Making an Impression

Match Type: Tag Team Elimination
Stipulation: No holds barred
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or submission of both members of a team.

This was the first real tag match of Bangarang's new career here at AWF and Ellie was dead set on making sure started off on the right foot. Preparation, preparation, preparation. That was the Endlish woman's word for homework it seemed as she had sent Lyla home with literal stapled packets of information from their grueling training sessions the last few days. While both teams were being freshly debuted, the Brit had caught wind of who they were set to fight almost a week ahead of time before scheduled taping.

Simply named "Domination", according to her accounts, it was a hard group to look up. They both knew they were contracted specifically only for wrestling their fellow females so that just meant Ellie had to avoid the internet for a tag team or faction that carries the name that features prominently women competitors. It was a hard going but after making a list and cross referencing it with booked live events that overlapped with AWF filming she had narrowed it down to one. There had been no news of them having been signed to Friction or Tension, but that didn't mean they hadn't done so outside the public eye.

So she had put together an extensive crash course in everything she could find. They watched matches, reviewed move lists, and scouted tag team setups to avoid. While she would have liked more prep time, perhaps another week, she was sure they had been able to give themselves a sizable.advantage out the gate. This was going to be a fantastic showing for Bangarang.

"I changed up our game plan a smidge. Did you look at the updated document? I texted it to you last night." Ellie tugged at her laces pulling them nice and snug before thing her boots off. She was beaming, excited to finally get back into the ring after their brief hiatus. Moving had been a drag, she needed to get back into the swing of things.

"Oh, sure. Of course." Lyla leaned up against the lockers, opening her own just enough to obscure the fact she was swiping through her phone to check her messages for the first time. Most of them were a backlog of Ellie updating her on every little thing or checking on times they needed to be at the arena. She found the document in question and started scanning it quietly.

"Good. It's imperative we work Susan harder. She's going to be the source of the hard to interrupt run ins. Once she is wiggled down, you should have no problem making Gina tap, then Bob's your Uncle, we'll have our first win." She stood up with a bounce, testing the fit of her ring gear with a few stretches.

"Gang up on Susie and tap Jenny. Got it." Lyla squinted at the document, trying to find what page the pictures were on to help identify the women. Ellie shot her a look that went unnoticed.

"Just stay focused. This is our debut, we have to make an impact." The lavender haired girl moved towards the locker, nudging it part way closed to give Lyla a more serious look.

"Yep. Don't worry about me. 110% in the bag." Lyla started a bit to see Ellie there, giving a small smirk as she displayed her phone to show the document. Had to get those brownie points for being such a good student after all. The thought that she may have been skimming it to make up for not having read it never crossed Ellie's mind apparently because she looked overjoyed to see it finding use now.

Ellie St. James:

Lyla Moore:

Theme:

Ellie burst through the curtains with arms raised. She was energy embodied in a tight, attractive package that fit right into the ranks of Friction. Lyla followed closely behind, displaying a similar youthful energy that had the crowd bouncing in time with them and the music. They both made their way down the ramp, weaving from side to side to focus attention from both girls on the crowds on either side.

Once they reached the ringside they split up, each going to their own side of the ring. They rolled under the bottom rope in unison, taking to the corners to hop up onto the middle rope and strike a pose. Ellie displayed her tenacity and spirit with a pumping fist in the air. Lyla puffed out her chest and pursed her lips, putting her physique on display. In time with their music, both girls jumped back off the ropes and met up mid ring, eyes towards the ramp to wait for their opponents.

Bangarang had scarcely finished their introduction when the lights suddenly dropped around the arena, bathing the crowd in pure, confused darkness. Murmurs ran through the crowd, yells, protests, annoyed grunts. Some thought it was a power failure, until they realized that the ad signs were still lit and the building was receiving power. Which could only mean one thing, really - this was intentional, and likely because somebody was looking to make a grand entrance.

