John Carnaby vs Marisa Freya Armfield - Pretty Little Picture

Match Rules: Standard


In the back of the Tension arena John Carnaby was sitting in his group's personal locker room, alone as it were. Truth be told he was glad to be apart from Ryan and Lucy, with his boss being ever more active during the night than the day and Lucy kicking him in the shins last night it made the artist want nothing more than to wring her like a piece of taffy. Needless to say John wasn't exactly keen to be with them right now, he'd not turn his back on them however, Ryan was a brother to him and hey they fight sometimes. On the upside the artist had been seeing the idol Kotone, who was really a bright spot. Yeah it definitely was, the way she teased and caressed him all over was like a healing salve and narcotic rolled into one. That time she wrote that song for him was just......harmonic~

The artist had gotten a match booked for tonight against a newcomer to Tension called Marisa Freya Armfield, heck of a name. Sounded like some kind of action heroine there, he'd gotten a look at a picture of her and damn she was a cutie. Anything else though was a mystery for John, not that it would deter him, quite the opposite actually he was quite intrigued even. The lad was confident in his abilities as per usual, he knew how to handle himself in the ring and was able to teach too if his mentorship of Kotone was anything to go by. John texted the idol before getting himself looked in the mirror. 

Spoiler:

Dressed in a black leather shirt that had his chest opened, with belts crossing around his top and waist and black leather trousers and leather shoes. Every bit as creative as he liked, the artist would crack his neck and head outside into the hallway where he'd make his way to the entrance ramp. John stood with his arms folded near the curtains, he breathed in and out. John wasn't the one to really feel nerves nowadays anyways, standing ever so confident as he prepared for this match. Sure enough his entrance theme Duomo Di Sirio began to blare from the speakers with the artist making his way out the curtain.

John stood ever so composed, a smirk on his features in response to the loud roars and boos from the crowd. They never really liked him and his fellows to begin with, so he paid no heed to them as he strode down the entrance ramp and slipped into the ring. There he simply made his way to a far corner and stood there with his arms folded, John was feeling confident about himself here today. If nothing else he could use this chance to face a newcomer to Tension and not have to let history get in the way here he reasoned, wouldn't be long now till she showed up~

Inside the lockers room the next debutant in the AFW scene was making her preparations. The purple-haired woman looked at herself in the mirror. Her purple bodysuit fit her body like a glove and the leathery parts on top helped her covering her most private parts wile still being suggestive enough, all adorned with decorative straps that made the full combination look really good. The outfit highlighted the woman’s well toned but still curvy body in a way that still protected her from the more touchy-feely kind of rivals. “Damn you look good girl.”, thought the woman while she ran a hand through her backside while looking at herself. Yes, Marisa Freya was so eager to get in the stage.

Marisa Freya Armfield:

But first of all Marisa had to run some warmup routine. That was also her final checkup on the comfort and flexibility that suit had to offer. It responded perfectly when she started making long stretches, finishing in a full leg split. Marisa took a mental note to congratulate the AFW wardrobe department for that wonderful piece of attire. While she was running in place in order to break some sweat she thought of her rival for that night. The man named John Carnaby had way more experience in the federation than her, but that wouldn’t discourage the woman. She wanted to take the AFW by storm, and in order to do that she needed to be at her prime that night, so there was no place for nervousness or anxiety. The good part of her rival having a more traceable background was that it was so easy for her to do some research and find videos on him. John looked like a proficient wrestler, and Marisa also liked the style the man had in how he moved in his matches. Yes, that looked like a more than suitable first rival.

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Finally on the backstage, Marisa didn’t have to wait much longer until her entrance theme started rocking. She made her way down the ramp with a decent pace, not stopping to interact with the crowd but not disregarding their support either. She walked confidently, but not in a way that made her look all over her head. Marisa had a pretty clear idea of how she wanted to look to the crowd and that was why she walked with a solemn aura to her but without looking smug or too arrogant. She was pretty aware of the fact that she needed not only to perform good in her matches but also present herself as someone cool to follow, so she made her best in making a good impression without renouncing to her personality.

