Samiya Pedroza vs. Muriel Spencer - A Is For Assassin

[BlackAkuma]

Call Muriel a traditionalist - or an ‘old fogey’, as Ms. Welsh often did - but she liked to start matches off traditionally, always favoring the collar-and-elbow, even when the outcome was an obvious one. It was a good way to kick things off, with so many ways the match could be turned in her favor, and it gave her a chance to rely on her technical skills, which so many modern wrestlers eschewed.

In this case, it had the dual purpose of putting Samiya at a range where her kicks were less effective. While Muriel enjoyed the height advantage, she wasn’t a striker, and didn’t like the idea of trading blows even with a smaller foe, if she could get away with it. Like this, she could exert greater control of the match and dictate the pace.

Samiya’s knees put a stop to those notions. One shot up, slicing into her stomach with a powerful knee strike, one that cut deep into her core. Another followed after it, drawing out a gust of stale air from her lungs.

But a third? No, Muriel would not suffer a third.

The knee landed, but this time, Samiya wasn’t allowed to take it back. Muriel wrapped her arm around it, reached over to capture her opponent’s head with her other arm, then arched her back, brought the woman down, and slammed her with a Fisherman’s Suplex, making sure to bridge out after the impact to pin her foe’s shoulders. She strongly doubted she would get more than a one-count this early in the match, if that much, but that wasn’t the point - she wanted to put a little fear into Samiya.

[Liesmith]

The thing Samiya enjoyed about a collar-and-elbow was pretty simple. It wasn’t all that far removed from a nice, simple Muay Thai clinch. And that made it satisfyingly straightforward to twist it until she could start throwing knees, particularly when most wrestlers defaulted to that silly push-and-shove nonsense.

Not that it wasn’t fun to bully her opponents around; the idiots she called fans loved it.

But, right now, Samiya was thinking that Spencer – who she knew to be a suplex specialist – was going to find it a whole lot harder to throw her around the ring once her midsection had been tenderised a little bit.

Both because she’d need to breathe but also because that core did a whole lot of the work when it came to lifting and throwing. Weaken that, her opponent’s options would start to shrink nicely.

Which could explain why she stuck around for a third knee when common sense really ought to be telling her that she was seriously pushing her luck against a vet like Spencer. Maybe it was telling her but, if so, Samiya ignored that little voice in the back of her head in favour of resetting and repeating.

Stupid choice.

She got the knee in but Spencer twisted, taking it as a graze rather than a solid hit, Samiya’s dark eyes widening appreciably even before the blonde’s solidly toned arm snagged it tight. They widened still more as she was wrenched off her feet, sent for a rapid ride that ended with her back slamming against the canvas.

Taking the impact on her upper spine and across her shoulders, Samiya instinctively arched up – tried to arch up, only to find she couldn’t. Spencer still had her, the blonde’s body curved over the Schoolgirl Assassin, keeping her pinned to the canvas as the referee came sliding in.

”ONE” boomed the crowd as hand met mat.

Samiya shook the cobwebs from her purple-haired head and twisted, thrusting her free arm off the mat with all the considerable power at her disposal.