[Last Person Standing Match] Hawk Moth (D) vs Jacob Masters (D) - Proving The Point Of View

Match type: last person standing
Victory conditions: the opponent cannot get to feet before the count of ten
Special conditions: everything is allowed

Karen's life became a real whirlpool after her entry into AFW. Up to this point, everything was fairly hasteless. She took part in street fights and knock the shit out of anyone who dared to enter her octagon, and then just drank in the bar. And she liked it. But then Lexi disappeared from her life. After that, Karen did everything that came to her mind to distract from her loss. And this led her to AFW. And here she felt better than ever before. Here she began to live again. Fights have become for her more than just a way to earn money.

Her first hardcore match against Lily, where she and the brunette were ready to kill each other for the sake of victory, despite the fact that they had a very good night together before this match. And, of course, the battle with the ancient Greek goddess for the title of famine, one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. These matches made it clear to the street fighter that her path lies only along the hardcore. Even now, finishing her warm-up, she felt foretaste before the match. But that was not all, in spite of every punch to the boxing paw, which held by Damien, the girl felt a fixed look on her nape.

- Speak already, - Karen said, continuing to beat the paws.
- And what do you want to hear? - Victoria asked, adjusting her glasses.
- I feel with my nape that you are looking at me, - the girl struck the last blow and turned to face her manager, - so say, you think I'm an idiot, right?

Victoria sighed heavily. No, she didn’t think so. Karen wanted to fight and the duty of the manager was to give her fighter what was needed. Victoria could not say out loud what she felt. She knew that she could not persuade Karen to change her path, and at the same time, she did not know how to support her ward on this path. Words meant too little... the manager couldn't raise her eyes to Karen.

- Victoria, - said the Japanese girl softly, who went up to her manager and put a hand on her cheek, - I am grateful to you for everything you do for me. We talk a so little about this, but you are like a mother to me. So... of course you can worry about me, but the main thing is that you just believe in me.

That was too much. Victoria felt that she will cry now. Karen really was like a daughter to her. She looked after this hooligan for half her life. Damien, who knew Karen no less than Victoria, smiled softly, and then headed for the exit from the locker room. Victoria rubbed her eyes, got up and hugged her ward.

- Just win, okay? - she said.
- It cannot be otherwise, - Karen answered, hugs the manager.
- Don’t forget it, - Victoria said, letting go of her ward and holding out two objects to her.
- Yeah, thanks, - Karen answered with a smile.

The girl took the microphone and phone from the manager’s hands, after which the manager left the locker room, after which Karen exhaled. For someone who chose the path of hardcore, she was too kind a person. It was her personal coin. On the one hand, she was never an evil person who likes to hurt others. And on the other hand, she never allowed anyone to think of herself as a rag. Of such people, she knock shit out. First in the octagon, and now in the ring.

The street fighter headed for the curtains. When Victoria gave her a contract for this match, Karen experienced a rather double impression. She had already encountered men in fight, albeit on the street, and not here. And every time she was disgusted. Just freaks who don’t put a woman in case. She was sure that each of these bastards considered himself a real hero when he managed to defeat a woman in fight. If someone did not know, then nature itself made it so that in a normal situation a woman is weaker than a man. Therefore, a man who is proud to have beaten a woman, according to Karen, only compensated for his certain complexes. However, such as Karen were born in order to prove that no man dares to think of women as some kind of impotent subject. In addition, this match was from the hardcore category, which means that this match will be just another step to the top.

She stopped in front of the curtains and grinned into the darkness. It was her debut in tension. It was her entrance. Her music began and Karen came out from behind the curtains, raising both hands to greet the audience. For a few moments, she joyfully waved to everyone present, and then turned on the microphone.

ENTRANCE MUSIC:

ATTIRE:

Like during her debut in friction, she decided to reward the audience with her vocal abilities:

- Never get to a point where. Where I'm ever gonna quit, no. I'm always pushin' harder, - the girl began to go down the ramp to the ring.

