Luchadora Meets Punk: Nattie Emberly Vs. Leona Chase-Arawn

[Epicsnivy]

Nattie was in pain from multiple ends, not only was her nose bleeding, but her crotch was in terrible pain from the atomic drop. The only thing she could do was writhe from the incredible amount of torture she was in. She wanted it to go away, how could she go back to her band like this?

All of a sudden, she felt herself being turned onto her back by someone, who she later found out was Leona. Leona then laid a foot on Nattie's stomach and the referee decided to count, and then she dropped a handkerchief on Nattie's bleeding face.

Needless to say, Nattie felt disrespected. So she attempted to get her shoulder up at the count of two to break the count, and attempt to throw the Handkerchief right at Leona's face. "FUCK YOU!" Nattie yelled.

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona had the best intentions, but not the best way to carry them out. Ending this might be for the best - that way, neither would have to keep showing off at their lowest point, and Nattie can have a moment backstage to reflect on 'not pissing off such a short fuse' opponent.

It would have been a good ending for both of them, but of course, the steps the Luchadora took were not the most polite for a trampled Spike - even if she had the excuse of little physical contact out of deference to her humiliated opponent, Nattie wasn't dead enough to let herself end up like that! The rag flew back into Chase's face along with a loud jolt that almost made her scream in horror - the handkerchief came with drops of blood on it.

"D'y- you're a...you-... *shriek full of schoolgirl disgust after remembering the bloody handkerchief* just let me help you!" Leona was being sincere...

She'd rush at her injured opponent, looking to cover her crippled body with her own and... she really wouldn't know how to handle things at this point to keep her down for a count without needing to hit her any more than she's already hit her, but she is willing to look for a solution to that if she could stay on top of this punk with terrible music! Like applying the mount position for better positioning and try to grab Nattie's hands to bring her wrists together and pin them to the canvas, just above the punk's head, using mainly the weight of her palm.

It was an idea, and nothing guaranteed that Nattie would stay down to be overpowered again by that "masked madgirl", but if Leona managed to overpower- with the other hand would bite the cleanest corner of the handkerchief to tear it in two halves. Her final intention was to put each section into each nostril so that Nattie would no longer bleed, and if that went well, she would give her nose a tug to reposition it if it was broken. "Just... let me... help you!..."

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona had the best intentions, but not the best way to carry them out. Ending this might be for the best - that way, neither would have to keep showing off at their lowest point, and Nattie can have a moment backstage to reflect on 'not pissing off such a short fuse' opponent.

It would have been a good ending for both of them, but of course, the steps the Luchadora took were not the most polite for a trampled Spike - even if she had the excuse of little physical contact out of deference to her humiliated opponent, Nattie wasn't dead enough to let herself end up like that! The rag flew back into Chase's face along with a loud jolt that almost made her scream in horror - the handkerchief came with drops of blood on it.

"D'y- you're a...you-... *shriek full of schoolgirl disgust after remembering the bloody handkerchief* just let me help you!" Leona was being sincere...

She'd rush at her injured opponent, looking to cover her crippled body with her own and... she really wouldn't know how to handle things at this point to keep her down for a count without needing to hit her any more than she's already hit her, but she is willing to look for a solution to that if she could stay on top of this punk with terrible music! Like applying the mount position for better positioning and try to grab Nattie's hands to bring her wrists together and pin them to the canvas, just above the punk's head, using mainly the weight of her palm.

It was an idea, and nothing guaranteed that Nattie would stay down to be overpowered again by that 'masked madgirl', but if Leona managed to overpower- with the other hand would bite the cleanest corner of the handkerchief to tear it in two halves. Her final intention was to put each section into each nostril so that Nattie would no longer bleed, and if that went well, she would give her nose a tug to reposition it if it was broken. "Just... let me... help you..."

[Epicsnivy]

Nattie would not accept help from anyone, especially from a dumb luchadora like Leona. She was still gonna fight back, no matter how much she was bleeding. Nattie did not want sympathy from anyone except possible her bandmates, and even then she would deny it. For her, sympathy was the ultimate insult from an opponent, and she wanted to make sure Leona was the one asking for sympathy.

