Fernanda 'Goldilocks' Jiménez Guerrero vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - Underdog Story

Dmitri was starting to suspect his opponent had a temper. It wasn’t just the default feistiness he’d come to expect from Tension women, either - yes, some of them had short fuses, but it most often took a few minutes to truly enflame their ire, to really get them going. Fernanda seemed like she was already on the edge of going to war, and he’d barely said anything to her. He could only imagine how she’d react if he legitimately tried to enrage her.

But he wasn’t that stupid, thankfully, and he wasn’t so weak that this was a hole he couldn’t climb out of. The match was young, and he was far from defenseless. He just needed some room to breathe.

She gave that to, much to his relief, as she hauled him up and sent him running to the ropes. Instead of resisting, he sped up, adding to his momentum, so that, when he hit the ropes, he came barreling back towards her at full speed.

Dmitri had no idea what she was going to try, and he had exactly zero interest in finding out the hard way. Instead, he waited until the last possible moment and ducked, dropping down and going into a baseball slide between her legs. He came out behind her and popped to his feet in a flash, getting into position right away. The moment she spun around, he’d have a surprise for her - bringing his leg up, he’d swing his heel out in a wide arc, looking to slap her across the face with a hook kick.

It is said that rage can be both a powerful weapon and a great weakness, it can help you fight harder and hit harder as well, just like Goldie that was about to beat up Dmitri basically for annoying her. But it also made you forget about other simple things, like that kick that was about to nail her straight in the f-!

It was a... strange spectacle, seeing how this guy, that didn't looked especially buff, knock down a big, well built girl down on her ass with a quick kick to the face. The public was taken aback by the rapid motion that finished with Fernanda down and Dmitri up after landing a critical hit. The latina girl was also surprised, if her reaction was anything to go by. She remained in the ground with her hands in her face, not looking quite as hurt as indignated, she looked at the Russian boy while in the ground.

"Think fast, Dmi-boy!" No matter her train of thought, her priorities still remained the same; to get a hold in the advantage and not letting it go no matter what.

Fer tried to give a hard kick to Dmitri's legs, taking advantage of her closeness to them. If her strategy worked and she managed to trip the man down, the blonde girl would try to incorporate back up, deciding that it was better to regain her standing position and then make her work from there rather than going for another mindless attack.

Goldilocks - god, what a weird nickname - was stronger than Dmitri in so many respects. Raw power, durability, stamina. He knew this was going to be something of an uphill battle the moment he looked at her. He’d been crushed by smaller women than this.

But, in a way, those defeats were a mixed blessing, because they taught him a few things - key among them, the importance of timing, of patience. That the right kick at the right time was enough to bring down any opponent. It was that kind of thinking that drove him now, as he lashed out and aimed for her face, looking to cut her off before she could charge in. Not only did it work, but it worked spectacularly well, dropping her right away and giving him the opening.

That was his thinking, at least - she seemed stunned, hurting, and he was already raising his leg to drive her into the mat with a fierce stomp - harsh, yes, but warranted given the sort of power his foe was working with and the danger she could pose. But she struck out with legs of her own before he could capitalize, knocking his base out from underneath and sending to the floor for a hard fall on his size.

Goldilocks was getting up, and while he didn’t know what her plan was, he could guess that he didn’t want to be down here when she put it into action. Wanting to get up fast, he reached back, planted his palms above his head, and shot his legs up with a sudden burst of momentum, using it to kip up and rise back to his feet in a flash. He didn’t know what he was about to face, what she would come at him with next, but at least he’d be more prepared for it like this.

Even after bouncing back at max speed. Dmitri still managed to kick up and get up almost as fast as Goldilocks. Fuck She thought for herself after looking at that little stunt that the Russian boy pulled. But she did told him to think fast, so shame on her as well. No matter, she still managed to recover, so she still had her chance to make her foe bite the dust.

Fernanda wasn't the kind of wrestler that would hit her opponents down. She was strong enough to force them face-down with her bare hands, and skilled enough to practically do anything that she could think to them. But she catched up rather quickly on how dangerous this boy would be if he was given enough space to give a good hit. So she had to go with the saying. Beggars can't be choosers.

Goldi would go for the boy in the few seconds that he was still regaining his balance after the kick up. All she could do was hope that he was still dizzy enough for her to pull this without him slipping away from her. Like an angry bull, the latina girl would try to charge at the Tae Kwon Do fighter. It would be obvious that she would be capable to drag him like that, so she tried to go for the corner behind him.

"Let's go for a ride!!!" The blonde girl would try to forcefully smash Dmitri's body against the corner with her own kinetic strength and weight. The little man was close to start getting something going for him, and she needed to stop that before it was too late for her!

Dmitri was starting to see the problem, here. It was a simple one, but that didn’t mean it was something he could easily solve.

He couldn’t stop Goldilocks.

It was a silly thing to think, a weird sentence, but it was proving to be truer the longer this went on. When Dmitri rose to his feet, he thought that, bare minimum, he would be in a position where she wouldn’t be able to immediately close in on him, but no - she was up, and she was coming at him, full steam ahead. Even if Dmitri had been on good standing, he would’ve been hard pressed to stave her off, and that was far from the case at the moment. He was going back, and there wasn’t much to be done on stopping that.

He slammed into the corner with Goldilocks at his front, sandwiching him against the pads. There wasn’t much he could do like this, and he recognized that was likely the point, keeping him pinned and immobile and vulnerable. It would take her a moment to make something good off a move like this, but he wasn’t of a mind to suffer under her thumb for too long. He needed an out.

