Gaijin² V.s Momoka Le - Handicap Debut Match

Momoka knew from the second she started her splash attempt it was a risk. Sterling to overextend herself and attempt to take out both her opponents in a single sweep was a big ask. Monks relished the challenge but at the same time it was a difficult call to make. In the end however, Monks would regret attempting the move. She had, on the plus side managed to pancake Leah and make her suffer somewhat. It seemed she was really nee to the wrestling scene and given her own history with her family, Momoka could sympathise with the woman. If this was a normal singles match, Momoka would have slowed the pace down to allow Leah some room to grow along the way.

It wasn't however, so she needed to, unfortunately, dispatch of Leah as quickly as possible so she could deal with the actual threat. Which was exactly where the regret from her splash attack came from. While Leah had fell for it perfectly, Edgar had managed to read the attack and expertly avoid it, allowing him to do whatever her pleased outside the ring while Momoka's body was recovering from the splash. She had to admit that she was expecting her hair to get grabbed. Letting out a shriek of a yell as she was yanked over to the ropes, her body held their roughly by the force of the grab. Momoka was then treated to several hard blows wrapping around her body and hitting her in the chest. She would let out grunts as she was hit, but not screams. She wouldn't give him that level of satisfaction. The blows hurt. She could feel the burning sensation starting to come over her chest from the blows, but they weren't exactly crippling. The fact the blow had to loop around her body sucked enough momentum out of it to make it barrable. She could tank this out, but she decided to teach his man a lesson instead.

After a couple of blows, Momoka raised her arms, grabbing onto Edgar's striking arm and holding it Infront of her chest, effectively disabling his attack. But at this point, Monks had control of his arm and he had no way to get it back. This was perfect. Monks simply pushed herself off the ropes. She knew that he still had her hair in a vice, but as she pushed forward l, she began to pull Edgar into the ring, hopefully in the process getting her to release her hair. She didn't care how he got in, through the ropes, over them, all she did is make sure that there was enough pressure to being that blondie into the ring on her terms. Once he was inside, Momoka had managed to bring them to the center of the ring. Once there, she transitioned into an Irish whip, throwing Edgar across the ring and into the corner opposite his sister. Now she had isolated the threat. "Just you and me now blondie" She commented, almost to herself as she closed in slightly on the male. She was tempted to try a second splash just to prove a point, but instead decided to wait. The second Edgar would attempt to leave the corner she would raise her left boot up and smack it outward, looking to make a nice flush big boot strike right into his face. Just to show him that she wasn't afraid to take him on strike to strike. It might not have been her specialism, but she was more than ready to brawl.

After her managed to club Momoka with the first of his strikes, it became less about being effective and more about wracking up damage before the referee counted to five.so he rained down blow after blow over the needs of the crowd, keeping this dirty and loose as he weaponized the ninja girls hair against her. When she finally caught his arm, she didn't find him terribly resistant to her grip past tensing his limb up to prevent her from trying to bring it down across her shoulder in a breaking motion. She was trying to pull him in, but Edgar had the ropes between them and a handful of her hair anchoring the two where they stood. Had it not been the the officials count threatening to disqualify his team he could have held her at bay forever but when he was forced to let her go she was able to move away and tug him along as well.

Pulling a palm to the top rope he shoved it down hard, awkwardly stepping over the ropes to table a fumbled step into the ring as she pulled his arm along. He didn't look particularly pleased with being led around but it wasn't like his opponent really cared. When Momoka brought his arm around to sent him to the corner with an Irish whip, he traveled with the momentum for a brief moment before quick steps dispersed his momentum before he hit the corner, unlike most wrestlers he didn't adhere to the showmanship of the ring when he had the ability to cut it short. Pivoting on his boot heel he turned to face her, squaring his shoulders and bringing his clenched fists up in a high guard.

