Wild Thing vs Alouette LeBeau, the Giant - Hardcore Match

Well, this is a lovely start to my AFW tour of duty. Alouette thought as she saw the dropkick coming far, far too fast to do anything about. The Wild Thing's ferocious onslaught succeeding in bringing the giant to the mat. The kick struck with a satisfying smack and Alouette was down. The crowd roared in approval, impressed with the ferocity in the feral girl. Alouette kicked against the mat, clutching her head in pain. "Merde!" She hissed.

More French words Lore didn't understand or care about. Yay.

The kick brought her the giant on her back with a mighty crash, shaking the ring, the crowd roaring as their David down the Goliath. Lore landed square on her back and immediately flipped back to her feet, her frenetic, frenzied assault not even stopping for a single, solitary second, keeping to a blitzkrieg strategy.

She jumped straight up, tucked her legs to her chest, and came down, back first, on to the giant's chest, dropping on her like a human cannonball.

That was quite enough. Alouette grit her teeth, fighting through the pain. She felt the 'whump, whump' against the mat of the Wild Thing's next unrelenting assault. The giant thrust up her arms... and caught the feral girl right as she moved to land. Of course, lying on her back, there was little Alouette could do other than bench press her foe, and she would most certainly NOT stay still long enough to let Alouette change positions, so she did the only thing she could do. She bench pressed her. Shoving the wild Thing into the air, Alouette rolled away, letting her slam into the mat, relatively harmlessly. Not a game changer but it stopped the wild girl's momentum and gave Alouette something to think about other than her throbbing head. Alouette moved quickly, trying to rise up fast. It was obvious her opponent would stay low and go for her knees. The little ones always did. That habit had never endeared itself to her. So Alouette tried to move to meet her, aiming a boot at Lore, hopefully before Lore could get to her... haunches? and close the distance.

Lore had been running wild for so long that she nearly forgot that the giant could move at all. She was quickly reminded of this fact.

While the giant was without a doubt strong, lifting Lore as hardly a feat for even someone half her size. All she needed to do was push up and, and she went flying through the air, arms akimbo, landing flat on her chest.

She growled and started to stand up, only to find the giant's boot waiting for her.

She could only look on, wide-eyed, as the boot crashed into her chest and laid her flat, sprawled out and dazed...for the moment.

And THAT was the true start of Alouette's AFW career. Her boot slammed into the Wild Thing with a satisfying crash, slamming the smaller girl brutally to the mat. "Finally!" She muttered in aggravation, though as she brought her foot back down, she immediately regretted putting such stress the knee that had been so viciously attacked earlier in the fight. She growled, shaking out her leg as she tried to avoid showing any weakness. Her head still throbbed too... If nothing else, the smaller girl had some serious fight in her. Reaching down, she aimed to grab the Wild Thing by the nape of her neck and pull the girl to her feet with one powerful hand. Keeping that grip, Alouette would move try to slam Wild Thing face first into the turnbuckle.

Lore wasn't unconscious, no. But she was definitely close to it.

Her chest felt like it had caved in on contact. It was not but one raw, painful area all over, hard to tell where the agony stopped and the feeling began. Her head was spinning in a see of color, blinded by the lights above, her mind in a faraway place and slowly coming...

The return was hastened, though, when she felt herself being lifted. The giant had grabbed her. Picked up with ease, and by the time Lore's vision was clear enough to see what was coming. it was far too late to stop it.

Lore's face smacked into the turnbuckle with barely a yelp in protest, and she immediately fell to her knees, leaning on the ropes just to keep herself from going flat.

The Wild Thing's ferocity and speed had run up against sheer power like a wave crashing against the shoreline. With the feral girl having taken her first few blows from the mighty Alouette, it was time for the Giant to do what she did best: Utterly crush the competition. Smacking the feral girl's face into the ring post was even more satisfying than the kick, and she was ready to visit even more of the Giant's wrath on the Wild Thing.

Reaching down and grabbing her foe by her thigh, Alouette would scoop the Wild Thing up. If undeterred Alouette would hold her parallel to the mat and drop to a sitting position, slamming the Wild Thing's back to the mat in a painful sidewalk slam.

Lore was in quite a bit of pain, her face numbed up from the impact. From the sound of things, it wasn't about to get any better. The fate she had been trying to avoid all match had finally occurred: the Giant had her.

She was too dazed to put up any real fight as the giant reached down and picked her up with shocking ease, lifting her in the air before slamming her back down with resounding force. Lore's back screamed in pain and she screamed out loud, flopping about on the mat like a fish on a hook, helpless and hung out to dry.

The Wild Thing's ferocity and speed had run up against sheer power like a wave crashing against the shoreline. With the feral girl having taken her first few blows from the mighty Alouette, it was time for the Giant to do what she did best: Utterly crush the competition. Smacking the feral girl's face into the ring post was even more satisfying than the kick, and she was ready to do even more damage to make up for that initial onslaught.

She planted her boot on her opponent's face and slid it off, scraping it across her face. If the feral girl did not stop her, the Giant would continue, pulling Wild Thing to her feet by her hair and would try to lift the girl up and over her head and draping her across her shoulders, pulling on the girl's head and legs, bending her across her shoulders, applying a painful torture rack hold.

Okay, this was clearly not a winning situation she had found herself in. That much was easily recognizable. The only question was what she'd be doing about it.

...no ideas were forthcoming.

She growled as the giant slid her boot off her face, ramming her into the turnbuckle, stunning her long enough to grab her and lift her up with ease. Lore figured she would just toss her around or put her into some kind of slam, but she wasn't anywhere near that lucky. Instead, Lore was put on her shoulders and bounced around, each roll hammering her back on the giant's mighty shoulders. She screamed and squirmed, tossed and turned, trying her damndest to shake loose and get to the ground.