KO Match! Abigail Snow vs Julia Hiroshi!

KO Match!

Condition: First one to knock out their opponent wins.

Abigail:

Abigail would be taking deep breathes in the locker room. Another night, another match. This time against Julia Hiroshi. Reviewing her opponent's past matches, and looking a bit into her history, a gymnast. This would be tricky considering that she her opponent would be extremely flexible with her background but Abigail was quite flexible herself, and an acrobat if she wasn't being modest. Hearing her theme start playing, Abigail would exit the locker room and head towards the arena. These past few weeks, she had been making a slow recovery since her humiliation she received from Touko but she was feeling better now, no longer ignoring everyone save for Manager. The crowd would cheer loudly for her, especially some of her die hard fans.

As she walked down the ramp, she smiled at them, a thing that's been starting to become famous; the gentle smile of the Silent Strategist. She would reach the ring, and hop up and over the top ropes, doing a somersault in the air before landing in the middle of the ring, on both her feet. The crowd went wild for her acrobatic display. Turning around, she would watch the backstage for her opponent to appear.

Julia could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She was filled with nervous energy as she watched her opponent make her entrance. Today was another chance to show everyone what she was made of. To make things even better, in this match it would be mandatory for her to to what she liked to do best, getting her opponent in a choke hold and knocking them out. Her opponent was roughly the same size as her and as such Julia figured the match could easily go very well for her.

Hearing her music play, the gymnast made her way to the ring. She was all smiles as she waved to the crowd and crawled into the ring. She waved to her opponent and started to stretch. She bent down to touch her toes, showing off her rear, clad in bright blue tights that matched her hair. As expected this drew applause from the crowd. She also donned a blue and purple sports bra as well as a purple jacket.

Julia:

Finishing her stretches, Julia turned to her opponent and held her hand out to shake. "Ok so how do you want to be knocked out? Sleeper hold or pass out from pain...or maybe something else?" She teased, laughing a little bit as she anticipated the look on her opponent's face.

Abigail would watch as Julia exited from backstage, making her way down the ramp into the ring. Watching the bluenette stretch, Abigail couldn't help but notice her chest area, and looking down at her own before blushing. She wondered if Manager liked big breasts but would quickly shake away the thought, blushing madly when her opponent finished her stretches and offered a handshake. Abigail would accept it and when she heard Julia's fighting words, Abigail would reply with fighting words of her own.

"I think I'd prefer if you were the one doing the sleeping Miss Hiroshi," Abigail said confidently with a smile before breaking the handshake and backing up to her corner, "May the best wrestler win." Once the two of them backed up to their corner, the bell would ring and Abigail would immediately go into a more defensive position, her mind switching to Strategist-Mode and going over every little detail she knew about Julia, ready on her feet if her opponent dashed at her.

Julia wasn't one to be very self conscious, but she definitely noticed Abigail checking her out. She gave the girl a quick wink before approaching her and teasing. Julia giggled at her foe's retort. "Haha I think you need to practice your teasing. I'm hoping as much as your wrestling honestly but I doubt it." The gymnast said with a smile. She quickly went to her corner and waited for the bell to ring. As the bell rang, Julia would slowly approach her opponent. Seeing as how Abigail made no indication of wanting to make a move, Julia was a bit puzzled about how to start the match.

Deciding to just test the waters for now, Julia would take a quick step forward and throw a kick towards her opponent's ribs. She was hoping to stagger the other girl so that she could move in for a grapple. At the very least she was hoping to break Abigail's stance so a follow up would be fruitful.

Abigail's ears redden in embarrassment when Miss Hiroshi teased her about her own teasing. Abigail would sheepishly back away when the bell rang to signify the match beginning. Getting into a battle ready stance, Abigail's eyes widen when Julia would immediately take a quick step forward shoot out a kick to her rib. Time would slow down as Abigail's mind kick into Strategist Mode.

"Julia Hiroshi. Age: 19. Height: 5'6. Weight: 120 lbs. Specialty: Knock out submissionist. Favoured moves: Sleepers. Current attack; surprise kick to rib. Best course of counter: Block, grab, swing," Abigail's mind calculated as time would start to move faster once again, and Abigail would take the kick to her rib, letting out a grunt. But instead of staggering back, Abigail would quickly grab hold of Julia's shapely thighs and start spinning, pulling Julia with her. Abigail would grit her teeth as she would spin Julia around once before launching her to the ropes. Calculating the rebound time, Abigail prepared herself and would dash at Julia with a clothesline!

