Justice vs Anarchy (Standard, 1 fall)

Mercy was not a virtue typically associated with Anne and today was not going to be an exception. Those acquainted with Alexis, those rare and happy few, knew a different side of the girl, but moments of gentility were fleeting these days. Staring down at her squirming and vulnerable prey the rocker girl leaped from the ring post to descend upon her victim. A fist lead the way down aimed for James' head hoping to nail it to the mat as she landed upon him followed by a streamer of waving dyed black locks. It was, perhaps, a little early to roll out finishers, but Anne hadn't gotten to try out her Cymbal Crash before and was anxious to stretch her wings.

As soon as the fist connected, James flailed about, holding his face with both hands, he screamed in pain and rolled about before he finally went still on his back and he groaned softly

This was all very new to Anne who's only matches thus far have been rather oppositely one-sided against much larger opponents. Encouraged by her success thus far the girl made a cocky decision and tried to end things early. Crawling over her victim she placed a foot to either side of his face and neatly sat herself upon his chest. Her cotton panties just inches from his chin she stared down at him between her legs. "Maybe you'd better just sit this one out, boy."

James stopped moving when she sat on him and he looked up at her. He had a split lip in the corner of his mouth and blood trickled down. James tried to stand, but found that the weight on him was enough to keep him down, so he decided to just lay there for a little bit, that was until he heard the ref slap the mat, "One!"

Anne expected James to spring to life any moment now. Things never went this smoothly for her, not since her arrival at AFW. Leaning back she placed her hands upon the man's stomach behind her back, hips rolling a little against his chest. Her hair swished between her extended arms, tips of the silken strands cascading down onto his solar plexus. "That's it, just stay right there... if you're lucky, maybe when its all over I'll sit on your face. Might even let you get me off."

James couldn't believe it. He was being beaten by a sister anarchist and he was losing pretty badly. He needed to get back into this match. As soon as the ref hit the mat a second time, he rolled onto his side at the two and 3/4 count, "I'm not going down without a fight."

Anne's heart was in her throat. One... Two... th- nope. With a soft grunt she was toppled fairly easily off of James, calling onto her side with her legs by the man's head. She really hadn't expected such an early victory, but a girl could always hope. "Good. We don't need to rename you Jamie and ship you off to the Kawaii league then... But you will be going down." It wasn't entirely clear from her tone just what sort of 'going down' she had in mind, maybe both. Regardless she emphasized her point by kicking out a heel at her fellow punk rocker; she didn't really aim it, just let it fly.

James grunted as her kick connected with his jaw. He groaned and rolled towards the ropes, grabbing the middle rope and began to hoist himself up to his feet, "Shit." he groaned again as he managed to get his top half off the ground. He would wipe a little blood from his mouth and cough before looking over at his sister in crime.

Anne was a little winded from her relentless assault but otherwise in good condition. Years of passionate moshing and violent sex had tempered her to sustaining such behavior to a point. Not too quickly she climbed back to her feet unaided. Her piercing blue eyes looked over her opponent as he half dangled from the ropes like a netted fish. Should she wait for him to get back to his feet, be sporting, and chance him rallying? Nope, her ego needed this win.

"Shoulda stayed down, kid." Red cheeked and huffing softly Anne charged at James again, this time throwing herself at him feet first. It wasn't to be a drop kick, but a hip press aimed to plant her crotch forcefully on his face bouncing them both off of the ropes.

James was panting and sweat was pouring down from his face. He needed to get back in this match, but knew he couldn't...not just yet. He was about to get up from the turnbuckle, but suddenly he felt his opponent's crotch in his face. He groaned and went limp as he slouched back down to the ground, he couldn't take much more of this abuse. He needed to reverse and hit her with his anarchist dream, otherwise, he was going to lose this match and his ego, "You won't beat me sister." he hissed weakly.