Wyvern (D) vs. Alizeh Mirdori

[Hills]

W Y V E R N (D) vs. The Emerald Storm! Alizeh Mirdori!
Match Type: Standard
Rules: Match ends via pin or submission.

Ten Minutes Ago

Saoirse splashed water over her face, still fighting a bit of jet lag over a week after her arrival in Japan. The rest of the bathroom is quiet; she'd gone out of her way to find one that was closed to the public and a less convenient option for the other wrestlers here. Wiping the remaining liquid away from her face and hands with a small hand towel from her bag, she bent over to withdraw her gloves and hand wraps. Splaying her fingers, she meticulously applies the wrapping, starting from the thumb and working her way across. She takes it slowly; these preparations help her blank out her mind before the fight, achieving an almost meditative state as she focuses solely on the sensations in her fingers, closing her eyes and navigating entirely by muscle memory. Finishing the right hand, she unrolls the second wrap and applies it to her left. Step one completed, she opens her eyes. The gloves come on next, a pair of well-worn MMA gloves sliding easily into place over her wrapped hands. It takes a few seconds to adjust the fit. The gloves won't come off regardless, but the sensation of movement over her skin and through the cloth gives her another calming point. A familiar sensation. Finally, she leans over and retrieves her contacts, yellow this time, withdrawing them from the solution and carefully applying them. It was more difficult than it had to be; between the tape and the gloves, she could barely move her fingers with the necessary dexterity. But barely was enough, and this was simply the order of the steps. The way it was, the way it always had been. Straightening up, Saoirse closes her eyes. Wyvern opens them, staring into the mirror. It was time.

Spoiler

Now

Wyvern leaned against a corner of the wall in the gorilla position, arms folded and eyes closed. She could hear the results of the last match being announced. She was already pushing off the wall as the previous match's wrestlers made their way back through the curtain, striding over to the tech beckoning to her.

"It's time, Ms. Doyle. Are you ready?"
She nodded, curtly. "Just give me the countdown."

* * *

There's relative quiet in the arena between matches, making the announcer's voice ring out all the more clearly.

"The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, and making her debut..."

The lights dim to black. As the first six notes of the music play, a series of stark white letters rapidly flash in sequence one at a time on the otherwise black titantron.

W
Y
V
E
R
N

This sequence repeats four times, cutting away to a panorama of a red sunset over a mountain range as the drums begin to kick in, the lights in the arena flashing in reds and yellows where they aren't dark. Slowly, a distorted and shaking "W Y V E R N" comes into existence over the view, before finally cutting away to a Rorschach array implying claws and blood when the lyrics begin, alternating between the three as appropriate for the remainder of the intro. Still, the entrance is missing its most important piece for more than thirty seconds.

"You make me wanna break you, no matter who you are..."

Wyvern stalks through the curtains, not stopping to flex or pose, the impatient stride of a starving predator marking her gait as she makes her way to the ring.

"...Making her way to the ring, from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at 137 pounds, WYVERN!"

There's minimal response from the crowd, which isn't unexpected to the debuting wrestler. She had achieved quite a bit of infamy in the Irish indie scene, which would be a long and egotistical way of saying that she was a total unknown. No playing to the audience, no useful information from her entrance on who she was or what she did, before she was halfway to the ring a good chunk of the audience was already looking forward more to finding out who her opponent was than anything else. This mattered not at all to Wyvern. She wasn't here to be popular. As she made her way out of the aisle, there was even a light smattering of boos from unimpressed watchers.

That was fast.

Reaching the ring, Wyvern hauled herself up onto the apron and rolled under the top rope before smoothly coming to her feet. Making her way around the ring, she checked the security of the ropes before leaning into one of the far corners, taking a half seat on the bottom ropes and glaring up at the entrance as she waited for her opponent.

[Bare]

Alizeh took a deep breath as she stretched her limbs backstage near the guerilla position, mentally preparing herself for the match tonight and going over potential strategies in her head. Once again she was slated against a debuting wrestler, her budding reputation as something of a gatekeeper for LAW only starting to bloom as she thought about her opponent. "Wyvern huh? Interesting choice." She said to herself for self reflection as she listened to the response the girl got through the walls of the arena which was... minimal. 'Ouch.' Alizeh thought to herself with a cringe. But it was unsurprising based on the research Alizeh had done once she had been informed of this match up, it was but a cursory glance on her part, enough to get a feel for her opponent and the type of offensive strategy she would use and Alizeh definitely didn't get the vibe that she minded the boos much. In many ways they were opposing beyond just being opponents. Where Saoirse, or Wyvern rather wore all black and fairly conservative clothing Alizeh sported a mostly white outfit with bright splashes of color all throughout including her vibrant green hair. Not to mention based on what she saw the dark haired woman was fond of striking, with little usage of other types of moves, where as Alizeh considered herself a jack of all trades with a partialness to submissions. In truth they were almost total opposites.

Spoiler

"All well, let's do this." Alizeh said to herself with a nod, walking with confidence to the ramp entrance and would nod to the tech who began giving her a countdown.

