W Y V E R N vs Tracy Canon - The Serious and The Sensual

[winner3]

For Tracy, the thrill of this fight was matched by the thrill she got from throwing Wyvern off her game! The rambunctious luchadora seemed to be one wrestler in the entire LAW roster that could do it. With her unique blend of both style and substance, bravado and in-ring talent, it seemed that only she could pick away at that cold, often stoic and pragmatic personality of Wyvern's! And that was more pronounced than ever before the bell rang!

Now that the two athletes were embroiled in the heat of battle, though, it became all too clear how much they both thrived on the thrill of the fight! Wyvern was every bit the demoness she was cracked up to be. Her nonchalant attitude and tone of voice, her dry delivery - these things were cast aside now that she was in the thick of it with Tracy! The raven-haired fighter was practically pulsating with a lust for battle. It was all too clear to the fans and the commentators looking on that with each strike Wyvern threw, she carved into her opponent's like doing so gave her life meaning! It was scary enough simply standing across the ring from someone like her. But exchanging blows and moves with her? Flirting with the dangers Wyvern imposed? Flirting with Wyvern in general? The pink and white luchadora's heart raced with the excitement she got out of each of those things!

As a fellow risk taker, it was all too clear to the tag team champion how well she'd score with her Enzuigiri Kick! Wyvern was still running right at her when Tracy leaped off the canvas! The luchadora carried all her forward momentum with her when she committed to the move. Wyvern's running start must have worked against her as well. The cracking sound of Tracy's kick connecting echoed out for all to hear! Tracy landed on all fours and tucked her head to roll forward. As her opponent stumbled and staggered, Canon rolled forward and then popped her legs and hips upwards! The masked middleweight sprang up off the canvas with a big Kip Up in the middle of the ring! She spread her arms out and played the crowd while Wyvern settled in the corner. And after just a second or two of this, Tracy would saunter over to the stunned girl.

"You know, you never did tell me..." Canon would begin to say as she slowly closed the gap between herself and Wyvern. She was sure Wyvern was expecting a full-on assault. But Tracy took her time for a moment. In part because she knew the change of pace was unexpected but also to recover a bit, herself. The arm bands on her forearms hid the light bruising Wyvern's strikes left on them. And the chance to breathe here, even briefly, helped Canon recover the breath she lost from that kick to the Solar Plexus earlier.

From here, Tracy would cup Wyvern's face with both hands and look to lean the aspiring younger wrestler's head and neck against the bottom turnbuckle. Tracy could see Wyvern struggling. She knew her downed rival would need at least another few seconds to find her way up!

"You never told me what you're gonna order when I take you out later!" The antics and the quips didn't stop, of course! Tracy knew this line would either stir Wyvern to get up sooner, or further bewilder an already peeved fighter and buy her just a few more seconds of Wyvern being in the corner like this.

As she said this, Tracy would pat Wyvern's cheek twice and blow a kiss at her. And the moment this gesture finished, she'd dart across the ring, running to the opposite corner and crouching forward to assume her new position!

Tracy would place both palms against the canvas. She bent one knee and kept the other leg straight! The luchadora would assume a runner's stance here! The crowd would begin to let out a collective "ohhhhh" in anticipation! But it would be very short-lived!

For in no time at all, Tracy would clear the gap between herself and Wyvern! If her opponent remained down, Canon would once again show off her insanely impressive ability and come at Wyvern with breakneck speed before turning around and going for a big Running Hip Attack! This time she aimed to torque her hips at the last minute and slam her plump, pale backside into a downed Wyvern's face, full throttle!

[Hills]

Wyvern had let her guard down for only a second, but that was enough. While she was far from a mindless brute normally, she still hadn't adjusted to just how much focus she needed to keep on Tracy at all times to keep track of her. Normally, she could divert her attention for a moment to check her surroundings or plan a run to the ropes, but doing so had cost her multiple times so far in the fight and had done so again. Trying to land multiple heavy hits had been a mistake. Making assumptions about the effects of her attack had been foolish. She knew now that she needed to assume Tracy would be able to recover and counter faster than she could follow-up, at least in any situation where she had been able to put distance between them.

