Dark Angel vs Tatyina (Complete)

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or KO

Dark Angel



vs.

Tatyina



Tokyo, Japan - Friction Arena Complex - 8:45 p.m

The sound of a large bell rang through the arena's speaker system. After a moment of silence it rang again and the song "For Whom the Bell Tolls" blasted throughout the stadium. Walking slowly down the ramp was a woman with a loose fitting Japanese dress. She had long flowing brown hair that stretched down past her waist but her face was covered by a kitsune mask. She had a certain stoic walk and didn't bother looking around at the audience. She honestly didn't really want to bother looking at the people because she didn't want to make them happy or entertain them. After all, it wasn't about them. It was about her.

Angel jumped to the side of the ring, then to the corner turnbuckle. She looked up for a brief moment before leaping down and rolling to her feet. She slowly walked over to the corner and looked back up to the ramp. The woman clenched her fist tight. The costume may have hid her intentions but the woman was very anxious and ready to get back into action. It had been awhile since she'd been in Tokyo, and the memories of it weren't exactly ideal. She really didn't want to relive those experiences either. It only made her clench her fist even tighter.

Tatyina inhaled deeply. It had been a while since she had wrestled, but she was feeling good. She had been doing a lot of practicing and trying to help out her friend Emily as well. That had taken a lot more time than she figured it would have. But as her [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McJx5qluoMs:2igiaiwf]music[/url:2igiaiwf] began to play, she stepped out through the back and walked quietly down the ramp.

Tatyina received cheers. She had been in a fair number of fights and maintained a fairly even record. She had a really devoted fan base that surprised even her, even though the numbers were quite small. Still, those that knew who she was, found her easy to cheer for.

When she got to the ramp, she hoped through the ropes and looked up at her opponent. She was surprised to see the girl in priestess robes and bowed her head. She stepped towards Tatyina. "Please, let us have a good match." She lifted her eyes. and tilted her head. "But forgive me. Shouldn't a Miko have more important things to do than wrestle?" She said, straining to get her voice above a whisper.

As her opponent came down the ramp, Angel didn't avert her stare. The young woman didn't give off the usual impressions of overconfidence or arrogance. In fact she seemed rather humble for a friction wrestler. Angel wasn't sure what to think of this girl. Even when she questioned whether or not a priestess should be wrestling, Angel felt like shrugging. Thankfully her mask could hide the expression on her face of uncertainty.

Angel wasn't sure if she could say something negative or mocking to the girl. She barely even spoke above a whisper, how could she say something rude to her? So instead she simply said nothing. Angel didn't bow in response, nor did she reply to her question. She stared at Tatyina for a few seconds before removing most of the loose parts of her robe revealing thigh-length black tights and matching knee and elbow pads. She noticeably kept her mask on, however.

She threw the heap of clothes out of the ring then turned around to look at Tatyina. It dawned on her not to underestimate this person. As nice as she seemed, in reality she could be a talented and dangerous opponent. She could also be a total bitch underneath the exterior. And Angel wasn't about to risk going easy on a girl like that. The bell rang three times to signal the start of the match. After a few courtesy moments of just watching her opponent, Angel closed the distance between them. Still without saying a word, the girl paced around for a moment before suddenly charging at Tatyina with a full head of steam and threw her arm out to attempt a clothesline.

Tatyina watched as Angel did not speak and instead began removing her outfit. Was she not really a Miko? She didn't know but it appeared she had her reasons for not speaking. Tatyina went back to her corner and stretched as she waited for the bell. When it rang, Tatyina bowed to Angel and then began to circle around. Her gray eyes were focused on Angel and was waiting for the right moment to strike.

Tatyina was looking to find a good place to strike at Angel when the girl suddenly came at her. Tatyina's arms widened at the sudden burst of speed, but the red head was also fast and bent her legs to duck under the clothesline. With her legs taught, she pushed up and spun, aiming a hard kick at Angel's side with a spinning kick.

Angel had a full head of steam as she sprinted at her opponent. All that built up rage seemed to just overflow, one of the reasons Angel probably wore a mask from the start. However, as her arm swung at where Tatyina's neck should have been, it harmlessly sliced through the air right above her head. Off balance after throwing all her weight into the maneuver, Angel stumbled a few steps past the ducking girl before regaining her balance. "Why you-" she nearly cursed and spun around. She timed it just perfectly to meet with Tatyina's foot. Unsuspecting it, Angel bent over grasping her side.

"So that's how you want to play?" Angel responded with a quick kick of her own aimed at Tatyina's side. Her opponent was clearly quick, which meant Angel had to resort to fighting her own game of quick hits and speed. She was more than willing to play that.

Tatyina saw that her foot connected and was about to follow up but was surprised to see that Talia had already recovered enough to throw a kick. Tatyina gasped as the kick slammed into her side and slumped over again. She looked at the hunched over girl and shot forward, folding her arm up into the wing position and throwing it upwards to uppercut Talia's face with her arm. She knew from experience that someone with a lot of speed didn't really have a lot of power in their attacks and she'd have to really throw a barrage at the masked girl if she hoped to take her down.

Angel's kick wasn't nearly as strong as she wanted it to be. Having only a short breath meant she couldn't deliver it with full force. The kick, however, did appear to be strong enough to make the girl full over. She took the moment to breathe in a few times before taking a step toward her opponent. "Guess you can't take hits the-" Angel started before the girl jumped up and uppercut her arm into her chin. "Ugh!" the girl grunted and stumbled around, turning her back to Tatyina.

She certainly had more life in her than Angel expected. She wasn't about to underestimate the girl a third time. She grasped her mask with both hands and bent over, groaning from the impact. Out of the corner of her hand, she still peeked out at the girl, waiting for her to approach once more. If she did, Angel would suddenly drop to the mat and attempt to trip the girl to the ground. She had to even the playing field with this quick fighter.

Tatyina watched as she forced Talia to show her her back. She thought for sure she had the other girl on the ropes and threw herself upward to try and catch her with a bicycle kick when Talia turned around. She didn't know that Angel was trying to lure her forward and when she turned, Tatyina flew forward and kicked the air, stumbling past Talia. She missed the kick, but now her back was exposed to the dark angel.

As Tatyina got closer to Angel, she suddenly ducked down so the girl flew over her. Immediately, she reached out and grabbed the girl's legs, trying to trip her to the ground before she could regain her footing. She had to take out the girl's mobility, it seemed to be her greatest strength. If anyone would know that, it'd be Angel who use to solely rely on the same thing. If she managed to trip the girl forward and to the mat, Angel would tightly grab ahold of Tatyina's right ankle, twist it, and pull up to lift the girl's lower body into the air in an ankle lock. "Too eager?" she asked mockingly as she twisted the girl's foot in two different directions with each hand.

Tatyina flew and stumbled, looking to regain her footing before she felt her legs caught from underneath her. She flopped tot he ground with a hard thud as her face pressed into the mat. She then felt Angel grab her ankle and yank it upwards into a painful ankle lock. Tatyina's face contorted into pain but her scream was little more than a gasp of breath as she pounded the mat and tried to claw her way towards the ropes by jerking herself forward.