Once she was in the ringside, Marisa made a final bow and wave to the crowd before entering the ring. Once she was inside there was no room in her mind for anything but that rival who was waiting. He was the same height as her, but was way heavier and the woman needed to compensate that in the match. “He also looks good.” Marisa had a look at John while she got closer to him in order to greet that man and test the waters, see what kind of rival he might be. “Nice to meet you John Carnaby. I hope you are ready for this dance...”, she would say in a soft-spoken and polite tone, offering a formal handshake. The ball was on John’s roof now. Depending on what kind of reaction and attitude the man showed Marisa’s mindset towards the match and that rival were going to change. She was still trying to win with all her might, but having a friendly competition was always better than a begrudgingly rival, even more in one’s debut.

John was never the sort to feel nerves, though when one fought the unknown you could certainly at least feel a twinge of those aforementioned woes. The artist was confident in his skills, but he was wanting to know who this opponent was already so he could get a read on them. John to calm himself was finding himself bouncing up and down on the spot and shuffling around side to side, breathing in and out to steady himself. Strange as it was he actually felt a great deal of excitement here even, quite a number of people knew about the way John and his group carried themselves now. Hell Lucy caused a ruckus in the arena every week just because she could. Here this person might not know about it, so John could just have a match and not have to worry about anything else. It'd honestly be a breath of fresh air.......

Regardless the scribe wouldn't have to wait very long here, because after hearing a music track it could only mean his opponent for tonight Marisa was making her way to the ring. John's keen eyes could already see her from afar and......damn, what a figure! That suit of hers hugged those curves and was totally stylish, it creatively blended all together to show her ample bust and curvy hips and those legs. Damn they went on and on for days, she actually seemed the same height as him even and around the same age too. Delightful, Marisa was making a grand first impression so far with the artist. 

Marisa didn't seem to be much in the way of expression here as she made her way to the ring, John chalked this up to first match jitters. The artist wasn't green in the ring anymore given he could teach a cute idol how to run the ropes and thensome, but he could still remember the first time he came down that ramp. So he'd not have faulted the empress lady on that one. She looked at him there, John lightly puffed out his chest there. Just to show his highly toned frame there with a polite smile, it was fine if Marisa checked John out there. He was no narcissist but John being the creative lad that he was made sure to take care of his looks, first impressions were important after all. 

The lady extended a hand forward there and formally greeted the artist here, John inwardly found it quite endearing. In particular when she referred to this match as a dance, John's smile widened and he just couldn't help himself here. John would nod with his head and say aloud "Heya there, Marisa yeah? Welcome to Tension, let's make it a good one~" John figured since she mentioned it and he wanted to lighten the mood here a bit, help Marisa get comfortable here a bit and stuff. So the artist would take the hand Marisa offered him, before smirking and then gently drag her towards him and get his other arm around her waist and step forward with a couple of slow spins to dance with the empress lady there! He kept a calm gaze at her with a smirk, it earned a few chuckles and some catcalls from the fans in attendance. No doubt many a guy and girl wished they were on either side of that there, John would end it by sending Marisa back to her corner after the second spin and step backwards to lean on his corner's turnbuckles with a smirk and say "Don't worry I dance better in wrestling than I do there......"


Wouldn't be long before the bell rang here and John was already eager to go, for the first time in he didn't know how long he actually felt like he'd be able to enjoy himself here.......

“Wha-?” Marisa knew well enough the wrestling world to have some experience with nasty rivals who just liked to throw low blows or treacherous strikes when an honest rival would attempt to make some formal approach like she did. The wrestling media was full of devious fighters who would take their rival’s attempt at a friendly greet and turn it in a head start for the match in their favor, so when she noticed John taking her hand but quickly dragging her towards him. It was a gentle move instead of a sudden one, so if there was foul play in there it had to be clumsy foul play. Marisa was ready to reverse whatever John could be thinking and take him down, but what happened after surprised the always alert Marisa.