All of these realizations flash through her mind in the instant before Tracy's foot drives into her neck, an flood of instinct that does little to help her against the strike as it bypasses her guard and slams home. Diverted from her course, the overeager wrestler is sent careening into the corner of the ring, where she impacts the post heavily. One impact or the other likely wouldn't have been enough to take her off her feet, but the two in quick succession leave her too dazed to stay up and she sinks to the ground with little grace. Gripping the ropes, she tries to pull herself up immediately, but gives up after a moment. She has the strength to make it to her feet, but that means nothing if she can't keep her balance. She still needs a few more moments before the world stops spinning.

The match, at a single glance, had been frustrating in the extreme. Tracy's constant teasing was consistently getting the better of her and the Swat Cat's speed and agility was allowing her to dance away every time Wyvern thought she might have a chance to fully lay into the tag champion. She was constantly off-guard, physically and mentally, and was unable to enter the rhythm that let her achieve her full potential. Normally, she'd be furious. Doubly so after taking a hit like that so carelessly. Despite this, Wyvern finds herself with mixed feelings. She was having fun. This wasn't just a fight, it was a puzzle. Tracy was strong enough not to fold when Wyvern was able to get in close, but the Swat Cat was never going to give her the chance to turn this into a fistfight. If she wanted to win, she needed to adapt. And for someone who lived and breathed fighting like Wyvern did, all that did was whet her appetite. Even as she struggles to recover, the Irish wrestler's mind spins as she sorts through her options.

Tracy's approach interrupts her thoughts. As much as she knew she needed to block out her opponent's banter if she wanted to keep her head straight, the older wrestler had a unique talent for drawing her in and forcing responses. The fact that she was, for the moment, a captive audience did nothing to help things. She resists the urge to haul herself up as the Swat Cat approaches, seeing that she wasn't planning to attack immediately. As galling as it was to let that go, she needed the extra time to recover even more than Tracy did. She resists the urge to snatch at her opponent when she gets within range, knowing that the attempt would be clumsy and that the faster wrestler was on the lookout for the slightest sign of aggression. She only glares back as Tracy adjusts her head, unsure if this is a trick, or just more mindgames. Only when Tracy begins to retreat does she let herself speak.

"You said italian, right? Maybe some all’arrabbiata. But let me guess yours. Puttanesca?" So pleased is Wyvern with her etymologically-driven reparte that it takes her a moment to realize she'd all but stated outright that she would lose. "...Might get some anyway after I win," she grumbles.

Wyvern can't help but admire the sheer athleticism involved in Tracy's explosive run across the ring, the older wrestler clearing the nearly 10 meter distance in moments. That same observation, though, lets her know that she won't have time to get up before she's able to make it back; another experimental tug on the ropes confirms that her balance isn't returned enough yet. Gritting her teeth, the Irish wrestler prepares for the inevitable impact when the Circus Cat sprints forward...but her resolve twists apart in a moment when Tracy twists in midair like her namesake and lands, rear first, directly on Wyvern's face!

...All right, then.

In an instant, Wyvern moves beyond determination and rage, into a state of icy calm. This wasn't just an insult, it was defiance. A warning had been given, and subsequently ignored. Such was the way of things. In the ultra-competitive environment of LAW, every threat was defied, every warning taken as an invitation. In some ways, to Wyvern's view, this was really her own fault. But that did not absolve Tracy. If she let this go, others would follow the pattern, eager to show that they, too, did not fear her. If they did, that was their choice. But they would not do so in ignorance of the consequences.

As Tracy soaks in the appreciative roars of the crowd, she can feel Wyvern's face moving against her backside. This is all the warning she gets, before...

*CHOMP*

Wyvern bites down, hard, stopping only barely shy of breaking Tracy's skin with her teeth!

[winner3]

The momentum in the match seesawed between these two. Wyvern's bloodlust and instincts, her drive to take risk after risk in the heat of the moment- this fighting style saw her real just as much risk as she did rewards! When it came to fighting styles, she and Tracy weren't so different. The spunky luchadora was driven by a different type of lust, but much like Wyvern, Tracy's skill, experience, and resilience as a wrestler spoke for themselves! None of her mind games and come-ons towards Wyvern would have any effect if she couldn't back it up in the ring! And right now, Tracy was backing up all that and so much more! Right into a stunned Wyvern's face in the corner!

"WOOOO!" Tracy let out a chirp when she connected with her Hip Attack!

