Mystis vs. David Obsidian Blake

As Dave hit the ground she didn't get the satisfying groan she wanted. Instead she felt him already moving and from last time she knew an attack was inbound. This time she rolled away from him before coming to her feet avoiding some nasty kicks. She'd look at him with a grin as she'd start to move in towards him.

When she avoided his kicks he couldn't stop the look of awe on his face, "You're pretty good! Been a while since I fought someone who can match me for speed. You got serious talent...along with some good looks"

He gave her a playful wink as she drew closer. He needed to make a dent in her defenses and options raced through his mind. He settled for a punch to the skull, but it was a feint to leave her wide open to a hard kick to her leg, forcing her to a knee. If it was successful, Dave would grab the back of her head and slam her into the mat face first.

She grinned as he gave her a compliment, she didn't mind receiving those every now and again. Right now she was focused on the match and winning. Her hands up she kept her eyes on Dave and his next move.

As the punch came in she slapped it away before letting out a cry as he kicked her knee. Her leg buckled and she dropped to a knee. Though not willing to just let him have his way when he went to grab her hair she drive straight forward slamming her head into his abs at the same time she'd grab his legs and pull them out from underneath him.

Damn this girl was good! Dave managed to get her down to a knee, but she turned the tables once more, headbutting his abs and pulling his legs out. Not content to let her have the advantage, he planted his feet in her gut before pushing up, flipping her up and over his prone form to land painfully on her back behind him.

This match just kept going back and forth as Dave sent Mystis over head after she just put him down and landed on her back. She let out a groan as she rolled over on to her hands and knees pushing herself up. She let out a few breaths slowing her breathing down.

Dave got to his feet, with the two fighters staring each other down. This was one of Dave's closest matches, with no clear evidence as to who would win. The crowd was eating it up, with equal amount of fans voicing their support. Chants of "Mystis! Mystis!" and "David! David!" seem to intermingle in the air.

"Seems we got them excited," Dave chuckled, jerking his head to the crowd, but never taking his eyes off her as he went to her, before scooping her up in his arms, only to bring her crashing back down in a slam.

Mystis was determined not to let Dave make the first move as he came at her. So she charged straight at him lifting her knee up to blast him right in his abs. If she was able to connect she'd quickly move around behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. This time she went for a devastating german suplex and would bridge it out into a pin!

"Dave's eyes widened as she slammed into him, knocking the air out of his lungs. He staggered for a moment, feeling her wrap her arms around him. There was a brief moment of weightlessness as she lifted him clean off the ground before she brought him painfully back down in a german suplex. He lay there, dazed as the ref began the count. Just as the ref got to the count of one, Dave gave a yell, twisting his body to break the count.

Mystis let out a small sigh as Dave was able to break free of the pin, but he had to be feeling some damage at this point. She didn't hesitate as she got up quickly, if Dave was still down she'd plant her ass right on his back. If that all happened with out incident she'd pull his arms so they draped over her legs and then put her hands on his chin and pulled locking in a came clutch.

Dave groaned a bit, when he felt Mystis start to move to sit on his back. Twisting his body to face her, he sent a kick straight to her chest. The move wasn't meant to hurt her as much as it was to give him some more space. Jumping to his feet, he used the crucial few seconds to tackle her into the corner post, using all his weight to slam her back first into the turnbuckles. He kept close to her, aiming more punches to her stomach as their faces remained inches from each other.