Troubled Cousins - Antonia Escherón vs Queen Geedorah

[Kassia]

The day had come, the debut match. Nerve-wracking to some, however the assassin seemed like she could care less, nonchalantly fastening her gloves as she patiently waited for her entrance theme to play. She knew she had done far crazier stuff than have a measly wrestling debut, and just wanted to finish off her opponent quickly to get it over with.

Finally, her theme started to play and she closed her eyes for a moment before slowly walking out.

Antonia

Entrance Theme

Her expression remained rather monotone as she paused to look out at the loud crowd, taking in all the noise and atmosphere, until she continued strutting down the ramp and towards the ring, her heels clicking and clacking along the way. She remained calm and classy as she reached her destination before she elegantly made her way inside, looking out at the crowd again as she made her way to her corner, patiently waiting for her opponent.

She didn’t exactly have high hopes, it was a debut after all, no way she’d be put in the big leagues this early, however, she still continued to ponder.

‘Someone… tolerable will do fine. Though, maybe someone really evil could be fun to throw around, or someone really goody-goody.’

As she re-evaluated how picky she actually was, she continued to wait patiently for her opponent, awaiting their entrance so they could finally get started.

[BlackAkuma]

”No, no, no, fuck, no!”

Yo-Yo paced about in the gorilla position as her opponent made her entrance, nervously scanning through the chat in her phone. Sure enough, she was getting messages from her cousin - messages that told her that she was in Tokyo, that she’d arrived this morning, that she’d hooked up with LAW, that she was on the way to the arena to give her ‘backup’. All of this, she’d learned in the last few hours, and it was already freaking her right the fuck out.

Aaliyah Jackson. Her cousin, though most people thought she was her big sister from the way she’d acted. Back in America, she’d always been the center of attention, the show-stealer, and Yo-Yo had hoped to get out from under her shadow when she came to Japan. That, admittedly, hadn't worked out so well, with her losing her matches so far and getting her ass-kicked both times, but hey - it was a process, right? A slow process. A painfully slow process. She’d get there on her terms.

But if Aaliyah was here, it meant that the clock was ticking. She didn’t just need to win this match, and she needed to get a good one. Quick, clean, decisive. Show that Aaliyah wasn’t the only wrestler in the family who could get this job done right.

”Let’s go, let’s go!”

Yo-Yo’s chosen track for the day started up and the woman herself came out, making her way down the ramp with a microphone in hand. She was more than a little amped up, coming down to the ring with a hurried step, but she kept the microphone close to her lip as she prepared for her opening rap. As much as time was a factor, she couldn't ignore her gimmick.

”Hey yo, Queen Geedorah and I’m here for business
Took one step on the ramp and I’m like ‘What is this?’
It’s cool, boo - I like them high heels, yo
This a wrestling match, not a fashion show!
In here with that white hair, like a ghost
I’m gonna pull that necktie tight ‘round your throat!
This skinny-ass skank’s got nothing for me
I’m about to smack the fuck out of Wall Street Barbie!”

Yeah, that would do.

Yo-Yo slid into the ring, popped up to her feet, and spun about to face her opponent, looking her square in the eye with a wicked smirk. As nervous as she was, she wasn’t about to let any of that out - if you wanted to be the GOAT, you had to act like the GOAT. Project it. ”You ready to get your ass beat, hun?”

[Kassia]

The woman pondered further, closing her eyes and trying to remain calm, knowing overthinking would just lead to her downfall.

‘It’ll just be someone normal, bland… it’s a debut Antonia, calm yourself. They won’t be anything special right?’

After an agonising wait, her thoughts were finally interrupted by a rather chilled rap beat starting to play, and her opponent hastily making her way down, holding, to Antonia’s surprise, a microphone, which she promptly used.

As the rap was uttered, Antonia’s expression only darkened further. The arrogance of Yo-Yo already struck a nerve of the assassin, and the disses thrown her way only further heightened it.

She folded her arms and watched as her foe confidently slid into the ring and faced her with a smirk, uttering another arrogant remark.

The assassin sourly stared back before stepping closer to the rapper, being practically as close as can be.

“You’ll be lucky to make me sweat, nursery rhymes won’t save you in here.”

The woman calmly walked to her corner after the remark, already frustrated that she had to get someone so obnoxious so early into her LAW career, and sighed as she stretched and waited for the bell to ring.

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo was expecting her opponent to step up - that was what typically happened when she gave them a lyrical beatdown. All part of the game, getting in their heads, fucking with their rhythm, that sort of thing. Granted, you could argue the effectiveness of it, since she hadn't won a single match yet, but she was confident that it would win out this time. This chick wasn’t all that big, not intimidating, she could handle this easy.

”Oh, I’m scared. Shaking in my pants over here. You see me shaking, right?” She smirked as Antonia backed off of to her side of the ring. ”Please. I’m about to add some red to that white hair of yours and drop your ass like a bad habit, baby bitch. Just watch!”

Feeling herself, she returned to her side of the ring, bouncing every step of the way. She didn’t have a plan per se, but she already knew how she was going to approach this whole thing - straight out of the gate, total aggression, throwing it all to the wind and taking her opponent down hard and fast

The bell rang and she came rushing forward, zooming across the ring at full speed in the hopes of taking Antonia off guard. She lashed out the moment she was close, trying to land a wild punch at her opponent’s face with a truckload of momentum behind it.

[Kassia]

Geedorah’s comments continued to flick at Antonia’s nerves, however she remained calm, maintaining her monotonous and professional exterior, despite the arrogance of her opponent. She took deep breaths to calm her heart rate, which was also being influenced by the bustling crowd, all gathered to watch, and focused the best she could.

‘Come on Antonia, this is a cakewalk compared to what you’ve been through. You’re an assassin, flooring this egomaniac should be easy.’