"Just how I like it." He had solid form, a wall like defense when she came up with her kick. A brief cross of his forearms, absorbing the strike with a soft grunt, taking a bracing step back to keep from losing ground. He dipped in after, juking to the side the kick had come from to try and catch her mid recovery, using it as a safe way in to cut off the range of her legs and get in close quarters. She was fast, he had seen her moving enough in the match to get that, so the first order of business was to try and take that away from her. His left arm snapped out with a quick jab, testing her reflects as he flicked the punch towards her face. He wouldn't have been upset if it landed, but the leading linen had mostly been a misdirection for the meat of his combo. Following right behind Edgar stepping in, swinging out a stronger hook directly at her stomach, looking to blast her in the abdomen.

Momoka was quite proud that she had managed to get Edgar into the ring without letting him get in some kind of cruel counter attack. Now that Leah had taken time to recover, she only had to worry about herself and Edgar fighting it out. In all honesty she preferred it this way. If she could score an early win against the male, the match would be hers for the taking. Sadly the kick didn't have the effect that Momoka had originally hoped. Edgar had raised his guard, so her dream of smashing his skull in with her boot was shattered. Still, there was always next time.

"Time to get to work and start beating you down. How you wanna do this huh?" It might have been a silly question to ask, but she was more than happy to beat Edgar at his own game. She was an agile little woman so when he came with the jab she was able to lean her head back as she repositioned her body. It was a simple attack to miss, almost too easy. By the time she realised it was too late and Edgar had managed to land his clenched fist right into her exposed stomach. The blow was like like getting hit by a football, causing Momoka to groan as air rushed out of her body from the she surprise of the hit. The blow managed to dig deeper into her body that she perhaps would have liked a first blow to land. Taking a step back to recover and adopted her own striking stance, eager to make sure that Edgar couldn't just follow up with a second strike.

Once she had fully composed herself she took that step forward, eager to keep the pressure on Edgar and keep him in the corner, far away from his little sister. She would get in close, rolling her upper body to the right, attempting her own left hook, but trying to get the blonde male in the ribs. If she was able to land it she would then suddenly switch tacks and launch her right knee upwards, hoping to nail him with a close range knee strike into his own stomach. She had no issue trading blow for blow. If this was what Edgar wanted, she would work through it and prove to him that she was his equal...no... his better.

A flick of his fist hit nothing but air as Momoka dipped away from his experimental jab. A shame, but no real loss as it was mostly just a distraction of what came next. His second punch came whizzing through the air, catching her full on. He felt his knuckles impact, muscles flaring as he pushed the strike in as hard as he could mister to blast the brunette right in the gut. With nimble little fighters like this, it was always best to work the body. Made breathing harder, slowed them down. She might have been silly now but it wouldn't last for long if she kept getting clipped like this, there was a reason he was such an accomplished fighter despite a lack of pedigree. As she backed away, he followed with a tight guard, keeping his head movement high, not providing an easy target.

"Big talk for someone about to get knocked out." The blond scoffed softly at her fighting form, stepping away from the hook, making it have to travel a bit further before being intercepted by his arms tucked close to his body, taking her fist on her forearms. With a sneer he twisted his upper body, cracking back another big haymaker while keeping his other arm up defensively. He caught her stepping in for something else but ignored it, sticking to his plan of punishment. He was a slugger by nature, willing to trade blows because he could out damage and outlast most people he faced. While he didn't look like much, Edgar was tough as nails, something the ninja gal was about to find out first hand.

He let his fist fly, bringing it around in a strong powerful sweep in time with Momoka's head. Her strike hit him dead on, buckling him forward with a hard wheeze, shifting his boots to steady himself. It had been a stiff strike, harder than expected from her, but it hadn't been enough to stop his sailing fist from sailing at the brunette. He surrendered his guard, no longer useful while he was keeled over like this and leaned in, trying to clinch with Momoka and hold her close to prevent her from being able to hit him again with a knee unless she could show him.