It took only a few seconds before the crowd started to hum with quick debates, as the fans tried to figure out who was coming to challenge this young, bright duo. The tag division wasn’t that big on either brand, so it was an easy list to make, but this didn’t fit the MO of anyone they knew…

They were so busy talking that they didn’t hear the music playing, not at first. Not until a blood red spotlight began to lighten up the curtain, revealing two figures standing behind it, lit up in silhouette. One was tall] and slender, with a frame that made the muscles clear even through the shadows, as she stretched and raised her arms high, putting her proud and prodigious breasts on full display. The other was taller and built thick, rocking even more muscle, but not so much that an ounce of femininity was lost, running a hand over her fulsome backside.

The music reached a crescendo, swelled, the lights came back and the curtain pulled back to reveal…


The crowd’s confusion didn’t stop when they spied these two figures, but only mounted. One of them, the redhead, was known to the Friction fans who followed Tension. After all, she’d attacked the Hentai champion there and made quite a stir a few months back, earning herself some notoriety - Rose. Her presence here was a mystery, though, as was the identity of the woman next to her, a thick and strapping bruiser with raven hair and roses adorning her arm, aiming a hungry gaze at the ring. She had the look of a wrestler, carried herself like one, which made it all the more puzzling that no one had heard of her until now. Quanderies, both of them.

Thankfully, they both had microphones in hand, to go along with the bullwhip and riding crop they respectively carried in the other. Explanations would be coming soon.

They made their way to the ring with long, powerful strides, exuding confidence and acting as if the rest of the ring wasn’t even there. Rose made her way up the steps with her compatrior coming in close behind her.  The took up positions on opposite sides of the turnbuckle, leaning over the ropes, staring at Bangarang, knowing grins on both their faces. Two lionesses, eying their victims through the cage.

”Lookie, lookie.” The larger woman chewed her lip and scanned the two of them from head to two, not seeing a single thing she didn’t like. Traces of an Australian accent colored her voice through the microphone, but did nothing to mask the desire in her tone.”Young. Supple. Cute. Conveniently underdressed. I’m thinking we hit the jackpot, Rose.”

Rose whistled and tilted her hat up, making sure they could all see her lascivious eyes. ”I concur, Thorn. A delectable pair, both of them. I think we’ll only have time to give one of them the special treatment, though.”

Thorn pouted, genuine disappointment wrinkling her face. ”Damn shame.

”Damn shame, indeed. But!” Rose wagged her finger. ”Since this is your first match, I say it’s only fair that you get to choose. Who’s the lucky girl tonight?”

That brought the smile back to Thorn’s face, along with a dark giggle that made her breasts bounce. She leaned over the ropes even further, looking between their opponents like choice meats at the store, trying to decide which one looked tastier…

...after a moment, she threw up her hands and shrugged. ”Ha! Can’t pick. Oh, well.” She threw her hair back, revealing the scar across her right eye "Guess I’ll just have to sample them both, first.”

Both of them threw their microphones away and Thorn stepped in through the ropes, cracking her knuckles.

As the house lights vanishing had left many confused, Ellie instead stepped up, standing valiantly in the dark. She wasn't taken aback, expecting some manner of intimidation tactics from their opposition. She however, was unshakeable in this moment, even if only Lyla could make out her silhouette as eyes adjusted to the dark.

The lavender haired girl hadn't thought anything about the outlines of her opponents, far too busy trying to think of something cool to say when they finally got to the ring… the lightwork was also a nice touch, but she wouldn't compliment that until after they won.

"Wow… they look way hotter than those old images you found." Lyla leaned up against Ellie's shoulder, watching the duo from over her partner's shoulder. She seemed relatively casual about the reveal, but Ellie was wide eyed and confused.

"That.. those photos were from a few months ago. This is not the same people… what is she even wearing? Is that…" Ellie was squinting now, trying to unpack Rose's attire.

"Just suspenders." Lyla chewed her lip, fighting back a giggle.

Ellie's face went bright crimson as she stared at the duo making their way down the ramp. She drew her arms around herself in a protective hug, that only grew tighter as the other women neared.

"110% focus, as promised." Lyla stood up a bit straighter now that her interests has been piqued. While she wasn't big on competition, she wouldn't mind rolling around on the mat with either of these women. She especially loved the taller one's look, like she growled out of a metal album or something.