Instead of going for some rushed attack that would surely get the match going his way, John went for something completely unexpected and out of the blue he got Marisa’s invitation to dance and made it a reality, holding the purple haired’s hand while she wrapped his other arm around her waist. Marisa allowed the man to lead her around the ring a couple of times and throw some spins. Their dance skills wouldn’t be the best out there, but they were having some fun fooling around while the crowd scratched their heads in disbelief. “You know, I was so ready to take you down if you had tried something, I’m glad I didn’t.”, she let out with some playfull smile. Let there be no misunderstanding: Marisa was mentally prepared to go to war that night, but having that kind of exchange, knowing that her rival was eager to set that kind of mood for the match was reassuring for the debutant. She wasn’t going to hold back or make the competition less fierce, but she would rather face a rival in those almost friendly terms than in a grudge.

The ball was over and John released Marisa, who got closer to her corner with a spin and made a final bow to her dance partner. The sight of a woman in a bodystocking making that kind of move out of a ballroom was a sight to behold even if so strange. The Empress was happy now that she was almost sure that her rival wasn’t going to be a nasty one. “Now show me what you've got, John Carnaby.”, she said with a wink. Then the bell rang and Marisa’s face and presence changed completely. There was still a playful hint on her eyes, but her gaze and pose adpoting a guard stance showed a woman who was fully focused on the match at that point. The purple-haired needed to know what that man was about when wrestling and how he would tackle combat against someone lighter than him like she was. That was why Marisa decided to take the cautious approach. She started slowly circling the ring, always having an escape route while her gaze would never leave John. Her moves looked slow but hinting that she could spring like a trap anytime, trying to provoke her rival into a rushed attack that would surely go wrong for him.

John was fully aware that he might end up with a slap on the face or something else happening to him as a response to this gesture, granted he had taken it slower instead of just yanking Marisa towards him. Otherwise she might have reacted quite poorly there, which quite frankly would have been the farthest thing from the artist's mind. John was always of the belief that regardless of one's demeanour and nature if they're just in to a new place you welcome them warmly, it also totally wasn't because Marisa had a rocking hot body that was tastefully dressed for combat. 

The lad was pleased to find out that Marisa would play ball with him here, if her cheeky reaction to it all was anything to go by. The empress spoke of how she was ready to have taken the artist down had he tried anything foul there, had Marisa been facing Lucy no doubt something would have occurred. However John wanted to make this an enjoyable battle and figured a little pre match flourish was the way to go about this......

"Heh I'm glad to, you did say dance after all and figured it was only proper~" John said with a smirk, he knew that he'd have a hard task ahead of him if her poise and attire was anything to go by. But Marisa needed to lighten up a bit there, you should feel a sense of fulfilment when you hit the ground running after all. Plus it helped the artist get a better sense the kind of person Marisa was, to see if she would be responsive to this sort of thing. While she did tense up to signal that it was go time he could tell from the look in her eyes that yeah she was being friendly there, perfect. Some natural chemistry there.

Regardless the bell had rung and it was go time, in response to Marisa's words he'd say "You betcha, don't disappoint on your debut dearie~" with the artist settling into a stance, arms slightly outstretched with his palms open. It seemed that Marisa was a cautious sort, fair considering John was taking a more similar approach too. John decided to take the opening move here, be aggressive and get Marisa to start doing stuff so he could get a read of what she's about. So John would shift in close, feinting a shuffle to the right before darting down and forwards to try and slip into her guard, wrap his arms tightly around her waist and take the empress to the mat with a belly to belly suplex!

