Shot in the Dark: The Black Racer vs. Holly Matheson [debut match]

Holly writhed and stretched herself out, against the turnbuckle. The British Bombshell was in a great deal of pain, and could hardly bring herself out of it. Making matters worse, was the sight of her opponent across the ring. She could deal with the mask- her boyfriend and trainer Gato Blanco was a masked wrestler. Just, not one with such a dramatic, fearsome entrance, or usch a thunderous voice!

Holly wiped the sweat from her face, and readied to pull herself out of the turnbuckle. However, The Black Racer was on top of her before she could get back into the ring. "Ah!" Holly cried, bringing her hands up protectively over her face as her opponent mounted her and trapped her body against the turnbuckle. She stopped, however, dumbstruck by the rudeness of the young man as he didn't even give her the dignity of calling her by name!

"Y-you ... you ... Rrrgh!" Holly stammered, before simply groaning in rage. "I'm going to beat some respect into you, you little punk!" Holly's fear was forgotten for a moment, replaced by embarrassment and rage at being talked down to by her opponent! As if she weren't even another wrestler, with a chance of beating him! Unfortunately, things were about to go from bad to worse.

"Ooowwww!" Holly wailed, as the Racer's fist connected with her skull. The posh Brit threw her hands up in an attempt to defend herself, but Racer's fist came down again and again. Holly took each shot right in the face, unable to resist the onslaught. She kicked and bounced against the turnbuckle with the impact, each strike sending her entire body flailing and bouncing! "Ooww! Oooh! Uuuhn! Stoooo~op!!"

“1, 2, 3, 4! 1, 2, 3, 4!” The Racer would say to himself as he beat Holly’s skull. He liked to think counting helped him concentrate on the matter at hand. Which was currently beating a girl’s head in.
 
But The Black Racer had one question he knew he’d have to ask himself. “What’s next?” he thought. He had no rivals here, no immanent championship match, the only thing he had was this girl he was beating. What was he going to do next after….
   
"Wait….have I been counting?” he said thinking to himself. Now realizing he had lost all focus of his surroundings, and Polly….No Holly Dammit! Why couldn't he remember that. Not realizing what Holly was doing….

Holly squirmed and writhed in pain beneath The Black Racer's body, as the man's fist bounced off her pretty little face again and again! The blows were staggering, leaving her stunned and helpless, as he continued to pummel and pound at her.

"No! Ow! G-get off! Aowww!" Holly managed to stammer, while taking her beating. She kicked and flailed her legs wildly, but nothing seemed to earn her respite. That was, until the punches simply stopped coming in.

From beneath her fringe, Holly looked up to see the Racer looking confused. Literally questioning himself, it seemed. Realizing she had a slight opening for some breathing room, the British Bombshell acted quickly. Bracing her hands around the Racer's powerful thighs, Holly surged forward to try and hoist him off the rope. With everything she had, the buxom Brit pressed her body hard into him and tried to slam him into the mat with a hard spine buster, a desperate attempt to get herself out of this punishing predicament!

Yep...he definitely stopped counting, and he paid for it. As soon as he felt like he was moving he knew that this would hurt. Surely enough, he hit the ring hard from Holly's spine buster, and guess what....It Hurt! Almost to the point that he felt like slipping away into unconsciousness.....ALMOST!

His anger and pain mixed to make one hell of a reaction, as he started slightly spasming. Almost as if his own emotions were shocking him. Then the spasming slowed, as he slowly stood up. Not sit up, stood up!

The Racer used all of the muscles in his back and legs to pull himself forward and straighten himself up, without using his arms. It wasn't that odd to see something like this, though, on the internet. Tons of dancers and performers did it. But to see it during this match, under these circumstances. The audience was simply unable to contain themselves, and went wild.

"Ok now for this next part..." The Black Racer said threateningly, "try not to cry....audiences don't always like that!" He then decided to charge at and whip Holly once again. If that worked he'd attempt an STO while running at her for extra damage.

"Not so quick and scary now, are we?" Holly said with a smirk, as she looked down at the Racer's prone body. Hands on her hips, the posh Brit took a moment to pose for the fans, able to ignore the stinging ache in her head just long enough to lift her hand in an appreciative wave, as the fans applauded her forceful comeback.

Spinning on her heel to face the fans, smiling widely, Holly was feeling rather good. She'd planted her opponent with that spinebuster, a more forceful move than she could usually pull off this early in the match. Unfortunately, her smile turned into a look of horror, as she turned around to find the Racer back on his feet, staring her down!

"W-wait!" she said, looking in wide-eyed terror as her opponent took hold of her wrist and pulled her along, into another Irish whip. "Nnnno!" Holly protested with futility, as the full weight of the buxom bombshell was pulled around the ring and sent careening toward the ropes. This time, however, the raced changed things up. Before she knew what was happening, the Black Racer had planted his hand on the back of Holly's head, and drove her face first into the canvas!

"Oooff!" Holly grunted, as her face bounced off the mat. Her body jiggled and bounced at the impact, and the Brit was left stunned and nursing her aching face. "Uuhn," she moaned, feet lightly kicking the mat in pain as she lay flat on her belly, hurting and powerless to get back to her feet.

After planting Holly’s face into the ground, The Black Racer's anger faded, and was replaced with the joy of completing his first STO. Smacking the ring with his fists several times in excitement. He really enjoyed that move and any variation of it.
 
