The Black Fang vs. Sien Teist - Old School

Alexa knew her way around that hold exceptionally well, at least from a standing position. Had they been on the ground it would have been a different story. Her early years in amateur wrestling? Nope. Training as a professional wrestler? Nope. Then where? A two hour self defense class all the girls had to take for her high school prom, of all places. Along with a variety of ways to subdue attackers with their fingers and go places to kick or punch someone if they were grabbing on you. She had since learned a few other ways around the move, but this one in particular she found to be the quickest and flashest way.

She played along for a bit, but when it was time she made her move. Scooping The Black Fang up in her arms, holding her at her side. The woman was seemingly taken by surprise. That was good, it meant she wouldn't be prepared for what happened next. Alexa slammed her down, pressing the side of her body down on top of her to add to the impact as they shook the ring. As they lay on the mat, she reached out to grab hold of both of The Black Fang's legs to pull the woman into a pinning position, curling her almost entirely onto her shoulders for leverage.

"How the mighty have fallen!"

The official literally jumped to where the two had laid themselves down onto the mat, slamming the canvas with a palm.

"1..!"

Alexa bucked as The Black fang kicked out, nearly falling to the mat herself from having been holding the other woman's legs so tight. She caught herself with a palm, looking back to the masked crusader huffing. She had been close, maybe a bit too close. She rolled out onto her knees, hunkering down over the heroine to take her by the shoulder and hair... she was being a heel after all. Stepping out from her knees she's attempt to drag her to her feet, throwing her hip at her midsection in an attempt to keep her dazed and compliant. "Not so chatty now, hmmm?!"

She needed that to set things up.

Tossing one of the other woman's arms over the back of her neck, she reached past her to grab hold of her thigh and lift. She steadied herself, feet firm, back hunched as she readied herself. If The heroine was unable to break free before this point, Alexa would rock the two of them in a small bob before throwing her weight back, trying to fisherman suplex The Black Fang into a curled hold on the mat. She'd, after a few seconds work to arch her back, bridging the move slowly into another pin attempt.

As they came down she winced. It hadn't been her smoothest landing with the fisherman, despite how practiced with it she had been prior to coming to Japan. Her form tonight was sloppy. She blamed the boots. It took her longer to bridge her back, as a result she may have lost that last second she would have needed.

She had seen it a few times, and she was finally going to do it. There were a few moves that flowed well into being repeated. It was almost like a submission and a power move combined, and in this case, a pin. The longer she stayed locked in, the weaker her opponent would get, and the more effective the move became. It was genius. She planted her back to the mat, kicking her legs to the side to roll them over... to roll them over... to roll... It wasn't working. She couldn't get both her and The Black Fang over and as a result it almost looked like she was flailing on the ground. Her face reddened as she surrendered the woman's leg and neck.

Plan B.

She pushed herself up and hopped over the downed heroine, dashing for the ropes. Turning, she slammed into the top and middle before rocketing back the way she had come. Just as she reached the downed woman she jumped up, kicking out her legs to attempt a leg drop across her upper body! "HYUH!

Alexa normally wasn't one for attacking a downed opponent... well, save for her arsenal of submissions. But tonight she had sworn off of using the majority of them. She had a fear that she might get lucky with a hold and the match would end prematurely, the last thing she wanted was that. This was as much a learning experience for her as it was a newly acquired dream scenario. While She had only known of Black Fang for just over a weak, being face to face with a heroine had always been something she wanted, wrestling or not. This other woman was the embodiment of all the things she wanted for herself.

She wasn't ashamed to admit her jealousy over that. She wanted the cool costumes, the larger than life attitude, and that swell of pride that came from standing for something good and just. It was hard to capture that feel as just some normal girl from Boston. She was always her own biggest detractor.

Though filling the poorly planned boots of the role opposite her dream, it felt good. She was enjoying every moment of this and felt as though she learned more here tonight than she had back home under a legitimate trainer. It put some wind in her sail to feel justified in her choice to come all the way to Japan. When she was coming down off of the high of adrenaline after the match, she would probibly slip into a phase of self loathing and regret again, but for now she was at the top of Everest.

She came off the ropes with a huge grin plastered onto her face. She didn't normally do a whole lot of rope work or running maneuvers. Not because she didn't want to but more because she didn't have a good understanding of when to incorporate them effectively. Now had seemed like a good time.

Which is why she obviously needed a bit more time to work on her running game.

Jumped up at the last moment, letting gravity do the rest as she fell towards the Black Fang. Then she fell towards the floor, her target had gone. She hit the ground hard, frozen in the sitting position as the terrible landing rekindled her hatred for the pain one's tailbone can cause them. She had turned into a sculpture, face locked in a grimace of pain as she breathed out through her teeth.

Alexa was groaning softly, a long sad animal like sound that perfectly expressed her pain at the given moment. She did she try this? She never did leg drops. Especially not running ones. Now she was paying for it. Her eyes followed The Black fang as she dashed past and she couldn't help but be in awe a bit. She was still up and moving, really fast, after all they had done. She really was something else. She blinked behind her goggles as she bounced back, heading straight for her.

"Eeeee!" She lurched forward as she tried to get herself up, the sharp pain from her tailbone shooting through her spine, temporarily paralyzing her. She stared on in horror was The Black Fang closed in. "Nonononono!" She threw up her arms defensively, trying to protect her face.

Her cheeks puffed up before she exhaled roughly into the impact. Head over heels she tumbled backwards, thudding each full revolution until she came to an abrupt halt as she got caught up in the bottom rope. The rope itself pushed up against her abdomen, her lower half was hanging off onto the apron. She slowly lifted her head, swirlie eyed goggles sat one sided as she wearily peered towards The Black Fang. Her very classy green tie had apparently dislodged itself from around her neck in her pilgrimage and now lay in the ring between them.

She slapped a palm to the mat, trying to scoot her shoulder along the canvas while she pulled to try and get herself back into the ring.