Aiden Bolt vs Leona Chase-Arawn: A Mask of Opportunity

[Hagen-Autem]

The masked wrestler could already hear the thud of the canvas from before crashing Aiden into it from so high, however, the roar of pleasure she was going to give when she executed it turned into a scream of surprise when the situation was turned against her with a somersault from her own shoulders from guy to alter the power maneuver outright and it was Leona who would be thrown and slammed to the canvas by the red hurricanrana.

The crowd's surprise was felt as things settled down for Aiden, who would also follow it up by hooking one of the legs to go for a pin! But Leona wasn't going to allow it.

"Gagh! No!" She kicked out as fast as the referee's count reached 2, as well as jerked roughly to get Aiden off her chest to roll and try to get to her feet and continue to. But the truth is that hurricanrana left her somewhat dazed and, consequently, sluggish.

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona was not getting her autonomy back after that hurricanrana. The Luchadora's world was rocking in a careless swell as she tried to find a way to get back on her feet, It was difficult for her to take her hands off the canvas because she was losing support due to her balance, which seemed to be inverted.

It looked like the after-effects of a concussion—that throw of Aiden's had slammed Leona's head too hard into the canvas and, though the blow had entered through the top of her head, the jolt it gave her brain was enough to leave the girl struggling with a tenacious inclination to turn her off for a moment to reset herself—but the student beneath that mask was not about to stumble back to the ground after she was back on her feet at last.

Unfortunately, when a chunk of her paid attention to the violent gremlin that came running in her direction, the most the masked woman could do was to widen her eyes as her whole body stiffened in alarm, Leona was not ready to respond to any attack! Thus, receiving the headbutt without any guard!

The audience hissed at the sound of their heads colliding as they watched the pub rep fall onto her back again, rolling backward just once before staying to her knees from the momentum, her head spinning, her gaze lost and her eyes crossed.

Things were getting on top of Leona too quickly, some would try to support her by shouting her name to help her, but they were sporadic in comparison to the whistles and cheers for the boy and those who wanted to see him dominate. So when Aiden grabbed Leona's chin, there was nothing the huntress could do to avoid the forearm he sent to her head!

And this time her head didn't turn forward, splashing some saliva from the whipping before collapsing onto her back! Bending her knees to leave their legs underneath her whole body arched like a trampoline as her arms lay sprawled at her sides, her chest rising and falling as she continued to struggle to stay in the fight. The truth was that Aiden had aimed very well with this insidious combo...

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona's head throbbed from the inside with every beat of her heart pumping blood. Of all the body parts Aiden could have hit her with so effectively, the luchadora hadn't expected his head to be the hardest-hitting thing she had - she could barely remember the succession of blows before she was laid out on the canvas in a convenient prone position to receive one more blunt move.

But, although her body gave no indication of any movement that she was still here, ready to fight—apart from raising and lowering her chest hard—this Leona's mental abstinence from shutting down was as great as one would expect from a pub-rep selected by Alice. The girl was clinging to the chinks of consciousness that still remained within the mess that Aiden's headbutt formed. The hustle and bustle was helping to keep her hanging on to the cliff and not letting go of the edge to surrender to whatever her opponent wanted to do to close the match.

Besides, in the physical world, the skin of the masked fighter could perceive the tremors coming from something approaching her without the lady being able to do anything to defend herself if that something wanted to step on her or worse. Distinguishing very well how it jumped over her and continued on its way without doing anything to her. But that did not reassure her.

The process inside her brain was able to imagine what was happening outside. It was a very simple exercise in spatial intelligence and the result of that vivid dream accelerated her recovery from the nerves of that something jumping onto the ropes and preparing to bounce towards her with a somersault. A Moonsault?

Leona didn't know, it could very well be a dream from a dazed brain and nothing more, but she wasn't lucid enough to refute that. At once the masked woman raised her knees as she snapped open her startled eyes, feeling and witnessing how her dazed brain was right in its prediction.

Aiden's weight fell to her knees, sinking them into the wrestler's abdomen as he fell on top of her and reversed the monsault's intentions allowing a disoriented Leona to turn on him to put him down and be the one to get the count.

One..Two...

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona had already developed the hope of claiming victory when she effectively countered that aerial move and applied her pin; but at the last instant, the little guy managed to get her off his back with a kick-out!

The luchadora was left on her knees with a tired look on her face, looking at nothing! Inwardly she was thankful it wasn't over so soon, but boy was Aiden a pain in the ass when he decided to use his head. She didn't mean it in a bad way, she liked that about him, and she meant about his head thing literally. So she would just press her lips together to stop panting and assimilated the reality of things: she had to keep this opponent down if she wanted to win.

The fighter would rise, one knee at a time, grabbing the Five-Foot Tornado by one arm. She didn't want to lift him up, she wanted to turn him and lay him on his back so she could get access to his neck because the masked Japanese was going to lift without much fanfare one of her legs and drop down for a guillotine blow to the throat. A full-blown dropkick!

Honestly, there was a part of her that wanted him to make things as hard as he could for that little guy to taste a real fight at last! But also, she wanted to give him a bit of a headache back, so she would be working on that idea.

[Hagen-Autem]

Leona would land a powerful legdrop on Aiden's narrow throat. Shaking the canvas with a thud while the Tornado bounces in the air and subsequently rolls over the canvas.

Yusure isn't going to deny that there's a strong satisfaction cooling her insides after seeing him roll around in pain, but she's not going to show it either. That wouldn't be sporting, even if it is a friendly fight.

The luchadora would go to her feet as the other continued to agonise, ready for her next power strike; but before she went for Aiden, Leona would meet those spiteful eyes of his.

"Oh no. You were the one who started it, now don't look at me like that." She gibbed grabbing his hair to pull him back between her legs. "Need to learn not to be spiteful, boy." It was a big sisterly scolding! Next, she would quickly hug his back and lift him into her shoulders. If Leona got to be so speedy, would slam Aiden's back with a snap powerbomb to finish him off. "You little brat!"