Adama Saadia vs Daichi Kurozu - Beguiled

Match Rules: Standard

Adama had been preparing to enter AFW for some time, she'd signed on recently. Intent on developing herself in combat per the request of her mentor, when the desert maiden heard of Tension she had decided to request a match in there instead of starting in Friction. A chance to try herself in the squared circle, after all she'd fought in the streets and in underground pits. A wrestling ring was a different place entirely in her opinion, Adama would use this to learn what sort of opposition she might expect when she ventured to Friction later. Thankfully it seemed she'd been booked and there she was, sitting in a locker room preparing for her first ever match.

Was she nervous? Inwardly just a bit, the girl likened that to simply beginners nerves. Not that Adama was a novice in the ways of fighting, far from it. She'd been taught in martial arts since an early age, though then again. She'd had her mentor attending close by, assessing her from her corner about her opponent and what method was best. Adama would remember his teachings close to her heart, the siren of the sands would look over her attire one last time.

Adama:

A stage hand informed her it was time to begin, wordlessly nodding Adama would arrive at the entrance. The desert maiden would see the lights in the arena fade to black, as the opening tunes of Kokoro Magic A To Z would begin to play. Adama would step forward, the spotlight on her. A tinted yellow akin to the sands of her home, the girl would make the gestures of an oracle as she stepped forward. Placing herself at the apron Adama would place one hand to her forehead and the other outreached to the crowd, as if to foretell their futures......

She then broke into the splits and slid herself under the bottom rope and into the ring, Adama would then kneel and bow to the audience before mounting the nearby corner and outstretching her right hand upward. As if to search for the lone star in the dark desert night that would guide her to victory, before then turning and settling herself into a kneeling position facing the entrance to see who she'd be facing. Turning her veil up to help cover her jawline as she did......

When Daichi was told that his Debut would be happening now, he experienced a warm feeling that started in his chest and extended to his face, and now that he is about to enter the scenario, that new pleasant feeling had turned into another one he had felt before, cold fear and anxiety. In the backstage, he was walking one way to another impatiently.

"Ok dude, snap out of it, What's the worst that could happen?" He talked to himself in hopes of getting a better grip to his emotions. However, his introduction and music he requested for caught his attention before he could actually start thinking about the worst case scenario. He gulped and then, he went outside with the public.

Spoiler:

His appearance was definitely a surprise for the public, given his music theme, given by how they stopped cheering and some started giggling, he however, was expecting that, even so, his expression was one of embarrassment, blushed cheeks and all. He however, felt his spirits lift up when some people kept cheering him, he waved to them with gratitude.

When he finally hopped inside of he ring, he finally started to notice his opponent, she was a girl, her facial veil made it difficult for Daichi to tell her features, but her yellow eyes he found to be very alluring and pretty for some reason, her general attire was very cool in his opinion, it reminded him of a videogame character, or a manga antihero.

"Hey there, the name's Daichi Kurozu, hope we have a good fight" he approached her with friendly intents, all the while his gaze was kept fixated at her golden eyes

Adama was inwardly focusing currently, she always preformed a brief meditating session before fighting. To centre herself and bring peace of mind to her, many people talked a big game of how powerful they were. The maiden of the sands was taught by her mentor that those who do so are in truth compensating for weaknesses, hence why Adama never bragged about her martial skill. Or talked much period in battle save to try and undermine her opponent when needed, a calculated verbal taunt her mentor described it as. Adama wondered what she could come up with when her opponent revealed themselves.

She didn't have to wait long, out came Daichi.......was it a guy or girl? The hair screamed female, though the lack of a chest suggested male? The asserts of the desert maiden were clear enough at any rate, the music was droned out by Adama. As she was steeling herself for the conflict to come. Adama would stand up from the top rope and then hop down casually, discarding her black leather hood onto the ring post behind her. All without taking her gaze off her opponent, as if the siren of the sands was attempting to peer into the very soul of Daichi as he introduced himself.

"........Adama Saadia of Israel.......Prepare yourself......." she muttered quietly to him, bowing slightly after it as an opening salute. This was......an odd opponent for Adama to face in all seriousness, she was far more accustomed to facing foes that were either taller or more imposing in general to her. Here.....the siren could swear she was actually taller than him. No matter, she'd apply her arts and fight all the same, the bell rang. Adama entered her stance, arms outstretched. Left one below her chest area, the right going above her head. It was the stance her mentor taught her known as Earth and Heaven. She would slowly edge herself forward, intent on seeing what Daichi would be liable to do at the start.......

As Daichi made his introduction, her opponent did so too, She was Adama Saadia, from Israel, and she was almost like that game of assassins that had a special place in his heart. However, that wasn't the time to be thinking about that, he had to focus on this match, his first match in this league. "Oh yeah? Same goes to you, you better prepare for me, because I'mma get you, and get you good" His trash talk needed some work. The bell made its sound, it had begun.

She made a stance that seemed all martial art-like, he covered his guard as well, and when she started to approach him, he acted... he tried to sprint towards her, but he tripped on his own foot, and found himself falling face-first right in front of Adama. Ok, his first move was an epic fail, but that didn't stopped him from the fight. It would, however, stop him from protecting himself form her since the get go.