She was not a log that could only walk straight and pronounce words. The girl gladly shook her hips and moved her shoulders. She was proud of her body and she had nothing to hide. She possessed an elegant athletic figure, which was emphasized by the outstanding muscles of the arms, legs, and abs. In addition, Karen had a very unusual appearance for a Japanese woman. But this was another a matter of her pride, especially her small, but beautiful and neat breast. Today, she was dressed in her classic outfit: the short black shorts, the tight sports bra, her signature T-shirt with the crossed out triangle and lightweight sport sneakers. She had a defiant smile on her face and she enjoyed the audience clapping to the beat of the music. She managed to earn attention during her performances in the previous match. Not all newcomers get their first ppv match as fast as Karen. Moreover, it was not just a ppv match, but a whole part of the unique event called Hell on Earth.

- Nothin' here is gonna stop me. Nothing's gonna bring me down, no. You gotta step on some heads when you reach for the crown, - the girl swept under the bottom rope, quickly rising to her feet.

Just for a few moments, the music calmed down, and then her alias appeared on the screens in the hall. Hawk Moth has arrived in tension:

- This is where the legend begins! - closing her eyes, the girl sang into the microphone. - Woooo-oooo-wooo-ooooo!

And those who appreciated her entrance in her debut tension match continued with her.

- This is where the legend begins! Woooo-oooo-wooo-ooooo! - the crowd sang along with Karen. - This is where the legend... legend...

The girl took full lungs of air, and then almost screamed right into the microphone:

- Are you ready???!!! - the girl turned the other way. - Are you ready???!!! Are you ready???!!! You ain't even ready for it!!!!

She did not disregard any of the side where the audience was.

- Are you ready???!!! Are you ready???!!! Are you ready???!!! You ain't even ready for it!!! - and now her music is over, but Karen added at the end anyway: - This is where the legend begins!!!!

Spectators screamed like crazy, applauding the newcomer of tension. Karen raised her right hand up, taking their applause. It seems that her entrance was even more spectacular than during the debut in friction. Well, maybe she fully felt the taste of new life. The girl went to the referee and greeted, giving the microphone. And then the street fighter held out her phone with the words:

- Save it for me, please.

And now, with a sense of accomplishment, she headed to her corner. The girl leaned against it and laid her hands on the ropes. There was still a smile on her face. And her heart, despite the terrible sense of satisfaction due to the reaction of the audience, beat evenly. She was in anticipation. She was only waiting for the entrance of her rival. She have a good feeling about this.

It wasn't the most usual of nights for Jacob Masters and indeed for the Dominion. The Perfect Storm, Jacob Masters was due to wrestle against a debuting Karen Aoki. Not that she was a rookie wrestler in AFW, she had been part of the Friction roster but due to the lack of willing participants in Tension, management decided to do some shifting around. Thus, resulting in tonight's main event match of a last person standing match against Jacob and Karen. The Dominion were all together in the locker room, with only Jacob changed in his wrestling attire. Trent and Derek were dressed formally while Jacob was wearing a pair of blue wrestling briefs and matching boots.

"So, you are positive you don't need us right?" Trent would reaffirm from his younger brother. Derek who was the youngest would stay silent, letting the two experienced members of the group speak. Jacob would do some light stretches and warm-ups, with a cocky grin on his face. "Mmmm yeah, don't sweat it bro. I got this" he would say, finishing up his routine pre-match rituals before putting on a robe for his pre-entrance prob. All three of them would watch the entrance of Karen and were rather impressed by the reception she was getting, even more so by her microphone skills of signing her own theme and even getting the crowd to sing along.

"She seems popular" Trent would say with a genuine smile while having his arms crossed under his chest. "Pfft yeah right. That is so cheesy" Jacob would say with a chuckle and a hint of jealously. "Time for me to head out, you guys go ahead with your plan. I'll see you later tonight" he would say. With that, Trent and Derek would head out to the backstage while Jacob would move towards the arena.

Jacob Masters (right) :

When Karen's cue was over, Jacob's theme hit and the Perfect Storm made his way out to the arena. He didn't get the roaring appreciation as Karen and was cheered and jeered evenly. He would make his way down the ramp towards ringside, stepping up the steel steps and stopping on the top. He would dis-robe to reveal his physique and hang said robe over the top turnbuckle before making his way into the ring.

Jacob didn't focus on the crowd, rather kept his focus on the woman who he was going to put down for the ten count. He would make his way to the middle of the ring, staring her down. "Last MAN Standing" he would call out to her, inviting her to the middle of the ring for a face to face staredown.

