Riza Hawkeye vs Sierra Oasis: Tension World Title No. 1 Contenders Match

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Standard Match: Victory via Pinfall, Submission, KO, or Countout
Winner challenges for the Tension World Title at Showdown

With Sierra having accepted her challenge, and Erica Fairchild making the challenge an official contenders match, Riza Hawkeye took her jacket off, tossing it outside the ring, clad in just her white bikini top and blue and white camo pants and boots. Adjusting her gloves, she waved Sierra on, waiting for the woman to enter the ring so they could officially start their match!

"Cmon then Sierra! I'm not scared of girls with muscles, lets see who deserves to take on The Shark!"

And with that, a referee came running down the ramp to catch up to the two women so they would have an official to take part. Sierra herself was already clad in her wrestling gear and so didn’t hesitate to slide inside the ring at Hawkeye’s challenge. She immediately hopped back to her feet and charged forward, straight towards her new opponent.

“Don’t mind if I DO!” She shouted as she would try to send a charging knee straight towards Hawkeye’s gut. A powerful opening to what looks to be a powerful match. And just behind her, the official slid in and frantically called for the bell to start the match officially.

AFW was a funny place. The referees locker room was located directly next to the Gorilla position, simply due to just how insanely often matches would occur on the instant, which is one of the reasons AFW didn't schedule too many fights per show, as there was ALWAYS an open challenge occurring on a near weekly basis. Made for exciting television, if a stressful life for the ever-prepared referees.

Hawkeye, eager and excited for this new opponent, seeing it as another chance to prove herself, charged forward eagerly once Sierra entered the ring, certain that her smaller size would give her a speed advantage against the bigger woman. After all, Army was rather slow for the most part.

"OOGH!"

Sierra, however, was no Army, and quickly proved that by moving faster than Hawkeye anticipated or expected, driving a hard knee right into Hawkeye's midsection, forcing the blonde woman to bend over in shock and pain at the hard blow, and start staggering back, immediately being put on the defensive!

The referee made her way down the ramp in a run, her striped outfit looking as if she had just put it on only a few moments ago. Her run was quick as she dashed into the ring in a flash, just in time to wince as she saw Sierra’s knee slam into Hawkeye’s solar plexus at speeds the blonde wasn’t prepared for.

A strike which its success only further proved what the Egyptian believed about the blonde in front of her. She was a good wrestler, Sierra had no doubts about that and she wasn’t lying when she said how she held a great respect for her. But she had become stagnant, not prepared to fight against those that are much different from her regular opponents.

Hawkeye had been expecting Sierra to be similar to Army. That would be a mistake that Sierra would make sure Hawkeye knew as the Egyptian followed after her as she staggered back. She would quickly dash around behind her back and put her head underneath the blondes armpit, her hands grabbing onto Hawkeye’s left arm and thigh. Before her opponent could recover, Sierra would lift the woman into the air and send her crashing down onto the canvas in a fall away slam!

Damn it, not the way she had wanted to start things off, not by a long shot. That knee had hurt, the dark skinned Sierra packing a lot more power than Riza had originally anticipated. But that was fine, she was overpowered by most of her opponents, she wouldn't let something like that stop her from winning anyway!

Of course, while she was psyching herself up, Sierra had other plans, using her impressive strength to haul Hawkeye up in her arms, the next thing the former soldier knew, she was airborne, launched upwards and over Sierra's body with a fall away slam, her body smacking onto the mat with the sound of raw meat hitting the floor!

While Hawkeye was busy psyching herself up, Sierra was focused on dismantling the blonde in front of her. The knee to her belly was immediately followed by a fall away slam that left Hawkeye looking more like a limp noodle than the powerful wrestler she made herself out to be

And Sierra intended to keep that assumption going as she would grab onto Hawkeye’s leg and drag her to the center of the ring. When she was there she would move up and sit on the small of the blondes back. From there all it took was to hook her opponents arms over her thighs and yank back her chin to complete her camel clutch.

Shit, shit, not good. This was probably the worst way to start off any match she had been in. All that bravado, just to get tossed aside with ease at the very start of the match?

"Fuck that. Get your head in the game bitch!"


Hawkeye thought to herself, starting to push herself back up to her feet...only for her leg to get grabbed, tripping her back down onto her front. "No, no no no, can't get caught!" She exclaimed, trying to crawl and scramble away from the larger woman...only for that plan to plan to fail as Sierra dropped her butt right on Hawkeye's back, the bikini and pants clad woman letting out a cry as she was soon locked into a tight Camels Clutch hold, right in the center of the ring!

"FUCK! I'm...Not gonna give up...this early!"

“I would be extremely disappointed if you did. Trust me Hawk, this is just a warmup!” Sierra replied as she would try to yank back the blonde as far as she could, bending her spine to the breaking point and more than likely leaving her in agonizing pain. The referee getting in close to ask for her submission.

Only she wouldn’t get the chance as Sierra would suddenly let Hawkeye go, allowing the blond to flop to the mat. Standing back up, the Egyptian would drag the blonde up alongside her as she would grab her arm and try to throw her straight towards one of the corners of the ring in an Irish whip.

The yank on her back send shocks through her body, but Hawkeye grit her teeth as the referee came in closer, about to check on her, the blonde woman mustering up the strength she would need to try and get her feet under her to counter this blasted hold...only to never get the opportunity, as she was suddenly dropped flat, the surprise of the shift in position allowing Sierra to easily pull her back up to her feet as she re-adjusted.

"The hell are you-woah!"

She was cut off once again, whipped towards the corner by the egyptian womans dominating strength, her lithe body hitting the turnbuckle and leaning against it, not so much winded from the impact, but just needing a second to fully re-adjust to her new situation!

Sierra allowed Hawkeye to barely get a word in before she yanked her back to her feet and whipped her across the ring and into the corner. Sierra however wasn’t going to allow the blonde to get her first wind just yet and soon charged after her, twisting her body at the last moment and sending her right elbow straight into her opponents chest.

“Buckle up Hawk! We’re going for a ride!” Sierra shouted

Suddenly the Egyptians elbow would wrap overtop Hawkeye’s neck and secure her in a headlock. Once she was nice and tight, Sierra would charge forward yet again. This time dragging Hawkeye along for the ride, she would charge to the center of the ring before leaping into the air. Setting herself up to drive the blondes face into the canvas with a running bulldog!