Sucker Punch vs. BlazeWave - Can't Stop The Beat

Theo was on the floor, blinking, still trying to piece together what had just happened. It wasn’t just the damage, but the sheer alacrity of the moves, as if his brain was racing to catch up and make sense of the events. He was definitely conscious enough to realize that his presence on the floor was not a good thing, nor was the fact that she still had his leg trapped, but he couldn't quite process it all.

Not until she cracked his leg, anyway.

That brought a little more clarity to the matter, as she twisted it right up to the breaking point. For a moment he thought she’d actually shattered something, but no, it wasn’t quite that bad...but close, too close. It had him howling on the floor, a noise that only grew worse when she used his stomach for a stepping stool. Writhing, all he could was laying there and groan as she drove her heel into his stomach.

It left him a wreck on the floor, and he wouldn't have been getting up anytime soon. Viper had other ideas, though, as she yanked him up by the hair, forcing him to raise as she willed. Defiant, he tried to throw a few punches into her stomach, but they didn’t have anywhere near the impact he wanted, little more than feeble swats. He could do better, but not without time to recover, and she wasn’t giving him that.

Willy could see this all happening from the sidelines, wanted to say something, opened his mouth to, but nothing came out. The tone of the entire match had just changed, a complete reversal. Nothing they’d trained for was even close to this.

Viper arched a brow as Theo more or less started slapping her midsection. With a harsh she dragged him to the side, not giving him the benefit of finding solid footing. Grabbing hold of his unkept hair she pulled him in, ramming his shoulder up against her abdomen, booking an arm around his head. She straightened up, giving his neck a crippling crank, strong enough to be a submission in its own right. Her eyes drifted to Willy, locking eyes with the other man. Waiting on the apron as she tugged one of Theo's arms up to slip behind her head.

With almost no preparation she hoisted the other man up into the air, clapping a hand on his side to push him straight up and hold him steady completely vertical. Seconds passed but she remained a pillar, unmoving, unburdened by the weight. Finally, after blood had rushed to Theo's face and vertigo likely had settled in, she dropped back.

Grabbing hold of the lip of the blonds pants, she pulled him down directly into his head, a massive brain buster that would no doubt put many a wrestler in their place. Up until the end, her eyes had never left Willy. He had run his mouth early on, she was looking forward to taking him apart. Theo though? She would shove his body aside once she was done, not even nothing to go for the pin as she sat herself back up.

Okay, Willy had to say - this was freaky.

And no, not in the good way.

He could have guessed that Viper was strong. She was in good shape for a woman of her age, [i]any[/] age, decent build going on. But he wouldn’t have bet that she’d be strong enough to lift Theo up like that, and he damn sure didn’t think she could have stalled it - but she did. Made it look easy, even. His partner wasn’t all that heavy, true, but it was still a crazy feat for a woman to pull off like that. Oh, and he was not at all crazy about the way she was looking his way.

Theo came down for a rough landing, the brainbuster, sending a shock to his system, leaving him sprawled out, spread eagle. He laid there for a moment, preparing for a pin with what little faculties he had at the moment, but when that didn’t happen for some strange reason, other instincts kicked in. He needed an escape plan. He needed Willy.

Rolling over, he crawled towards his corner and extended his hand, going for the tag. Willy hesitated for a moment, looking between Theo and Viper, but it wasn’t like he had a choice in the matter. He gave Theo’s hand a slap and jumped into the ring, but didn’t do anything beyond that, remembering how poorly that went for his partner. Just...be slow about this. You know, careful. Not his strong suits, but if there was ever a time to try them out.

”Heh.” He had a quick, nervous laugh, before he straightened up and moved her way, summoning some courage. He brought his arms up, looking to meet her with a collar-and-elbow, keeping an eye out for anything tricky...or trying to, anyway. ”Saw you looking my way, lady. Like what you see?” He managed to get some of his usual flavor in there, but not nearly as much as he wanted.

Viper took her time rising to her feet, casually glancing over as Theo rolled onto his stomach and started to crawl to his corner. The blond veteran trailed behind him in no visible rush, taking a moment to run her hands through her hair to gather up stray strands back into the rest. She stopped at a point as to not get too close to the duo's corner to allow them to tag freely. Viper clapped a hand on her bicep, raising the arm up as she rolled her shoulder to round out a kink.

When Willy was finally in, she gave him the courtesy of a small upnod. It was the least she could do considering what she had planned for the big guy. When her approached her to lock up, she didn't think anything of it and took the offer openly. Her palms clamped down on the back of Willy's neck and inner elbow respectively, about to give him the opportunity to show her what he was made of… until he opened his big mouth again.

Her eyes narrowed slightly before she gave a sharp whistle. Gyuri who had been dealing herself along the ropes on the apron suddenly straightened up, blinking. She looked to Viper for confirmation, but the blond had her back to the Korean. Hoping she remembered this correctly, she started to climb to the top rope, purposely making a loud racket, shouting across the way in Korean.

