Roaring Into The Storm: Wyvern vs. Alizeh Midori 2

[Hills]

Wyvern's last-minute counter to Alizeh's attempted facebuster spares her from further injury, bringing her down but dealing no immediate damage. So focused is she on mitigating the danger, however, that the full implications of her actions occur to her only after they have happened, and she finds herself planted head-first between Alizeh's legs. Sheer incredulity about the unlikeliness of the situation slows down her reaction time, giving Alizeh a chance to lock in a reverse figure-four headscissors, trapping Wyvern in place and preventing the mortified wrestler from immediately extricating herself from this latest indignity.

This had better not be the one match my family chooses to watch.*

Lamenting her position, Wyvern is only barely cognizant of Alizeh's playful taunting, but she does indeed hear her opponent's words before the headscissors are locked in and trap her in place. For a moment, there's no reaction from the combative irishwoman as she internally bemoans her circumstances. After a moment, though...

"...Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh..."

Alizeh can (fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective) feel more than hear the deep, rumbling growl that begins to erupt from Wyvern's throat, the enraged thrumming no doubt prefacing another of Wyvern's surges of furious brutality. Indeed, despite her lack of easy airflow, Wyvern still proceeds to spryly push herself up enough to get her good leg underneath her, and begins to lift both herself and Alizeh off the ground and towards a standing position. This will take a moment, giving Alizeh a chance to respond, but if she manages to get back to her feet, the tactical benefits of Alizeh's current position will be completely reversed.
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*It was.

[Bare]

Completely and utterly without intention Alizeh and Wyvern had ended up in a rather... compromising position. One that saw Wyvern's face near buried in Alizeh's crotch, with Alizeh's legs coming around Wyvern's head for a figure four headscissors on top of that to keep the black haired beauties face stuck pressed up against Alizeh's crotch. Now Alizeh had absolutely no intention of trying to embarass or actively flirt with Wyvern, especially knowing how completely dangerous the Irish woman could be when enraged, butttt this was like have a golden opportunity right in front of you. Alizeh just had to take it and make the most of it.

Much to Wyvern's chagrin at least. For the moment however Alizeh wondered if she should have executed this kinda strategy earlier, Wyvern's lack of action so far seemed like a good sign, that either the headscissors or compromising position made her unable to fight. In fact for a split second Alizeh was beginning to think she may have the final point in hand to win this for good.

Then Alizeh felt... something from deep within Wyvern's throat hit her crotch. "Aughhhhhhh..." And she couldn't help the loud moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. Despite the surface level pleasure of it though Alizeh knew it was a very, very bad sign, that Wyvern was indeed still awake and would soon be moving to to counter. Something Alizhe would have to be careful with as slowly but surely she felt herself get pulled up along with Wyvern as she fought to stand to her feet. 'Alright... lets play a game of chicken.' Alizeh thought to herself, waiting until Wyvern was mostly standing up with Alizeh hanging off her neck. If the Irish woman didn't act fast enough then Alizeh would curl her abs lifting herself up to Wyvern's head level before tossing her weigh back and twisting her hips, aiming to try and send Wyvern careening away with a makeshift hurricanrana!

[Hills]

When Wyvern gets angry enough, very little can truly disrupt her. The exceptionally strong irishwoman is a juggernaut even at her calmest, and her tendency towards focused rages simply makes her more single-minded. Every rule has exceptions, however, Alizeh's moaned response to her enraged growling is enough to knock Wyvern right out of her growing fury. The entire situation was ridiculous, embarassing, and altogether infuriating, but there were limits to how far even Wyvern's temper can rise. The entire scenario has just grown too farcical.

Well, I guess this is just my life now.

While the melancholic burst of emotion is enough to slow Wyvern down and give Alizeh a chance to act, it doesn't take Wyvern's attention off of her opponent. As the American wrestler curls her body up to prepare for the hurricanrana, Wyvern immediately recognizes the intention behind it and moves to counter. Attempting to hold herself upright is a fools errand with only one good leg, but the two are still near the corner of the ring. As Alizeh throws her body backwards in an attempt to hurl Wyvern back to the ground, the Irish wrestler's hand grab hold of the ropes, preventing her from being taken off of her feet.

Taking the counter a step farther, Wyvern lifts herself and Alizeh off the ground entirely using the ropes, then lifts her good leg up as the Emerald Storm throws herself down, aiming to drive her knee into the back of Alizeh's neck with an improvised Neckbreaker!

