Lu Zhou Yi vs. Nikolette Tessla

The blue fiery explosives fanned sparks down the walkway was the new wrestler made her entrance. She was small for Friction at a staggering 4'11", and rather to the crowd's frustration, fully clothed. The young woman wore a red zipped up overall, the kind most industrial workers wore to protect their clothes from the dirt, grease, grime, and heat of the world they interacted with. Hers was unzipped to just the top of her cleavage, showing only enough skin for those with the most wild of imaginations to conjure thoughts of what she may be like underneath. In all actuality, underneath she wore a black cotton bra and panties, something she could move around in without too much difficulty, just as her overalls were very conducive to mobility. Slung over her left shoulder was approximately thirty feet of thick rope, the kind of which large boats were tethered safely to a dock with, and too stiff to actually use to bind an real person with. In her right hand, she carried a feather fan, which she used to non-threateningly waft the occasional breeze across her face.

This strange wrestler did not strut down the stage, nor make any attempt to add lyrics to the strange oriental metal that presently filled the Friction stands. She did not rage or make obscene gestures, she simply walked to her destination, occasionally raising the fan to wave towards an audience member who had some amount of vocal strength beyond those around him. Mostly, this stunned and confused the fans. She eventually made it to the ring, and slung the ropes off of her shoulder and dropped them onto 'her' turnbuckle. Sure, she didn't rightly have a side for this match, but claiming a territory was rarely a bad idea.

Her body stooped to allow her to pass between the bottom and middle ropes and allow her entrance into the ring. Taking up a microphone at some point she raised it to her mouth and looked back at her sparking fireworks. Without a word, she raised her fan, which seemed to goad the fireworks to turn a bright red. At the apex of her rise, she dropped her fan straight downward, apparently commanding the fireworks to explode loudly and in tandem. And then all was silent, and more importantly all was dark. She did nothing with the microphone as she waited for her opponent... and she had a feeling she would not wait long.

"Dillinger Escape Plan's "Calculating Infinite" ushered in Zhou Yi's opponent. She came in with a grin on her face and waved to the crowd. The bright eyed Serb was eager to get another match under her belt. She didn't do so well in her last two matches and was hoping to get another win under her belt. It was an unusual match and she pondered it as she came down the ramp. She's never been in a handcuffs match before and wondered exactly what it even entailed. Despite having a loosing record, the crowd still cheered her. She was known as someone who fought as hard as they could and people liked her and her cheery attitude. Unfortunately even more groans came as they realized that Nikolette was even more covered than Lu Zhou Yi. She not only wore a set of brown overalls but had a shirt underneath it as well as a pair of gloves and aviator goggles and helmet.

She climbed into the ring and looked over her opponent before being reprimanded by the refs. "Eh? I did it again, didn't I?" She said blushing as she pulled a wrench out of her baqck pocket and tossed it again. "Ya know, I'm never gonna remember that." She said and blushed as she removed her hat and goggles.

She then looked over at Zhou Yi and outstretched her hand. "Heya, name's Nikolette. Let's have a good match, alright?" She said in a cheerful voice.

Nickolette...
She couldn't, ..no, she wouldn't miss this match! The woman who meant more than anything to her was standing in the ring today, and for the young scientist known as Satomi Hakase, she didn't plan to miss seeing Nikolette again, no matter what! There was only one problem though, the entrance music already started!

"No-no-no! I-I can't be late. N-Not for her. Oooh I knew I should have waited on rewriting my theory for later, but I just couldn't let it slip!" Angery with herself, it was an amusing scene. The young scientist, barely reaching five feet, twin pigtailed black hair, large, coke-bottle glasses, a large white lab-coat one size to big for her, and her cute, slightly high pitched voice cursing herself for being late as she panted for breath while she rushed down the halls.

Fortunately, as Nikolette's entrance music was in mid-play, Satomi found herself just reaching thened of the last seating hall, and rushed up the rows, trying to get to her seat, managing to get in the second row, right in front. She felt proud of herself for being here, even a little embarressed to actually be taking the time out for another person, since she was always so introverted and kept to herself. But today, she was here for Nikolette, and the moment she saw her beautiful partner set foot in the ring, she could barely contain her enthuisiasm any more. "Oh-Oh! Nicolette-chan! Nikolette-chan! Over here!!" Leaping up and down in front of her seat, causing a small scene without realizing it, Satomi's glasses nearly slid off her nose, and she didn't even care, just smiling and cheering out to Nikolette, hoping she saw her, so that the girl knew, that Satomi came here just for her.

