Lu Zhou Yi vs. Nikolette Tessla

Nikolette grunted as she herself was speared into the breakwall. "ugh!" She cried out. She had heard the thud of Yi's skull against the wall and thought for sure that she had gotten the better of the exchange. The historian's arms wrapping around her was a natural reaction but when she felt herself being lifted, she let out a surprised gasp. She couldn't do much about it except wrap her legs around Yi's waist and hope that she could let her own weight fall ontop of the Chinese woman. She put her hands up but her head broke the guard and smacked the concrete. She let out a low moan, she was sure that her forhead might be bleeding a bit from the hit and she was in a daze, after the attack.

From the beginning up until now, Satomi hadn't taken her eyes off the match. Hoping to rally her partner's spirit, seeing how tired Nikolette had gotten herself, Satomi cheered her own, telling Nikolette not to give up, hoping to see her lover get a victory. Overall, she was just glad her opponent wasn't a dirt Heel, and actually respected the Chinese woman as well. But either way, the bespectacled scientist wanted nothing more than to see Nikolette win, wishing she could help some how, but being too clean and fair of a fighter to even have an ounce of courage to intervene on this match. She always beleived in a fair fight, and hoped that Nikolette felt the same way. However... if things got too bad, she might not control herself. But for now, she watched the match, biting the edge of her lip when she saw how tired and ragged Nikolette got. Though.. seeing that blood on Lu Zhou, she even started to worry for her sake as well. As someone who had only been through a few matches, Satomi didn't know a match could get this extreme. But, as long as Nikolette wasn't in any real danger and had a fair fight like this, she tried to keep calm, still watching and cheering for the mechanic she adored so much.

She required presence of mind, and unfortunately, that was in short supply. What was once a clear understanding of every fan's roar and cheer had become a dull muffled groan that attempted to fill her mind entirely. Yi away from Nik, but found that her balance would only allow her to traverse on her knees. This was unacceptable, but would have to take a backseat to the necessities of her plan. With the mechanic dazed, Yi would pull her shirt clear up to her shoulders with her right hand and reach to take those cuffs from the bra with her left. The historian had no intent to reveal more of the Serbian than was necessary for Yi to get to the cuffs quickly and efficiently.

But, this was slightly more difficult considering there were two mechanics, and Yi had two right hands... and two left hands. No, her vision wasn't proper. It must have been the multiple strikes to the head. She'd have to end this quickly... her endgame would need to be rushed.

Nikolette was mostly a groaning pile of dead weight as she lay on her stomach. She was definitely sure that she was bleeding but wasn't to sure about anything else. As Yi crawled back over to her and began to pull up Nik offered no resistance. "Satomi... not durin a match..." She mumbled. She then tried to bat away the hand with minimal effort. But her mind began to process and her own mumbling made her realize that she was still in a match and that her name was being screamed by her lover but that her opponent was someone else entirely. It was then that she felt Yi reach into her bra and grab the cuffs. Her mind snapped awake but her body was still tired. With only instinct guiding her, she rolled onto Yi's arm to pin it in place while reaching up and grabbing her wrist.

The meek counter of pushing her arm out of the way seemed to fail as Yi's fingers fished the metal cuffs from the bra... however there was little the historian could do to stop the body of the mechanic rolling over onto her right arm and catching it under her chest. But, she did still have have control of her left hands, which held the cuffs. She felt her body pulled down under Nikolette due to her right arm.

It was a very interesting feeling to be under the effects of both an adrenaline rush and dazed vision. The twin Nikolettes were very slowly becoming one and the same for her, which was something to celebrate, perhaps with ponies. No, no that doesn't make sense. Why doesn't that make sense? This fight would need to be over so she could sort this out. Since Nikolette had rolled over on her right, Yi would move to straddle the mechanic and consider her options. She had no formal police training... She'd wrap her arms around Nikolette to try and work the cuffs on at her front.

Nikolette was ok with the situation as Yi straddled her. If she could hold the historian down in the awkward position, she still had the upper hand. With one hand captured, she felt Yi's body press against her. As the other wrapped around her, she let go of the wrst, hoping her body would be enough to keep it in place. She could then work quickly to yank Yi's free arm forward and slap the remaining cuff on her other wrist. It was true that she would be cuffing herself into a hug, but that wouldn't matter. She could escape easy enough and she would have wone the match anyway .

Eyes widened as she considered the abnormally wide head of hair that was the mechanic. Cold metal found her left wrist, this was almost as interesting as the thick red ichor that had made a thin stream to the end of her nose. Her chin fell upon Nikolette's left shoulder, and a huff of disbelief was given. As of right now, the fact that Yi had lost was hidden from all.

When Nikolette got the hand cuff acorss the wrist of her opponent, she instantly slumped in a heap. She panted silently for long moments just eager to be able to catch her beath. The match was hard fought and she was drained. She needed to take a long hot batand just go to bed. But she wasn't finished yet. After several minutes she climbed out from Yi's embrace and stood up. She leaned against the apron and once again panted. She pulled off the straps of her overalls and let them hang to the side showing off her sweat soaked shirt which in turned showed off her dark brak underneath.

As blood dripped down her face, she looked around and found Satomi and gave her a wide grin. The ref then came over and handed her the keys to the cuffs and raised her hand. Looking down at Yi, she bent over and helped her up. "Hey, that was a really tough match. Yer a darn strong gal ya know?" She said complimenting Yi.

For a few solid minutes the crowd seemed to hold their breath, silent at seeing both wrestlers stop for what appeared to be no reason. Nikolette was the first to stir from the pile, and upon revealing that Yi had been cuffed, the crowd went into uproar. As the mechanic worked her way out from under the historian, the Chinese woman remained face down on the cold hard cement, creating a small puddle of blood where her nose touched the concrete. Her mind was throbbing, adrenaline was leaving her system, and a slow flow of blood trickled through her black hair. She had lost her first match, but a childish grin could not be stopped from crossing her lips.

As she was helped up, and commended by her opponent for her efforts, Yi could only close her eyes and bow her head slightly. At least, Nikolette was no longer a doppleganger. The historian would have to count her blessings. The second pair of cuffs dropped from her left hand and clattered to the ground.

Nikolette would get back in the ring and tell Yi to get in with her. From her position she would smile. "Well..." She said. "Guess my fate is in yer hands fer now. But I'm kinda curious. "Are ya really mute?' She asked. She had noticed that Yi had said nothing the whole match even though Nikolette had been quite the chatter box. "I guess if ya are, ya can just nod yer head. Ain't no big deal one way or another, but ya know I am just kinda curious right?"