Riza Hawkeye vs. Keith Fox - Going Viral

[BlackAkuma]

So, that was his first lariat. Not bad, not bad.

Hawkeye was strong for a chick - strong for anybody. She’d managed to knock the wind out of him with that one, and Keith had to take a moment to gather his senses. When he did, he was greeted with the sight of her looming over him, casting a shadow with her proud chest sticking out. Cut an imposing figure. Kind of hot, too. He’d never thought of himself as a BDSM guy, but…

”There’s a side of you that’s not nice?” He rubbed his head and stared to sit up. ”Because I’ve liked every side of you so-”

As if to prove him wrong, he was immediately confronted with a side of Hawkeye that he did not like - namely, the side under her boot, as it crashed into his chest repeatedly. He took too good hits on the pecs before he went into full retreat, rolling away from her, a path took him under the ropes and left him to lay on the apron, reeling from the assault.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Hawkeye was almost disappointed to put the boots to Keith the way she was doing. She found that, now that she wasn't so tightly wound like she used to be, she actually rather liked the little flirting the two had been doing so far. Certainly helped that Keith had a certain charm to his personality...which made sense, she supposed, given his job. The boots didn't last long, as Keith was quick to roll away towards the apron, a (relatively) safe haven from her assault, and as she watched him wincing there, she rubbed her chin, pondering for a moment.

Was she being too rough on Keith? It was his first ever match after all, maybe she didn't need to stomp on him so hard? Would that turn him off of wrestling altogether? Maybe she should be being more coy and playful, teaching him the ropes, and or given it was pretty obvious he found her attractive, (and for what it was worth, he was no slouch himself), maybe she should be playing up her sex appeal, both for any advantage it might bring her, and to make things more fun for them both?

...nah.

Or...well...At least not yet anyway...Nothing wrong with keeping that in her back pocket in case it became useful later, after all.

So for now?

...Dropkick him.

WIth the debate in her head quickly settled, Riza set out to do just that, running away from Keith, bouncing off the ropes and rebounding off of them for extra speed, charging straight towards the blonde social media star on the apron, and at the last moment, dropping to her side and kicking both feet out, her momentum carrying her across the mat as she tried to nail him right in the back with a sliding dropkick!

[BlackAkuma]

Keith was learning so many new things to do. For instance, he’d never known that getting stomped in the chest would be painful. He’d suspected as much; the few people he’d seen go through it didn’t seem to care much for it, but now he had firsthand data to work with. Informative.

As bad as it was, though, he still managed to keep his wits about him, even if it felt like a mudhole had been stomped into his chest. He was still aware enough to notice Hawkeye was on the move again. Running to the ropes, bouncing off, it was pretty obvious what she was about to go for, with his position on the apron being what it was.

And he knew just what to do about it, too.

As Hawkeye dropped for the slide, Keith grabbed the ropes, swung himself around, and let her pass by and fall out to the ring. He wasn’t done with that, though - as soon as he was clear, he pulled himself to the ropes and dashed to the other side, hitting the same spot on the ropes she had just touched. He bounced off, came running back, and leaped into the air, daring to fly over the ropes with a suicide dive.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Hawkeye slid straight and true as an arrow, fully intending to use the marksmanship she had been so good at back on her military days to connect with both boots into the small of his back.

Only for her eyes to widen in shock as her boots hit nothing but air, her opponent somehow just swinging his body away from her with ease!

Shocked, Hawkeye slid under the ropes, landing on her feet and stumbling forward, her uncontrolled momentum causing her to stumble forward, nearly colliding with the barricades, only stopped by putting her hands out, letting out a sigh of relief as her gloved hands hit the barricade and stopped her.

That was too damn close, how the hell did Keith do that? She'd never seen his videos, how athletic was this guy!?

Turning back around and stepping forward, Hawkeye looked up just in to see a red blur shoot through the ropes, only getting a moment to gasp before the bullet smashed hard into her chest, a loud cry ripped from her lungs as she was knocked back, hitting the barricade with such force and momentum that she flipped right over the damned thing, head over heels, landing in the audience with a crash as she hit the concrete, her legs knocking over a fan in the front row!

[BlackAkuma]

This was the wildest thing Keith had ever done.

At least, that was what it felt like. He’d sky-dove, hang-glided, surfed, skied, snowboarded, bungee-jumped, ticked off almost everything on the long list of near-death experiences, but none of it felt crazier than when he jumped over those ropes. The minute he left the canvas, this sense of…elation existed. That was a good word for it. Not knowing if this would work, if she would even be there when he came crashing down, it gave him this sense of wild wonder. The entire world seemed to freeze for one golden moment.

Then it all came crashing down on Hawkeye’s head.

His attack sent her flying over the barricade and into the audience, wiping out some poor dude who damn sure she didn’t pay to get used as a crash pad. As for Keith, he banged his knee up a bit on the landing, but was otherwise fine. Well enough to jump straight up afterward with his arms to the sky. ”Whew! I’m a flying fox!”

…Flying Fox. That would be a good move name, had to remember that one.

It was tempting just to chase after and continue the beating, but he didn’t like the way the referee was counting, and he liked the idea of brawling in the crowd even less. He figured his best choice was to just wait it out in the ring, see if Hawkeye could make it back in time. Probably could, no worries there.

And he’d do it in, style, too.

