Samiya Pedroza vs Sophia Wolfe - Huntress and Prey

[Liesmith]

As the sepulchral chords of her entrance music filled the arena, Samiya Pedroza stalked out onto the big stage as if she’d done it a thousand times before, the curvaceous fighter’s every deliberate step seeing her smoothly shift her weight from one foot to the other in an attention-hugging, hip-rolling gait that was almost – but not quite – a swagger.

At the top of the ramp, she paused to strike a pose to the vocal approval of the fans, stretching her arms out and running them up her body to lift her loose hair, pivoting one leg back before she fell deep, deep into a combat stance, one leg fully extended, the other bent so deeply that her calf pressed against the back of her thigh and arms poised and ready. The Schoolgirl Assassin held the pose for a long moment with a fierce smirk, casting her gaze over the audience as though searching for anyone with the gall to challenge her.

Nobody did, of course.

One smooth motion saw her standing once more. Hands at her side, the young woman stalked down the ramp with that same sinuous strut, head tilted at a confident – even haughty – angle. If she even noticed any of the fans yelling, struggling to draw her eye, snapping photos as she passed, she gave no sign; her gaze was fixed somewhere in the middle distance, her mind otherwise occupied.

If her debut match had been against an opponent she’d easily outclassed in pretty much every category that mattered, her second promised a foe she could get her teeth into. Sophia Wolfe had experience, she had skill and a mean streak in the ring that the Schoolgirl Assassin could respect.

Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to turn the taller blonde into a pretzel and leaving her begging to get out, but Samiya knew the woman they called Scar wasn’t someone she could take lightly – not if she wasn’t planning on picking her teeth up off the floor.

When Samiya got to ringside, she barely paused. A single leap took her straight from the floor to the apron where she ascended the ring post with just as much ease, standing with one foot on the turnbuckle and one on the second rope as she stared out at the crowd with a predator’s imperious sneer for a long moment.

Then she took a casual seat atop the turnbuckle, crossing one taut leg over the other and fixing her cool, violet gaze on the ramp where her opponent would soon be emerging as she set about pulling her hair back into its usual battle ponytail.

Waiting. Just waiting for Sophia to make her own entrance with a patience and a casual confidence that belied her age, her lips set in an almost disinterested pout.

[thesteedman]

It took the audience some time to settle down after Samiya made her entrance. The woman herself settled down upon the turnbuckle in a casual manner as if it was any other seat, and soon her entrance music would come to an end. After a few seconds of anticipation, suddenly a theme would once more hit at loud volume, causing the crowd to rise to their feet as they instantly knew who was coming down next. Sophia Wolfe's music hit the PA system at near deafening volume, as celebrations began for the experienced wrestler who continued to have a thunderous impact on LAW since being acquired from the now defunct Full Metal Wrestling Federation. There had been little appearance of Sophia since her Apex Finals victory, and it was suspected Wolfe had been injured in her devastating encounter with Brynhild, but now after several weeks, it looked like one of LAW's favourites was finally returning!

So far into Sophia's entrance music, smoke began to billow and pour upwards from the entrance ramp, concealing any view of anything, whilst the crowd continued to chant for the fan favourite. Soon enough however, it began to clear away.

Spoiler

Once it cleared, Sophia Wolfe was present in the centre of the top of the entrance ramp, kneeling down in a near meditation like manner. She remained on her knees for a moment as the crowd began to roar out their support and stamp their feet for the superstar. For now her eyes closed, finding calm despite the riot of approval beyond her. Sophia was clad in her black unique Gi outfit with the top loose and draped behind her from around her waist. She was clad in her newer attire, wearing a purple and black designed sports bra like top with that left her entire and alluring midriff bare, revealing her well-tuned body and captivating figure. She was barefoot, with wrist straps around her forearms, an appearance that no doubt marked she was here to stay in LAW and had new colours to represent it.

