Cyber Saturday 2023 - Shinobu vs. Alizeh

Thrusting her leg forward and connecting with the side of her opponent solidly Alizeh was content for only a moment before a equally, if not harder strike came at the same moment, catching Alizeh in the gut and knocking the wind from her and sending her down to the mat. "Ugh..." Alizeh groaned out breathless, punching the mat with a wince as she start to push herself up, not having the luxury of the ropes and thus having to do it under her own willpower. Forcing herself up and looking at her opponent Alizeh would flash a small glare as she heard the woman's words.

"You bet your ass we are..." Alizeh said tersely as she began to circle the President, eyeing her up carefully before darting in and then pivoting on her feet, trying to end up on the side of Shinobu where, if successful Alizeh would cross one leg over the woman's while reaching around her shoulders before jumping backwards, trying to land a russian leg sweep on the woman to open up more offensive opportunities!

Shinobu was quicker to her feet then her rival, she had the assistance of the ropes after all, but madam presidents pride told her she could’ve easily picked herself up. She stifled a laugh as Alizeh punched the mat in frustration but that only seemed to add to her sides displeasure. That glare, small as it was, filled her with such satisfaction, getting under the girls skin was such an easy task, she felt sad for them in the way an owner would a pet aggravated after playing: with pity. The pair would circle each other again, prey eyeing predator but it seemed to go both ways.

She’d scoff at the comment, shrugging her shoulders in disinterest. ”What does my prosterior have anything to do with this? Sneaking peeks are we? I suppose a barabarian does what a barbarian is.” She mused, caught off guard for a split second as Alizeh darted forward. She reached out to grab, her tendrils reaching for anything but she missed, and felt their hip pressed against her own. Their arm wrapped around her neck, she feels the tug, but shinobus left arm hooks along their neck, using her height to pull them forward, she’d look to use her own weight to slam the poor Texan face first into the mat with a Reverse Russian leg sweep. If she managed to connect she’d sit up on her knees and observe her handiwork, hoping to finally shut that annoying mouth of theirs up.

Glaring at her rival as she spoke Alizeh would tsk at the woman. "You know damn well I wasn't speaking literally..." Alizeh breathed out annoyed at the president as she darted in, attempting to get past her guard and side up next to the woman to grab her and pull back for a Russian leg sweep. However Alizeh's eyes would widen feeling an arm wrapped around her own neck and a sudden amount of resistance! 'Damn!' Alizeh thought to herself before getting taken off her feet and swung into the mat face first, her head bouncing off from the sheer force of impact! "GAH!" Yelling out in pain from the hit Alizeh would roll over, holding her face for a moment while turning side to side, clearly stunned by the blow!

It all seemed to come together, Alizeh was impatient and darted forward, although Shinobu was caught off guard for that split moment, managed to come to her senses before the back of her head kissed the canvas. Just as their caramel toned limb met her neck her arm snapped up to meet their own neck, the force was enough to make the fashionista president sneer. Her gaze narrows as a that sneering look seemed to take hold, almost as if this was a trap from the very start. ”You’re mine.” she said, drops of venom spewing from her lips as she uses her weight and a push off from her feet to slam the greenette down face first to the mat.

It immersed her with a depraved sense of satisfaction to see her handy work in person especially when it all came together. The bounce from the impact itself would’ve filled her mind with a scrapbook but the writhing pain rolls and the whines that followed filled her cold heart as it seemed to gives a second wind to the small fire inside.

”I have to say, I really love how that sounds, let’s see if I can make a bit of music. I’ve always wanted to try playing a human instrument.” Her malicious joke seemed to make her Assitant recoil. There was no doubt in her mind that the president had thought about it. Things like that was why she kept her head down, the pay was worth the abuse and leaving didn’t seem like a good idea.

Shinobu would stand over the flopping barbarian, she chuckled finding amusement in Alizeh’s reaction, it reminded her of a beached fish, attempting to return to the sea. This wasn’t the time for games though, she still had to preform and in doing so, meant crushing the Texan for two points. With a grunt, she’d lean down to hook the flopping barbarian’s arms, covering their chest as they tried to ease their pain. The fashionista would attempt to lift the woman to her feet and take advantage of the stunned eyesore.