She reassured herself before the bell suddenly rang, and her opponent immediately went on the offensive. Antonia quickly registered the punch flying towards her face, and knew there wasn’t gonna be any grace period in this fight.

Her expression remained the same, however she swiftly dodged out of the way of the mammoth of a punch and instead attempted to put Geedorah in a Hammerlock, grabbing her forearm and locking it behind her back, wanting to work her way into the match and see what she could slowly do rather than immediately go wild.

‘She definitely isn’t of the same style as me, so much more rash and reckless. I better stay vigilant and counter her every move to wear her down. There’s no way I’m letting this… brat have a chance at beating me.’

[BlackAkuma]

Swing and a miss. ”Son of a fuck!”

Yo-Yo had been banking on the element of surprise to work in her favor, going with the mantra of hitting first and hitting hard, looking to take out a foe before the match could even really start. That hadn't worked out so well in the past, to be fair, but she was optimistic all the same.

She was just about to go for another try when her opponent caught her from behind, twisting her arm around and trapping her with some kind of weird submission lock thing. She never knew the names of these things, and it didn’t matter much - they were annoying as hell, who gave a fuck? She just wanted out, and she wasn’t shy about voicing her displeasure.

”Get off!” She swung her free arm about in a futile attempt to strike her foe, thrashing this way in that in an ineffective struggle. ”Bitch, if you don’t let me go, I swear to fucking god-”

[Kassia]

The Hammerlock had connected well, and she twisted her opponent’s arm a little more as she held her there. The crowd still waited calmly in anticipation, with Antonia herself taking breaths as not to rush things just yet.

She suddenly felt the rushes of air brushing her from all the wild thrashes Geedorah was throwing out, and kept behind Yo-Yo as to dodge them.

She gave off a sly smirk at her complaints and shouts, before leaning closer to the woman from behind and whispering.

“We’re only just getting started… but as you wish…”

Suddenly, without any warning, Antonia tried to deliver a sharp kick behind the knee joint of her opponent, hoping to get her down on one knee and to stun and hopefully shut the woman up, whilst still continuing to control/hold her arm.

If this was successful, she’d push the woman away whilst still holding her arm, as if to unwind her, before she’d pull her back in at speed and raise her knee to deliver a swift yet harsh knee to Yo-Yo’s jaw.

[BlackAkuma]

This submission shit. Yo-Yo absolutely hated getting wrapped up like this. She’d never got the hang of it in her wrestling training, only able to do stuff like Camel Clutches and Boston Crabs at the worst, and not execute them all that well. It just felt like a waste of time - why go through all that effort when you could punch people in the face until they went down? Not only easier, but more effective.

The only thing she hated more than doing the moves was being in one, which sucked. She swung around, tried to clip Antonia with a wild punch, but the woman was always out of reach, too far for her to touch.

”Ah, fuck!” Yo-Yo yelped as she was brought down by a kick to the back of her knee, forcing her to drop down. She hissed at the pain and turned to curse at her foe, but that just made it easier for the woman to bring a knee around and smack her square on the nose, hitting with an ear-tingling impact.

Yo-Yo fell to her back, her eyes glassy and blinking, needing a second for her senses to return. When they did, they brought a good deal of pain along with them, and she reached up to feel her battered nose - not broken, not yet, but way closer to it than she would’ve liked. Worse of all, Antonio still had control of her arm, and she wasn’t in much of a position to do anything like this. All she could managed was to swing around and try to kick at her opponent’s leg, but that was more out of spite than anything.

[Kassia]

The classy woman had to stop herself from letting out a sly smile after the impact, not wanting to bask in her opponent’s pain too early. Her strike was very well placed and she was tempted just to admire her work for a moment as her opponent regained her senses. The crowd let out some groans of compassion to Geedorah, but Antonia couldn’t care less. She just wanted to finish her foe off efficiently, and not have to endure much more of her blabbering.

“Giving up is always a valid option.”

The woman continued to stifle a smug smirk as Yo-Yo started to throw some rash kicks in retaliation, all of course, swiping the air and leading to nothing. Antonia continued holding her opponent by the arm and dragged her up slightly once again. She paused for a moment, as if not being able to decide just what to do with her, before suddenly throwing out a simple yet stiff kick full force to the side of Geedorah’s head.

If it connected, she would waste no time going for the first pin attempt of the match, hooking her opponent’s leg with one arm while pushing her face down into the canvas with the other, just to tease her further.

[BlackAkuma]

”So is you going to fuck yourself.”

Okay, it was not one of Yo-Yo’s best comebacks, but in her defense, she had a lot on her plate at the moment, which wasn’t the most conducive environment for creative thinking. It was becoming clear—painfully clear—that her opponent had a pretty big skill gap over her, and she was having a hard time deciding what she could do about that. She needed an out, but she was drawing blanks on how to make that happen.

She could not land anything meaningful as her opponent forced her upwards, dragging her up to her feet and making her stand. There was an awkward pause, and Yo-Yo thought she might have an opening to try something, but her hopes were dashed when her opponent lashed out with a wild kick to the face, striking right on the bridge of her already-hammered nose. Yo-Yo’s eyes glazed over, there were a few rapid blinks, and down she went. Easy prey.

”1…!”

Yo-Yo came back to reality an instant later - had she been unconscious for a second? She didn’t remember Antonia dropping on her for the pin, but there she was, covering her and folding her up.

”2…!”

Yo-Yo was only just able to get her shoulders up before the final count came down, narrowly avoiding an embarrassingly early loss by a fraction of a second. She shook her head, rolled over to her chest, and tried to crawl for the ropes, hoping to make some distance between her and Antonia before the bitch could do whatever she had planned next.