Steel Cage Match: The Stranger vs. Tessa "Harrier" Price

*This is getting us nowhere*
After receiving the second hit and getting knocked back again, this time with a chop, Tessa weighted her options. She could try to battle it out with the Stranger and either fall down in the ring, losing the match and have her opponent crawl down with the greatest of ease. Or she could play risk and hope for her very good sense of balance to tip the favor in her way.

So she tried to stand up, intended to kick the Stranger with the tip of her boot like there was no tomorrow, but the cage was swinging much more than she had anticipated while getting up, combined with her slowly failing endurance she had a hard time finding some balance first.

The Stranger just stared as Tessa was sent backwards by her chop, a feeling of content with the result of her retaliation. However, the masked woman saw that the Harrier had no intentions of staying on here straddled, and followed suit, not wanting to be at a disadvantage.

As the two women stood tall on the wobbling cage top, the Stranger acted on pure instinct, while trying to maintain her own balance. A hand shot out towards the Harrier's neck to both provide extra balance by connecting the two bodies, but also to give her a more advantageous grip. Her eyes would lock onto Tessa's, as if to ask her which way she wanted to be thrown as she prepared to aim her second hand for the throat.

The Stranger was also up on her way and used the blonde as kind of a stepping stone for her own balance, clearly aiming again for a chocke slam. Tessa knew that an additional choke slam from this height could easily break her neck, and the gaze of the Stranger made the hairs in her neck stand up too. Either way, she wanted to exit this cage as soon as possible, but not very much on a stretcher!

She decided to throw all her eggs in a basket and aim for a high kick to the side of the head of her opponent as soon as she felt the hand grabbing her throat, balancing on one foot.
"No...aaahhh!"
he could feel her foot loosing balance when her second foot was high in the air, grabbing frantically with both hands at the arm of her opponent in the process.

The Stranger's eyes narrowed on Tessa as she readied to lift the Harrier up, but suddenly she felt a kick connect with the side of her head. The blow made her loosen her grip on the neck while she battled to keep herself on her own 2 feet and on top of the cages. She was dazed, but she didn't plan on giving up as her hand did not entirely let go of the throat.

Her other hand, while she was bent a bit from the blow to the head, aimed to hook the lone leg of Tessa's to try and lift the blonde to hold her to her body as the Stranger wanted to hook her arm around the Harrier's head much like a Voodoo Drop. Her anger was greater than it had been this entire match, and that kick had done something to mix her personalities. "We end now..." were the sole words that left the mask as her eyes locked onto the announcer's table as she prepared to jump towards it in a flying sit-out powerbomb.

(If that is ok for you?)

"Look who's talking."
They were both on their way down the cage, she could feel no more ground beneath any of her body parts. From a winning point of view, she figured that she'd hit the floor first until her opponent decided to turn the tides once again and bring them both to the ground with a sit-out powerbomb.
"WAAHHHH!!!"
Her back would be lobster-like red when this was over. She could just hope that the commentators had the wherewithal to remove the monitors out of the table before both of them would be coming down like a comet and crashed through the table. Luckily, she didn't notice that in a grand stage and was just semi consciousness and found herself in the rest of a table and some cable salad.

"WHAT AN IMPACT! So, now, who has won?!"
The commentator who was in charge was looking for a bunch of referees who had put their heads together after watching the cameras that had filmed the fight, finally giving a sighn to the ring announcer.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The head referee has declared this match...A DRAW!"

The Stranger watched the announcing table with a cold stare as she and Tessa flew through the air at the intended target. She didn't like that this match was so evenly set as a cage match. If it was a regular match, she would have gladly went until one of them could no longer fight back, but to her, this match was only going to end when neither of them could fight back.

She wanted to make an impact, and this was how she was going to do it. Their rears would be the first to impact the table aside from their legs. The table would crash and give way in the center, where it was designed to have a weak point in case it was used for simple hardcore falls. As the debris of the crash started flying around them, the impact of both women's crash meeting the floor beneath the table would complete the devastating drop as The Stranger would fall backwards in pain.

She had very little doubt in her mind as she lay there that Tessa would be in worse shape, especially given the masked one's higher tolerance for pain and the fact that Tessa's head had been tucked under the Stranger's arm. After the officials had called the match, the medics were called over to the wreckage. As soon as one examiner touched her shoulder, the Stranger's eyes darted open as she rolled onto her stomach and pushed the examiner away. She would give one glance back at the blonde as she crawled out of the wreckage and to the apron of the ring, aiming to bring herself to her feet.

It was her debut and she was not going to be seen as weak...not Steel. Steel would not break as she walked with a slight limp to her walk towards the ramp, gaining more confidence in her walk every time she pushed away officials. The eerie whistling that had introduced her earlier began ringing through the audience as she got to the ramp, giving one last look back, expecting to at least see the blonde hair of her worthy first opponent.