[Bare]

After her first match against Wyvern, if someone were to tell Alizeh that in their rematch the Irish woman would cause Alizeh to moan in pleasure by stimulating her crotch than Alizeh would have definitely burst out laughing. It just seemed so absurd for Wyvern to do. Yet here they were, granted albeit unintentionally, but still definitely in the situation described. Despite that though Alizeh didn't burst out laughing. She was far too focused and serious too right now. After the match maybe, but for now Alizeh knew she was in danger of getting powerbombed, possibly right through the mat, so she curled up in order to throw her weight back for a counter.

However with that brief split second of being able to see Wyvern upright Alizeh's eyes would widen in panic seeing what she saw. Wyvern, holding onto the ropes after managing to step back while Alizeh curled up. Something she wasn't able to tell from her position, and unfortunately wheels were already in motion as despite recognizing her move would no longer work Alizeh couldn't keep herself curled up forever!

So the moment she began to fall backwards Alizeh prepared herself to get loosed from Wyvern's neck and make a nasty bump with the mat. It was a good thing she did so too, because Wyvern wasn't looking to let Alizeh off the hook so easily. As she threw her weight back Alizeh was intercepted by a familiar limb driving itself into her neck! 'AGHHH!" Alizeh screamed out, her legs coming free from Wyvern as the green haired wrestler flopped down to the mat, holding her neck and hissing in pain after that exchange!

[Hills]

The familiar impact of knee on bone sends a grim thrill of success down Wyvern's spine. Alizeh's hurricanrana would have been incredibly dangerous for Wyvern at this late stage of the match, but some quick thinking and her prodigious strength had saved her from taking the move head-on. In her first match, she never would have been able to think of, let alone pull off, such an intricate response in that amount of time. Distracted by her relief, however, the Irishwoman drops down onto both feet, nearly falling over before shifting her weight onto her good leg. This was becoming more and more of a problem. Speaking of problems...

"If that's what you were looking for, buy me d-dinner first."

Wyvern curses internally and momentarily blushes, her attempt at playing off her earlier unintentional pleasuring of Alizeh failing utterly when embarassment causes her to stumble over her words. In hindsight, she shouldn't have even tried. Whatever growth she'd had as a wrestler, as a person, she still wasn't used to LAW's often flirtatious atmosphere. Silence had served her well in the past.

Electing not to double down on her error and giving up on any further attempt to recover her dignity, the Irish wrestler returns her focus to the fight. Her usual response to a downed opponent, a soccer kick to something vulnerable, wasn't going to do much with only one good leg. That's far from her only option, however, and a new plan occurs to her when she remembers a move that failed the last time she had wrestled Alizeh. Narrowing her eyes, Wyvern jumps into the air, curling her leg and aiming a knee drop for Alizeh's spine!

[Bare]

Taking that neckbreaker from Wyvern had definitely done a number on Alizeh, leaving her unable to really come up with a proper response anytime soon. The damage from the impact of it leaving Alizeh stunned and unable to do much besides, try and get a hand under her to start pushing herself up, the other hand still set on her neck which was still stinging.

Although.. Alizeh was still more than capable of hearing Wyvern's words, or rather her attempt at a quip. 'Oh Wyvern.' Alizeh thought to herself at how cliche that one in particular was.... At the same time though Alizeh couldn't help but go for such a easy target. 'W-W-Well you are m-my ty- AGH!" Before she could actually finish her response however Alizhe was cut off with a scream of pain as Wyvern's knee dropped down hard onto her spine, sending the green haired girl splatting down onto the mat, her limbs going out in each direction from the impact!

"Ngh..." Moaning softly still from the impact Alizeh didn't offer much else in the way of signs of life. In fact she looked very nearly out of it to anyone watching. Something that left the fans watching with baited, anticipated breath, waiting to see what would happen and if things were actually about to come to an end here!

[Hills]

Wyvern suppresses a growl as she drives her knee down onto Alizeh's back, forcing her opponent flat onto the canvas with a direct hit to the spine.

"Do not finish that sentence."

Attempting to cut this particular line of conversation short before she gets distracted, Wyvern delivers her imperative with just a bit too much force to return to her usual, detached tone. The only saving grace from this series of abject humiliations was that nobody in the audience could possibly have heard the contents of their back-and-forth. While she doesn't care much about what other people think of her, the dangerous aura she'd cultivated had helped cut down on unnecessary social interactions. If this got out, nobody would ever take her seriously again.

