Ninjette vs. The Mask - Dogfight

Yeah, that one was always a crowd-pleaser, and sure enough it got the fans cheering. Though it wasn't just for her - she was starting to get a good feel for the Tension audience, and while there was some truth to what people were always saying about them just out to see some girl smack a guy around for a little femdom action, they could respect a good fight as well as anyone in the Friction crowd. She and Mask were delivering the goods.

She waited on the apron, fingers gripping it tight from the other side as the Mask made his way up. Timing, that was the key here. As soon as he got all the way up, Ninjette leaped up and did a springboard jump from the top rope, coming at him with her legs wide open to catch his head and toss him around with a hurricanrana. Old school, yet effective. You can't mess with the classics.

It wasn't the same trick this time, but it still did the job perfectly. The Mask was served with his own move that he pulled earlier as Ninjette jumped off the ropes and returned his hurricanrana favor back to him. The masked guy was flipped and landed on his back, one leg raising up as he felt disoriented more than anything from the last hit.

"Raaa....!" he groaned, his raised leg went down to the mat with his knee sticking up, one arm holding his masked face.

He would roll to the side, knowing that staying down for too long would make him a sitting duck, if it wasn't for his dazed state. As it was, though, it seemed that he needed a bit more time to get up.

The hurricanrana landed perfectly and put him on his back with a mighty crash, getting a stadium full of flashing lights along the way. He went with a mighty crash, and Kozue rolled off her shoulder and jumped back to her feet, throwing a Rock Out sign to the audience. "BANZAI!"

"BANZAI!" The crowd holler back, pumping raw adrenaline right into her veins.

She dropped down behind him as he rolled to the side, going for one of her favorite move - the Bow and Arrow. Grab the leg, grab the neck, roll on her back and stretch him over the knees, threatening to break him in two, right down the middle. Hard move to set up, but worth it if she could get the lock.

Still groaning on the mat, The Mask could feel his opponent grabbed him from behind, possibly setting for a submission move. He might not be able to get up, but fighting back? She could count on it. With the position of Ninjette quite clear, all he had to do was to swing himself backwards with an arm flying, aiming to smack the girl's face before she could apply the hold completely.

"Graaa!"

He didn't plan to escape after that, knowing that it'd be pointless to escape from the agile ninja girl without enough distance to start with. One could only go so far inside the ring anyways. Assuming his strike was good enough to knock her to the mat, The Mask, would roll over and attempt to flip Ninjette onto her front. From there, he would grab her legs and sit on her back to apply a good ol' Boston Crab.

She thought she had the guy dead to rights, but he wasn't going quietly into the gentle night - no, he was going kicking and screaming all the way. Or punching, that was the better choice.

He struck her as she got into position, landing right on her nose and opening up the little hit that had just healed up from her last fight. People already said her voice was a little too nasally, and before her wrestling career was over that complaint was going to get much worse. She fell back, and the Mask didn't give her a moment to recoup, flipping her over and locking in the Boston Crab before she could crawl away.

"Fuck!" She gritted her teeth and cried out, digging her fingers into the mat and trying to crawl forward, going for the ropes. Amazing how far six feet can look when you're getting broken in half.

Things had turned around once again, and this time the momentum was with The Mask. He roared while locking in the Boston Crab, bending his opponent backwards to test just how flexible she was, without really going overboard with the hold. Ninjette was going for the ropes, as expected, and he's not going to make it any easier for her.

"Goryoo!" he yelled while shaking his head wildly like a primitive warrior or something.

Rather than letting the ninja girl grab the ropes, though, The Mask would release the hold after a while and drag his opponent back towards the center of the ring using her legs. Once he reached the destination, the masked fighter would then jump on the back of Ninjette, before locking her jaw and pulled her back again, with a Camel Clutch this time.

Almost there...just a little further...close, so close...gah, should've worn more deoderant...halfway there...why couldn't her arms be longer?

Kozue was a flexible girl, which was good, because she found herself in submission holds far more than she would have liked - which didn't really say much, because she 'would have liked' to never be in any submission holds at all. Still, she was surviving, and if things kept up, she could get to the ropes soon enough and break the hold.

Unfortunately, he broke the hold for her and used the retrieve to drag her back to the center of the ring, fingers clawing on the mat all the way. "Son of a biiiiiiiiitch!" The good news was that he didn't just lock the Boston Crab back in. The bad news was that he locked in another animal-named hold instead, the equally deadly but much harder to escape to camel clutch. Her options were far more limited on this one. With his weight coming down hard and her neck being lifted up, crawling towards the ropes would be sheer torture, if she could manage it all.

But she still had her aforementioned flexibility, and if there was ever a time she needed it, this was that time. She swung her back right leg up as fast and as fast as she could, curling it up to try and strike the Mask in his vulnerable back.

"Gyaooo!" The Mask let another beastly howl as he locked the Camel Clutch and stretched his opponent's back again.

The crowds were loving it. The masked fighter might have given a weirdo impression when he first arrived, but now he's starting to gain some popularity with his wild attitude. It's not the most original gimmick ever sure, but someone who just went in for a fight and didn't give a damn for anything else wasn't that common in this place.

Alas, his hold was disrupted with a sudden kick to his back, eliciting a grunt from behind his mask and loosening the hold in the process. The Mask arched his back slightly, before letting go of an arm of Ninjette to rub his kicked back, but he's not going to let her go just like that. He got off her alright, but his other hand would attempt to grab a handful of her hair and slam Ninjette's face to the mat in retaliation. It wasn't the hardest slam, but he made sure it looked like he's giving a lot into it with an over exaggerated arm swing.

"Koraa!" he barked like an angry animal.

The kick landed - it didn't send him flying off her or anything, but it landed, which was a small miracle by itself. It made him loosen up the hold a bit, giving her some much-desired breathing room. It didn't last.

"Not the hair, don't grab the hair, come on, ow, fuck-" It just wouldn't be a match without her hair getting yanked, of course. Why that was such a favorite tactic, she couldn't fathom, but damned if guys didn't seem to enjoy doing it. Okay, she had a lot, but she was hardly the only wrestler with long strands, even if you counted the guys. It was every match with this shit, she swore.

Before she could really complain, though, she had her protests silence with slam, her face thrust hard into the mat. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing ever - getting your face flattened never is - but she decided to oversell it and see if she couldn't sucker him a bit, making her body jolt, spasm, then come a sudden stop beneath him, completely still and quiet. Both rare things for Kozue.

The face slamming wasn't the most popular thing ever with the crowds, especially if the victim was a girl, but The Mask didn't have to care about their boos. Rubbing his back a little, he glanced at the motionless Ninjette, and began to land a couple of stomps to the girl's back. They're exaggerated again to rile up the crowds even more, and he grunted with each kick to give an impression of a beast out for blood.

"Hooo!" he finished the series of kicks with a shoving nudge to the side of the ninja girl, aiming to flip her over onto her back.

Rather surprisingly, The Mask went away from Ninjette and headed to the furthest ropes from her. He waited there, preparing to bounce himself once his opponent began to stand up, planning to catch her by surprise with a tilt-a-whirl-headscissors takedown, a move that he simply dubbed as Twister.