In truth, Jacob didn't really give much respect to his opponent tonight. He knew she was only a visiting wrestler in Tension and with a cute face like hers, there was no way she was a credible threat in the ring. Granted she was tall and her entrance was quite amusing but other than that, there was nothing really intimidating about her that would have the Perfect Storm worry too much.

After making his way into the ring, he would stand in the middle of the ring and pass a rather misogynistic comment to get under the skin of Hawk Moth. The woman didn't seem to get too pissed and would calmly make her way from her corner to the middle of the ring, face to face with her male opponent.

"Tsk" Jacob would simply say, shrugging his shoulders at Karen's response. Both of them would glare into each others eyes, both smirking in equal confidence. The referee would soon order for the bell to ring and the match was officially underway.

Karen would bring her hands up in a boxing stance before rushing at Jacob who brought his guard up expecting a slugfest. However, Karen had a chance of plans as the fists were only a distraction, when she got near she would grab his arm and move to his side, wrenching the captured arm before using her free hand to grab his shoulder as well, using her advantage she would drag the boy down to the mat whilst twisting his arm.

"Ouuufff! Arrrghh owww s-shit" he would cry, kicking the mats wildly while squirming about on his belly. He would bring his hand towards her face, looking to claw at her mouth and nose in an attempt to escape, taking advantage of the no DQ rules.

Jacob's swift charge was brought to a sudden halt when Hawk Moth would grab his arm and use his own momentum against him to bring him down to the mat on his belly. From there, she went down with him and started to wrench his captured arm with the intention of keeping him grounded whilst she worked on his limb.

Jacob would hiss out in pain, squirming about on his belly while using his legs to scoot around and shift positions. In the end, he decided to rake her pretty face but Hawk Moth was on to his dirty plan and would lower his hand and jerk it, not allowing it to reach her face. "Tsk?! AHH" he winced, forced to rethink his strategy.

The boy would try to get his knees under him and push up onto all fours but when he did he felt a sharp pain on his scalp, that was when Hawk decided to grab his hair and smash his face into the mats.

"Ooouuffff!" he grunted in pain, once more forced to lay flat on his belly.

"D-damn?! Is this chick for real?" was the thought running through Jacob's mind as Karen would completely out-wrestle him in the early stages of the match. He found himself on the mats down on his belly, his arm being captured and his face being shoved into the mats to brutally grind against his handsome face.

In a swift move, Hawk Moth would straddle Jacob's lower back before securing both of his arms now, pulling them back behind him to trap him in a double chickenwing hold. Jacob would begin to kick the mats wildly before turning his cheek from one side to the other whilst it was pressed against the mat.

"Nrgh the hell?! Let go damnit" he cursed while struggling under her. The submission was far from complete however, as Karen would grab a hold of his arm and begin to pull back, making his body bend backwards in a "C" like position as she transitioned a simple double chickenwing into a chickenwing camel clutch.

"ARRRGHHH!! AHHH" Jacob would scream, shaking his head to signal he was not going to submit. The Perfect Storm would look to get his knees under him before trying to somehow get up onto his knees while carrying the weight of his opponent. His plan was to somehow force himself up, whilst bearing the pain, before dropping down backwards in an effort to make his opponent release him.

Despite her innocent looks, Karen was a girl full of confidence. Despite her young age of early twenties she certainly was very skillful and boasted confidence of a true veteran. Regardless, Jacob himself was no slouch and he was not going to let this woman get the better of him.

The pain in the arm-wrench was really starting to get the better of him and he knew he had to act fast before his arm would really get injured and be the focal point of his opponent for the rest of the match. With that in mind, he called upon desperation to slowly rise up and pull Karen up before dumping her back onto the mats to force her to let him go.

Jacob would quickly roll away and hug his hurt arm, taking a few moments to rest up, catch his breath and let the blood-flow return. However, he knew he didn't have too much time on his hand and would quickly crawl back towards Karen. Once close enough, he would attempt to grab her hair and pull her up to a seated position with him behind her.

"You're going to pay for that one princess" he whispered in her ear. Jacob would drive his knee into the spine of Hawk Moth and keep his knee pressed there before trying to bring his hands in front of her face, looking to fish-hook her mouth and pull her body back, causing her back to grind against his knee.

"Feel free to submit anytime now" he taunted.