With a hopefully standing victim, Shinobu would take a step back, winding herself up as she prepares to enjoy the outlet. With a auditable stomp, she’d tuck in her free leg against her body, using the stomp to ground herself and add power to the kick she waiuld fire to disoriented Alizeh’s abdomen.

Thrown violently against the mat hed first by her opponent Alizeh groan softly as she rolled on the mat, trying to ebb the pain away in order to at least try and get back up. Unfortunately for her her however Shinobu was a bit too quick, reacting before Alizeh would stand back up let alone try and retaliate.

Grabbed by the wrists and pulled up to her feet with a wince Alizeh would look at Shinobu, still a bit dazed from the previous impact and thus unable to do anything as the woman stomped down and raised her knee, driving it directly into Alizeh's gut with a massive impact!

"GUAH!" Alizeh yelled out, near immediately collapsing down onto her rear end and clutching her ribs while gasping breathlessl, not able to do much in response to the assault!

With a hard thud to the canvas, Shinobu managed to slam the Texan’s poor face into the mat. Not only that but she managed to drag them to their feet and and plant a decisive knee into their awaiting center. The sound that followed was in fact music to Shinobu’s ears, how nice it was, that she had the oppurtunity to show off her product and beat down some high and mighty upstart. With Alizeh falling to the mat rear first, it put quite the damper on her plans. This wouldn’t do not at all. She didn’t consider that they would collapse from a knee to the gut of all things.

A renewed anger swept through the fashionista as her fingers rake through Alizeh’s hair, snatching up their grassy hair and tugging her forward. “You’ve got some nerve landing on your backside while I was in the middle of something. Guess we’ll have to start again.” She quips, pulling the Texan to her feet if she so willingly complied.

True to her word, if Alizeh didn’t break free or counter, another knee would fire into their clutched stomach. Her knee would drive in with the same ferocity and venom as the first. This time, Shinobu wouldn’t let them fall, instead if her rival had taken the blow, her fingertips would have found a home in the girls sleeveless shoulder, just by the cuff of her neck. Granted everything went as Madam President had envisioned she’d move into her next phase with the greenette in tow.

She’d keep her malleable opponent bent over, her leather covered leg drapes over their neck as if threatening to take it like some burly headsmen. With her fingers now free of the disgusting prison, they’d hook instead around the woman’s wrist, lifting it up and back towards Shinobu. If her plan continued uninterrupted, she’d snake their arm behind her back, just by her shoulder and would wrench. She’d apply her weight and tug their arm back with them to strain those muscles. Taking away a limb was a death sentence for most wrestlers, she was no exception but, she surmised the Texan could go without this arm for the match~.

Taking a knee to the gut and having the wind knocked out of her Alizeh was knocked flat on her ass from the sheer unexpectedness of the strike that left her breathless. Unfortunately this didn't seem to be exactly what her opponent had wanted and she expressed with some.. less than idea words along with grabbing Alizeh by the hair. "Ngh!" Alizeh grunted as she was hauled up, unable to respond to Robin's words before taking a second knee to the gut! "Gah!" Alizeh groaned out but managed to stay on her feet this time, though partially as a result of Shinobu's grip on her.

This left Alizeh open for the older woman to place a leg over her neck while grabbing her arm, pulling back for a unorthodox but definitely painful hold that made Alizeh grit her teeth to keep from yelling out in pain as a response. 'Damn.. I can't let her treat me like this.. not without payback!' Alizeh thought to herself, coiling her free arm around her foe's standing leg before pulling it while stepping backwards, looking to take her opponent's leg out from under her and let her crash into the mat! If successful Alizeh would sigh in relief... Before glaring at Shinobu and trying to use the caught leg to roll the woman over onto her stomach and sitting back, attempting to lock her into a single leg boston crab hold!

Did it annoy her to do this a second time? Not particularly, no this was an activity she would much rather have to try again. It was different dealing with things that had a dedicated deadline and more so when investors were blowing up your emails or ringing the phone nonstop. This on the other hand was stress relieving and the poor Texan was doing a fantastic job. Another knee strike drives into the girls exposed gut, another satisfying groan fills her ears making her sigh in relief.

With her help, Alizeh was exactly where she wanted them, she felt a bit better now but still getting peeks of that leopard print immediately sent her back to square one. With her leg like a gullotine drapped over the fresh, clean neck of her victi. She considered dropping to “take their head” but what she had in mind seemed more practical. With her tendrils snaking their arm back and up against her ribs, she tugs backward, wrenching the greenettes body like a cork from a wine bottle. Shinobu was to focused on the task at hand that when she felt their arm wrap around her thigh it was too late.