Keith slipped in under the ropes, strolled over to the farthest corner, hopped on the turnbuckle and proceeded to lay across it like a hammock, even crossing his legs to get comfy. ”Take all the time you need, babe!” He called out, hoping she could hear him that far away. ”Ain’t going nowhere!”

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ow. Ow. Ow. Fucking...OW.

Did anybody get the number of that flying fox? Or the hedgehog it was chasing?

Hawkeye laid on the cold cement, chest heaving, rising and falling as she wheeled, the wind momentarily knocked out of her as she recovered from the first big move of the match.

It took until the count of "3!" from the referee for her to finally get up to her feet, one hand holding herself up on the rail as she got her balance back.

That was...unexpected...and painful. But it was valuable. Definitely valuable. Keith was definitely more than just a youtuber. She had been taking him lightly up till now, and he'd just made her pay the price for it.

This guy could GO.

Sure, she could be wrong, maybe it was just luck...but she'd be a fool to assume that, and Hawkeye was no fool.

"6!"

...She was, however, getting counted out.

Fuck!

Offering a quick apology to the fan she knocked down, who seemed no worse for the wear at least, Hawkeye climbed over the barricade, cracking her neck and taking her jacket off, tossing it to the fan she hit. With the lawsuits avoided, she slid back into the ring by the count of 8, catching the relaxing Keith's eye as she got up to her feet, taking a deep breath and nodding at him in approval, while he lay on the ropes as casual as can be. All he was missing was a beer to shill.

"Alright...I'll admit...your impressing me. Keep it up, Fox-boy" she said, giving him a grin, and stretching her back, in a way that just...casually happened to force her chest forward, her top half only clad in a green bikini top, also showing off the dark spot on her chest that would be bruising soon.

[BlackAkuma]

This was the most fun Keith had ever had sober. Mostly sober - he’d had a quick sip, needed it for that crazy stunt. But now that he was in the ring and going crazy, he was starting to understand why his trainers had been so invested in this whole thing, where the passion they had came from. Sure, he’d spared with them, learned the basics, and keyed onto the tricks, but nothing compared to being in the ring with the whole world watching. It was unbelievable, and he didn’t want it to end.

Which was why he was a little worried that Hawkey might not make it into the ring in time to break the count. Just a little. The numbers were getting higher. He wanted to keep up the whole ‘cocky Youtuber’ act and pretend he didn’t care, but he was seriously considering dashing out and throwing her in, if need be, or at least forcing the count to reset.

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that, and she made her way back into the ring soon enough, sans the top. He whistled at the sight as she stretched, and that much wasn’t an act - Hawkeye’s body was a feast for the eyes, one he would happily partake.

”You think I’m good in the ring, wait ‘till you see me in the bedroom, bird lady.” He gave her a wink, hopped off the turnbuckle, and made his way back over to the center of the ring, ready to pick up where they’d left off. ”Didn’t have to take your top off for me, by the way - already got a good look at what you’re working, trust me.”

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ok, so Keith was better than she had given him credit for, and underestimating him was a bad idea. Lesson learned.

Upon his bold statement, Hawkeye grinned. She had never thought she'd enjoy being flirted with this much in a match...but she was enjoying Keith's personality and the apparent chemistry between the two blondes, and when he commented about her top, she couldn't resist giving her breasts a small shake, just to jiggle them a little for his enjoyment, and the crowd approved, applauding the taunt and whistling in approval.

"If your offering what I think your offering Fox-boy," she said, walking up to join him in the center of the ring, getting her arms up in a grappling stance in case he tried to lock up with her again. "Then you might have to impress me a little bit more before I accept...just a little bit more though."

Ok, so she basically just told a guy outright she wanted to fuck him. That was...new of her. Re-dedicating herself to this crazy wrestling world was making her more bold, it seemed. Honestly...she found she rather liked it. Outside of getting blasted over the guardrail, she was having a pretty damn fun time for her debut match. Certainly more fun than when that Army hunk beat her up in her old league at least...

"Ready for round 2?" She asked with a smirk, already running through ideas of how best to strike next!

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, so she told him outright she wanted to fuck him. That wasn’t all that new to Keith; he got DMs from people saying the same thing all the time, but hearing it in real-time from someone like her? Oh, that was new. It was a proposition he’d bite on in a second - he’d only known Hawkeye for a little while, but he was already digging her vibe.

Along with another proposition, one that was brewing in the back of his skull, a little something that could make their venture more profitable. But that was for later. Later.

”Challenge accepted.” He bounced on his heels, doing a quick shuffle, before dropping into his grappling stance and moving in again. ”Let’s party, pretty lady.”

Keith threw himself at Hawkeye, going full tilt with the lock up. Instead of pushing her back, though, he tried to dip down and get behind her looking to capture her with a waistlock and keep her under control.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Riza had to admit, this was by far the best debut match she'd ever had. A handsome opponent with a flattering personality, and impressive skill, who was oh so obviously into her.

And to think...she almost left this life behind...

They locked up again, Hawkeye only just starting to push against him, still strong even after her bad tumble outside the ring, when Keith suddenly twisted his body, ducking does and spinning around in a blur of motion until he was behind her, arms fully locked around her slim, toned waist.

Hawkeye grabbed at his arms on instinct, immediately realizing the advantages this position gave him, but determined not to panic.

"Fast move, you just wanted to hold me close didn't you?" She said, continuing the flirty banter they had begun with each other. "You might regret that!" She followed with, throwing her elbow back, trying to smash the point of her elbow into his side!