As the women spoke, it looked almost as if Ellie was having an internal meltdown. She had put so much time and energy into prepping for a fight and these two women weren't even the ones she studied! Was this cheating? Her blush intensified as Thorn picked apart her appearance. She found herself gripping the edges of her jacket, pulling it shut as best she good to subconsciously retreat from flattery that carries that sort of tone.

"I want the special treatment." Lyla murmured under her breath, getting swift look of shock and annoyance from Ellie. The Irish woman shrugged like a monster on a sitcom, all she was missing was a laugh track. "What, did you want it?"

"What?! N-no!" Ellie voice carried far louder than the hushed personal comments from her partner, further embarrassing her as she blurted out only one side of a conversation. She was determined however to salvage this, stepping forward with her chest puffed out.

"Nobody is interested in your special treatment." A hand firmly planted on her hip, she wagged a finger at the domme duo.

"I a-"

"Nobody! So… go get in your corner and…" Her eyes which had been scanning the duo had settled on Rose, more specifically those assets of hers that she wore in open display. One might think at this point Ellie's normal completion was that of a strawberry. "A-and put a shirt on! How do you even wrestle like that?"

"With tape... maybe some kinda boob glue." Lyla mused, rubbing her chin safely as she too examined Rose, though a bit more thoroughly. You never know when an important detail would jump out at you after all. When Thorn slipped into the ring, the pink haired girl almost looked giddy, stepping up to volunteer herself to start the match.

Ellie met her partner with an outstretched arm, glancing over at her sidelong. The two locked eyes, silently questioning the other. Their expressions shifted slightly, having a complete conversation with their body language alone. After a long awkward exchange, Ellie dropped her arm. "Fine… But focus, on the match."

"You got it." She flashed a wide grin as Ellie back off to their corner, slipping under the ropes. The lavender haired girl seemed a bit more self conscious about her wrestling gear though and made the trip at an odd sideways shuffle before dipping between the ropes as suggestive as she could manage. Lyla watched this all with a small chuckle, trying not to be overheard by her friend. With that decided, she turned back to Thorn.

"You're a big lass. How flexible are you, hm?" Lyla kicked the toes of her boots out on the mat, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. She had to cast her gaze up to the larger woman but didn't really seem scared of the vast difference in their sizes. Having muscle was well and good, but it didn't give you armor. When she was twisting this gorgeous gorilla into knots, they would see how much Thorn's physique helped.

On the outside, Thorn was nothing but pure confidence. She stood tall and proud, her prodigious chest thrust out, easily dwarfing her opponents with her impressive size and stature. She didn’t have the look of a woman who was about to wrestle, but the look of a woman who had wrestled. And won. Decisively. As if the outcome of this match was a foregone conclusion.

Inside, however, things were on less than stable ground. Thorn sincerely wished Rose hadn’t mentioned that this was her first match, and she was counting her lucky stars that their opponents didn’t seem to pick up on it, more focused on the surprise than anything. She could hide her jitters well enough, her times as a domme had trained her in the art of keeping an air of control despite the situation, but they were still there. She was still human. And the importance of not fucking this up wasn’t lost on her.

Hands on hips. Chest out. Stand tall. Keep smirking. Own the ring.

”Really? Nobody?” She folded her arms and shrugged, feigning confusion as she looked back to her partner-in-crime. ”Not sure if I believe that. Rose?”

As they spoke, Rose had come to lean back against the post, stretching back on it as if to test just how far the straps on her outfit could go. ”I find that claim highly dubious, what with those red cheeks and all.” She blew Ellie a kiss, then used that same hand to idly fondle one of those breasts that she’d been making suck a big deal of. ”And if you’re curious about my outfit, don’t worry. You’ll get a nice, close look at it soon enough.”

”But not too soon.” Thorn did a few last-minute arm stretches as their opponent’s hammered out who’d be starting and a bemused referee made her way between them, eager to get whatever-this-was going. Her eyebrow rose when Lyla came to bat, thinking the more serious one would be kicking this off. Not that she could complain, though. There was plenty to like, here.