So battle was upon Adama, the siren of the sands felt at home when she was fighting. It helped her feel things, not just pain. But the rush of life and adrenaline was craved by her quietly, Adama never tried to reveal what she thought in battle. Remaining calm and composed in order to unnerve the enemy, though she was questioning if she had any effect on Daichi there with her focused introduction. Still immediately Adama could tell Daichi's trash talking was.......subpar to say the least, if she wasn't so focused on trying to beat her opponent she'd have had an expression that would have screamed *Really?*

Regardless it was go time, Adama as per usual opened up with caution and sized up her opponent. At the very least she wouldn't have to worry about trying to be boxed in given she was......taller than him it seemed. Daichi was seeming intent on pressing the offence as he ran towards her, Adama was ready. Planning to grab him and flip him to the mat among other things, instead he......fell flat on his face right towards her? There was a thud as he did so.....

Adama stood there for a second, trying to process that. Was this some esoteric opening action on his part? Was he really trying to play mind games with her? He was either foolish or really cunning, or both? Regardless Adama would take the chance she had been seemingly presented, moving towards his fallen form and trying to deliver a kick to his ribs. Mostly to deliver the first hit and also to punish him for his seeming error, regardless that was perhaps the most unorthodox opening move Adama ever saw someone perform

While he was on the ground, one of the things that was on his mind was "Could they disqualify me out of sheer stupidity?" For his fortune, that was not the case, but either way, Adama wasn't so forgiving, as she dug her feet in his ribs, making Daichi wheeze like a little pig. However, he used this sharp pain to stand back up.

"That was... on purpose...yeah" He lied through his teeth, even if it wasn't that hard to tell, Daichi still decided to roll with it.He didn't realize, he managed to make the martial artist's guard drop down, so when he went to grapple her, he might actually get a chance to trap her in a Bearhug with his deceptive strength. If he succeeded in holding on to her, he would squash her waist and arms, not trying to punish her with pain, but instead, trying to lower her chances of releasing herself.

Out of all the fights Adama had been in this had to have been the most silly opening she'd ever witnessed, but still the siren of the sands had taken advantage of the start by delivering a hard kick to him. Adama wasn't one to usually deliver strikes in battle, but when your opponent presents themselves on a silver platter more or less you took the swing simple as. It'd happened to the desert maiden back when she first learned to fight outside of sparring with her mentor, in less......relegated circumstances. Adama had a slightly annoyed expression at Daichi, the siren was wondering how she'd regale this match to her mentor. After all was said and done.

Still it was the opening of the match, nobody should really be out at this point in the fight. Daichi rallied himself like he'd just been whipped by the Israel seer, stating aloud that was on purpose. Adama played to her mind games, she didn't dignify a verbal response to it and simply tilted her head to one side with a neutral expression. If there was one thing Adama tried to make sure it was to make sure she was hard to read as possible. Better that the enemy doesn't get a bead on her. Still he rallied in, quickly scooping up Adama into a bearhug.

Suddenly Adama felt the pressure, belied by her opponent's smaller stature. He'd managed to cinch in both her arms too, making it hard for the siren of the sands to simply try and clonk his head or headlock him. It earned a pained grunt from Adama as the constriction was prevalent. Adama writhed about in her constrained position, pushing forward into him in an attempt to unbalance him. This was certainly a sudden change of events!

Using his strength to hug Adama into submission, Daichi was impressed by the girl's determination, she was almost too much for him, and that wasn't something regular for him, specially coming from such a delicate looking girl. He knew that he was physically stronger than most people, both man and woman, so it spoke levels of the Israeli fighter that was close to making him lose his hold.

He actually felt so scared about her managing to force her release, that Daichi decided that he needed to act quick. He lifted her, still keeping his Bearhug on her, and then, he would try to crash her against the corner of the ring, with his own body weight pressing her against the turnbuckle. What he was trying to do was to smash her with a Stinger Splash, and it would make him release her, but it would also hopefully weaken Adama enough to spare him from her vicious retaliation.

Adama was no strange to being grabbed by her opponent, granted she tried to avoid it as far as she could and instead flip her opponent around and teach them the lessons of gravity. But it still happened often, particularity with tall men that the maiden of the desert battled. But without a good base to counter from Adama's main focus was to try and reorient the position of the two so that she could try and see about taking him Daichi to the mat where she confident in her submission skills. The height between the two was giving her large chest a nice presentation above him, the thin white fabric doing little to hide the fact that she was in fact braless.

Still the siren of the sands had seemingly managed to unsettle Daichi's balance, enough to suddenly force him to move forward. The sudden jerking around had made the siren of the sands unaware of her ring location, sending both her and the opponent crashing hard into the ring corner.

The resulting impact earned a loud gasp from Adama as the pain shot up her spine, one of the few times you could actually expect her to make an expression in a fight. If Daichi let go of Adama the siren of the sands would slump down to the bottom turnbuckle, down but at this point in the match she was still far from out of it......

Right after succeeding in dragging Adama towards the corner, Daichi felt a weirdly soft pressure in his chest, when he took a step back to let his opponent fall down seated he noticed her quite generous bust giggling because of the impact. He shrugged it off with a slight blush, hoping that the girl didn't noticed him ogling her boobs.

The idea of having Adama down on the mat snapped him out of his hormone-filled imagination. He took her by the legs to pull her out of the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring. There, he would act quickly but incongruously, trying to pull her leg to try and submit her to a School boy Pin since the beginning of their match.

Little did he knew, that the white-haired wrestler was far from defeated.