Chloe Mason vs Black Crow - As The Crow Flies...

Chloe Mason vs. Black Crow

Among all things, Chloe prided on not having anything pass her. Especially when it comes to information.

A tick from her commissioner days, no doubt, but one she hasn't minded in the slightest. It was always good to be on top of things. It was always quite hard to 'turn it off', even when there are situations that don't call for it. But it's something that she lives with. One thing it does benefit is when it comes to her opponents. She can do her research, figure out what makes them tick, what are their strengths, what are their weaknesses and more. It has aided her in battle, especially as she fights with a style that is unique. Perhaps this may be because all of her opponents have had information and archive footages to scan over. Which makes it all the easier to find a good strategy in order to deal with them.

This time, however, it was different.

Chloe Mason:

She hated going into things blind but that is what she has to do as she steps out of the curtain, music blaring in the speakers, her two bodyguards in tow as always escorting her to the ring. Although, considering that 'Black Crow' person hasn't had a match that has been recorded yet and all the information about her doesn't say much apart from the basics. That and her notable MMA background. It was a situation that was going to happen at any point and it just so happened to be this very moment. But adapt to it, she will do. The crowd taking a liking to the blonde after a long while, perhaps more appearances would help her in the long run. There was always more victims to assert her dominance over.

The blonde hopped onto the apron and the two aided her in removing her high heels before she would rise up and slip into the ring. Sauntering to her own corner, mulling over about what type of person it could be. Considering she was going up against an MMA fighter, Chloe will have to prepare for a rougher time than usual. Though nothing she can't handle.

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In her many showings in the AFW ring, wherever Friction or Tension, Chloe seems to have garnered mixed reactions from the fans wherever to place her. Some mention her name in admiration. Some of course in spite. She knew she wasn't going to be the most liked out of most veterans but her knack for humiliation has made Chloe a favourite. Cause at least her matches end in a spectacular manner.

And during her time in AFW, she had come to expect the weird and the wonderful that this federation had to offer. So as the British born opponent arrived on top of the ramp, with all of her theatrics, she was definitely not surprised. She had been born watching the glitz and glamour of wrestling, their gravitas to the point it was all natural. Silently, she could judge the entrance and it was done very well. It was certainly 'in your face' with how blatant her Crow theme is, from the colours, the cloak, her gear, her very presence...

Goes to show even an MMA fighter can master what few pro wrestlers could not.

Entrances aside, the bodyguards would move back on either side of the ring outside. Never have they been used to save her from any danger but in each performance, you never know what could happen. Always pays to be careful. The ex-commissioner observed as Crow would enter the ring, and she noticed more of her blank expression. There was nothing there that showed emotion. Even as Chloe looked into those golden eyes, she saw something akin to a bottomless pit. Hmmm...

The blonde would move towards her opponent, her index finger twirling the golden locks as she came close. Instead of meeting face to face, however, Chloe would walk around, her eyes scanning her opponent. She got a good look at her, the bigger body that looked very fit. Her eyes looked up and down as if she's a scientist observing something. She gave a few nods and hums of approval before she would eventually meet face to face. "Not bad. Not bad at all..." An alluring and sly smile as she looked up. Taking a deep breath in and out through her nostrils.

"Okay." Chloe said simply as she gave another nod. This was going to be a challenge, that much was clear. How much though remains to be seen. She took three steps back before her right leg swung behind her, her toe drew a semi-circle on the canvas gracefully while her left foot remains forward. "Ready?" She would ask as she expects the bell to ring shortly.

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With her own inspection, Chloe gotten a good look at who she'll be fighting. For someone with a supposed MMA background, she really does have a fit, lean body. Muscles seems compact and hiding some strength underneath. She got used to certain body types though in her years of being in the wrestling business, there is always a chance that they use their bodies differently. A heavyweight may not fight like a powerhouse and a lightweight works the same too. However, she could summarise and put her in one category. Chloe would have to see more as the match goes on to get a better verdict.

She got to her own stance and asked if her opponent is ready. Instead of words, she gotten a nod back to show that she is. "Silent type, hmm?" Well as they say, actions speak louder than words

The crowd gave their cheers as the bell rings, signalling the match to start. Chloe initially had the idea of throwing the first strike, but as the full extent of Crow's abilities are still left unknown, it would be wise to hang back and hope her opponent would come to her. And wouldn't you know it, she did. Acting quickly, Crow moved in. Quite fast too. Chloe readies herself for what's to come as she sees the raven haired woman shifting slightly as she approaches with impressive speed. One thing she predicted right at least.

The ex commissioner would soon see the first strike coming towards her and reacted on instinct, seeing that fast hook that looked like it could do some damage. Seeking not to block, Chloe would shift to her left so that she would be to the right of Crow. Might not be a good idea in the first place but she would lean her head back and her upper body slightly, tucking her chin just to evade the oncoming strike. Her hands brought towards chest level. Except the oncoming strike never came. A feint. Of course she would. But where is the real attack going to come from? Her question would be answered not long after as Crow threw her uppercut. Yep, there it was.