All of a sudden, Leona mounted her and held her arms down. What the hell was she doing, Nattie thought to herself. Was she still trying to help her?
Anyhow, Nattie would not let that happen, even if she was being held down against her will.

So with Leona attempting to hold her down and give her a handkerchief to plug her nose, Nattie was attempting to headbutt her, specifically aiming for the nose.

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona was putting the fight aside to listen to her softer side. Nattie might be all that someone like Yusure would keep at arm's distance if she'd met her in high school and someone who, one would assume, her alter ego would smash into the ground to straighten out her behaviour. But that human side of her couldn't tolerate seeing someone bleed like that, let alone if it was her fault.

And that would only serve to have someone as wild as a Tasmanian devil headbutt her right in the nose so that the luchadora would keep trying to be the hero that no one asked for.

"Guogh!" There would be a gasp as the forehead of an offended Spike thundered into the nose of an unsuspecting Leona, the brunette's head would snap back in an arc, folding her lips inwards and bringing the hand that held the pieces of the rag to her face while with the other still holding the punk's crossed hands above her head. She remains immobile, straddling her for a while as her opponent struggles to get out from under her, perhaps? And the burning in her nostrils increasing, Leona would feel something wet and warm welling up as her eyes glazed over. And it couldn't be...

But to make matters worse, when she saw her hand with its perception split and unfocused by the loss of that contact lens, she would need no more than a few seconds to identify what that red hue on her palm would be. Silence would overwhelm her for a few long moments before her eyes furrowed behind her mask and her teeth gnashed.

"You... you're irreclaimable!!" The luchadora, had had enough, she wanted this debut to be more professional as she had dreamed and planned, but Nattie was not cooperating and this was the last straw. When she screamed that truth, Leona would throw that same hand with the now bloody pieces of the cloth right into Nattie's mouth to gag her.

"I can't try anymore, I really can't!" Leona would struggle to bring her crossed arms to the punk's own chest and turn her onto hers belly and then sit lower, as if at hers hips, and pull hers arms back while planting her boots on the other woman's calves so she could bend her spine with a Cross Arm cavernaria!

Spoiler

[Epicsnivy]

Nattie was not gonna be nice and amicable to anybody, especially to someone like Leona. Rockers like Nattie does not give respect to those who do not deserve it. And she was not gonna take some stupid rag from anyone. She was gonna give Leona an extremely nasty surprise that the masked luchadora would not be able to handle.

BAM!

And that was the sound of Nattie and Leona cracking skulls, as Nattie managed to hit Leona with a headbutt. Though her head was ringing from the impact, Nattie let out a small smirk, being proud of the cheap shot she just hit Leona with.

But things would not turn out well fo Nattie, as that took out the last bit of energy the Spike once had, leaving her as prey for Leona.

The smirk was soon gone from Nattie, replaced by a handkerchief in the mouth, as Nattie felt like she was being gagged, and without being able to put up any resistance, Nattie was locked in a Cross Arm Cavernaria.

Nattie wanted to scream, but the handkerchief was preventing her from doing so as pain fried her arms and legs. Nattie had no way of getting out of this, the pain was too much, and she could not tap out.

In the end, Nattie fainted from all the pain. The punk was knocked out

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona would exert a great deal of pressure on the rude punk's entire body without any regard for the repercussions. A part of her didn't want to be kind or competitively adept. She wanted to punish her, just as her alter-ego should have been doing from the start, without the need for direct provocation, just for the mere fact of being a minor annoyance in her shoe on her debut.

But without noticing, the same fury that drove her to see red, was the same fury that gagged the punk with the dirty bits of the handkerchief and the same fury that took advantage of her deplorable state to twist her into a very tense cavernaria.