Redhead? Check.

Great body? Check.

Sexy accent? Check.

Both of the girls were highly fuckable, but this one seemed much more in tune with the idea. A strong candidate for the ‘special treatment’. But they had to get to that point, first. ”You’re wanting to know how flexible I am, that it?” She tilted her head to the side and smacked her lips, letting hair fall back over her scar and shrouding her face in shadows. ”One way to find out.”

The bell rang, and Thorn didn’t want a single millisecond. She burst forward at full speed, covering the distance between them with a couple of strides, and lashed out with a wild right cross, aiming the heavy blow towards the middle of Lyla’s chest.

Ellie's cheeks were not only beet red but ballooned like a hamster hoarding seeds. Her fingers wrapped around the ring ropes tightly, aggressively grinding the cable in her palm. When Rose ran her palm over her own breast, the lavender hair girl let out a small mousy  sound as if someone had just stepped on her toes. "I'm not curious about your outfit! I just think it looks ridiculous!"

Lyla took note of Thorn looking her up and was more than happy to strike a small pose, giving the other woman her fill of what the Irish woman had to offer. She was shameless, unlike her prudish partner. "Oh, I want to know all sorts of things about you, I just figured that was a more appropriate thing to ask instead of your sign or something, given the situation…"

No sooner had the bell rang and Thorn was already up in her face. Surprisingly fast, though she was a big girl so those steps covered a lot of ground. Normally she would have just taken the hit to help her get a good idea of what she was up against… but Thorn was pretty visibly a brick wall of a woman and she had given Ellie her word she was going to try…

She snapped backwards, upper body bending at a harsh angle to limbo just under the fist intended to ruin her day. It had been close, really really close… Lyla swallowed hard, giving a nervous chuckle as she remained mid dodge for a moment, trying to keep her balance. That wasn't going to happen, she could feel herself about to fall.

Rather than go alone, she kicked up one foot high, trying to throw her leg up and over the larger woman's forearm for some leverage. If she managed to do that, she would try to grab for her wrist to get a firm grip. If she was going to fall she intended to take Thorn with her where she could finish applying an arm bar on the mat. That was of course if her weight could even drag someone this big down. "I'll get my answer myself!"

Frankly, Rose thought Ellie was adorable. So uptight, so stern, so serious in a business that was all about sweet, sensual fun. Thorn seemed to have a thing going with Lyla, and she could get that - the loose ones could be a joy, nothing wrong with a woman who could go with the flow. But for her money? The girls that needed some breaking in were the higher pleasure. Ellie had a button somewhere, and she was looking forward to a) figuring out where it was and b) pressing it vigorously.

She tapped her chin and gazed back at Ellie through half-lidded eyes, all the way up until the bell rang - showtime, and her ‘pupil’ was up to bat right away. Sure enough, she came out swinging, just like they’d discussed, knowing that her best course of action would be to start off strong and try to keep an aggressive pace.

A good idea, in theory, especially here - a powerful offense to wear down their unknown foes, overwhelm them before they knew what happened. It would have worked nine of ten times, she was sure...but it seemed that Lyla was in the 10%.

”Oh-” Thorn had a surprised grunt as Lyla executed her slick maneuver, capturing her arm in a fluid motion. The woman couldn’t have weighed all that much, probably 70 kilograms at the max, something her partner could’ve easily lifted - if she’d been ready for it. Which she wasn’t. Her legs gave way, and down she came, right into an armbar.

Thorn fell hard to her front, but to her credit, she did exactly what they’d trained to do in such a situation - keep smiling, stay calm. She was going to fall eventually, and the trick was keeping her cool and not panicking, or at least not making that panic obvious. ”Oh, look at you.” Thorn had a quick laugh, masking her pain as the armbar was applied. ”Go ahead. Try me out.”

Leverage was a deadly thing, and despite the greater size, Lyla had it over Thorn. Thorn made the best of the moment and twisted her wrist enough to grab and grope one of Lyla’s lovely breasts, even daring to slip a few fingers under the fabric to caress the skin underneath - but that wouldn’t get her out of the hold. There were a few clear, obvious ways to escape this, but Rose wanted to wait a moment or two before she gave her partner the answer, seeing if she could figure it out on her own.