Her leg swept out from underneath her, the canvas was no where to be found until she hit the mat back first. In the midst of the commotion, the fashionista’s caught leg acted like a placeholder as her free leg came clamping down. Although she had been taken down to the mat she reached down to snatch up Alizeh’s wrist, her thighs squeezing the caught limb between them as if trying to crush it. The president would even go so far as to cross her ankles if she managed to lock in her arm bar.

Her Assitant monitored the pad, interests began to peek but of course it was for reasons other then the actual style and design…well they weren’t constructive. Still, orders began to pour in, she supposed that despite the outcome, the fact they were pulling in some sales would at least guarantee a less than awful night after the match… she hopes.

Caught in a unorthodox hold by her opponent Alizeh would wince and groan slightly in pain as her arm was pulled painfully back and her neck was bent down with unyielding pressure that made it hard to think for a moment. But think she did and Alizeh was able to wrap her arm around the fashionista's leg, pulling it back and bringing the woman down from under her to the mat to hopefully free herself from the move and get some degree of freedom from the woman.

Unfortunately however Shinobu was as quick off her feet as Alzieh on her own. Thus as the woman fell she would wrap her legs around Alizeh's arm, trapping her in a tight and painful armbar submission! "Agh!" Alizeh yelled out in pain as the joint in her shoulder was pulled back, her arm extended out to its limit for a painful submission! 'Damn!' Alizeh thought to herself, but despite the increased pain of the hold, there was at least something else Alizeh could do.

Reaching across herself with her arm Alizeh would look to grasp her own hand that was held captive by Shinobu with her free hand. Should she be successful in doing so, than Alizeh would at least manage to mitigate things as they were. However Alizeh wouldn't look to settle for just mitigating the damage, she wanted to do even more than that. Pulling on her hand Alizeh would attempt to pull herself up, consequently pulling her foe's legs up and folding the woman in half as Alizeh tried to force a reversal from the armbar into a pinfall attempt!

Her legs locked around the limb with conviction as she tugs it close to her frame. Alizeh was little more then her play thing, she supposed if she kept this up she’ll earn those points before too long. Shinobu shook her head, that’s not what she should be focusing on right now, not entirely. The fashionista strains her lower body, tightening her thighs around their captured limb, threatening to pop their shoulder right from the socket but what she didn’t expect was Alizeh to suddenly act. Perhaps it was her own fault for not continuing to chip away between her transitions but that mindset wouldn’t save her from her current predicament.

The Texan’s hand finds a place around their own wrist, alleviating her tug and pull. She huffs a bit annoyed they would dare try to stop her from crippling their arm, how rude. Just as Shinobu was looking to crank and twist their arm, she would soon find herself in quite the awkward position.

The greenette had some way managed to get in their feet, not only that, but they had managed to lift her lower half up off the canvas. If the president were shocked, her expression didn’t show it, but she could only guess two things were about to happen. Her position made it difficult to get away, either she would find herself up in the air pretty soon at Alizeh mercy or-! Her second guess was already put into action, the squeal of her leather bottoms made it apperant to anyone as her legs were folded over her, the Texan’s arm stil in tow. Her eyes went wide as she realized her situation.



The official never even finished the second count as the fashionista managed to roll her left leg against her chest. Her foot plants against Alizeh’s shoulder and as their arm is released, she’d shoot her leg outward to fire them away and break the pin. If she managed to put some space between her and the little eye sore, she’d glare. The desire to utterly destroy them began to slip into her mind, business however beat that thought within an inch of its life. [color=#3300ff]”You little urchin…”[/cokor] She grumbled, her temper was beginning to poke at her, as annoying as it was, Shinobu kept her focus on said urchin. The fashionista took a moment to get to her feet, despite turning their maneuver around, her back plummeted to the mat. Her spine was beginning to ache, but she pushes on getting to her feet and slipping into her stance.

Shinobu had to come up with another plan of attack, now that Alizeh was mobile and attentive, she’d have to be give up more aggressive tactics and rely on defense. Her face showed visible disgust having to see the leopard print, poking out from the Texan’s attire, it only seemed to make the pain in the back of her head ache that much worse.