"Tell me!... Tell me!" grumbled this other side of her, wanting an answer that was perhaps never going to come from Nattie's lips - not with her attitude, let alone with that handkerchief inside her mouth - let alone with an opponent as volatile as Leona was being. And who knows if that answer would have made her understand why they were so different in terms of goals. But the result was already taken: Nattie's eyes seemed to turn white with pain before closing and she stopped grimacing of choke.

"Tell!... me?..." One last mandate of the luchadora would come out before this looked final, Nattie looked like she wasn't coming back from this. Leona's head would go cold as she saw that she was nothing more than a dummy in her grip and she? the monster? And she had to release her to sprawl on the canvas, perhaps, and have the referee check on her.

It would be quick, talk to her first to see if she would react and next take her dominant arm to see if Nattie could keep it up. Let's see if anything of this little Japanese girl was salvageable to continue or it would end this sour debut.

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The submission hold that Leona had locked in took all of the remaining energy out of the furious punk girl known as Nattie Emberly, her entire body went limp as it could no longer take the amount of pain she was absorbing at the moment. Her lifeless body laid out on the canvas, as the referee checked on the black-haired girl.

The referee grabbed the limp arm of Nattie and dropped it down to the mat once. It slammed into the mat with a lifeless thud.

He brought it up again, and once again it dropped to the mat with a thud.

One more time and it was all over, and Nattie would be considered knocked out and no longer able to continue the match at this point. So, he grabbed and raised it again and dropped it.

Only for it to hit the mat for the third time, signaling that Nattie was knocked out and could no longer continue the match. The referee rang the bell and like that, Nattie lost in humiliating fashion.

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona stood impassively behind her mask - though her breathing did not follow her in this: being agitated by the speculation as to whether that hold had been enough to compromise a punk as unruly and tenacious and lucky as Nattie was. She had the opportunity to crush her for a potentially successful pinfall earlier in the match but for the referee not being in his right mind at the time, that was as close to using her finisher as she had come in the entire match.

And there she was now: standing about five feet from the scene as the referee corroborated what had the luchadora internally impatient: whether or not this match was going to continue. But she saw it for herself and even that brought a change in her, slumping her shoulders as Nattie's arm slumped to the canvas inertly. There was nothing more to do, Nattie was out.

When the bell was struck, that didn't feel like the end for the masked wrestler - she had been looking forward to finally making her debut in this great wrestling federation and now, even as the referee took her hand to raise it and present her as the winner of this match while the loudspeakers announced her as such, she felt as if she had not accomplished any of her goals for this match.

Nattie had brought out the more mature side of herself, had made her look ridiculous in more than one turn, and even managed to break her nose when, in a nice gesture comparable to wanting to heal the wound of a wounded she-wolf, Spike gave her a nosebleed as a gift. This was the equivalent of getting air in a box as a gift to her. She couldn't even use her finisher. And she didn't know who to blame but herself for losing her temper in what should have been a good match for the two debutants - or at least for one of them it had to be.

She would simply exhale when it was time to leave the ring and puff out her chest, because she would walk out with her head held high for at least taking down her opponent and leaving her, the referee and whoever else was potentially in the ring to attend to the remnants of their match.

But that is what experiences are based on, and it was too early to be left alone with the bad taste of having such high expectations and getting carried away by her anxieties. Her career had just begun and there were many games to come before could decide whether she would continue along the rocky road ahead.

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Nattie took a minute to come back to her senses, for her body to start moving again with any sort of life to it. She was still very woozy, her body feeling like it was bursting and exploding from all sides with pain. She looked around at the fans as she slowly, very slowly in fact, got back up to her feet. It only took Nattie a second to realize what had just happened.

She had lost in a very humiliating fashion, being knocked out from all the pain that convulsed onto her body. Her nose was still bloody, though the bleeding had stopped somewhat, it did not stop the embarrassment. Nattie, for all her bravado and ego tripping, could not handle losing.

Shielding her face with her arms, Nattie ran out of the ring, hiding her tears from all the humiliation of losing the match. Nattie cannot show her face again for a while. Next time she will not lose, this had to be a fluke.

Winner by Submission: Leona Chase-Arawn