Marisa had her good share of fun with John by breaking the ice with their improvised dance session. It helped the purple-haired a lot since now she was more aware of what to expect from that man, and feeling some kind of chemistry eased her mind about the match. Marisa was a competitive one and would do her best in order to get the win and was sure that John would do the same and not hold his punches, but at least she knew that after the match they could shake hands friendly and that there wouldn’t be any ill intentions in that match. In her career in America, Marisa had experienced both ends of rivals and she would take a friendly one way before a nasty vengeful one.

The time for games was over as both wrestlers circled each other just after the bell rang while reading their rival, looking for any weaknesses or open spots they could exploit. Still, John had some room for teasing as he impelled Marisa not to disappoint on her debut. “You can count on that. You will learn I never disappoint.”, she said with a low tone as she evaluated John’s stance.

The first one to break that staredown was John. When Marisa noticed him shuffling to the right she thought that the man might be trying to surround her to catch her from the flank or even back, so she quickly shifted her balance in line with his moves. The only downside to that was that John had been feigning that move, and now Marisa was quite open. With a quick move, John secured some grip on the purple-haired and sent her on a belly to belly suplex.

“Uagh!” A deaf thud and a groan of pain was the only sounds that move made. Since it was so early in the match and Marisa still had a lot of strength to her not much was needed for her to get released after the throw. Then, with catlike reflexes Marisa got first on her knees and then on her feet while breaking a distance. John had managed to catch her off guard, but she would work so that thing woulnd’t happen again. She decided to go for some mind games, try tricking John into rushing another attack. “Good one. After all it might be true that you wrestle better than you dance...”, she said with a smirk on her face that impliedt hat it was a joke, that she was actually commending her rival for his throw and cunning strategizing while also challenging John to go further, to risk more in his attack.

Boom there it was, the match was now underway. John was gonna welcome this newcomer here by taking the forward thinking fight here against Marisa and slamming her down into the mat with that belly to belly, it was more like a nice, friendly wrestling hug to bring in the new wrestler and show that it was gonna be an uphill battle! Funny enough the artist's keen senses had picked up Marisa's scent there, fruity and sweet, delightful~ The artist was curious to see how the creative empress lady would take this from here, perhaps if she was too stunned John might transfer this to another move. Get on the ground and roll around there to keep the pace how the artist might like it~

As it turned out however the match had just started, so Marisa was as fresh as a spring daisy and spry to boot. She'd manage to recover quite quickly and slip right out from under the artist with feline grace levels of movement, it actually left the scribe actually a bit surprised there even. Regardless he kept a cool poker face on his features as he sized up the empress lady there, alright. Not bad, took it in stride there despite the numb pain there in her back for sure. Marisa tried to seemingly shield that by making a witty remark about him being a better wrestler than dancer.

Showing his complete comfort on the mat John was in a crouched and primed position, he wasn't going to really back down anyway considering that earlier thing to begin with anyway. The artist smirked and quickly aimed to try and slip to the side before lunging at Marisa again, shooting his arms out to try and grab hold of Marisa's nearest leg and go for a single leg takedown!

Things had started in a slow pace and it was natural. After all, none of the two contestants knew much of their rival. Marisa had seen some videos of John but that wasn’t enough to form a proper image of how that man used to fight, and being the purple-haired a debutant there was absolutely no way Carnaby could know anything concerning her stragegies. That was a pretty valious asset and Marisa was so eager to make use of that. As things were, John had managed to show some of his prowess by catching Marisa off-guard with a belly to belly suplex. Based on his movements it looked like the man was ready to follow-up with some other movements, but Freya had something to say about that, quickly recovering and getting on guard again. She knew that now that he caught her once John was going to start feeling more confident, but in the end she couldn’t have expected to face a wrestling match and not get hit even once. She would do her best not to see herself thrown like that again though.