Slowly she stood up, making a disciplined motion from her training before making a few air strikes with her fists and with vicious looking kicks. Fireworks began to pop as she did so in unison to her movements, making for quite the display which only got the crowd pumped up all the more. Soon enough the German beauty began to walk towards the ring with purpose, adjusting her wrist straps on the way. In the past, Sophia was not known for giving the crowd that much attention, but since her return something had changed in her. The fans were delighted as Sophia began to approach fans on either side of the entrance ramp, giving firm high fives, beginning to rile up all those nearby. Soon enough, Sophia approached the ring, moving in a swift motion.

Sophia entered the ring, climbing through the ropes as the crowd continued to chant her name, keeping an eye towards the her foe, witnessing Samiya perched upon the turnbuckle. Sophia had made short work of most of her opposition in the early days of her arrival, but since her rise to LAW fame had encountered the best the federation had to offer. She knew this one would be a true test... Sophia began to make her way towards the opposite corner from Samiya Pedroza, climbing upwards to stand almost heroically at the top with one foot on the mid turnbuckle and the other on top. Opening her arms wide and low, Sophia suddenly let out a massive howl, throwing her head upwards as the crowd began to howl in unison. After the impressive spectacle, Sophia flipped backwards, landing gracefully on her feet before she turned to face her foe for the evening.

"Welcome to the LAW Samiya." Sophia would speak confidently, managing a small yet welcoming smile as she looked upon the Schoolgirl Assassin. She looked upon her, her half closed eye noticeable where the scar ran down her otherwise captivating features.
"Let us make this a match for the fans to remember." Sophia would then add, with her mix of German and English unique accent, offering a closed fist for a bump.

[Liesmith]

Allowing Sophia to have her moment or perhaps understanding that she’d not be able to upstage the returning favourite, Samiya waited with a spider’s patience atop her perch, bouncing her leg casually as she watched her opponent’s well staged entrance.

The big bad Wolfe was putting on quite the show and Samiya almost found herself enjoying it. Smoke, music, the little demonstration at the top of the ramp… She had to admire the theatricality of it all.

It wasn’t until the Germanic blonde turned to face her that the tattooed grappler rose to her feet, letting her stare down at the veteran fighter from the advantage of the ring post. Only for a moment though before it was Samiya’s turn to show off her acrobatic prowess, turning an aerial cartwheel through the air to land catlike on her feet before she threw up her arms like the gymnast she had been.

A cheer rose from the crowd, though it was a pallid shadow of the one that had greeted Sophia’s display.

That didn’t seem to trouble Samiya though, who sauntered up to Sophia with feline grace, hips ticking like a pendulum as she closed the gap between them.

It also gave the fans a chance to appreciate the different builds on display before them. In comparison to Sophia’s lean, fit figure, Samiya was a couple of inches shorter but still alluringly built in her sleek grey gear – a matched top and shorts that clung tightly to her strong, well-rounded physique, particularly to her broad, muscular hips and thick, sculpted thighs.

Thighs which bunched with solid muscle as she stalked over to Sophia, going toe to toe with the blonde veteran with nothing but aggressive confidence in the Schoolgirl Assassin’s expression or posture.

”Mmm, they’re definitely going to remember me making you tap,” the younger woman purred with a subtle smirk, ”Or maybe I’ll just put you down for an early night with these…”

She ran her fingers down the curves of her quads, quirking her head to one side as she awaited Sophia’s response.

[thesteedman]

Sophia stood with her closed fist for Samiya, listening as she began to retort back with daring words of her own, all but declaring her intent to try and defeat her with the power of her legs. It all seemed in decent enough spirits, but Sophia realised that Samiya was not going to return the fist bump, making her lower her arm before she slowly took a guarded fighting stance. Her experience in karateka began to show, when the alluring German bounced a little on her toes before tightening her stance. It was only a matter of waiting for the bell to ring before the two wrestlers would begin their match.