The referee caught sight of this and the possible interference incoming and turned towards Gyuri, gesturing her back to the corner and demanding she get down. She even started a count.

"Better than you will." Viper suddenly drew back the hand behind Willy's head, shoving her palm roughly into his face. Fingers curled, she raked her nails across his eyes with a cold indifference, doling out karma in her eyes to another insufferable young "talent" that needed a wake up call. To drive the point home, she lurched back before throwing her weight forward, attempting to head butt the larger man square in the face. It was a shame his nose was already hurt and wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

Theo rolled under the ropes, nice and slow, and took his sweet time getting back on two feet. Viper had left him reeling, and now that his head was clearing up, he was starting to realize why - the woman was just good. Damn good. It didn’t help that they were both green, but it wouldn’t have been going bad with most others in the league, he was pretty sure. And it wasn’t like with Mariko, where she seemed partly invested in toying with them - no, she was going for the kill, mean and quick. That had led to him getting clobbered, and he would’ve put Willy in the same boat.

So, when he rose up and saw that his partner hadn't been knocked flat on his ass yet, he was optimistic. Cautious, but optimistic. Maybe Willy had the right approach, here. She seemed to be going for the hold, looking to lock up with him, and given the size difference there was only one way it could really go from there. As he looked through the ropes and caught his breath, he gave his partner a confident nod.

But then, all at once, things went bad. Willy was just about to pour on the pressure, looking to shove Viper hard to the ropes, when she whistles out of nowhere. He arched his brow, confused, when a burst of movement drew his attention - Gyuri was moving again, looking like she was about to bully her way into the ring and interrupt things. Weird - it wasn’t like Vipee was on trouble yet. So why-

The answer to his unfinished question came in the from of a harsh rake in the eyes, fucking up his vision. He cried out in shock and pain, right before something hard cracked him in the face - Viper’s skull, if he had to guess. It was a hard, heavy impact that left him staggering back and swinging out with wild arms, blind and just hoping he could hit her out of sheer luck.

Viper's skull battered Willy, driving him back. She grit her teeth, breathing in sharply to endure the self inflicted pain she caused herself, though it seemed to be incredibly fleeting. She trudged forward, giving chase to the man across from her. A wide punch caught her in the face, jerking her head to the side from the impact, having done nothing to shield herself on the approach. When flailing, this guy hit hard. She took note of that despite her own body language not seeking to indicate the wayward strike had done much to phase her.

The next sweeping punch that came her way though, she had no intention of taking. Throwing her arms up, she met it half way, jamming her forearm aggressively forward to meet the inside of Willy's elbow and cut the attack off before it could build momentum. Her hands turned over, gripping down at his arm and wrist, attempting to wrench the limb into a painful twist that would have her bending it into a chicken wing behind his back, driving it up into him.

"Barbie, huh? Does that make you Ken, pretty boy? Makes sense, they didn't have any balls either." She braced a palm on the underside of his arm, keeping the limb twisted to a degree it was immobile and forced to bare the weight and pressure. Spreading her legs, she sured up her own foundation before heaving her body back, using Willy's locked arm as a means to throw him up and over her head with a release suplex of sorts.

”Yes!”

It was fleeting, but Theo let himself have a brief hope when one of Willy’s blows connected at random. He’d taken hits from his friend before, knew how well the man could hit. Even if it wasn’t a proper blow, he was still more than capable of knocking down a full grown man, much less a woman. He doubted it would put her down for the match, but he figured it would at least make her back off.

That made it all the more striking when it had no such effect. She kept coming, so undeterred that, if he had been looking the wrong way for a few seconds, he wouldn’t have even known the blow hit. Viper wasn’t just tough, she was looking unstoppable, and she was closing in on Willy faster.

The big man cried out as his, big and strong and inflexible, was caught and twisted around his back, held up to keep him in place, hampering any hopes of retaliation. He was too busy crying out to make a reply to her taunt, and by the time he’d managed to get some control of the pain, it was far too late to think of an escape.

Inn a surprising burst of power, he was sent flying by her suplex, coming down hard on his shoulders, rolling once, and coming to a stop near the opposing corner, just a few feet from Gyuri. Groaning, he started to push his way up, before flopping down - the arm she’d trapped was no good, not at the moment. He started to push up with the other one, but that was still slow going.

The crowd let out a gasp as Viper managed to hurl the larger man up and over with apparent ease. There were murmurs and cheers, unsure of what to think. The majority of them had an axe to grind with the duo of dudes, but it was clear to most onlookers that Viper didn't represent a good clean way of wrestling. The rest of strength however brought the crowd alive for Sucker Punch, seeming forgiving or forgetting about the blatant cheating.

