Neja Herath vs Noah Nichols (D)

[MsIshtar]

Standard Match

After her debuth match, Neja was eagger and raring to go for another fight! Having hit the gym every day and readying herself up for the upcoming match when she heard the news that her new opponent would be someone from the male division, yet the amazonian beauty didn't give the slightest care in the world of who she was facing but rather more concerned about if they would be competent enough... for their own sake. Once again, like in her debut Neja wasn't acquainted with who she was about to fight, and once again she was about to face against a debutant, the Sri Lankan was slightly annoyed at the idea of being looked down by the bookers by not being matched against someone well renowned within LAW, but well, that had to wait. And like in her prior fate, Neja was hoping that this Noah wouldn't be an amateur and would proof himself a challenge before she crushed him within her vicious embrace.

After Neja had finished dressing up in the locker room, her outfit mainly consisting of a ocean blue leotard that slightly exposed her toned midriff and abs, dark arm covers and matching boots. The amazonian beauty headed out to her designated spot in the gorilla position as she waited with some irritated taps of her foot to her cue to come in. It didn't take long until the announcer called out her theme and her entrance music began blasting through the speakers.

Outfit

With a sharp stride, Neja stepped down the hallway as the boisterous cheers and roars of the crowd came at her way. The amazonian beauty didn't pay them any mind, completely disregarding the fans as she stayed aloof, her feline eyes fixated on the apron of the ring ahead of her, feeling her massive breasts shook and jiggle within the tight-fitting fabric of her leotard with each of her steps. Yet not long after, the amazonian beauty stopped in her tracks as one member of the audience reached out his arm from the grades in hopes to get a handshake from her. Oh, the poor fool, Neja who glared at him dead in the eyes, threw daggers at him as her amber, feral eyes narrowed coldly while her lips curled down in an annoyed scowl. Inmediately after the eagger fan retracted his arm fearfully, stumbling an apology with quivering lips.

"Quiet" Neja assertively shut him down before turning her head dismissively, resuming her way to the squared circles as the cheers of the crowd faded out from the Sri Lankan glacial attitude. Soon after, Neja reached out the stairs of the ring as she climbed them before sliding her toned figure and long legs in between the ropes without any kind of fanfare, leisurely strutting out towards her corner as she would rest her back there, giving an impatient sight as she crossed up her arms almost in an irritated way, the soft flesh of her tits pushing upwards from the motion. Waiting eaggerly for her opponent to appear... so they could begin their long awaited fight at last!

[Misfit_Alien]

Spoiler

"...Entering the ring, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee...standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 144 lbs...THE RACCOOOOOOON REBEL...NOAH NICHOLS!!!!"

Spoiler

"Wowee~...well I'll be. This joint's fancier than a steakhouse on Valentine's Day...I reckon I can hardly hear my own thoughts. It's so loud. This place'll definitely pay the big bucks if I do a good enough job. Little sis gon' be living on easy-street if I can make enough money here. Just you wait, Hope!!!" Noah said cheerfully, walking down the ramp toward the ring, waving to the large crowd...feeling a tad overwhelmed. He wasn't used to performing in front of audiences THIS big. To think, this was all for his debut match. He hoped to keep this crowd entertained. He felt a big pressure on his back tonight. He had to do good...Otherwise, his first check may not be as big of a payday as he'd hoped.

"Ah shucks, hope I didn't keep you waiting, miss." Noah said, scratching at the back of his head, semi-nervous. "W-wow...big crowd...Didn't think a country boy from the States would get much of an audience. Hah, I feel as popular as one of those fancy boy bands. If only I was this popular with the ladies back home, 'eheh-..." Noah joked nervously, using comedy to try and mask his pre-match jitters. "Ah fooey, I'm losin' my train ah' thought here, where're mah' manners? Uh-...Noah Nichols, pleasure to meet'cha! I'm looking forward to puttin' on a helluva show wit' ya." He said, the country hick's accent really coming in thick, but his heart was in the right place. Kind, respectful, albeit a little bashful, Noah was nonetheless a good-spirited competitor as he held his hand out to shake with Neja.

[MsIshtar]

Neja stood there in her corner, her eyes silently following her soon-to-be-opponent as he made his way to the ring. Soon after, the amazonian beauty let out an exasperated sigh and slowly approached the middle of the squared circle, stretching her arms slowly back and forth her sides to warm up while cranking up her neck... until she stood in front of Noah, their different in size quite apparent as the amazonian beauty was a few inches taller than him. As her amber eyes squinted and measured him up, her trail of thought was interrupted as the man began talking to her, Neja let out a loud "Tsk!" as he referred her as miss, clearly not fond of the appellative -- neither of the man trying to strike up conversation with her so familiarly. Neja came here to this ring, to LAW, to fight not to make friends and each word coming out of the luchador's mouth was getting her annoyed, fast.

"He's chatty. Way too chatty" Neja thought to herself with an irritated look while being vexxed at Noa's nervous tone, it felt indecisive, weak. It was clear the the Sri Lankan wasn't in the mood for talking so she remained there in front of him, glaring him while crossing her arms once more, waiting for the bell to ring until Noah warmly offered him a handshake as he extended his arm to her! Neja looked at the hand as if it were the most alien thing in the word, her expression not dumbfounded but outright cold. Finally, resigning herself she sighted and reached out her own hand forward, the *opposite* hand mind you supposed to take a handshake. Opting instead to grab his wrist, apparently harmless until her fingers clenched tight around it, way too tight for comfort as Neja's sharp, feline eyes looked at Noah dead in the eye.

