That being she attempts to wrap her arms around the neck of Dmitri whilst her legs try to snake around his midsection and lock her ankles, all for her to lean back if she gets it locked in. A rear naked choke to teach the man that she's not all strikes and can fight on the ground if she desires.

So, what more was Dmitri learning about Chloe? She had a mean streak going on, though that was easy to figure out from minute one. She was taking delight in picking him apart, bit by bit, which was something of a mixed blessing. On one hand, it wasn’t a pleasant experience by any stretch of the imagination, but on the other hand, the more she screwed around and toyed with him, the more chances he had to turn things around. In theory.

That was the logic that was running through his head at the moment away, as he stared up at the ceiling and coughed a storm. She was crafty, but she wasn’t that strong. Stamina was on his side, right? Right. He just had to outlast her assaults.

He was on the way to put that plan in motion, as he started to sit up, hoping to make his way back up to his feet. Chloe had other ideas, however. Ideas that involved his neck.

He cried out - or tried to - as her arm snaked around his throat and legs coiled about his waists, wrapping about him like some slithering snake with her poor prey. He went into a struggling fit right away, thrashing this way and that, pulling at her arms and legs, looking for even the smallest reprieve from the pain of her wringing out of his body like a sponge.