Double Debut Match: Vivienne Bennett vs Astolfo Cambarga

Astolfo smiled as his legs connected into his opponent chest, it look like his gambit had paid off.  The crowd made some noise, as they saw what had just happened between the two wrestlers.  This simply gave Astolfo some additional confidence as he got up and smiled at his opponent.  He was now free of her grip and knew she was stronger then him, thus he would try to play to his advantages, speed!  He doubted that Vivienne was as fast as him though he would make sure not to underestimate her.

"You almost had me there." said Astolfo as he watch his fellow European enter a defensive stance as she recovered from his attack. She then came rushing at him, the pink hair wrestler thus quickly slide to the side and attempted to perform a drop toehold.  He would place one leg in front of Vivienne path and the other behind her in an attempt to trip her and sending her face straight down to the mat.  If successful, he might be able to get in a submission move on her while she was still down on the ground.

“Oh, just you wait, Astolfo, I will have you before the night is out!” Vivienne replied as she moved in for her tackle. When she saw Astolfo dodge her attack she knew she had gotten herself into some trouble and watched through her peripheral vision as her opponent moved into a drop toe hold. Her momentum was far too great for her to react and she threw her arms out to catch herself as she came tumbling down onto the mat, tripped by Astolfo’s proper counter-attack. Damn! she thought to herself as she braced herself for her opponent’s follow-up.

Astolfo remained confident at what Vivienne said.  Had she fallen for his charms perhaps or perhaps she meant only in a wrestling way?  Then again many ladies and men did enjoy his company.  As she then charged, he would go on the floor and trip her, sending Vivienne face down to the mat.  Perhaps it would be him that would have the female wrestler before night was done.  "What was that you were saying about you having me before the night is out?" ask Astolfo in a curious manner as he then quickly got up.

"Perhaps we should place a bet or increase the stake of the match.  Or is it to late for that now?" ask the pink hair wrestler in a friendly tone as he would then attempt to sit on the fellow European back.  If successful he would then warp his feminine like legs around her neck and start to squeeze, placing her in scissor lock, trying to either squeeze the air out of her or to make her tap.  Usually matches wouldn't end this early but seeing as this was both their debut matches, it wouldn't be to strange or unexpected for it to end here.

How could she have been so naively foolish to go for a running tackle such as that so early in the match? And now, here she was stuck under Astolfo’s scissor lock and trying to figure out a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Vivienne took a moment before she began working up the strength to push her and Astolfo’s combined weight up. It was a challenge and she strained, her muscles flexing hard as she tried to flip him off of her back and press him into the ring with her own body. Vivienne hoped to bring down enough force onto top of him to alleviate his hold around her neck somewhat so that she could get some fresh air into her lungs.

Astolfo tighten his grip on Vivienne neck, trying to squeeze the air out of her.  "Hi, you didn't answer my question, are you mad at me?" ask Astolfo as he was a bit disappointed that she didn't answer his question, yet then again, he did have his legs warp around her neck, making it hard for her to breathe, must less talk for that manner.  "Woops, guess you can't talk with my legs around your neck." he stated as he gave a nervous laugh as the pink hair wrestler would now look for his opponents arms but by the time he spotted them it was to late, they were already in motion.  To his surprise the fellow European wrestler had lifted herself up, using her own strength.

"Wow, you really are strong!" said Astolfo in excitement before realizing the danger he was in.  Thus in a desperate attempt he began to punch the female wrestler head but at this point it was to late, she was already falling and Astolfo body would be slammed against the mat.  "Arrh." he cried out in pain as his head hit the mat and the crowd made some noise from seeing the impact. The pink hair wrestler who hold his back in pain and release the scissor hold on Vivienne.  It seemed despite getting the early advantage, Vivienne had managed to turn it around.

The British wrestler felt Astolfo’s grip loosen and immediately she took in a deep breath of fresh air. It had taken more energy than she had anticipated to get him off of her back -- his death grip around her neck -- but by doing so she had managed to buy herself more time. Before she could move into a next attack, Vivienne felt she needed a breather, pausing for only a moment before going into to try and pin him to the mat. Unfortunately, for her, she was somewhat spent from surviving his assault on her and Vivienne couldn’t manage to put her full strength on top of him, even if she tried. All the while, Vivienne was breathing heavily and recuperating lost strength.

Astolfo was still in pain but he started to pull himself together, he couldn't let a single hit like that keep him down, now could he?  Thus the pink hair wrestler place both hands on the mat and started pull himself up before suddenly feeling Vivienne weight come down on his chest.  The ref girl would come sliding nearby, getting ready to count the pin.  Astolfo was a bit sad that his opponent wasn't talking to him but that wouldn't stop him from continuing to babble on.

"One!" said the ref girl as she slammed her hand on the mat.  "Isn't this a bit to early?" ask Astolfo as he then raised a shoulder, stopping the pin count before attempting to punch his opponent in the head, hoping to daze her.  He didn't know what she had planned but it didn't seem well thought out, even by his own standards.

Vivienne took a moment to look Astolfo in the eyes and winked at him, “It’s never too early for victory, dear.” The British woman kept him pinned for as long as she could, stating as she did so, “You up for a fuck after this, win or lose? All this physical contact is making me super fucking wet.” She then felt his fist come in contact with the side of her head and she rolled off him to hop back onto her feet, ceasing her pin on him. Reassuming her standard defensive position, she held up her hands again and quipped at him as he got back onto his feet, “Well, you up for it? We can do it in front of everyone one -- you can fuck me silly!”

Astolfo was a bit shock by his opponent words.  It seemed that his opponent wanted to make love, he had heard of the line, make love not war but this was going a bit to far.  "I am always up for having some fun in between the sheets but at least have some class and elegance to it.  I mean you are European after all.  Not be rude but your kind of turning me off with that last statement of yours." stated Astolfo as he then got up, as the the female wrestler retreated due to his assault on her head.  Truth be told, he like it better when she was talking about how she would defeat him and then make him hers.  That made it sound like she was willing to work for it, while what she said now made her sound desperate.  "Also, I prefer in private, after all I don't want the crowd to know I am girl." said Astolfo as he then ran towards his opponent and attempt a drop kick, hoping his comment would catch his opponent off guard.

Vivienne shrugged at Astolfo, “If I end up winning, it really won’t matter whether or not I’m turning you on or off!” She chuckled at him and watched him carefully as he prepared his next move. In the brief pause in action she stood straight up and menacingly cracked her knuckles for a second time, attempting to get some intimidation points going for her, letting a small, curt smile cut across her face as she imagined to herself what she would do to him if she claimed victory. Vivienne saw Astolfo charging at her and barely reacted in time as he came at her with a drop-kick, stepping aside and allowing his attack to hit nothing but air. Still recovering from his assault on her noggin, Vivienne let him sail past her as she made her way to the other side of the ring to rebuild some lost stamina.