The luchadora stands upright, quickly adjusting from her bent-over position after the Hip Attack. The explosion of her hips impacting Wyvern in the corner was quickly followed up by an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Tracy had zipped across the ring in record time! The torque she added by twisting her hips mid-flight only added more impact when her pale cheeks met the raven-haired girl's face dead on! The lively redhead brings her hands above her head and claps them together a couple times, inviting the crowd to clap along with her! Very soon, the fans in attendance all over the arena joined in and the rhythm was felt all over! Expectations mounted as the tag team champion subtly glanced back to make sure Wyvern was still stunned! This was it! It was finally time to go for it! Or so Tracy thought!

"I'm gonna pretend I know what those dishes are while I smother Wyvern and take her out on a date!" Tracy raised a finger high in the air, telegraphing her exact intentions for how to follow up with her next move!

Most wrestlers, particularly greener ones, might consider Tracy's showboating and silliness to be a show of pompousness- a mistake in this match! It very obviously gave a capable and calculating fighter like Wyvern precious few seconds to restore her equilibrium - to find her balance, recover, come up with a counter-strategy, and so on. But the truth was so much more nuanced!

Though the vibe and the energy that both fighters brought with them to the ring couldn't have been more different, both Wyvern and Tracy were very much on the same wavelength! In much the same way that Wyvern was subtly enjoying looking for ways to "solve" Tracy and find the chinks in her armor throughout this match, Tracy couldn't be having more fun right now by not keeping up with the stoic Irish brawler, but by throwing her for a loop just by being herself! The mutual respect between them became more and more tangible with each blow thrown and each big move attempted! Even now, as Tracy clapped her hands above her head and bent over to give the Irish lass a face full, she did so because doing it any other way would be a disservice to her and Wyvern both!

Canon sought to do what no other woman at LAW could this far! She looked to make a spectacle out of this moment and smother out this cold-blooded, cerebral, stoic fighter! The Circus Cat tripled down on her showboating here, not out of dislike or for lack of seriousness- nothing like that! This was a callback to their infamous and well-documented Twitter exchanges! Here The Circus Cat meant to rise up to Wyvern's challenge for anyone to even try to smother her at the risk of losing the pound of flesh that Wyvern promised to take! And while that was enough to scare off just about anyone, this SWAT Cat wasn't about punk out! In her own way, Tracy did this out of respect for her rival! Trying to sneak in a smother hold of a compromising hold in between moves would be far less honest and far less respectful of Wyvern's challenge than being bold and brash about to like she was now!

"A one! A two! A three! And four!" Tracy stomped to the rhythm of the crowd's claps! The curvy luchadora's placed her hands on her knees! With each clap, she took a step back! The audience cheered Canon on as backed it all the way up!

But the moment she parked her famed rump on the raven-haired girl's beautiful, scarred face...

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" A sharp cry from Tracy pierced the atmosphere in the arena when Wyvern quite literally bit into her backside!

"Ow! Crap! Frick! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Tracy practically burst out of the corner and immediately stopped, dropped, and rolled! She put both hands behind her and cupped the site of Wyvern's latest meal!

"She bit me! She really freaking bit me!" The curvy masked beauty would roll around a couple times in the center of the ring, finally settling on her front pounding the mats with her fist in pain! The pristine porcelain posterior of Tracy made the redness that much more visible! Cameras zoomed in on the bright red bite marks Wyvern left behind as Tracy's famed booty quaked while she writhed in pain!

The referee made sure to admonish Wyvern. But the striped shirt woman's protests would be drowned out by the laughs and boos from the crowd! No one expected that anyone would try to call Wyvern's bluff, but the Irish brawler made good on her word when Tracy tested her! And for her troubles, Tracy remained down and in pain for as long as it took for Wyvern to regroup and more!

Despite all the momentum in the match on Tracy's side suddenly deflating, despite this comical turn of events, Tracy's competitive spirit never wavered! And neither did her flirtatious charms! While still prone, the luchadora would raise her head when Wyvern got up. Tracy's blue eyes would meet Wyvern's brown ones, and while looking her opponent dead in the face, Tracy said with the most serious expression:

"Hey....it might have hurt, but I didn't say I wasn't into it!" Canon would say before smirking.