Abbey Abraxas Vs. Nathan Weed

The younger Takeuchi licked her lips as she stared down at the downed Abbey. For a while she simply stood there and watched Abbey's unconscious body while Ami's own chest heaved up and downed as she took deep and heavy breathes to calm herself from all the adrenaline rush.

The supermodel then felt someone gripping her shoulders, "Hmm? what are you Owwww, Ow,Ow,Ow,Owwww" she started to whine out while getting up on her tip toes as she was locked in a hammerlock to be restrained. "What the hell is wrong with you? she's down and out, PIN HER!!" Ami shrieked while struggling in the hold.

Daisuke was now walking down the ring ramp and saw how Nathan had gotten his sister in a hammerlock, he thought there was going to be some more trouble following a simple hammerlock and he had to intervene. "Bastard!" he cursed under his own breath before sliding inside the ring from behind Nathan.

The wrestling prince clubbed the back of Nathan's head with a strong forearm before gripping his shoulders to spin him around, Daisuke's knee then followed right up into Nathans gut to set him up for a powerbomb. Meanwhile Ami shook her hand out a bit before shifting Abbey onto her back and all the while Daisuke would attempt to powerbomb Nathan right ontop of Abbey's body, keeping Nathan ontop of Abbeys body.

Nathan stumbled forward with the forearm, letting Ami go in the process. Another non-competitor? Nathan grit his teeth as hands clamped down on his shoulders. He had a punch prepared for whomever he saw when he was finished being turned around.

Of course, he didn't expect to see a face he knew. "Daisuke?" Nathan was bewildered. His tag teammate from the PPV? Nathan didn't have the time to say much more. Daisuke lifted a knee right into Nathan's midsection, then lifted him up. The next thing Nathan knew, he was hurtling to earth, back first, in a powerbomb, from a very fresh, very strong Daisuke.

Nathan braced himself, expecting to land on the mat. He landed instead on Abbey's unconscious form. It was a bad landing, harsh, made worse still by the as of yet unexplained cruelty to the poor woman on the mat; as far as Nathan could tell, Daisuke and Abbey had parted on good terms. What was going on? And who was the sadistic woman Daisuke had followed in?

Nathan rolled off of Abbey as quickly and as gently as he could. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem as though anyone else was coming to stop it. He tried to struggle to his feet, through aches both fresh and fermenting, groaning all the way.

This was going to be a major talking point, a controversy, a screw job event. Daisuke wasnt particularly happy about what he was doing but his sister forced him to play this hand, after powerbombing Nathan right on top of Abbey he just stood there and stared down on both downed wrestlers while his sister giggled a bit. Nathan rolled off Abbey and Ami kicked out at him before getting that chair and smacking it against Nathans back.

The wrestling prince then grabbed Nathan and pulled him up to his his feet and locked him in a full nelson hold, while Ami stood infront of him to send a viscous slap to his face "You should have just listened to me before, that's what happens when you dont be a good little boy and do what you are told but dont worry, I'll help you win....this time" she winked at him before grabbing the chair and then whacking towards his head.

If she managed to hit him with the chairshot, the supermodel and the wrestling prince would carefully place him on top of Abbey and signal for another referee to come, before the two exited the ring.

Smack.

Nathan would have been fine going through life without ever knowing what a chair shot felt like. This woman, however, seemed insistent on making sure that Nathan was intimate with the sensation.

The first felt like a backslap from a vindictive cast-iron giant. It made Nathan pancake straight into the mat and splay out his limbs like a squashed bug. He coughed into the floor- the hit almost knocked the wind out of him. The girl didn't look like any sort of powerhouse, but the chair is pro wrestling's great equalizer.

The shot had also dazed him considerably, so he was helpless to resist then when Daisuke heaved him up to his feet and locked in his hold. The girl in front was loving it, giddy, even- giggling, teasing, and he thought he detected a gleeful little wiggle in the way she carried herself in front of him. She hit him with a stinging slap, making him gasp and mercilessly returning his senses to full-function. Then she leaned in close and hissed into his face.

Whoever this woman was, she was stunningly beautiful. But whenever her mouth opened, only poison dribbled out, wrapped in cloying little lilts and cherubic flutters of the eyelids. Their intersection had existed for less than a minute, but even Nathan could tell that behind those amethyst eyes sat a spiteful shell of a soul.

He wasn’t at all surprised, then, when she stepped back, pulled up the chair, and swung out at him a second time. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to dodge it, even without Daisuke holding him in place, so this one easily found its mark on his crown. It turned out his lights and buckled his knees, leaving him a ragdoll in Daisuke’s arms.

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By the time the Takeuchis had were halfway up the ramp, the referee came to. Her recent assault notwithstanding, she looked into the ring and saw one fighter piled atop another. Neither looked coherent, but the basic requirements for a pin were met, and that meant she had a job to do. She slid inside and began the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rang. Nathan picked up a win, and Abbey collected her first AFW loss. But neither fighter would know until well after the next fight had begun. For now, Nathan remained draped over Abbey’s chest in a dreamless sleep. Both wrestlers were dead to the world, and wouldn’t even react when hoisted onto stretchers by the paramedics rushing the ring.

Nathan Weed wins via Pinfall