Seeing how her rival was slightly crouching and in a primed position, Marisa could try and predict what John could be trying next. Her guess was that he would try and get a hold on one of her legs in order to take the fight to the mat. A grappling contest was a good choice since it was her specialty, but she was resolved not to have it begin in John’s terms. When the man feinted to the side and lunged forwards, Marisa did nothing to prevent him from grasping one of her legs. What she did instead was using that momentum he had to let herself fall on her back, dragging the man with her at the same time she would wrap her free leg around John’s stomach, locking her ankles together and squeezing in a powerful bodyscissor, one of Marisa’s favorite submission holds!

John was told that 9 out of 10 fights would end up on the ground at some point eventually, it was why he favoured the mat work more than anything else at the end of the day. Might as well have a knack for it so that when you went up into it you weren't helpless, that said John despite the skill he had didn't have any formal martial arts background there. He could put on a clinic on his opponents if he got a good enough hold but sometimes he tended to make his attempts a bit too obvious here and there, usually if John's opponents were fresh they could if they were fast enough beat him to the movement. 

Case in point here with Marisa, if anything the artist wasn't going to consider this sort of catch and counter a big loss or the end of the world. It had just begun and he knew he could last and go the distance, John could take whatever the empress lady was going to try here and use it to learn. Or at least that would help him feel a bit better after he was gonna get smacked by whatever Marisa was gonna try on him here.

As it turned out the empress was gonna play along and head down to the mat with the handsome artist, John wasn't expecting this actually. Usually even those who were comfortable on the mat like BJJ users would try to jockey for position on their own terms and counter an opponent but Marisa was showing familiarity with the mat game already here in the keen artistic eyes of John Carnaby. It seemed that his fancy opponent here was more than willing to go there, suggesting a great confidence in her ability too. 

This was shortly proven as Marisa promptly wrapped her legs tightly around John as they both fell to the mat with a lethal bodyscissors! Instantly John hissed out through his teeth and put his hands on the mat to steady himself in this submission/full mount, on the bright side he had a nice upclose view of the empress that almost seemed intimate were it not for the sharp pain being shot through his ribs. He was staying focused as best he could even with this beautiful view of the lady. 

"Hgn....n-not bad....." John muttered out and managing a smirk, but he wasn't going to just sit idly by and let Marisa wring him out. The scribe would buckle up and lean in close and try and go for a feint upwards to try and get her to shuffle with him before suddenly shifting side to side and delivering some elbow shots to her chest area to give her something to be occupied with!

John Carnaby had approached the match with some energy and eagerness to show what he could do, aiming to get the advantage and also impress the crowd in the process. He had managed to do so by getting the first hit on Marisa, but now the Empress wanted to regain control of the events of the match, but to do so she was going something she was pretty good at: play the illusion of John having a hold on what was going on and then making a flashy reversal.

That was exactly what Marisa did when her rival tried to get her from the side and take her down by holding her leg. The end result was Marisa hitting the mat with John in some sort of mount position, but with her long legs wrapped around his abdomen in a way that allowed Freya to squeeze the hell out of him while asserting dominance with some energy draining move while highligting her legs and also make a statement in coolness and strength. Damn, how she loved scissor holds. Of course some resistance was to be expected from John, and that was when the man started throwing his elbow against Marisa’s chest.

Both wrestlers’ position in that hold wasn’t the ideal for Marisa to heavily punish her rival. That one would have been a lying on the side one, but having John mounting her gave the man some leverage he could use in his favor, and also some good positioning to throw his elbow against her. The first elbow strike connected with her upper chest area and Marisa groaned in pain from the impact, but now she was warned about what to expect, so she managed to catch John’s arm when he was trying to get another impact. The hit almost made Marisa weaken her hold, but in the end she could maintain her ankles locked together. “Nuh-uh-uh!!”, she chanted in a playful tone while squeezing him once again. “Would you hit me with that nasty elbow? I feel hurt...” Of course Marisa was capable of sustaining more pain, but she was also aware of how mind tricks could give her some advantage. She only needed John to buy that poor defenseless woman part, and she had to admit she was enjoying playing that part, feeling some chemistry with that guy who was slowly not being a complete stranger anymore.