Mystis vs. David Obsidian Blake

Mystis moaned as she was slammed against the corner post her arms draping over the ropes. With each punch that drove into her stomach it drove the air out of her. She panted heavily as she started to slide down into the corner.

Breathing heavily, he grabbed Mystis by the shoulder, dragging her to her feet. Other wrestlers would have gone for the hair, but Dave tended to avoid that. Besides, he kinda liked her vibrant hair. Stood out quite well.

Once he had her face to face with him, he wrapped his toned arms around her waist, pulling her body against his. Normally by this point he would have done some more fliriting or have sneaked a kiss by this point, but this match was getting his full attention. Perhaps he might follow that up in a bit.

Giving a yell, he lifted her into the air, turning around to deliver a belly to belly suplex. He lay on top of her, reaching and hooking her leg up for the pin. He rested his head on top of her chest for a moment, before raising it to keep his eyes fixed on her own.

AS Dave squished there bodies together as he pulled her close she breathed out air against his face and lips her body flushed with heat. Then she was up in the air and coming right down hitting the mat hard a groan escaping her lips. Her world swirled for a moment as she blinked looking up at the lights.

AS he hooked her leg for the pin the ref slid down and slapped the mat

"ONE!

"TWO!"

Right after the two count Mystis kicked out and pushed Dave off of her rolling to her side and slowly moving to push herself up.

The crowd was on their feet as Dave made it to the two count.....then Mystis broke it. The noise level seemed to increase dramatically the longer the match went on. Dave got to his feet, albeit slowly, seeing that both of them were hurting, Mystis more so than him.

Dave got to his feet, going over to he and pulling her close again for a headlock, pressing her skull against his sides and squeezing. He made sure to keep her in the center of the ring, aiming to keep hold of her as long as he could. He gave another tight squeeze , jerking her head a bit to apply more pressure.

Mystis panted as Dave pulled her up to her feet once again though this time he put iher int a side headlock and squeezed. She groaned as he squeezed her mind still disoriented but she knew she needed to do something and turn this match back into her favor.

Without any more thoughts she started slamming her fists into Dave's side over and over again with one hand. She'd pull her head hopefully out of his hold if he loosened up on it after the strikes. If that works she'd surge foward aiming to drill him with a short range clothesline.

Dave kept a tight hold on Mystis, even as she kept punching him in the side. As much as he tried to keep a hold on her, she managed to slip out, before nailing him with a clothesline. The blow left Dave prone on the mat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to clear the stars from his vision.

He rolled to his side, attempting to get up while he had the chance.

Mysits panted as she went to her hands and knees after connecting with that clothesline. She pushed herself up and looked over to Dave as he went to get up. She stalked him waiting till he got to his feet his back facing her. The moment he was up she'd wrap an arm around the front of his neck and step back which would take Dave off balance. IF this all happened without any other words she'd just jump up and back bringing Dave's head crashing right into the mat hitting him with her finisher the MYSTIC BOMB!

Dave let out a moan as he felt Mystis wrap her arm around his neck. She stepped backwards, with Dave struggling to keep up. Without warning, she leaped into the air, before smashing the back of his head into the mat. His whole body seemed to tense up on impact, before he lay there, daed, but still conscious, moaning quietly. His eyes tried to focus on Mystis' face and she looked even more striking as she was now. He lay still for now, trying to recover his energy while she sat by him.

Without further waiting Mystis quickly moved pressing herself tight against Dave and hooking both his legs pulling them up for the pin.

ONE!

Dave felt her press against him as the ref started the count. Opening his eyes, he looked directly at her. As he spoke he gathered what energy he had.

"Sorry beautiful......" he began, twisting his body to get the shoulder up just as the ref managed to get to the count of two.

"....but I'm not giving you an easy win!" he finished, rolling away from her as the crowd's yelling reached a fevered pitch.