One... Two... Three.

Spoiler

The crackling of lightning and boom of thunder echoed around the arena as green and orange lights began strobing around the area, earning an immediate and explosive pop from the crowd as they recognized which wrestler this belonged too. Once again in contrast to her opponent Alizeh would come out to a massive amount of cheers for her as the announcers voice began sounding.

"Making her to way to the ring from Port Aransas, Texas... Weighing in at a 153 pounds... The Emerald Storm... " As the announcer spoke Alizeh would turn to the side and tossing her head back and throwing her fist up the moment he finished. "Alizehhhhhhh MidoriiiiiiiiI!"

As if her name being called was the signal for an encore the crowd got even louder for the green haired beauty as she turned and focused on the ring. Strutting down with confidence Alizeh would nod and smile at those in the first row up until she got halfway to the ramp. For as soon as she did she would break out into a run, leaping up as she did so to vault into the ring under the bottom rope, landing in a kneeling position while throwing her hand back in the air for another pop from the crowd.

Getting another cheer as she did so Alizeh would stand up and turn to her opponent, nodding respectfully towards her with a smile. Stepping a bit closer to the center of the ring Alizeh would hold her hand out to the woman for a handshake and sign of respect. "Here's to a good match." Alizeh said with a smile, not fully expecting one way or another how Wyvern would respond, but it was good to offer regardless.

[Hills]

Sizing up the competition during her more theatrical (and successful) entrance, Wyvern takes an immediate dislike to the flashy wrestler. She’d seen the type before. Friendly, enthusiastic, playing to the fans, and quick to make meaningless gestures of good will or sportsmanship to Wyvern. Hollow overtures that invariably vanished after they’d been in the ring with her.

Shallow. But don’t underestimate her. This is the big leagues.

Taking a breath, Wyvern stands and moves to square off with Alizeh as the established wrestler launches herself into the ring. When the taller wrestler extends a hand, she can see Wyvern’s eyebrows twitch towards an irritated frown before reverting to their previous, neutral position. And there it is. Every time. Instead of taking the offered handshake, Wyvern viciously slaps Alizeh’s arm away, earning an almost deafening chorus of boos from the audience. “Spare me.” She turns to the referee. “Ring the damn bell.”

As the bell rings and the match begins in earnest, Wyvern squares up into a southpaw boxing stance, then lunges forward at Alizeh with a slow but powerful left straight.

[Bare]

Alizeh was a kind and fair person by nature. Perhaps too kind. She was always the type of person that wanted to champion good sportsmanship, even if it wasn't necessarily wise at the time. Tonight seemed to be one such moment. Just as the vibe she had gotten from the girl had implied she didn't exactly... appreciate the gesture.

So when her hand was slapped away Alizeh would just sigh in resignation, already expecting it but not too surprised none the less from the action. "Alright, if that's how you want it." She said shrugging in response to the action, honestly not offended or surprised. Maybe disappointed at most.

Either way the bell had rung nearly right after and Alizeh would immediately square her legs and crouch slightly in response, proned and ready to react or attack. In this case the latter, almost immediately her opponent would lunge, going for a punch. One that was slow in speed and easy for someone like Alizeh to dodge. Moving out of the way Alizeh would swing her leg up, attempting to drive her leg into the side of her opponent to go for a solid kick to the dark haired woman's side!

[Hills]

Despite Wyvern’s violent response and rough words following Alizeh’s attempted gesture, internally her thoughts are cold and analytical, carefully gauging her opponent. Not upset or angry. Won’t just lose her cool. Failed approach. Wyvern’s violent rejection hadn’t purely been a matter of calculation. On the contrary, it was entirely genuine, but actions can have multiple goals, and Wyvern wasn’t about to pass up the chance to get her opponent’s measure before the bell rang.

At first, it looks like Alizeh’s plan worked perfectly; the punch is easy enough to dodge and Wyvern makes no effort to dodge the kick, grunting a bit as it impacts against her ribs. Unfortunately, this is where everything goes wrong. As Alizeh commits to her response, Wyvern smiles through the pain, ever so slightly, and suddenly explodes into action with speed dwarfing her previous attack. With her right arm, still coiled after the straight, she launches a lightning-fast elbow strike straight at Alizeh’s nose, stepping forward into an orthodox stance to close the distance even further as she does so. At the same time, her left arm snaps down, trying to capture Alizeh’s leg before the older wrestler can withdraw it.

[Bare]

So far things were starting slow for her opponent. After the disrespectful slapping of her hand away Alizeh had expected a take down or vicious attempt at a kick or something. Instead she got a slow, easy to dodge punch instead. One that should have alerted Alizeh that the dark haired girl had bad intentions. Instead though Alizeh went with the motions, spinning to the Wyvern's side and delivering a kick there!

