Tiffany vs. Dmitri - East Meets West

It was a desperate move, but it worked - she let go of the hold and backed off, giving him some time to get up, for all the good it would do. His leg was aching and sore, he'd need a minute or two before he could even think about kicking, again. That was a long time with an opponent like this.

"Sorry, I don't like to get too intimate on the first date." Huh. A joke. That was rare for him.

He put his hands up and assumed a back stance, putting the weight on his good foot and letting the other rest a bit. He would have to rely on his punching and grappling skills for a little while. Not ideal, but passable and better than nothing.

Tiffany chuckled at Dmitri's snappy reply. It was good to see someone else who kept a sense of humor about them as they fought. She was no chatterbox like Asami Asagiri, but she hated going through a match with nothing with grunts and groans being the only vocal exchanges.

The Texan began to circle to her left, seeing how the martial artist moved after being in the boston crab for an extended stay. After a bit of this, she would suddenly lunge forward, looking to clasp her hands
around the back of Dmitri's head, while trying to bring a knee up into the man's stomach.

Dmitri managed a small smile back, but it belied the worry underneath. She had him at severe, extreme disadvantage, and he could tell she was just thinking about the best way to capitalize as she circled, moving and keeping her eyes focused. She was bigger, stronger, and very aggressive even with all her playfulness - a bad combination, and one Dmitri wasn't sure he could fend off.

That was put to the test as she moved and grabbed Dmitri from the back, pulling him in with a tight grasp. He tried to fight it and failed, unable to compete with her power, and her knee shot up and dulled his resistance right after. Her gasped and bent over, grasping his stomach as he searched for some air to suck in.

After bending Dmitri over, Tiffany would quickly move to put the man's head between her thighs. In her mind, she thought that now was a good time to start bringing the full power of her strength to bear on the stricken man. The fans that were on Dmitri's side yelled out in warning, knowing that the cowgirl was at her most dangerous at this moment. Powerbombs were among her most devastating attacks, and both versions of the Blond Bomber finishers came out of this position.

"Here we go!" Tiffany yelled, whirling her arm once above her head for the crowd. Then she would bend over, clasping her hands around Dmitri's middle, looking to lift him up into the powerbomb position. "Get ready for a ride sugar.." she'd grunt if she managed to get him up onto her shoulders...

Dmitri could hardly be called a wrestling aficionado, really. He was more like a passing fan. Catching the show when it was on, a little bit of Tension, a little bit of Friction, here and there. Good background noise while he did his work. He hardly collected the toys or set his DVR to catch episodes or anything like that.

But even he knew the trouble he was in w he hen Tiffany put his head between her thighs.

Sure enough, she lifted him up on her shoulders for the start of a powerbomb, and with her height and strength, he could well imagine how painful it would be, and he had no intention of seeing how right he was. Bucking around, he tried to push down on her head with both hands and vault of her shoulders, get away before she could plant him in the middle of the ring.

*Alright, like clockwork. What comes up...has to come down* Tiffany thought to herself as she hoisted Dmitri up into the air. However, what comes down may not come down as intended. The more agile Dmitri proved this by pushing off of Tiffany while she was preparing to drive him down, the man rolling down off of her back.

The cowgirl gasped in surprise, turning around to find her escaped prey. She was, as always though, a little slow on the uptake, unintentionally giving Dmitri more time than she would've liked. But once she got herself set, she would come at him with a running clothesline.

By some miracle, Dmitri managed to escape the powerbomb and certain defeat at the hands of the Texan Terror. Her power would have been staggering for a man, but for a woman it bordered on insane. He'd never encountered a woman with such pure power, and he was certain he didn't want to. Not in the ring.

Not that he was down, Dmitri decided to enact a strategy that could be summed up in two words: run away.

He had a little leeway time, so he was able to get some distance, ready when she came at him. He ducked under the clothesline and gave her a quick backfist in the side as she passed, deftly turning around to face her.

Again, Dmitri proved that bigger wasn't always better. Dodging her attempt to plow him back down to the mat with a clothesline, his fist caught her in her exposed ribs.
"Unngh!" the blonde grunted as she passed by, her run turned into a wounded stagger.

Doubled over slightly, she clasped a hand to her side as she turned back around to face Dmitri, trying to keep her sights set on him.

Dmitri wasn't much a puncher, but he could throw a decent one when he wanted to - it was just a matter of hitting the right spot. And even with his fists, he was still pretty fast. Hopefully too fast for Tiffany. Only one way to find out.

The moment she turned back around, Dmitri shot out with a quick punch from the left, trying to disorient her with a snap in the face. Smacking women in the face wasn't something he took pride in, but neither was getting powerbombed. He could always apologize later. After he survived.

Right when she had turned to face Dmitri, Tiffany took a quick punch in the face for her trouble her head rocking back from the force of the hit. However, the Texan native had been in many a fight even before joining a wrestling league, and had taken and given punches that dropped many a man that made the mistake of underestimating her.

After her head snapped back, she retaliated with a clenched fist, a right hook that would come looping at the side of Dmitri's head. If it connected, Tiffany would smile and say. "Hey darlin, you didn't expect to put me away with a love tap, did you? Not to tell you your business, but maybe you should go back to those kicks?"
In her eyes, trying to provoke the martial artist to use his arsenal of kicks was a good way to find out if Dmitri was still packing heat in those lethal legs of his.