How very interesting her opponent was, like one of the dock worker boys she had often taken to tussling with, though luckily this opponent was at least mostly clean. She stabbed the hilt of the feather fan into the ropes that hung in her corner so that the feathers stuck straight up. As the Serbian was admonished by the ref, Yi's eyes would narrow, interested in the individual items that her opponent had brought to the ring. She tossed the microphone to the side, letting the slam of the mic upon the mat to act as a staccato that reminded the crowd that Yi was still standing there. She raised an eyebrow, interested in how easy it was to steal attention as her opponent offered her hand and good words to the fight that was approaching.

A cautious eye looked over the hand for a moment before extending her own. She said nothing as her palm reached the Serbian's, but a nod was offered as a condolence. Her grip was firm, but by no means was it attempting to over power the Serbian. The historian would break the shake as quickly as she could and fall back to her own corner for the bell to ring.

The ref produced two pairs of handcuffs and tossed them near the turnbuckles that were neither the corner Yi had taken up or the one directly across from it. The ref then explained that the loser would be the one who had both wrists cuffed and beyond that the match was normal except victory was not attained by submission, pinfall, or knock out.

The bell rang.

Nikolette gave an equally firm handshake and smiled at Zhou Yi. She was eager to start the match and not particularly looking to strike up a conversation. The fact that the Chinese woman was all business meant that Nikolette would have to step up her game as well and she put on a determined look of her own as she returned to her corner.

She nodded as the ref explained the instructions and wondered what the best strategy would be. As the bell sounded, she crouched and went into a normal fighting stance with her arms outstretched. She made to circle Zhou Yi but siddenly made a dash for the opposite corner and, keeping an eye on Zhou Yi, she backed towards one of the sets of handcuffs. Before making a move, she eyed the chinese woman very carefully to make sure she wouldn't try and c atch her off guard.

She slowly made her way to the center of the ring, her fighting stance did not at all appear to be a fighting stance. She stood almost straight legged, allowing her right foot point straight forward and her left to be perpendicular to the Serbian. A right hand was raised and once again extended as though she wanted to shake the Serbian's hands again. The historian had an expressionless stare that watched as Nik scrambled to pick up the handcuffs. There was no point for Yi to go for her own, the cuffs picked up by the Serbian would perform adequately in this fight. The second set would be saved for later.

It seemed as though she was strong at all points, confident in herself and her ability, though she had done nothing as of yet but stand fairly still.

Once Nikolette saw that Zhou Yi was going to let her pick up the cuffs, She did and slipped them into her shirt, letting them stay in her Bra. She then approached Zhou Yi and lifted her arms up, offering up a test of Strength for the Chinsese girl.

The hand offered returned to her face to brush one of her tails of hair from in front of her face and behind her shoulder. A nod was offered to the Serbian as Yi stepped into a locking arms position with Nikolette, wondering how 'honorable' her opponent would be in this. Yi knew generally how strong she was, but she had no reliable amount of information on how strong the women of Friction were. Sure she had a general idea of who was stronger than who, but this stand off with Nikolette could assist in Yi learning the place of her strength in the league. The Chinese woman's arms would interlock with the Serbian's, hands grasping firmly into the mechanic's shoulders. Her breathing was steady as she began to apply pressure, attempting to muscle her opponent around.

Nikolette wasn't in the business of deceiving anyone.She let the test of strength commence and slipped her fingers between Zhou Yi's and pushed forward. She gave s grunt and really tried to muscle the Chinese woman backwards.

Yi very quickly realized that she was no match to her opponent. This was not immediately obvious, as Yi held her ground in the grip. The historian could already feel the might of the mechanic barring down upon her. Her stomach tensed as she tried to attempt a more connected better trained approach to overcome the shear strength, but to little avail. Suddenly, it seemed like her right knee buckled and all of the pushing the Serbian had been placing in Yi met no resistance as the Chinese woman rolled her shoulder into the Serbian woman's chest. She intended to use the mechanic's strength and power against her, her shoulder acting as the fulcrum to uproot the Serbian and flip her onto the mat.