Not only the crowd, but Ellie was seemingly shocked by the smooth takedown. Lyla on paper wasn't a very imposing woman, and to see her pull down a juggernaut like Thorn so fast that those who had blinked missed the move, was impressive. To the Irish lass, this was exactly how she planned it and when both woman smacked the canvas she has wasted no time hooking the other leg under Thorn's cinch to cinch in the armbar.

Thorn's tenacity was surprising though. Sure Lyla had expected her and Rose to be a bit handsy, had hoped for it in all honesty, but the fact that the first thing she did when they had hit the ground was go for a grope was rather hold. She wouldn't complain on either front, it was like dinner and a show. She was given the time to apply the hold and got a small bit of enjoyment for herself.

The groping however had managed to play a rather important part in the armbar, though nobody but Thorn and Lyla would know it by looking. She had twisted the other woman's arm at the wrist, making sure her arm was locked straight with no room to bend, but when she pulled the arm she didn't go all the way… she was milking the hold to let the larger woman fondle her, cheeky girl.

"Since we know where you are going, where are you from?" Lyla shifted a bit, twisting she her shoulder held up most of her weight. She crooned softly as Thorn's fingers felt around beneath her top. What she saw was what she got, there were no other tricky layers hidden underneath. The open cleavage too afforded the trapped woman a lot of freedom where she wandered, with the limitation of course of the armbar.

In Bangarang's corner, Ellie had one boot on the middle rope, dipped slightly as her eyes shifted between the action in the ring and Rose. She was expecting the other woman to try to break up the submission, was practically daring her to try it. She was struggling though with how to stop her without causing some sort of wardrobe malfunction… what a devious outfit. Was this its hidden power?

Not a minute in, and already Thorn was down and hurting and in a submission hold, eerily similar to her training sessions with Rose. She was a powerhouse, she was certain she could floor anyone in this league with her right hook, but submission holds were bound to be a constant bane in her life. Best that she get used to it.

This was not the start that Thorn was hoping for, but she wasn’t letting that get her down too much. Really, it wasn’t too bad. The armbar hurt, but she’d suffered through worse pain, and it was nothing damning, not this early in the match. On top of that, she was gaining some rather valuable intel - for instance, confirmation that yes, it wasn’t an act, and Lyla was totally into this. So much so that she wasn’t giving the hold all the torque that she could. A good indication about where her priorities lied in this match, if Thorn was any judge.

Oh, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. How convenient.

Thorn’s fingers were large, fit for her size, but they were deft when it came to playing the fine-tuned instrument that was the female body. She dipped another finger and cut straight to the chase, finding a nice, ripe nipple to pinch and twist - not too hard, not too forceful, just enough to wet the appetite before her fingers spread out and started a slow massage. ”Oh, I’m from all over, really. But Australia, first off. Sydney. So we’re both a long way from home, lass.”

Rose was just close enough to make out the conversation, loving that Thorn was loving herself, but her eyes were elsewhere for the moment. Ellie kept looking her way, clearly expecting something, likely thinking she would try to interrupt this. They were close enough. She could’ve. She wasn’t, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play with the possibility.

A cruel smile came over her, she started to bend the ropes down, lifted one leg up, prepared to enter…

...and then she stopped, looked Thorn’s way, and whistled.

The signal was enough to snap her partner’s attention, and a second of exchanged glances was all that it took to convey the message. Back to business ”One sec.”

Thorn closed her eyes for a moment, thinking, processing the situation. No rope breaks, so that wasn’t an option. There was probably some complicated way out of this, some intricate maneuver that would save her, but she was nowhere near that level. She had brute strength. That, and the fact that Lyla was giving her the softcore version of this move. Those were things she could work with. So…

Things all changed in a heartbeat. Her soft, groping hand turned into a harsh squeeze. She kicked her legs up and rolled forward, coming down on her back and flipping the both of them over - that alone wouldn’t be enough to save her from this move, but she was hoping that the change in position would give her opportunity that could. Twisting the side, she summoned her power, attempting to stack Lyla, scrunch her up just enough so she could reach over with her free arm and throw a hard punch square in her face.

