Gemini vs. Lock and Key - Fresh Meat

And that was about all that Key was willing to take.

She was working her way up, recovering, getting her head on straight, when she looked up and saw her opponent coming at her fast. The boy was quick, she’d give him that, and he cut an arc through the air with his kick, a blow that crashed hard on her cheek and jerked her face to the side. A good connection.

But if he thought he was going to get away with that, that’d be that easy? Oh, he was wrong. So fucking wrong.

”Little shit!” Key was still on one knee after that kick, in a good position to retaliate. She reached down, grabbed him by the same ankle that had just collided with her foot, and twisted about to hurl him across the ring, sending him flying towards the corner with her bestial strength.

Ha! Success! He did it! He...kicked the beautiful woman in the face...what...what a hero he was...

He was going to have to get used to a lot about this wrestling stuff.

Not that he would get much of a chance, as Key, far stronger than the young lad was expecting, suddenly grabbed his ankle and, with surprising force, tossed the blonde teen hard towards the corner he had just attacked her from, causing him to crash against the bottom turnbuckle with a yelp and fall to the mat in a heap, holding the back of his head!

"Elliot!" his sister cried out for him, looking concerned as he struggled to recover. How was the redhead that strong to heave another body like that!?

Key’s patience was running thin.

It was always at a low level, mind you, but this in particular was scraping the bottom of her bin. It was one thing to get shown up when they were trying to make their name in this company, a wholly different thing to have it done by punks like this Eliot idiot. That wasn’t about to happen, which meant it was past time to get a little serious.

She moved in after him with big, bold steps, her shadow casting over him as wallowed in the corner. It didn't seem like he enjoyed having his face rammed against the pads like that. Well, too bad, because more of that was coming.

Key moved in, grabbed Eliot by the hair, placed his head against the turnbuckle, and proceed to ram her heel against the side of his face, pressing her heel right into his jaw and grinding against, holding the ropes for balance so she could get the most bang for her buck. The referee started a count, but that only made her go harder, as if she wanted to maximize every second.

Elliot groaned, the blonde boy blinking rapidly and shaking his head in recovery and confusion after being hurled face-first towards the turnbuckle, smacking face first into the turnbuckle, stunning him and leaving him unable to hear his sister calling and trying to warn him of the impending attack.

The next thing he knew, he had a hand gripping his blonde hair, and let out a loud cry as she kicked him hard in the side of his face, and then began grinding her heel against his cheek, kicking his legs in protest as the referee began her 5 count call!

Only five seconds? Not a problem. Ten seconds could be a long time. An eternity, even, especially when there was a boot grinding against your face. Here was one of the times where Lock and Key’s unique sense of in-ring fashion came in handy - their boots were perfect for this, the smaller points of their grinding heels dishing out some real damage in a short amount of time.

One, two, three, four...she savored every millisecond, all the way up until the referee was bringing her hand down for the final count. She gave him a hard, final press, then pushed off, spun about, and strolled back towards her corner with casual gait before the referee could even pull them apart, taking the opportunity to tag out with Lock. ”You’re up. He’s getting boring, see if you can have some fun with him.”

”I’ll make do.” Lock brought up one of her long, lean legs, slipped it through the top and middle rope, then pulled the rest of her body through in a single, sensual motion, slithering her way into the ring. She approached the recovering Eliot with arms folded, looking him over with an appraising nod.

”How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” She tipped her head to the side and ran a finger along her chin ”Nineteen? Eighteen?”

Even though it was only 5 seconds, less, honestly, the rope-break count that Elliot endured seemed to go on for an eternity, the cruel red-heads heel digging into his cheek, his lower body squirming, legs kicking in protest as he let out small whimpers at the rather mean treatment he was receiving from the beautiful red head, who then seemed to get bored and went in to tag in her partner while he recovered.

Still sitting in the corner, rubbing his cheek and checking to see if he was bleeding, which thankfully he wasn't yet, despite the scratches her heel caused on his face, he looked up at the equally stunning blonde, gulping as he tried to figure out what she was all about. "Umm...I'm 18 miss...both me and my sister turned 18 just a few weeks before we came to Japan..."

”Eighteen.” She nodded with the confirmation and folded her arms. ”That’s about what I thought.”

It wasn’t just the size that tipped her off to that, but the way he carried himself. Elliot oozed youth. Vibrance. That naive twinkle in the eye. Nothing wrong with that, but she questioned his judgment if he thought the AFW was a good place to cut his weaning teeth. This federation would eat him alive, and they were just taking the first bites.

Oh, well. Life was about learning.

She took a step towards him, just enough for her long, lean, lethal leg to slip out, making sure he had a good view of her thigh. At this range, you could make out the muscles quite well. ”Are you going to stand and fight, or should I just kick you while you’re down? It doesn’t make much difference to me, either way, but…”

The look Elliot gave that bare leg of Lock made it hard to tell if it was one of awe, fear, or attraction, but for whatever credit it would give the boy, he hopped back up to his feet, getting his arms up in a wrestling stance, blushing a little, his hair a bit messed up and scratches on his face from Key's heel.

"You're...You're really pretty but...I'll still fight you on my feet!"

He proclaimed, an attempt at bravado, while his sister cheered him on from the corner!

Attraction. Lock was confident in her own looks to go with attraction.

In the boy’s - Eliot, right? She was having trouble remembering his name. Whatever the case, he had some surprising gusto, enough spirit to push up to his feet despite that being an ill-advised move. He was standing, looking ready to fight, and didn’t even attempt to tag in his fresh sister. Rah rah for him.

With the slimmest of smiles, Lock began to close in again, nearing her opponent with one long stride after the other. A little closer. Closer. Closer. Closer.

The second she was in range, she went on the attack, shooting her leg up high for a swift roundhouse kick aimed at Eliot’s face. Without missing a beat, she’d bring it around and go for his face with a hook kick on the same leg, not even bothering to touch the mat. One motion, two attacks.

Elliot kept an eye on Locke as she stepped closer and closer, not sure at all of her intentions, unable to read anything on the woman. She was beautiful, of course, but so was her partner, and she was...very very mean, so Elliot had little doubt this woman would be any different.

His patience, despite the fight or flight impulse he felt, paid off, as when Locke DID go in for her attack, a high roundhouse kick, the small and quick Elliot was able to duck underneath it, her heel sailing over his head. He stood back up, confident grin on his face, thinking he had an opportunity now as he started to move towards her...and then her foot came back at him with a hook kick, and this time, he was nowhere near fast enough.

The heel slammed hard into the side of Elliots head, and without so much as a cry from the blonde boy, sent him crashing hard onto the mat.

"ELLIOT!" Katie screamed in shock, upset to see her brother take such a devastating kick!