Rina Ninoita vs Blue Thunder Mask - Colour Clash

It was a sickening crack as his palm came down across the top of Rina’s chest. The poor girl’s bountiful endowment, perhaps seen as an asset, was shown to be a curse in this instance as it provided a solid shelf in which to clap his chop down upon. His hand left an imprint, angry and red, likely puffing up below the surface of her wrestling attire. He withdrew his hand as if it had been a lethal weapon in which to stab at the girl, shaking out his wrist and flexing his fingers to fend off the numbness that came from striking so heartily.

Blue Thunder Mask stood at the ready to receive again but as his opponent wavered he knew the exchange had been won. He watched the girl cautiously all the same, making sure this wasn't all some ruse to lure him into a false sense of security, but when she collapsed he let out a small surprised chuckle. All things considered, she had taken the blow like a champ.

There was no rest to be had, not in a ring with him. He bent low to clamp down on the girl’s shoulder and the back of her head, giving her a hard tug to coax her to rise. He would help her roughly half the way before stepping in to slam the side of his thigh towards the side of her head, something to keep her dazed and compliant. If he received to meaningful resistance, he would slip a hand between her thighs and heft her up from the low rise, spinning her in the air before dropping her back to the mat with a hard bodyslam. Rather than staying idle, he attempted to immediately let his weight fall down in a leg drop across her chest, holding the position he landed in and reaching to hook a leg for a pinfall attempt if successful.

“Good.”Blue Thunder Mask murmured, more to himself than to the opponent. He made no fuss about the sudden break in the pin nor did he question the referee’s counting. Instead he leaned back and twisted on his backside to remove his legs from over top of Rina, letting her leg slip from his grasp. As he rose, he reached down to grab at her shoulder and that resilient arm she had raised in defiance of his pinfall attempt. As he stood, there was no secondary assault this time, he felt no need to strike at her to keep her compliant after having just put her through a taxing little wringer.

As he brought her up, he slipped a leg back, giving himself a wide base as he tried to yank her the rest of the way, pitching her towards the corner turnbuckles with an irish whip. He held bavk putting too much oomph behind it, wanting to make sure the girl didn't just trip and fall without being able to get her legs moving fast enough. He sent her running, he would charge after, coming into the corner hot with a spinning back elbow aimed to catch the young girl upside the head.

Blue Thunder Mask was a freight train bearing down the tracks for Rina. While he wasn't the tallest man on the roster he was densely packed muscle all in a fit package. One that had substantial weight behind it. As he spun into his elbow strike, Rina wisely slipped away, leaving him to slam into the turnbuckles at full speed, hammering his side as the elbow swung at air. His eyes snapped to the woman beside him, just in time to take the full brunt of an uppercut right on the chin.

His head snapped back, the turnbuckles creaking as his weight dropped into the ropes. His legs always buckled at the sudden blow, but he gave his head a shake to ward the sudden dizziness away. It had been a good hit, one he would have commended her for if he thought himself able to string together a sentence at the moment as his brains rattled around in his skull. He seemed just as willing as Rina to separate for a small break from their offense as he threw out a wide chop, more to force her to back up than strike her, but it could still land if she didn't act fast enough.

With surprise on her side, Rina’s uppercut had put in an extreme amount of work, thoroughly rattling Blue Thunder Mask where he wasn’t overselling the strike for the crowd, he had legitimately seen stars. As he leaned against the ropes trying to stop the ring from spinning, the Yellow Wonder kept her momentum going and took the opportunity to land a solid drop kick square against his broad chest. His body reeled back, stretching the ropes to their limit as for the briefest moment his feet left the mat and it seemed like he might tumble out of the ring. The cables snapped back though and forced him forward, dropping him with a heavy thud that shook the ring as he hit it face down.

There were stunned gasps, but soon after an uproar of cheers. Many of the doubters who believed this might have been a one-sided affair waking up to the potential of something special brewing in the ring. Blue Thunder Mask had a small chuckle to himself as he started to push off the mat, already making it to his hands and knees. He was a hard man to keep down, despite Rina’s efforts being spot-on thus far.

Blue Thunder Mask could appreciate Rina’s moxie, she had turned a small opening into a full on offense, doing exactly as she should with someone like him, which was not letting up. Everything seemed to be going according to her plan as well as she hooked an arm around his head, giving him a firm squeeze against her side and bicep. It elicited a soft grint from him, but strangely enough, he hadn’t tried to break free. Even as she half dragged him into a bent-over rise and started to move to deliver her bulldog.

His steps hastened with hers and when Rina jumped off the ground, she was treated to that sensation of flight once again. Not for her short hop though, but because Blue Thunder Mask had placed a hand on the back of her thigh and actually hefted her up the moment she left the mat, swinging her up into the air vertically. Rather than having his face driven into the mat her snapped himself backward and tried to use her own hold with his minor grip to slam Rina down into the mat with a reversal.