Lady Phantom vs Dmitri

Lady Phantom grinned wide as the impact of the DDT shook the mat a little. Too easy, but she expected that. Who the hell walked into the ring dressing like an office worker? This guy was probably an amateur who bribed his way in, for a reason she didn't really care. A masochist, maybe? Wouldn't be surprised really.

In any case, the masked girl decided to cut him some slack as she stood up and do her usual routine when she had an opponent down: posing for the crowds. It's the way she showed them just how pathetic her victims were. She would then turn around to look down on Dmitri, hands on her hips.

"Hey, hey, you can still stand, right? We barely started the lesson!" laughed Lady Phantom.

Through the haze, he could hear the laughs from the audience - his debut wasn't going so well. He hadn't really expected it to, being honest - he knew his chances of pulling a win on his first go were low - about 10,321 to 1, to be exact - but this? He didn't think it would go this bad. Hell.

He was far from done, though, just stunned - he shook it off after a moment and stood up as she called to him, still taunting and not taking this the least bit seriously. Not that he blamed her; he would be about the same way, in her shoes. Then again, he wouldn't be a bitch about it, but that was just him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He moved back and went into his classic Tae Kwon Do stance, getting a little ready, more into it - if just to keep his head from getting slammed. He'd have to be careful - with his shoes, the kicks could be dangerous, especially head shots. Just take it easy. For now.

He moved in and threw a tentative punch for her face, putting about half of the power he could muster behind it.

Oh, what's this? A martial arts stance? Lady Phantom thought that she might take back the amateur label, but who the heck used it in a wrestling match? It's amusing enough, so to say. This time she waited longer for him to pull something. If the smaller boys and a little girl she faced previously could fight her better, that might hurt his pride like a truck. Not that she really cared, but there's nothing wrong with putting a little show for the audience. It'd be boring if she simply smashed the small fries all the time, right?

"Ugh!" the punch sent the masked girl stumbling backwards as she exaggerated the impact. "Ow!" she whined while rubbing her supposedly sore cheek. "Why the face, you jerk?"

Geek boy actually chose to hit her face of all things! Not that she could complain, but it still annoying to an extend. Well it's time for another lesson, which she would start by attempting to lash a kick to his chin, flashing her black pantie to Dmitri and the audience on the process.

She didn't seem all that impressed by the stance, but that seemed to change when he hit her - apparently, a lot harder than he'd imagined it would. He only meant to stun her, not send her flying, and he'd gotten the impression from the headlock that she was a lot more well-built than that.

"Well, sorry, sorry." He dropped his guard a few inches and sighed. "I wasn't going out of my way to target-"

Pure reflex was the only thing that got his hands up in time to block her high kick - he was used to taking that sort of strike and his body reacted, even if his mind was in another place. He was actually quite surprised, it was a very good roundhouse, excellently delivered and with quite a bit of power behind it, enough to make him stagger to the side.

Reflex almost took over once again, as he lashed out with a roundhouse kick of his own, this one delivered with the flashing speed his style demanded - at the last moment, though, he slowed down the blow and dulled the impact as it headed for her stomach - didn't want to blast her in half.

It surprised her that he blocked her strike this time, but now she knew better. Geek boy was probably just a facade to hide his true self, a martial artist who actually knew how to fight. If he thought that she could fool her like that, though, he'd be wr-

"Gaagh!" the masked girl was knocked back by the kick on her belly, and she dropped to one knee while glaring at Dmitri. "You've done it now... fucking nerd..." she muttered under her breath while her arm protected her kicked stomach.

That's it. No more games. Lady Phantom had enough of these wannabe amateurs and she would push herself off the mat to lunge at her opponent with a battle cry. Her hands would reach for his shirt, aiming to grab it so she could deliver another knee to the stomach to return the favor. This time, however, her follow up attempt would be to push him down and trap his head between her legs where she could squeeze it.

Well, she was calling him more accurate insults, now. Rah rah for progress.

He winced as she went down - didn't mean to put that much power behind it, could have seriously hurt her, thought she could take more than that. Lady Phantom was just an around difficult person to get a read on, he was learning. "Look, I'm sorry, I just-"

Before he had time properly apologize, properly get his defenses up, properly do...anything, she was on him again, coming at him like the proverbial bat out of hell. She grabbed a hold of his shirt, tugged on it, pulled him in close for another knee, then brought him down flat on the floor, sitting on his neck and squeezing with her thighs, making Dmitri infinitely glad he'd cut ties with all his office - they'd never let him live this down, if they saw it.

Taken off guard - and really, how could he not be, for something like this - he kicked and struggled and her grasp, trying to push those powerful thighs off his neck. "...off...get off..."

"Not a chance, dickwad!" barked the pissed looking Lady Phantom as she kept pressing her thighs around his head.

She bent herself down, her barely covered breasts slightly grazing his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Dmitri was bigger than her previous victims, but Lady Phantom was confident that she could still lift him a little despite taking a good kick to the stomach. She grunted while attempting to pull him up, and decided to try something else to help her distract him.

One of her hands would trail down to his groin area, wanting to get a hold of his manhood through that pants of his, and squeeze it a bit while she's at it. Knowing she needed to be quick with this, the masked girl would attempt to lift him up only to get a good distance between his head and the mat, before she dropped down on her butt to piledriver her victim.

Dmitri tried to push up and get her off him, but that wasn't happening - most of his power was in his legs, and while he wasn't bad for upper body strength, he wasn't nearly good enough to push up with someone on him, most certainly not when they were squeezing the life out him in a reverse neck scissors with a powerful pair of python thighs.

She wrapped her hands around him and, too his amazement, actually managed to pick him - he had to outweigh her by at least a good twenty of so pounds, not bad at all, even if she looked to be having a bit of a hard time with it. What really surprised him was her fondling his penis - he was already a little hard, what with being in a ring, rolling around with a hot, half-naked woman - nature was running its course, couldn't be helped, but her hand was making it exponentially worse.

"Hey!" He started to buck, trying to get out. "Stop that, stop-" Her piledriver put an end his complaints, hammering him down and flaring up the pain in his head once again - she was a headache in every sense of the word, a fact he noted as he rolled to the side, groaning and grasping his head.

Another thud on the ring, which prompted a round of roar from the audience, especially after they witnessed a girl lifting an evenly sized, if not slightly bigger guy and took him down roughly like that.

Lady Phantom rolled away from Dmitri after she slammed his head again, panting after pulling quite an effort to do that. She felt like she could use a little rest now that her opponent was downed, her stomach still slightly throbbing and all.

The masked girl would then get up on her knees and began to crawl towards Dmitri. She wanted to roll him onto his front so she could sit on his back. Her plan was simple. Grab his legs and pulled it backwards to apply a Boston Crab on her victim.

Okay, not making any fans. Lady Phantom was clearly a heel, but he was getting the idea that she was a popular one. Or they didn't much care for him. Either answer wouldn't surprise him.

He started to rise up, taking longer to shake it off than with the DDT, when he felt her weight come down on his back, pressing down on him, keeping him in place. He felt her reaching for his ankle and he tried to squirm out, but it was late, far too late - she locked him in the Boston Crab, bending his back and stretching his legs in ways God never intended.

He yelped and immediately bit it back, holding back the scream of agony that was quickly building in his throat - the ropes. He had to get to them. He dug his fingers in the mat and started to crawl forward, fighting for every inch he could get