Lyra drew in a small how's at the twist of her nipple, repaying that particular kindness with a crack of her hold. She was under firm belief she was in control here, so she was laying down the rules plain as day. Once Thorn eased up and began rubbing her hand over her breast she settled in a bit, humming cheerfully. This was probably her favorite hold she had ever applied on someone, for the moment.

"From down unda'" The pink haired girl mused softly, throwing on a rather atrocious attempt at Thorn's accent, exaggerated to Crocodile Dundee levels. She smirked at the far from home comment, giving a faint shrug… catching herself in the casual gesture and giving the hold another small crank to pretend the struggle was real and ongoing.

"You're closer to home than me. We could give you a paddle boat and you could get their in a few hours with arms like these." She slowly began to twist at Thorn's wrist, actually applying pressure. "If I send you packing, do I get a kiss goodbye?"

Hawk eyed Ellie was so ready to clobber Rose the second she even so much as thought about getting involved. Perhaps a bit too ready because when the other woman made a virgin to do that, the rookie was already ducking into the ring, getting ready to charge… but Rose was still on the apron… and the referee was moving towards her, waving her back to the other side of the ropes. Ellie grit her teeth, staring dagger across at Rose before backing away and slipping to the apron again.

"Take your time. We have as long as it takes you to ta-" Lyra was cut off by a surprised cry as Thorn's pleasant touch turned into a melon maiming claw. Rather than letting go, she dialed up her armbar, trying to rein in the larger woman again. This time was different however.

The pain tumbled over onto their backs in a dizzying flop, one that afforded the larger woman enough time to force herself over, partially pinning the smaller girl down. Even before she had a chance to reposition the hold, one of those large meaty fists socked her square in the head causing her to jolt.

Spots in her eyes, she reeled. The grip she held loosened, an immediate response of wanting to get away from this. Lyla kicked her legs up, hard, trying to throw the bigger woman away from her to avoid another punch like that. Setting them back to zero suddenly seemed like a very good option.

Maybe it was too early to be thinking things like this, but Thorn was growing rather fond of Lyla at record pace. She was the kind of woman that she loved to domme, the kind of girl that just went along with the flow and didn’t try to make this more complicated than it had to be. She could get down with the Ellies of the world, sure, bending all the straight edges, and she was eager to make that little mouse squeal...but, for her money, Lyla was the stronger candidate when it came to all the fun plans they had in store for the latter half of this match.

Heck, she liked Lyla so much, she wasn’t even bothered by her corny attempt at an Australian accent. She’d heard worse. Far worse, really.

”Oh, you’re getting a kiss, love. No doubt.” She had a deep chuckle, both at their banter and Ellie falling for Rose’s mind games. Poor thing needed some serious unwinding. ”Where, though? That’s the question.”

It was a question that would have to wait, though, because Thorn had bigger priorities - like, say, not having her arm wrenched out of its socket. Her little gambit worked wonders in that regard, as she wasn’t only able to escape the hold, but managed to get in a good shot on Lyla’s face, too, right on the button. Nasty hit, too. Would’ve made Thorn feel bad, if she wasn’t so sure that she’d be making up for it later.

Lyla showed some toughness, shrugging off the hit well enough to kick Thorn away before she could pin the smaller woman down. The domme was sent rolling away, coming off her back and getting up to a single knee, perfectly poised with the distance between them. Back to square one, it seemed, only with an aching arm and battered face for their efforts.

Second try. Thorn was tempted to come at her with another punch, but given how well that turned out last time? Nope. She needed to get in there fast, with something heavy, something hard, something unexpected, something that she was about 99% couldn’t be countered into a hold. What did she have like that in her repertoire?

Ah.

As soon as she'd risen high enough, Thorn pounded her fist into the mat and sprinted towards Lyla at full speed, leaping towards her when she was close and shooting her legs out towards the smaller woman’s chest, attempting to nail her with a shotgun dropkick and send her careering into the corner. ”Boom!”