Mikki 'The Macho Chick' Wylde vs. The Black Fang - Excelsior!

This was it. This wa the end.

The Black Fang felt a great swell of sorrow as Mikki Wylde - the giantess, the conqueror, the unstoppable force - snatched her out of the air and paraded her around like a proud hunter right before the kill, getting for the next - the final, most likely - move. She couldn’t see Mikki from this vantage point, but she had to imagine the massive American was proud, and rightfully so.

They’d wrestled a hard match. A good match. But now, it was over, and all that was left was the pain and the crying and the pinfall.

Panic started to sink in like a knife as Mikki maneuvered her around, getting her into a position that any wrestler worth her salt would recognize right away - a piledriver. This woman who had to weigh over 200 hundred pounds, was going to finish her off with one of the most destructive wrestling moves ever created.

The idea alone was distressing, but actually being in the position was terrifying. The Black Fang tried to wiggle and squirm her way out of the hold, and if this had been earlier in the evening, she might’ve been able to get free.

But, now? Now she was tired. Now she was feeble. Now her struggles weren’t nearly enough to escape the incredible woman who held her in a tight grasp.

"Hhhrrrghh!" Mikki was groaning through grinding teeth, but somehow she managed to keep the hold locked in. Black Fang had worn down the Macho Chick greatly, over the course of their match, but it seemed she still had enough in the tank to keep Fang in place for the piledriver. Shoulders rising, every muscle in Mikki's sinewy body tensing and flexing, she began to step into position while tucking Black Fang tight against her body!

Mikki's every muscle strained. The tombstone piledriver was a classic, one that Mikki could generally pull off with ease, but Black Fang had worked her arm over well enough to give the powerhouse pause. If Mikki was going to pull this off, she had exactly one chance, and she had to take it now!

Stepping toward the center of the ring, Mikki pushed herself up onto her toes. Mikki hopped up with every bit of strength left in her, letting her boots come off the mat. The crowd went silent, knowing exactly what was coming up next. Mikki's wild hair went flying upward in a chromatic cloud, before following both women back down to the mat with a hard fall!

Black Fang's poor skull hit the mat first. The ring itself was rocked by the impact, shuddering beneath the force of both women landing hard! Many in the crowd gasped or jeered, as Black Fang's body would be rocked by the collission. Mikki would release the young fan favorite, letting Fang spill flat onto the mat.

Leaning forward, Mikki crossed both hands over Black Fang's chest with her legs splayed out on either side of the masked woman's prone body. Nodding fiercely, Mikki demanded that the ref to come in!

"ONE!" the ref called out, pounding the mat!

The Black Fang - Ryoko - had taken her fair share of piledrivers throughout her career, particularly of the package variety. It was never fun, not in the least, but she’d never had it done to her by someone like Mikki Wylde. Never even close.

She could feel the tensing muscles. She knew the Macho Chick was getting ready for the final plunge.

Up they went.

Down they came.

There was only a moment of pain, as the Black Fang’s skull collided with the mat. A searing burst of agony that went from her skull and carried down all the way through her body, an explosion that would’ve consumed her - if she wasn’t carried off into merciful unconsciousness in the next second.

Limp and unmoving, the Black Fang gave no resistance as she was flopped over and pinned, laying deadly still underneath the Macho Chick’s imposing form.

”2…!” The referee hit the mat once more, but the count was more of a formality than anything. She could count to a thirty or three-hundred. It wouldn’t matter.

Mikki leaned in, hard. Beneath her, Black Fang was lying still and silent. Regardless, the masked wrestler had proven clever and resilient. Mikki would take no chances with her. Leaning in, flexing her imposing shoulders and thick arms, Mikki pressed down hard on Fang's chest, making absolutely certain that she had Fang wasn't going anywhere.

With every count the ref gave, Mikki banged her head. Her wildly-colored hair shook and shimmered in the arena lights, the combination of sweat and aerosol making it flay out wildly. Fans jeered, hoping to see the sprightly young Fang bounce back against the overwhelming opposition. Sadly, it seemed it wasn't to be.

"THREE!" the ref called out, finally, sealing Black Fang's fate. Lifting her head triumphantly, Mikki released Fang and raised her arms to the sky proudly. Mikki's shining, sinewy muscles tensed and throbbed, as the powerhouse let out a massive sigh of relief.

The ref clasped Mikki's wrist, as the announcer made her initial AFW victory official. Mikki stood up on wobbly legs, as "Danger Zone" filled the arena. Wylde was still gasping, but stood proudly. Mikki planted her boots on either side of where Black Fang lay, rubbing her victory in the faces of the angered fans. Black Fang had taken the Wylde Child to her limits, but Mikki had still ended her first match standing tall. Pumping her well-muscled arms vigorously, to the jeers of the fans, Mikki stepped away. The Wylde Child was thoroughly satisfied, her sheer power and will having been enough to see her through tonight, against such an able opponent. Now, Mikki hoped, the locker room would be on notice for the Macho Chick!