Julia's kick connected but unfortunately her opponent held on. The gymnast hopped awkwardly in place for a second before she was just launched into the ropes. "Hey wai...waaah!" She yelled as she was sent flying in a different direction. Abigail seemed to be surprisingly strong for someone of her size and stature. The bluenette hit the ropes but managed to hold on, her body swinging forward before her arms pulled her back.

Julia would have preferred to just relax for a second and get her bearings but Abi was quick to come barreling towards her. Thinking fast, the gymnast would hop up, using her arms on the rope for some support, and kick her feet out in hopes of stopping her foe in their tracks. "Not today you don't!" She yelled with a smile as she launched her legs out towards her foe once she was fairly close.

As Abigail watched Julia hit the ropes, she started charging but eyes would widen as Julia was able to grab onto the ropes to keep herself from rebounding off the ropes, and then hopping up. Time would slow down as Abigail's mind went back into Strategist-Mode, scolding herself for forgetting to incorporate the possibility of Julia stopping herself. She would see in slow-motion that Julia's legs were getting ready to launch a double kick at her while using the ropes to support her weight. Quickly doing the calculations, Abigail would tsk as her calculations proved that she wouldn't be able to dodge it but at least lower the damage.

Letting out a sigh, time would resume and she would be able to slow herself down just enough to skid to a practical stop before Julia launched the kick, hitting her chest. Abigail grit her teeth as she would purposely send herself flying back to lessen the impact and do some flips in the air before landing on both of her feet at the other side of the ring. Standing up properly, she would smile at Julia before suddenly shifting her stance into a boxing stance, raising her arms up and constantly hopping back in forth.

"That was a nice. I did something similar in one of my previous matches. Should've guessed you would be able to with your gymnastic background," Abigail complimented as she would carefully advance closer to Julia with her boxing stance still up.

Julia drove her feet into Abigail's chest and at managed to push her back. She was at least glad to have not taken the clothesline. "Yeah keep flipping. It's only going to tire you out." The gymnast mumbled. She could have shown off too, she even still remembered some of her olympic routine, but the ring wasn't the place to do so. Julia just got back to her feet and looked over her opponent, trying to figure out what the best move was.

Suddenly Julia would see her opponent bounce around in a boxing stance. "I thought we were wrestling, not boxing." She pointed out. The bluenette was not the strongest striker and would much rather stay away from a boxing competition. She quickly wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, realizing she was a bit nervous about trading blows in this manner. For now though she would just stand her ground and try not to get hit in the face. She would gladly take a punch elsewhere though if it gave her the opportunity to take Abigail down.

Abigail wouldn't bother replying back to Julia as she was currently calculating the best plan of attack. She knew Julia wasn't the best striker, that was a dead give away with her specialty lying in submission holds. Of course, if Abigail would decide to go with a full frontal, there was a chance she could overwhelm the gymnast. But she knew that was a risky tactic since it would leave a lot of huge holes in her defences. As she edged closer to Julia, her eyes locked dead-on at her opponent, she would start forming a new plan of attack. That's when an idea popped in her head. Smirking slightly, Abigail would suddenly dash at Julia, appearing as if she was about to throw a right hook when she would suddenly shift her entire body and balance on her left leg, swinging her right leg with all her force and aiming a powerful roundhouse kick to Julia's head!

Julia went to block the right hook but would find that it never came. Instead she was greeted with a kick towards her face. Having her hands already up on that side she was able to block the kick quite easily. The force of it made her stagger to the side however. As she recovered from the kick, Julia saw this as her opportunity to strike. Hoping Abigail wasn't firmly planted on two feet, Julia would lunge towards the girl in an attempt to spear her and get her to the ground. "Got you!" She yelled, hoping that was the case or she would look quite foolish.

It was quickly apparent that Julia was no boxer so she was hoping her maneuver would work. If she got Abigail to the ground she could easily follow up with a quick submission hold, her go to move being an armbar.