Priscilla Haynes vs. Làn-Fen Xià - Wild Rose and Snake Queen

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

Priscilla Haynes, clad in her black one-piece suit, with a cloak covering her body, was prepared to make her appearance for this match. It's been a while since the last time she had a match, and she would like to seize a win for this and increase her standing in this promotion to become the best among the best.

From what she had heard, her upcoming opponent was a newcomer, and AFW had decided that Priscilla was a suitable opponent for her, and thus the match was arranged for the night. Well, no matter what the reasons were, Priscilla was determined to leave the arena as the winner this time around, no matter who her opponent was.

When her music was played, Priscilla stepped out of the entrance, going to the stage where she was greeted by the crowd. The titantron showed the image of thorny vines as she showed up, and after standing on the stage for a while, she headed over to the ring, walking down the ramp, taking confident strides while she was at it.

Priscilla Haynes:

Reaching the ring, Priscilla then climbed up the steel steps before slipping between the ropes. She went to a corner and climbed onto the middle ropes, raising one arm to bask in the cheers of the crowd. Right after that, she took off her cloak, wearing only her one-piece wrestling outfit. After handing over the cloak to the ringside crew, she would wait at the corner for her opponent to show up, leaning against the turnbuckle as she did so.

Làn-Fen finished hooking the last clasp about her collar to her modified cheongasm dress, it mostly white while bits of purple peek through. She was beyond ecstatic to be able to finally get her career under way here at AFW and as far as she could tell they set her up with a good opponent.

Priscilla, from what she had heard, was one of the best, which only furthered her excitement as she leaves the locker room and heads down to hall toward the arena. Waiting, agonizing waiting as the announcer takes their sweet time bringing up her information it was time when Luana Coil- Our Truth blare over the speakers. the stage blasts with lights as she steps out to bask in the crowds cheers, it felt just like back home and then some.

Spoiler:

The Chinese Snake Queen heads down the ramp waving to the crowd, with her heart racing she head up the steps and steps lightly on the outside of the apron, slipping in to finally lock eyes with her opponent before throwing both fists into the air with a mighty cry.

They then tun once their cry dies down and grins in the corner, ready for her opponent.

Priscilla looked at her opponent making her appearance. From what she could see, this woman seemed tough, though there's only one way to find out. She would wait at her corner for a bit more until the referee called for both women to come to the middle of the ring, where the referee would explain to them briefly about the rules.

Once she's done, she would call the bell, officiating the match. Now that the match had started, Priscilla would begin by taking a stance, holding out her arms in preparation to lock up with her opponent. She would like to see how strong her opponent was by having a contest of strength with her, and from there, she would decide what to do next.

Silver eyes thoroughly scan the woman in the opposite corner, it seemed like they were trying to get a beat on her as well. She could only guess that they had speed on their side not to mention flexibility since they too wore a one live for tonight. With the referee calling them to the center of the ring, she cocks her hip, waitin for their dribble to end so that things could really get started.

With the sound of the bell, her entire stance and form changes. Her hands raise as her elbows lock at her sides, the stance her opponent took was all to familiar. They hardened as they take a daring step forward to challenge the Wild Roses strength. Her hand grip tightly interlocking her fingers as she lets a low growl erupt from her throat.

” I hope you’re ready ‘Wild Rose’ I plan to win tonight. “ her tone a bit cocky for her own good especially with the title of the other.

Làn-Fen would begin to slowly push against Priscilla, her main objective would be to first get them into her thighs to set up any type of move but just having them in her grip would be good enough.

Priscilla smiled confidently when she heard her opponent's words as she pushed against her. "I apologize, then, because I plan to do the same too," she said, skidding aside as she tried to find a leverage over Làn-Fen, mustering her strength to overpower her in this contest of strength.

Seeing that they were at a stalemate, Priscilla decided that she had to take a different action. As she tried to push Làn-Fen back, she would quickly try to let go of the elbow locks, hoping to use one of her newly-freed arms to hook around her opponent's neck, planning to pull her head down so that she could put her in a side-headlock, pressing her cheek against the side of her breast!

The stalemate bugged her immensely, she couldn’t push them back nor could she even hope to put things in motion for herself. With their sudden drop she slightly fell forward, her foot skidding up to catch her but any attempt to pull back or even counter was refused by their headlock.

” Gnngh, you’ve got to be kidding?! Let go! “Her cheek mashed against their breasts, it was honestly uncomfrable like being stuck between a hard place and well.. a soft yet stern place. Her nails curl over her arms to free herself but maybe this was an oppurtinuty. Both of her arms were still able to move and anything else she may have need for.

Her arms hook about her waist, locking firmly. If she couldn’t pull her arm away why not go for the next best thing and force them to release her. If she was successful with her plan she’d lift them off the mat to fall back with the landing head and shoulder first.

Keeping Làn-Fen in the side-headlock, Priscilla would wrench her head hard, hoping to weaken her a little in preparation for her next move. Chuckling upon sensing the other woman's irritation, Priscilla said, "My, my, don't you think it's more comfortable there?" But Làn-Fen continued her stubborn resistance, slowly weakening her grip on her by prying her arm. Slowly, the hold loosened, which would allow the woman to turn things around.

Làn-Fen then lifted her off the mat, throwing Priscilla down, and she landed on the back of her head and shoulders first. "Urgh!!" She would quickly roll over to her side, shaking her head and wincing a little, trying to soothe the pain from her landing. She needed to quickly get into a defensive position, or else Làn-Fen would be able to capitalize on her moment of weakness.

Her thumb and excess fingers rub her throat as a decently placed breath fills her lungs, truth be told she didn’t think she’d be able to pull it off but there they laid on the mat. Làn-Fen wouldn’t pass up this chance to add any pressure to Priscilla, jumping to her feet, they rush toward them.

With their slight daze, Làn’s fingers slip through their long hair, grabbing harshly as she Leigh’s them to her feet. If the hadn’t recoiled in time she’d apply a swift chip to their chest to continue their daze. If it all worked out she d slip their head under their arm out and throw their arm over her neck. Her free hand would slip under their one piece to lift her off the mat again. Her objective for now was to work on causing as much damage to their back for now, but the main goal was to wear them down.

Dazed after being brought low to the canvas, Priscilla winced when she felt Làn-Fen's hand tugging on her hair before she was pulled up. And then, she took a blow to her chest, causing her to cry out in pain. "Arghh!!" Reeling from the blow, Làn-Fen then went to lift her up before she slammed her down into the mat again.

"Urgh!!"

Her body bounced on the canvas upon impact. Grunting, Priscilla would try to roll over to her side, hoping that she could recover fast enough to prevent herself from taking more damage from her opponent. She had a scowl on her face as she tried to deal with the pain that she took from being slammed earlier.

Làn was truly surprised with herself, getting off the sequence of events just felt so unreal and so early? This wasn’t the time to get cocky or confident now though, they were only in some pain, she could celebrate when they were down for good.

The Chinese wrestlers gets to her feet, as ideal as it’d be to continue with her assault shebmay end up wearing herself out first. They take a step back to reevaluate their next course of action. If there was one thing she suffered from it was overthinking, her mind floods in with hwyaxto do and not to do, while Priscilla recovers.