From her back, Viper leaned up into a kneel and rose to her feet entirely to the applause of the Japanese crowd. They didn't know her here or didn't care about her marred history. In her younger years she would have killed for this sort of reaction… a different time, she might as well have been a new person now.

"그를 잡아." Viper spoke clearly across the ring to Gyuri, who hopped down off the ropes.and stood at the apron, seemingly at the ready. The blond veteran quickened her pace, building into a run as she closed in on Willy still struggling to rise. With a swift snap of her leg, she brought her boot around to hook the man just under the jaw, kicking him so hard with a soccer kick she was trying to knock him upright.

Gyuri was ready, trying to grab hold of Willy when and if he was sent into the ropes. She would clasp down on his shoulders with her hands, making sure to keep him steady. With a spring, she leaped up to seat herself on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head from behind. Throwing her weight back, she hung off on her side of the ropes, using the scissor hold to act as a counter weight to keep Willy up in the corner. She reached out, grabbing for the middle rope to keep herself and Willy steady for Viper to work.

Once the wet up was in place, Viper made haste knowing their time was limited. Dipping in, she sured up her footing, and started to unload. Wide heavy haymakers to the body, alternating so she carried with her the momentum of each turn of her body into the blows. The referee was already counting, but that was fine. A blinded and choking Willy would make for an easy target no different than a weigh e heavy back. She would take as many blows as she could within the four second they had before whistling to Gyuri, who would release her hold and drop to the apron in a hand stand.

”Goddamn it…” Willy muttered as he started to make his way up, still rubbing his eyes. ”Fuck!”

He wasn’t even sure who he wanted to be pissed at, here. Yeah, Viper cheating like that sucked, but the referee should have caught that. He’d heard that the AFW officials weren’t exactly the brightest lot in history, but how did she miss that? There was probably even a reply going.

He had just started to get back up when Viper came his way again, closing the gap before he could even think of making a proper defense. The kick hit him square on the chin, sent his body flying backwards, and he would’ve come down flat if not for the ropes behind him providing some support. That, and the feel of tiny hands on his shoulder, grabbing him, keeping him in place. Even groggy, he knew that probably wasn’t a good thing, but he only realized just how bad it was when her legs came around his neck and choked the life out of him.

Struggling, squirming, Willy’s arms came up without thinking to grab Gyuri’s legs and paw at them, pulling back, trying anything to relieve the pressure. That meant he couldn’t use them for defending his body, a fact that Viper exploited in the nastiest, meanest way possible. The four seconds that followed were some of the most painful in his life, sputtering with choked gasps as the blonde battered his ribs, cracking bones, rearranged his insides with her fists.

When it was over - thank fucking god - Willy collapsed to the mat, nearly falling down right on his face. He laid there, rubbing his neck with one hand and his battered body with the other, coughing up a storm as the damage took a toll.

Willy was heavy and struggling, making it difficult for Gyuri to keep him locked in. Her arms strained as she held onto the ropes, pulling herself down to the apron with every fiber of her being she could muster. Keeping her legs locked around his big fat head was a plus, just wishing she could see him struggling after the crap he put her through earlier. As his hands clasped her legs, she squeezed even harder, wanting to make it as clear as possible that he wasn't going anyplace.

With an open shooting range of targets, Viper went for the easy money. Wide, devastating swings that blasted Willy just under his ribs where there was nothing but soft, juicy spots to bury her fist. Each one was a muted slap that didn't sound nearly as impressive as what they did to the man's insides though the jolt of his body spoke volumes with each strike. When the final count came, she backed off with hands raised just as Gyuri let their victim fall, leaving no room for error that they had obeyed the allotted time.

The Korean girl let her weight fall forward, gracefully dropping herself to the ringside area below with arms raised in mocking pose of any gymnast. Once it was clear Viper wasn't paying her antics any mind though, she quickly climbed herself back onto the apron, waiting to be called on again.

Viper eyed Willy as he hit the mat at her feet, watching him struggle and writhe with an empty stare. She didn't even seem satisfied with the work the two of them had done in dismantling the poor man. Planting a boot firmly on his shoulder, she kicked it out to roughly roll him over onto his back.

She stepped over Willy, positioning his head beneath her legs as she looked off to Theo. With no real grace, she dropped herself down on top of Willy's chest, hard, sitting on him as if he were a sofa cushion discarded on the floor. It was enough though to justify a count, which dropped the referee down to her knees to hit the mat.

"One!"

She watched Theo, silently daring him to come and stop her. Forearms rested over top of her knees, hunched forward and ready to rise the second he crossed that threshold. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, really wanting to see the mettle of this man when tested against what he had just witnessed. A sane person would leave it be and eat the loss. A proud person would do to break the pin. A vengeful person would want to take her down…

"Who are you, Theodore?" She whispered softly to herself. Regardless of the answer, it would not end here. If Theo didn't come to interrupt her pin, she would do it herself by unseating herself at the very last moment. This wasn't done yet.