It was clear to anyone who could see, that Momoka and Edgar didn't really get along. Momoka wanted to prove she was better than Edgar, and Edgar clearly wanted nothing more than to finish Momoka and make her suffer. She might not have been the worlds strongest striker, but she knew how to handle herself. Edgar might have thought himself as the premier striker in the ring, but she had her own skill, and eventually he would learn all about it first hand. Momoka was somewhat disappointed when her own hook didn't find its mark. She had hoped that she could have used it to help equalise and show that she could fight Edgar toe to toe. Fine. Momoka could adapt. This was still early in the match and all she needed to do for now was prove that she could be a serious threat.

Her knee was able to make contact, and Momoka would have normally taken solace in hearing Edgar in pain, however it seemed that Edgar had managed to land his own blow to the side of her head that would have normally threatened to level her and knock her to the ground. She let out a grunt as she took the hit, but refused to stagger or move away. She was more than happy to try and play the trading blows game. Her vision didn't like her for it, but she was going to recover. She did however have Edgar now clinching onto her. Which was something she could use to her advantage. Perhaps taking the blow to head was worth it after all?

Now Momoka needed to come up with her next strategy. Normally in a wrestling world having your opponent clinch onto you was great set up that allowed you to transition into one of a many throws or submission holds. Her brothers would have easily transitioned into something just to prove a point to Edgar. Momoka wanted to prove her own point; entirely different from her brothers. Momoka wanted to show Edgar the despair of trying to fight against her, which meant beating him at his own game and making him bow down to her. So instead, Momoka used the clinch to push Edgar over to the corner again, keeping him distance away from his sister. She would then push him off her, letting her raise her own striking stance again, her forearms up by her face. Now it was time to show Edgar her own power, whether he had recovered from being pushed into the corner or not. She took the instep, getting in nice and close to Edgar, leaving him little room to manoeuvre his body. Once in range she would suddenly lash out with an a left hook to the blonde males cheek and then a follow up right hook aiming for the other. Momoka wasn't even down with her combination as she then followed it up with a left uppercut, hoping to hit him in the lower ribcage. What was to be said about he strikes was that the power was lacking. They weren't soft punches, they would hurt. But they were not knockout level punches. However, they were blistering fast. Momoka has perfect the art of rapid strikes, and how to use them to overwhelm an enemy and their defences. Edgar might be able to claim the strongest strikes, but Momoka could say the same about her speed.

"So what do you say? You power versus my speed?" She said in a taunting tone, backing away from the corner and towards the centre ring to give the male space to get out and meet her. She kept her guard up the entire time. She wanted this to be a fair display of dominance after all. Couldn't have Edgar going around saying she only won because she played dirty.

Edgar remained close, holding Momoka in the clinch, giving him the time he needed to sure up his footing without a risk of reprisal, it seemed as those she had needed a moment as well which worked in his favor. He could feel her pushing at him, trying to take advantage of the situation but he wasn't going to just stand by and let her. As she tried to drive him back, she shuffled his steps to the side to half turn them, not allowing himself to be bullied into the corner. He stomped his boots down, planting himself with a firm foundation to brace against her efforts. Try as she might, pound for pound he seemed to have the upper hand when it came to raw strength.

When Momoka decided to break away, Edgar was more than willing, both fighters shoving off each other to separate. Rolling back his shoulders until they squared up, fists raised with elbows tucked in, raising that same defensive she'll as he glared over the top of his clenched fists, daring her to make a move. Then she did, but he was ready. He brought his arms forward, cutting off her approach, bobbing his head from one side to the other as a combination of hooks came his way. Dull thwacks on his bare forearms unable to reach their intended destination much like her first swing at his head, he seemed well versed in these sorts of skirmishes.

It wasn't until she threw out her uppercut that her speed provided and edge, even as the blond dipped his elbows to take that shot as well they couldn't get in position fast enough and her blow managed to sneak through, cracking him square in the chest with a hard hollow thud that had the pugilist taking a stumbled step back. He swore under his breath with a growl, shoulders rolling back as he stretched out his chest, getting a feel for the new sore spot she had just given him.