The Black Crow was fast, that was certain. Chloe would hope her size would give her some advantage. Considering she was already moving to her left, there could be use of it. Her hips shifted so that her left side would face Lily instead, her body pivoting to her right. The uppercut would hit, though it would not be a clean hit to the solar plexus but rather a partial hit to her ribs. Letting out a small grunt. Not the best either way but better than what it was intended to hit. Within the same motion, her left leg shot up, throwing a simple roundhouse that would aim to hit the right kidney with the top of her foot. Although it wouldn't be her only strike as the blonde would hop off her right leg, pivoting to her left and fire the same kick, only higher. Same part of her bare foot but instead would aim at her jaw. Risky to try for a headshot this earlier on, but if a certain dancer from Tension could do it, then so can Chloe.

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Yep. She was going to be hard to hit.

In part, she expected as such, the Briton moved as a Mixed Martial Artist should move and even better. However, though having to be denied the chance for her foot to connect either her body or head didn't please Chloe inwardly. Range was going to be an issue because Crow had more inches on her but she faced bigger men before. Just that they tend not to have this much speed as Lily does. Though she wondered if she was holding back. Many did because Chloe looked unassuming. That someone her stature could fight like that. Though from the looks of those eyes that continue to bore into the blonde, it didn't seem so.

So her two kicks would not connect, and Crow would seek to gain advantage of that. As one should, since she at least got a hit in, not a good one but a hit nonetheless. And she would look to be vulnerable as she shot her palms towards her. Seconds from danger, Chloe had to do something. And she already had another attack in mind if those kicks failed.

Since the right leg never hit it's target, it would simply carry on with its momentum. So she would simply have to use said momentum to her favor. With the right roundhouse kick, her left foot would be already to the ground. Making the move naturally flow, the left foot would hop off and her body kept turning in a blur of red. Leaning her upper body back would bring twofold: one would be that she could extend her leg even more and two, she could deal with the vertical blow better as it comes to her with fury, mostly feeling those palms brush her breasts as they dig in and threatening to come out of her attire.

In regards to her counter attack to Crow's counter attack, Chloe simply thrusted her left leg out for a spinning back kick. While her foot is mostly petite, it aims for two targets: one being her heel for her chin and the ball of her foot for either her collarbone or better, her throat. There was of course a cost for such an attack that she wouldn't be able to regain balance and fall to the canvas. But should that kick work as intended, the sacrifice should be worth it.

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In most cases, having as much information as you can before battle always helps. With it, one could think of many ways to adapt and counter your opponent. Coming up with an effective battle plan, think about how they would react to certain things. Information was valuable for someone like Chloe. But when there isn't much to go from, you are left in the dark and everything is left unknown.

Chloe didn't have the information and hates fighting in the dark, especially when she is facing someone new like Black Crow, who has clearly proven to be very intelligent and knows what to do. Scarily intelligent. So without information on her opponent, Chloe would revert to react on instinct than anything else. Even Chloe was a woman of numbers, having done a lot of them in her commissioner days. She knew the risk of doing so. But sometimes one has to take a gamble. It might be very helpful to have all the odds and chances, but there is always a chance that things can go in her favour. Her uncle had made many leaps of faith in his life and it brought him success. So she would do the same.

She didn’t really know what was going to happen when she threw that kick, that last gambit. All the blonde knew is that she was going to roll away from Crow soon afterwards if things go horribly wrong. So imagine to her surprise that the kick struck her opponent. While her foot was quite petite and soft, it was still a weapon to be feared and the British fighter soon realised it, her heel knocking underneath the chin and struck her throat for good measure too. Feelings that she was experiencing were half elation that she at least struck her foe good. The other half was a feeling of immense pleasure. Black Crow may not talk much but the groans at least give the satisfying feedback that made her heart sing.

As planned, Chloe would fall, somersaulting away to get some space before propping up to her feet. From the corner of her eye, she could see Crow coughing and spluttering after that kick. A good hit but she knew she was far from done. Proven as the British MMA Maven would charge towards her, in a different stance altogether. Her fists came up towards her face, guarding her head and body. It didn't take long to see that she took the stance of a boxer. More specifically a peekaboo stance. That reminded her on a lot of things. The guy that caused her trouble back in her commissioner days was also a boxer as well as a wrestler. More a slugger, kinda sloppy, thought that size was enough. Course, she learned how to deal with it as she learned. Seeing different fighting styles opened her mind more. However, Crow was not that big of even sloppy. She was crisper with her movements and more accurate. And as she got closer, Chloe sensed she was getting near the ropes. So she would have to act.

The first punch came too fast for her to fully dodge and struck her chest and she went back guarding her head and torso. She was going to be hard to hit. But she would have to go for something else. Her movements were making it very hard to counter. In fact, an idea came to mind. She would wait for her chance for Crow to strike again. And that she did when she threw the hook. Leaning her head back to dodge the punch, Chloe threw her right leg from underneath, looking to sweep the leg as she is moving, interrupting her pace and catch her slipping, literally. If she was to fall, then the ex-commissioner would raise her knee higher, just enough force while the fall would let her land onto it with her face with the Swept Off Your Feet.

If she manages to get a successful hit, Chloe would rush and kneel before Crow’s crumpled state, turning her onto her back and quickly lying down before snapping her head between her legs for a simple headscissiors. However, that would only be the start as she would also intend to roll around to one side and then to the other side with the intention to further disorient Black Crow in addition to the pressure applied with her deceptively strong legs!

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