Justice vs Anarchy (Standard, 1 fall)

Here she was, again. Anne wasn't sure why she kept finding herself on Tension. Maybe there was a clerical error upstairs and her name was on the wrong list. So far she hadn't gotten a single Friction match, and that was her home franchise! Maybe the other girls were all afraid of her, or maybe the guys just really liked her. A vicious smile curled up the corner of her pink lips; yes, that must be the answer. How could they not? Just look at me! She stroked her own ego as she waited for the announcers voice to finish and her music to begin.

Tonight's match is scheduled for one fall. Now approaching the ring, from Boston, America... Anne Archy!

The classic rock riffs of The Runaways started over the PA. She really did hate this song, but maybe soon Lily would let her change it for something a little more... her. Something a bit less twee, perhaps, like Arch Enemy's Rise of the Tyrant. Yeah, that would be badass. Oh, right, her music was playing!

At a bit of a jog Anne descended the ramp towards the ring. Her ring attire was little more than her street clothes: a white band t-shirt, a red miniskirt, low top converse sneakers, one thigh high fishnet stocking full of catches and snags, and one pristine black silk stocking with laces printed up the backs. Her dyed black hair bounced and swung wild and unkempt about her shoulders, her pink forelock dipping down before her eyes and back up again. In a fluid motion she threw herself into the ring sliding on her belly only to pop up onto her knees. Throwing her arms into the air displaying twin "metal horns" and tossing her head back with a rebel yell she waited until the lights darkened in preparation for her opponent's entrance. She hadn't bothered doing any research, some dude, all she needed to know. Rising to her feet she crossed the ring, rested her back casually against the ropes, and watched.

James was in his room, drinking a bottle of whisky when suddenly a knock on the door, "Yeah, I know." he groaned and took his shirt off before heading back stage. He opened the door to the ramp and walked down the ramp. He wore black lace up boots and a pair of blue jeans. His hair was a snow white and his eyes were a sea green. He gave out high fives to the fans before he slid into the ring and went to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

Anne drifted to her corner as James approached the ring in a casual, almost nonchalant manner. Well, he wasn't wearing a stripper's police costume like she was imagining... She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing though. Entrance music wasn't bad either; now she really wanted to change hers to something cool. Maybe "only anarchists are pretty".

Now, time for some violence. Anne's face twisted with a wolfish grin as she eyed her victim. Both wrestlers now waited for the bell that would release them and begin the match. There wasn't long to wait.

Ding-ding!

The rocker-girl dashed forward across the ring attempting to throw herself at James in a body splash, trapping him in his corner. Of course, if he didn't wait for her to get there she would just try it any-old-place. "Yaaaah!"

James stared at his opponent from across the ring, but was startled when she screamed as she charged him once the bell rang. He grunted as her body splash connected and he gasped for breath, leaning against the female's body.

Anne's body collided with James' squishing him into his corner to the sound of the turnbuckle springs squeaking beneath their pads. With a grunt of exertion she hoped to maintain the momentum of her assault and take charge of this match early. Drawing back a half step she would reach past the man to take a hold of the middle rope and propel her shoulder in towards his midsection in a short charge, ramming him back against the post.

James's eyes widened and he gasped as she rammed her shoulder into his midsection. Never had he felt this much pain since his last match. His bones crunching under the weight of a bear hug, depriving his body of the life sustaining oxygen he needed. This was much worse, every breath he took was short lived with each ram from his opponent and slowly the world began to spin.

Confidence, perhaps a false confidence, began to fill Anne as the first moments of the match seemed to fall in her favor. Her aggression seemed to have caught him off guard, which was really what she relied upon in most cases. It was her only strategy.

After only a few of these charges against James' midsection she would leave off, hoping to escalate the damage. Standing upright again the rockergirl would stare up at him with her cold blue eyes full of malice, an arm sliding around his chest and across his back until they were nearly side-by-side. Unless he had some trick up his sleeve she would attempt a simple hip toss, throwing the man down to the mat in preparation for further belligerence.

James groaned softly and looked down at her, chuckling softly, "That all you got?" he asked and began to chuckle weakly until he felt himself thrown over her hip. He gasped for air to regain the breath he had lost from those slams and he hit the mat. He arched his back and tried to grip it with one arm while the other one flailed around in the air. He had skinned his back on the landing and it hurt like hell.

Anne panted doggedly as she tried to keep up an unsustainable pace of attack. Placing a hand upon the top rope and a foot upon the bottom she stared down at her flattened opponent as he writhed upon the mat. "Oh, boy, there's so much more that I could do to you..." With that she would begin to climb to the top of the post, her blue and white striped cotton panties plainly visible to him as she ascended. "Some of it you might even like." If she managed to make it to the top of the post she would stand erect extending an arm skyward to proudly display the 'metal horns' gesture. The audience cheered, either in anticipation of what was to come or because she gave the front rows easy sight of her panties from where she was.

James panted softly and groaned a little as he lay helpless, he closed his eyes, thinking that he would be safe to catch his breath, "I hope so, I still haven't been able to fully recover from my last match." he panted and continued to lay there. Once he realized that he wasn't safe, he tried to rise, but groaned in pain, falling back down on his back. He held his stomach and cried out in pain.