Only to be met with a elbow to the face for her troubles. "Ugh!" She cried out in pain, her head bouncing backwards from the impact and making Alizeh groan softly as a result. 'Not good.' Alizeh thought to herself as she also felt her leg grabbed as she fell.... But she wouldn't be so easily downed. Eyes snapping to focus Alizeh's hand snapped upwards, grabbing at Wyvern's arm before she could pull it back! If she was successful than between her grip on Wyvern's arm and the woman's own grip on her leg than Alizeh wouldn't be falling just yet. Instead Alizeh would push off the mat with her leg, pulling Wyvern down by the arm as she did so. If successful Alizeh would swing her leg up, attempting to drive a second kick right into the Wyvern's head as they both fell at once!

[Hills]

Wyvern is gratified by her successful feint, preparing to follow up when Alizeh suddenly grabs her and prevents her from pulling back. With both her own arms occupied and one of Alizeh’s free, Wyvern attempts to prepare a counter to Alizeh’s next, inevitable attack. Twisting her arm in Alizeh’s grip, Wyvern attempts to reciprocally grab her opponent’s own, locking the two together even more tightly. Expecting a punch or other strike from Alizeh’s free arm, however, Wyvern is caught completely off-guard by the Emerald Storm’s unconventional kick, eating a direct hit to the face.

Alizeh’s plan to try to drag her down, however, immediately runs into issues. First, even while dazed from the kick, Wyvern’s grip only tightens. Second, Wyvern is quite a bit stronger than she looks, more than capable of lifting her opponent. Third, Wyvern never left her balanced stance, keeping herself stable despite Alizeh’s added weight. Thus, instead of falling backwards, Alizeh will soon herself being lifted higher as Wyvern attempts to deliver a modified exploder suplex!

[Bare]

This was probably the most awkward positioning Alizeh had been in early on in a match. Not even for the reasoning something was usually awkward. Rather Alizeh had rarely ever been in a position where she and her opponent were holding onto each other's limbs like some twisted version of twister! As a result Alizeh was only standing on one leg, knowing she had to act quick in order to keep herself from being struck by Wyvern first. So she aimed to leap up with her free leg and swing it around for a enziguri kick to her opponent's head! Something she was sure would make the woman release her grip at least, if not knock her down completely.

But contrary to what Alizeh thought Wyvern managed to stay standing and was in a ever more awkward position than before. One that saw her turned over from her own move, only held up by Wyvern's raw strength. "Shit." Alizeh said softly knowing something bad was about to happen as she was lifted up before being brought down in a exploder suplex! "GAH!" Yelling in pain from the impact Alizeh would immediately arch her back and wince in pain from the move!

[Hills]

"Good intuition."

With their heads this close together, Wyvern overhears Alizeh's quiet expletive, and issued her own response, snide but not quite smug. The reason for this becomes clear as the two hit the mat. While the combination of Wyvern's raw power and resourcefulness of turning the situation to her advantage was reasonably impressive, the mutually awkward positioning of the two wrestlers prior to the move ensured that she had no way of properly arching her back when delivering the suplex. As a result, she hits the ground nearly as hard as Alizeh, and the more experienced wrestler can hear her opponent letting out a hiss of pain at the moment of impact.

In truth, Wyvern's situation is even more precarious than she lets on. Despite seemingly taking Alizeh's enzuiguri with no damage, the kick to her head had indeed rattled her, and the subsequent hard fall had only made it worse. While it wouldn't be debilitating in the long term, Wyvern needed a moment to reorient herself. Moreover, she didn't want to stay in a position that could easily be converted into a ground grapple. As quickly as she's able to, Wyvern tries to unhook her arm from Alizeh's leg and releases her hold on Alizeh's wrist before attempting to roll away and push herself to her feet. In her haste, however, she forgets that Alizeh is the one who initiated the wrist grab, and could easily elect to hold on rather than let her opponent retreat.

[Bare]

'That was dangerous.' Alizeh thought to herself in between grunts of pain as she rolled back from the point of impact her spine had made with the mat following Wyvern's exploder suplex. Even while mid air however Alizeh had enough awareness to know that they were too low to perform the move correctly and that Wyvern surely must have gotten messed up as a result. Rolling onto her stomach and looking up at her opponent Alizeh's suspicions were confirmed when she saw the dark haired woman rolling a bit away as a result. 'Should have tried harder to keep my grip...' She'd think to herself with a soft tsk of annoyance towards herself.

Naturally Alizeh had lost her hold of Wyvern's arm from the impact so as it stood the two were relatively even. Both having taken shots to the face/head respectively on top of the mutually damaging suplex, even if Alizeh had taken the brunt of it. "Thats a pretty self destructive style ya got there." Alizeh said as she would manage to stand up. The moment she did so Alizeh would dart forward, attempting to close the distance between her and Wyvern before the dark haired woman could fully stand. If she managed to do so Alizeh would throw a arm forward as if going for a forearm smash. However it would be a feint, and instead Alizeh would attempt to duck down low and spin behind Wyvern. If successful Alizeh would try and lock her arms around the woman's waist before lifting up, trying to land a german suplex on Wyvern!