Taunting as she backed away? Cheeky. Dumb. She may have thought she was being cute, but as far as he was concerned that was part of the problem when these women stepped into a ring to try and fight men like him. Rather than give her a moment's rest he pushed forward, charging in with long strides. Twisting his left shoulder forward he dipped low, tucking back his right arm to obscure it from view. He planted himself just at the perfect distance, whipping his arm around out of hide to extend it fully, coming up from a low angle to send his fist rocking up at her chin with his signature gazelle punch, the move that had put down the first woman who had tried to stand up against him. "Sure, let's dance."

As much as Momoka didn't want to admit it, Edgar was giving her a good run for money. When she normally used her striking tactics, it was against wrestlers who weren't exactly well versed, or able to keep up with her aggression and speed. Edgar however always seemed to be the one small step ahead of her and it was starting to show. He had managed to effortlessly deal with her first two punches, the third and final one only getting in narrowly. Sure, she scored a nice solid hit, but this wasn't what she had planned. Edgar was supposed to be stunned from taking all three of the punches, but now he was simply fired up and knew the score. If she couldn't find a way to extend her speed advantage over the male, she was going to find herself in trouble very quickly.

Still, she had managed to somewhat get her point across. She knew she could be dangerous. But this time it was time to throw a snapper into his plans. he observed as he came forward, hiding his right arm as he prepared something. It nearly caught her off guard, but she was able to just about lean backwards and allow his gazelle punch to miss her jaw. It might have been able to slip right through her guard, but thankfully it missed the target. Still, This was a great opportunity for Momoko to launch an unexpected attack. As his arm rose to fill the gap her jaw had once occupied, Momoka wrapped her guarding right arm around his upper arm and pretty much locked in place there, leaving him with a single arm to use.

It wasn't the most graceful of tactic, but she got the impression that if Edgar had the same chance he would take it. with his arm trapped, Momoka would twist her other arm so that elbow was facing towards Edgar, before suddenly thrusting it forward towards his face, aiming to impact his face through the gap that his trapped arm conveniently made. The aim was to be nice and quick so that he couldn't come up with some kind of counterplay. As soon as her elbow found its mark on his face she would let of his trapped arm. No point in keeping it there. She would finally raise her left leg and attempt to slam her boot into his stomach and get him to go back a step. No point in letting him stay close and attack.

"Did that hurt? Sorry Blondie you can't have it all your way. I am not about to lose my debut to you or your sister"

It had been a brazen decision to use what was normally a punishing counterpunch setup for a raw approach, but it was less to do with him being overtly bold and more with his lack of respect in Momoka’s abilities. He knew he had the power to knock her out and wanted nothing more than to land that one big bunch to empty that fiery twinkle from her eyes and drop her to the mat in spectacular fashion. That hope fell just shy when her outward aggression heeded caution, finding her dipping back just within a hair’s breadth of his knuckles obliterating her face. The force of his fist halting just shy was enough to cause a few of her stray brunette strands of hair to flutter.

Even as his outstretched arm was hooked by hers he wasn’t stepping down, but rather up to her. He was too stubborn to back away, refusing to waste his offensive push and instead doubling down on the bad choice to continue it at a disadvantage. Tucking his guarding arm in close, his shoulder rolled in preparation to send another punch. It was cut short when an elbow can whizzing past and planted itself squarely in his face with a loud crack of bone on bone.

Edgar’s head snapped back from the impact, the immediate and searing pain firing across his entire face dulling his sense of smell and forcing his eyes to wince. Before he had a moment to respond, something hit him square in the gut, throwing his back as he lurched his upper body forward. He stumbled with a backpedal, carried away by the force of the kick before planting his boots and sliding the last inch or so before coming to a stop. A hand came up to his face, covering his features as the pugilist snarled, left hunched forward and wheezing softly.

“Make it sound like you have a choice.” The blond let out an annoyed huff at the brunette’s comment, bringing his hand away from his face in a whiteknuckled clench of a fist. Slowly, he straightened back up, tilting his head from one side then the other to softly pop his neck. He shot her a small sneer, stepping slowly to the side to begin to circle around her from a distance. Once he could finally open his eyes without squinting again, he slowed and squared up again, bringing up his arms in his boxing stance once again. “Keep talking like that and