Planting her feet on either side of Alizeh's back as she stands up, Wyvern leans down over her fallen opponent and wraps both arms around her waist. Straining her uninjured leg to its limit in taking the burden of nearly all of Alizeh's weight, the Irish wrestler heaves the other woman off the ground and into air, carrying her back and over her head as she bends her entire body into a german suplex. Not able to reliably deliver a full suplex without both legs, Wyvern releases Alizeh at the height of the move, sending her flying back towards the center of the ring.

[Bare]

Alizeh was left gasping and moaning in pain, cut off mid banter by a decidedly annoyed Wyvern via a brutal knee drop to the back that nearly totally paralyzed the green haired girl from the sheer impact of it. Let alone where it had made impact being so damn effectual. Things wouldn't be lightening up anytime soon though and before Alizeh could even begin to get up she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from above and instinctively knew something bad was about to happen.

The worst part was that Alizeh couldn't even begin to do anything. Both the neckbreaker and a knee drop to the back were extremely debilitating moves on their own but used back to back? It was damn hard to pull one's self back together right away after taking such a combination. As such Alizhe was lifted off the mat, her limbs dangling for a moment as she got hefted up before being swung backwards wit incredible force and fury by her enraged opponent!

However Alizhe wasn't getting suplexed in a ordinary way. No, the green haired girl felt the grip around her waist dissipate mis throw before getting flung threw the air and to the mat close to the center of the ring! "Gah Agh!" Alizeh cried out in pain as she bounced off the mat flopped onto her back, gasping and groaning in pain as she tried to move her arms and sit up somewhat, but she was still looking pretty dazed all things considered.

[Hills]

After the last few moments of frenzied exertion, Wyvern's body finally gives up in protest. A brief, futile effort to stand is quickly foiled as the Irish wrestler collapses onto her back, arms and legs splayed out to the sides. Burning lungs protest even this brief effort, and she sucks air in with huge gasps in an effort to recover herself. Rivers of sweat pour down every inch of exposed skin, chilling her as the heat of her exertions begins to slowly fade away in her inactivity. Craning her neck back, she checks on her opponent (and part time ragdoll), but Alizeh is showing no signs of rising up any time soon, either. Heaving out a sigh, she resigns herself to taking a few moments to catch her breath.

"For...the record...you cheated. I would've won...if you hadn't...waited for me...to be off-guard..."

Her stunning display of maturity finished, Wyvern allows her eyes to unfocus, the glare of the ceiling lights distant enough to not blind her. For the first time in a while, she becomes aware of the roars of the crowd again, her focus having been absorbed completely into the match. The audience has been worked into a frenzy, calling for more displays of skill and violence from the two combatants in the ring. Wyvern allows that to fade into the background as well, practice serving her well. The moment is almost peaceful, in an odd way, but Wyvern never truly relaxes. Even with her other senses lapsed, she pays keen attention to the vibrations of the canvas under her, waiting for any sign that Alizeh is actually getting to her feet.

[Bare]

Dropped hard onto the mat with an absolute quake of the ring following suit Alizeh was left face first on the mat, panting in utter exhaustion and pain, her body releasing sweat in waves as a desperate means of cooling her already overheated body down if at least a little bit. Additionally every last one of the muscles in her back was positively screaming in pain and contracting tightly, nearly seizing up from the amount of overdue shock that had been placed on them, meanwhile the muscles in Alizeh's arms and legs weren't much better off, seizing up their only relief was that by now numbness had set in, leaving the pain receptors to let out a steady strobe of soreness.

Despite all this however, all the signs that she was positively exhausted and depleted physically, well past her pain threshold, Alizeh wasn't unconscious yet, nor was she planning on quitting anytime soon. Even now after getting dropped so brutally she wasn't even allowing herself to rest. Not completely at least. Rather than lay and take breaths, Alizeh had her fists clenched tightly to keep herself focused, taking slow but sharp breaths of air to regulate her breathing and charge up one last burst of energy. One look up was all it took to tell Alizeh that Wyvern was also down for now and didn't seem to be getting back up right away. This gave Alizeh the chance she needed to regroup and reset herself for what she needed to hopefully end this match.

Although she still heard Wyvern's words and.. god did it make her wanna smile at how childish it sounded. "Heh... You... You shouldn't.. Talk..." Alizeh shot back jokingly before pushing her knuckles against the mat and tensing her long past exhausted muscles to start pushing herself up. Slowly and steadily she did so, getting her knees under her and despite teetering a bit, Alizeh would manage to stand up on her own feet with her own power, now looking down at Wyvern. "Do I gotta get you up or you got this?" Alizeh asked, wanting there to be total transparency and clarity between her and Wyvern. No attacking when she wasn't ready, she wouldn't let the Irish woman use that as an excuse when she won.