Tatyina Vs. Allison Watson

Standard Match

Winning COnditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

The melancholy "[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYjEzwIMY18:3twhm7hs]Un[/url:3twhm7hs]" began to pipe over the AFW arena as the next match started up. The crowd began to cheer as Tatyina stepped out, giving a cautious look to the crowd before lowering her head in a blush and softly stepping out of the entrance way and walking down the ramp. The girl had been in the AFW for a bit now and still had yet to achieve any kind of real success. Despite victories over bigger girls and a reputation for being a tough competitor who could take down a girl twice her size, her shyness and quiet voice had kept people from truly embracing her outside of a few hardcore fans. Even that was something that Tatyina didn't quite understand. She couldn't wrap her head around the entertainment aspect of this business no matter how hard she tried.

Honestly, she didn't even know why she was still here. She had definitely become strong enough to fend off threats to her friends and family, the whole reason she joined int he first place but yet, she remained. Was there something more? Had the strange armor clad family that she had recently encountered brought her some new hope? She wasn't sure but she felt she couldn't leave the AFW yet. There was still much more to do.

The gray clad girl finally made it down the ramp and hopped into the ring. She went over to her corner and stretched. She didn't' know who her opponent was going to be. She never looked. It didn't matter. She just hoped she would be able to come away with something from this match. Like she had in her last hard fought match against Claudette. Her pale cheeks flushed brightly in contrasting red as she thought of the bizarre way in which it had ended. She let out a sigh and as her music began to fade, she cast her solemn and dreary gaze towards the entrance where her opponent would be entering.

It was a match like any other for Allison Watson. She'd gone through the routine so many times she didn't need to think about any of it anymore. She got up at the right time, ate the right food, worked out properly throughout the day, and then when evening came she warmed up, toweled off, got dressed in her ring gear and situated her hair. All that was left was to wait for her cue.

She wasn't crazy about her music. She had yet to come up with anything more permanent, but as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIYvKCfqGB4:9x0hd9vp]her music[/url:9x0hd9vp] filled the arena she pushed through the curtain and strode out to the top of the ramp. She smiled. Maybe this one was a little different.

The crowd was much larger than anything in the UK. The energy was different... more raw, teeming with the base desires of the low class citizens packed into the stands. She could practically smell their trails of warm saliva falling from the corner of their mouths. They disgusted her, but also it was right for them to lust after someone like her. It was the way of thing.

She didn't acknowledge the crowd at all. She glanced around, aloof, and then turned up her nose just a little and began her well practiced walk down the ramp. She walked purposefully, she was there to do a job, but with an alluring sway of her hips that showed confidence, and confident sexuality. Her usual ring gear, her regal vest, black bottoms, tall boots over her knees, worked just as well here as it did in the UK. The swell of her breasts and the perfect curve of her butt was all the crowds ever really needed, and her bare thighs drove the point home.

As she slipped into the ring, she looked her opponent over. She always checked who her opponent was before a match. She knew nothing about this one, other than her mediocre record. She didn't waste too much time finding information about her, it was clear she wouldn't stand a chance.

She locked eyes with her and slowly dragged the fingers of one hand up her body until her arm was extended up over her head, her hips cocked enticingly. The crowd roared. She meant to show this girl that the crowd might despise her for her attitude, but just that easily she could make them love her if she wanted. It was one less thing this little girl could have over her. She leaned back in her corner and waited for the bell.

Tatyina looked at the ramp as the music began to play. As Allison came down the ramp, Tatyina looked at her curiously. She was certainly beautiful but the smaller girl payed little mind to things like that. She looked tough, Tatyina was thankful for that. But there was an air about the woman that made her a little uneasy. There was definitely more to Allison than meets the eye but the gray-eyed girl didn't know what she could even do with something like that.

As Allison went to her corner, Tatyina took a step to the middle of the ring and bowed politely to the British girl. She spoke, in her nearly whispered voice when she lifted herself up from the bow. "Please, let us have a good match." She said. She flashed Allison a solemn look as she rarely smiled.