"You are more than welcome to try 'Assassin'. Though is it wise to reveal your game plan before the match has even started?" Sophia spoke in a light tone, seemingly carrying more persona than her often stoic self. It was clear Sophia was slowly changing ever since her relationship with Kat began. Being around the larger than life face of the LAW had no doubt influenced this shift, with some of Kat's personality beginning to rub off onto Sophia herself. She looked just a little less serious, somewhat upbeat with her movement instead of the cold and calculating presence she used to be.

In truth she was still as calculating as ever. Since entering the ring she had been taking note of the Schoolgirl Assassin, noticing just how dangerous her legs looked as Samiya slapped them. Not only would her kicks be dangerous, but Sophia was aware she had to try and avoid falling into their grasp. Her thighs were thick, no doubt as hard as steel. The woman was slender yet well-defined and clearly toned, meaning she had plenty of training under her belt. This would not be an easy fight, and Sophia was painfully aware it might prove difficult trying to put her down early as she had first hoped.

Suddenly the bell began to ring out loud, echoing throughout the arena as the crowd began to roar out in unison, eager to watch two skilled wrestlers deploy their craft and go at each other. It was the Main Event for an action packed card, though this match was always the most anticipated.
"Let us begin..." Sophia mentioned with her unique German and English accent. She pressed off her heel, shifting along the ring floor with decent speed. The German born beauty moved in close, killing the distance between both wrestlers.

With one wide eye and one half closed were the vicious scar ran down her alluring features, Scar looked to test the Schoolgirl Assassin, beginning to unload a decent barrage of strikes towards her. This early in the contest, Sophia through a few decent punches towards Samiya's chest, looking to try and break down her guard, before she went for one of her dangerous kicks, looking to try and throw a hard leg towards the side of one of her knees! With Sophia beginning the assault, the crowd began to cheer knowing they were in for a treat tonight!

[Liesmith]

By contrast with Sophia, Samiya hadn’t taken up a fighting stance of her own as they swapped words, waiting for the referee to call for the bell. But an experienced opponent would be able to note that the placement of her feet and the way she’d angled her body in response left her ready to react at a moment’s notice. Certainly, her gaze might be packed with confidence but it was also shrewd, calculating as she stared her foe straight in the eye.

”Why hide it?” Samiya’s tone was casual, unconcerned, ”Hard to stop me once I’ve kicked your head off.”

Hearing the bell start to chime, Samiya took a moment to roll her head side to side, one last little stretch as she contemplated what she was about to do.

Range or reach was everything for a striker. Doubly so when fighting another striker and not just for the obvious reasons. One quick glance was enough to tell Samiya that she was on the wrong side of this match’s height advantage. Sophia Wolfe might only be two inches taller than her but Samiya was pretty sure the actual gap would be wider, what with the German blonde’s lengthy limbs standing in contrast to her thicker, stockier frame.

Not the worst she’d dealt with. Still not ideal, particularly not against someone with Wolfe’s rep for being a cool customer. Getting her to bite wasn’t going to be simple – she was going to have to play it chancy here with the killzone of the blonde’s long and lethal legs if she wanted to get her own hits in.

At least the fans always liked watching her play matadora.

”Let’s,” Samiya answered with a toothy smile, starting to circle.

Turned out that Sophia wasn’t playing that game though and, within moments, the karateka was coming for her – forcing Samiya to either back away or stand and fight.

Or, as the Schoolgirl Assassin chose, attack. Taking a sliding step forward, the purple-haired fighter ran into the teeth of Sophia’s punches but she did her best to weather them, looking for the kick she knew would be coming shortly.

There!

Raising her leg a little, Samiya checked Sophia’s kick with her toned calf, intent on showing both her opponent and the fans in attendance that she was no pushover. Shoving the blonde’s leg aside, the Schoolgirl Assassin rechambered her own and skipped forward, throwing a vicious side kick at her opponent’s taut midsection with a powerful snap-thrust of her hips.