Princess Nocturnal Vs. Talia Vicksin (complete)

Standard Match
Conditions for Victory: Pinfall or Submission accepted by agressor

The first heavy chord's of Talia's entrance music thrummed through the Friction Arena, bringing a smile that was just short of a snarl to her lips. "...making her AFW Debut, TALIA VICKSIN!" Hearing her name echo through the building's PA system sent an electric thrill down her spine. Talia swayed seductively down the entrance ramp, never taking her eyes off the ring in front of her despite the whistles and catcalls of the peons in the audience. Reaching the ring apron, she slid in under the bottom rope, giving several lucky fans an extremely provocative view of her toned rear end and skimpy ring attire, and several other fans on the opposite end of the ring a view of her ample breasts pressed together and up into her chest. The roar of the crowd was electric and Talia's head was swimming with exitement. She could barely keep her chest from heaving with anticipation of her opponent's arrival. "I'm gonna have some fun with this spoiled little Princess..."

A few moments later and the arena was coated in dark purply blue lighting.

"And the challanger, from England... The Perpetual Knight, Princess Nocturnal!!!" The announcer called and as the lights shone on the ramp way, there stood Princess Nocturnal with her fist pressed on her hips, chest puffed out proudly and staring off to the side and upwards in a typical heroine pose.

Her white cap gently flapped behind her and she held the position for a handful of seconds before finally starting to make her way to the ring, keeping her chin lifted all the way. She climbed up the stair to one side and stepped in carefully through the middle ropes, trying not to make such an 'undignified' entrance that Talia had made before her.

Finally in the ring she stepped over to the corner opposite her opponent, her eyes trying to carefully judge Talia as she looked her up and down... She hadn't seen Talia wrestle, but from outside information she was presuming her to be on the side of evil rather then good

Search Tag:

Talia narrowed her eyes in scorn as Princess Nocturnal made her entrance. As the purple lights dimmed and the house lights came back on, Talia strode back and forth in her corner like some caged great cat, awaiting release. She gave her opponent a cursory look up and down, "I hear this Princess likes to run her mouth about truth and justice. I wonder how well that mouth can scream?" she thought. Fate it seemed, was on Talia's side as the referee called for the bell to begin the match before Nocturnal had finished removing her cape. The English girl had her back turned to place it outside the ring as Talia rushed forward, aiming a shoulder thrust to the small of the Princess's back, hoping to drive her forward into the turnbuckles.

(ooc- be a little careful about dictating what your opponent's character does. This one wasn't really that bad, but a better way of doing it would be to suggest that Talia would attack IF Princess Nocturnal turned to take off her cape)

Princess Nocturnal had at least detected that Talia dress wear was most distasteful... She took off her white cape, folding it carefully over her arm. But as she turned to pass it to the ring official up on the edge of the apron, Talia rammed her shoulder right into the small of her back.

"Ung!!" Princess Nocturnal cried out as her back arched around the shoulder and the front of her body puff out only to be slammed right against the turnbuckles...

The Ring official rather hastily took the cape from the ring ropes where Princess Nocturnal had dropped and moved away, while Princess Nocturnal grimaced in pain and tried to turn against the corner pads to face her opponent, one hand pressed against her hurting back

(Sorry about that! " title="Embarrassed" /> And thanks for the advice)

Talia hung back, hands on her hips in a rather haughty pose as Princess Nocturnal held her back and began to turn towards her. Talia drew the moment out, waiting for Princess Nocturnal to turn around fully: the better for her to see the pain that was about to come. Talia waited until she could clearly see into her pained opponents eyes before launching herself forward again, intending to clothesline the Princess back into the turnbuckles. If this move connects, Talia would continue her attack by grabbing Princess Nocturnal's arm and attempting to Irish Whip her across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.

"Oughh!!" Princess Nocturnal coughed out as Talia ran right into her with a clothesline, Princess Nocturnal's feet left the floor as she rocked back against the turnbuckles, almost falling down into a sitting position if Talia's body hadn't been pressed up against the side of her body from the clothesline.

She then felt Talia grab her by the wrist and yank her out of the corner into an irish whip, running across the ring and slamming back first into the opposite corner with an "Omph!", her arms hung over the top ropes to keep her body up and she arched her chest and belly out a bit immediately after hitting the corner, before slumping back against it with a groan

Talia arrogantly stalked across the ring, savoring the image of Princess Nocturnal's sagging frame clinging to the turnbuckle. Once within arm's reach, Talia leaned forward, giving another view of her scantily clad rear end to the audience and seductively raised the Princess's chin with her first two fingers until the two were looking eye to eye. "What's the matter, little girl?" Talia asked, sweet words dripping with malice, "Aren't you having fun playing superhero?" If Princess Nocturnal doesn't fight back, Talia will proceed to slap her across the face, and follow it up with a few stinging knife edge chops across her chest, above her breasts.

A combination of Talia's words and the sharp slap across the face snapped Princess Nocturnal out of it and infuriated her for being so disrespectful.

Before Talia can score the knife edge chop across her bust, Princess Nocturnal yells out and tries to ram the side of her thigh right into Talia's belly trying to make her stumble backwards.

If she is successful, Princess Nocturnal will then bolt out of the corner and try to score the clothesline on Talia's chest to bulldoze her to the floor

The air wooshed out of Talia's lungs as Princess Nocturnal drove her leg into the blonde's tight ab muscles. Before Talia could regain her posture, Princess Nocturnal hurtled by her, arm extended with a thunderous clothesline of her own, flooring the American. Talia lay on the mat, blond hair sprawled out beneath her and groaned softly, still clutching her abdomen. "You....you...little bitch." she gasped as she attempted to roll onto her hands and knees and rise back to her feet before Princess Nocturnal could capitalize on the change in momentum.

"If you don't like it, perhaps you should learn to respect your opponents..." Princess Nocturnal informed Talia before dropping down beside her, trying to drive her elbow down right across the small of Talia's back as she move up on all fours