Dmitri couldn’t kick with his legs at this range, but that didn’t mean he was out of options. His legs could do other things - run, jump, and in this case, squeeze. He brought them around her waist, clasped his ankles together, and tried to catch her in a tight bodyscissors, powering down with all the force he had to offer.

Fernanda already knew that she was strong enough to drag anyone to wherever she felt like it. She had done it to boys like Dmitri, she had done it to man and women bigger than him. Not a single person has managed to stop her once she saw red. And even so, the Russian boy didn't managed to stop her, but he still was a smart one, so even if he did took the hit, he also wouldn't just take it. Not only was he smart, he was also tough, after being slammed between the corner post and her bountiful chest, he still was stuck to her like an annoying spider.

"Nnngh!" To be crushed by a pair of strong legs was one thing, but to also be humiliated like that, it was more than Goldilocks was willing to tolerate. She wasn't the kind of athlete that was met by a challenge with eagerness, no, she was easy to get frustrated and lose her chill, just like the boy was about to find out.

"Ggggrrhhh! FUCK OFF" She yelled as she desperately tried to get him to release her from his Bodyscissor. She slammed him against the corner repeatedly, if that wouldn't work, then she would try to slam him to the ground by jumping on him.

All of that ruckus definitely lowered her guard, so if the martial artist was tough enough to take the punches, then he could probably capitalize on this opportunity to punish the blonde juggernaut even further.

Goldilocks might have just been the strongest woman Dmitri had ever faced, and the competition wasn’t anything to scoff at. She reminded him of Alicia Welles - the redhead wrecking ball of a woman with steamrollers for legs who’d been his kinda-sorta-not really girlfriend for half of a year. She’d been strong, too, with her lower body being made of iron, but even she hadn’t had the raw overall power that this blonde was bringing to bear.

When she rammed him up against the pads, it knocked almost all of the wind out of him, and the second hit was enough to finish the job. She didn’t have much room to gain momentum, but she didn’t need it to create some serious impact with a body like hers. His back was aching like mad after the second hit, and the one after that didn’t help things.

He was stunned, so stunned that, when she fell back and dropped, there wasn’t too much he could do but brace for the impact. Goldilocks wasn’t a heavy woman by any stretch, but she was solid, and having her come down on him like this was about as close as he ever wanted to get to being in an avalanche.

His arms and legs flew open on reflex, freeing her. He did the only thing he could really do in this situation and tried to shove her off hard as he rolled to the side, hoping to make some good distance between them.

At the end of her little outburst. Goldi was left breathing in and out with such difficulty that she remained on the ground for more than a wrestler as brutal as she was would be comfortable with. She catched up on this quickly enough, attempting to get up once again. Her balance failed her, she tried to get up way too fast, so she ended up falling on her ass.

"Grrrh!" Upon noticing that show of weakness of her own, the Mexican wrestler would turn her head in rage to Dmitri. Unfortunately for him, he was the closest thing for her to punch. And boy, was she in a punching mood.

Not even bothering to try and stand up, Goldilocks would crawl towards the Russian boy with murder in her eyes. She was sloppy and dulled by her uncontrolled rage. But still pretty scary to be catched by her. It appeared, however, that she would be easy to avoid in that state of violence.

If by some reason Dmitri was unable to get away from her, then he would be mounted by the blonde girl, who would sit her muscly behind on his stomach, looking at him in the eye, with clearly no intention of letting him get away, or go gentle on him...

Okay, Dmitri managed to make a fair bit of distance between him and Goldilocks. A small accomplishment on paper, but a good thinking, definitely. With her so far away, he could get up, retake his position, and no wait, nevermind, she was crawling after him like a psychopath. That was terrifying. Crap.

He tried to get to his feet before she could get all over, but that just wasn’t happening. Goldilock was coming in too fast, had too much momentum behind her. Even if he managed to get all the way up, she would probably be close enough to drag him back down, and they had already established she had the power to make that happen. He didn’t know what her plans would be after getting on top of him, but he could reasonably assume they involved her fist and his face. Not something he looked forward to.

So he needed an escape plan, and as she came in over him, he put one in action. He rocked back on his shoulder when she was close and brought his legs in tight, tucking them to his chest. As he rocked forward, he shot them both out towards her chest with all the force he could summon, looking to knock her back and make her back off, hopefully long enough to rise or at least catch a breath.

Once you want to squash something down, you don't think too much about it. At least that was Goldi's mindset when she usually found herself about to punch another wrestler down into non-existence. But that was her real weak spot, the one thing that made her get beaten numerous times in the past. And the thing that allowed Dmitri to get ahead of her during this whole match. She was too busy trying to pummel him, and he was forcing himself to defend and attack her.

One might think that she learned from all of this? that once the Russian put his legs up that she would back off to protect herself? Wrong. "Gyyyyaaahhhh!" With a powerful emergency kick, Dmitri managed to push her away with such intensity that she spinned backwards. Goldi was so taken back by this that she made a very sharp (and admittedly, somewhat cute) cry as she was launched backwards.

She landed on her chest, away from the boy, who now had more than enough space to relax for a few seconds and bounce back. But the blonde girl wouldn't stay down forever. She would start to climb up to her feet soon enough, and one thing would be obvious:

She would NOT be happy about it.