Allison smirked and fixed her piercing stare on Tatyina while the girl didn't bow. She didn't return the bow. "Oh yes, of course. I'm sure it'll be brilliant." She said, her posh accented voice velvety and relaxed. "Just don't be too rough on me, it's my first match after all. I'll bet you're a killer in this ring, looks like it anyway."

She leaned back in her corner until the bell rang, and then she smoothly made her way to the middle of the ring. She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for Tatyina to approach, then she put up one hand to invite her to lock up. Experience dictated that she not count on her taking the offer. She was very small, and it seemed like locking up with Allison would be a stupid thing to do, but then the girl didn't seem like a brilliant intellectual specimen.

Tatyina wasn't too perturbed by the response as she went back to her corner. Honestly it was probably one of the best responses she had received to her before match offering to date. As the bell rang and Allison stepped forward, Tatyina watched her. Allison was a big woman, imposing to the petite Tatyina with seven inches and 30 lbs on her. She saw the woman offer a lock up and stepped forward. Tatyina would need to use her speed and guile if she wanted to beat Allison. The most logical choice would be to fake a lock up and kick Allison but Tatyina felt that would be a little underhanded. Instead, she stepped about halfway to the center of the ring before turning her stride into a charge and aiming a dropkick at Allison's stomach.

Allison waited. Tatyina didn't disappoint. As the smaller girl charged at her she readied herself and once she left the ground Allison's hands were already en route to slap the girl's legs away before she could reach her.

Allison backed up a couple steps, allowing the girl to get back to her feet. "Very impressive, darling, you've clearly got some skill and experience to you. I'm a bit of a slow starter, though, you'll have to excuse me." She walked a short distance around and turned back to face her opponent, stance the same as before, one hand up to offer a clinch. She carefully kept her face from betraying her inner smirk. All she meant to accomplish by offering her hand was to narrow down her opponent's possible offense, make her easier to anticipate, and if she for whatever reason took her hand then it'd be like an early birthday present. She watched carefully, without looking like she was trying too hard, and waited to see what Tatyina would come up with this time.

Tatyina's brow furrowed as her hand was slapped away, she bounced off the mat and hopped up to her feet, getting in her fighting stance with her fingers outstretched and her arms in front of her in a sort of karate stance. She looked upon Allison as she spoke, Tatyina didn't have time for banter, she had to find a way to penetrate Allison's defenses and not let her get up to speed. Tatyina bent her knees and looked Allison up and down. She dashed in towards Allison's guard, she ignored the hand and went low, trying to bring out a small jab to Allison's midsection to try and draw out the hand. The jab was a feint though, a quick thrust of her arm to try and bait the haughty blonde while she rolled her other shoulder forward and tried to push her leg upward to send a knee strike towards Allison's opposite side and get into the Brit's defenses.

Allison easily batted Tatyina's jab aside, but when she saw the knee coming she knew she didn't have time to react. It slammed into her belly and doubled her over.

"Unnh!"

It hurt. Getting hit in the stomach was never pleasant, but she got the feel of the girl. She'd hit her cleanly, but Tatyina was small, light, and didn't have the kind of crushing power that would level her right away. That was good to know. In the back of Allison's mind, she thought about how much she looked forward to getting this little girl off the mat and throwing her around once she got the chance.

Tatyina knew she didn't have time to let up on Allison. She was fully aware she lacked the kind of power she needed to devastate an opponent. So she hopped she could slide around the bigger woman and get her arms around Allison's waist and press her chest and head into Allison's back and go for a belly to back suplex. Gravity was a lot more powerful than she was if Tatyina could be quick about it.

Allison smiled through gritted teeth. As Tatyina wrapped her arms around Allison's waist, she bent her knees and got low, making herself as hard to pick up as possible, and grabbed hold of each of the girl's wrists. Call it a rookie mistake to blow your advantage so quickly. She wasn't picking Allison up.

With short steps she put her weight into Tatyina and pushed her backward until they hit the ropes. She yanked on one of Tatyina's wrists to separate her hands and pulled it up, twisting the arm around while she ducked under it, forcing the girl to bend forward.