But then, he just kept sitting next to Holly, who was face down on the ring. he was continuing his earlier thought, he knew that he needed a rival to become popular. Someone cool who could stand up to him, or beat his face in. He new that was a weird thing to want, but that's how good shows went times. He wouldn't be too selfish, though. It was too early to ask for a match against a champ right now. But when it came to rivals he didn't want, in all honesty, he did not want Holly here to be his rival.

But first things first, he needed to complete his job here. So he got up and would attempt to bring Holly to her feet. That is, if he could. She didn’t look all that good to him. And she had been kick her legs in pain....did he overdue it “Hey kid, are you ok?" He whispered adding, “If not, I can pin you now...” Ok that time, he stopped himself before he could say anything else insulting....

"Oooh~" Holly retracted her ams and legs, curling up on the mat. All she could do was nurse her aching face, while the Black Racer was celebrating. She'd taken the landing hard, and could only imagine how pathetic she looked. Writhing in pain on the mat, while her opponent sat casually next to her. The Brit let out a quiet sob of frustration, as she released her face, and started extending her limbs to begin peeling herself off the mat.

Body trembling a bit, Holly managed to push herself up onto all fours. Shaking her head, the British Bombshell realized how much time the Black Racer had been giving her to recover. She couldn't tell if it was arrogance, inexperience, or simply the confidence that he could put her right back down on the mat, any time he wanted. Chewing her lip, Holly found any of those possibilities both frustrating and frightening. Her face reddened, however, as the Racer whispered into her ear.

"You," Holly said, hands clenching into fists, "you condescending swine!" Motivated by sheer anger, Holly pushed her upper body off the mat and came up to one knee. As she did so, the British Bombshell twisted her upper body, extended her arm, and tried to plant a hard European uppercut right across the chin of the Black Racer! "I hardly need your pity," she said, her accent growing even more posh in her indignation, "and you're woefully mistaken, if you think some ponce like you has a chance of pinning me!"

As The Racer felt the impact of the uppercut connect, he thought about saying a joke about glass jaws. Mostly because he  had one. Those sorts of hits always got the better of him. Af fell back on the ropes, he bounced back a bit. He supported himself, though, by hooking his left arm around the the top. This whole match was showing how emotionally broken The Racer was as, once again, his anger started to get loose. Thinking how he was going to break this girl in...

But then saw it. The fact that this match was basically just him getting hit, loosing it on Polly, and then loosing his focus before he could capitalize. He realized just how much being unfocused was affecting him in this match. Yes it was his first match, but he was better than this. "Hehe.." he giggled at his epiphany. "Hehehe....hehehehehe.....HAHAHAHAHA!" he lost control of himself, falling to the ring in psychotic laughter. It was all just too FUNNY!....or was it?....Oh he didn't care! He was a mad man, but not a angry raging one. He was the man who cried while in love, the man who shook while sleeping, a man born from Lightning, and he was then man who LAUGHED while in PAIN or even DYING! And guess what? He had just found the answer to his problem!

Little Miss What's-her-name would probably be either confused, scared, or hell, BOTH! As he started to get up saying "You...Hahaha, You have No idea what this PONCE can do! HAHAHA!" Laughing maniacally he continued, "But you will....heheheh..." Then he started shouting as he laughed "Hell! Everyone will! Why should I worry about A rival...hahah....when I can make the WHOLE AFW MY RIVAL?....HAHahaaaa!" telling her the answer to the question he's been obsessed with during their entire match. Finally, he stood up straight and announced "And right now!... I am the man who is about to get SERIOUS!"

Holly felt good, even if her face was still stinging. The uppercut had landed soundly, and managed to knock the Racer off. Smirking, the British Bombshell pushed herself back up to her feet, shook herself out, and turned to her opponent.

"Hm! Won't be so quick to dismiss me now, will you?" That smug smile dropped, however, the second The Black Racer came rolling back off the ropes ... laughing! "The ... what?" Holly stammered, taking a couple of timid steps back. The Brit went from taunting to timid in a flash, as the Racer's voice echoed through the arena in his ranting.

Holly's chest swelled as she took in a deep, nervous breath. Her lip quivered and twitched, slightly, as she tried to figure out what manner of madman they'd put her in the ring with, tonight. Holly's eyes widened, taking in the full sight of her opponent's ranting.

"Y-you- you're not rattling me that easy, now!" Holly was trying to sound brave, stubborn, like she was never backing down. However, any close observer could see the shiver that ran up and down her body, the wobbling in her knees. Despite this, Holly planted her boots, and decided that taking the fight to the racer was the only thing that would protect her, at this point!

Stepping in, Holly reached out, and tried to lock in a side headlock, to immobilize The Racer. If she could get the hold locked in, she trap the Racer's head against her chest, wrenching on it, trying to grind some of the fight out of the fast-moving madman. If she could slow him down, Holly hoped, she might just have a chance!

The Racer kept laughing as Holly locked in a side headlock. "Hahaha...I'm not rattling you miss Bombshell, I'm terrifying you!" he said as he grabbed ahold of Holly's back. "I'm a completely different animal than what your use to fighting...remember Killer King?" he asked. "If that old pussy cat had come out here, you'd have stood a chance I bet...." pausing as he got a good grip on her.

Attempting to scoop her up, he would then say "But while you may be ready to fight the bigger, badder wrestlers...Hehehe....your waaaay too young to fight something like ME!". If he could lift Holly up, then he would bring her down hard, landing her back on his knee.