"Are you finally done prattling on about?" The amazonian beauty spat dispassionately before she would roughly, really roughly yank her arm holding his wrist backwards, aiming to force Noah to stumble forward as Neja would put all of her weight to send a brutal uppercut straight towards the luchador's navel with her other arm, her fist pounding and sinking deep into his abs as she would seek for him to bent forward from the blow. If that happened, the crowd would loudly gasp in shock at Neja's unamicable and ruthless display, jeering at her as the bell would soon ring hurriedly to signal the start of the match! But not waiting for any more cues, if she had her way, Neja would give another tug to Noah's arm as she would still hold his writst, benching herself sideways to place her toned back on her foe's midriff and attempt to hoist him up over her shoulders in a fireman's carry!

[Misfit_Alien]

Noah was surprised at how strongly the woman came on, refusing his opening gesture of sportsmanship and returning it with a swift punch to the gut, which caught the man off-guard. Now, Noah was no slouch when it came to his rugged country looks...The young man had worked hard in the construction yards and in the ring, building up a well-toned body that could withstand a proper blow or two. After all, he had to!!! He needed to be strong AND resilient, not just for the hard labor and harder matches, but for the sake of his sister. Be it a cold or a broken bone or two, Noah was always one to tough it out. He endured as much as he could so that Hope could take priority when it came to the necessities of things like medicine and whatnot...Of course, regardless of how tough he had built himself up to be, it would prove ineffective against a surprise gut check from an Amazonian warrior such as Neja.

With a slight spew and gasp, the Raccoon Rebel stumbled as he folded over Neja's fist. Noah's legs buckled, threatening to give out as his senses had been thrown off-balance. The woman snuck him with a strike before the bell had even rung, taking the low road and capitalizing on it nonetheless. Noah was slung over her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, hoisted atop her backside like a sack of potatoes as he continued to cough and sputter. However, he was far from out of his mind...He began to squirm as if his life depended on it, which it kinda did in this scenario...She kicks his legs about and tries to escape Neja's grasp, making it difficult for her to keep a steady grip on him. If he was fast enough to scramble free, Noah would attempt to land on his feet and counter Neja's hold with a standard German Suplex, utilizing the move not for damage but just to even things out and put some distance between himself and the Amazonian beauty via a quick toss and slam across the ring!!!

[MsIshtar]

Neja felt her strong fist pierce against Noah's unprepared stomach, her knuckles smacking his abs before her opponent folded in pain from the blow, yet from that brief exchange, Neja was able to perceive that the man had built a strong and well developed core, so at least she wasn't taking an unprepared amateur. Although that was the bare minimum the amazonian beauty asked for her opponents! Unless they wanted to end really badly... Well that aside, the Amazonian beauty would be quick on her feet and hoist her staggered foe up into her toned shoulders seemingly effortlessly, carrying him around and setting him up in a fireman's carry as she felt his abs against her nape while her hands reached out to the back of his head and ass to firmly secure her hold.

The jeers of the crowd towards the silver haired amazoness kept roaring loud as she heard his foe's coughs and gasps atop her, his torso quivering as he began bucking up, his legs flailing around frantically in a clear in attempt to get down off Neja... althoough, that's exactly what the amazoness was looking for, though maybe in a more violent way than Noah would have hoped for! Inmediately after her foe began squirming above her, like a huntress that was waiting for her prey to get lured by the bait, Neja would tug down her hand holding the back of Noah's head, forcing him in a perpendicular position against the mats of the ring before performing one of her favorite moves, the Death Valley Driver as she tightened her whole body and leaped to the side!

"Rawr!" With a wrathful roar, the Sri Lankan would seek to quickly descend down thanks to the momentum of her jump and the added motion of Noah's abrupt jerks and leg kicking, using his struggles against him to sent him crashing down even harder in hopes to spike the back of his head and upper back! Her fingers digging themselves on her opponent's ass before she finally let him go before the impact!

[Misfit_Alien]

Spoiler

!!! -BAM- !!!

"GHRK-!!!" Noah's eyes would widen after being SLAMMED against the canvas with such a forceful impact. Despite his best efforts, the young man's plans fizzled out before his eyes, resulting in the raccoon-themed Southerner being CRUSHED against the mat via a Death Valley Driver, landing on his upper back and the back of his neck. The move would prove pretty devastating, especially coming off of that punishing surprise gut check prior to the bell. Noah's head rattled off the mat, leaving the debuting talent thoroughly disoriented as his ears began to ring. Neja's powerful slam practically left him in a crater of sorts after she spiked him into the ring. Noah groans as he flops across the floor, rolling away to try and catch his breath, reaching the ropes and lifting himself up, using what little momentum he can to pull himself upright. He uses the ropes as a method to keep himself steady, focusing all his stamina and energy on shaking off the damage...but given his vision was wobbling and blurring, it might be a while before he can recuperate. Meanwhile, his Amazonian opponent was fresh and prepared, likely ready to prowl like a shark that had smelled blood in the water.

[MsIshtar]

Rapidly and furiously, the Silver Huntress tossed her foe down as she performed the Death Valley Driver, the canvas below rattling heavily from the blow as soon as Noah's upper back and nape was slammed down. Inmediately after, Neja felt her own figure jostle from the recoil and she used it to buck herself to the side, incorporating herself on all fours like a lioness sneaking on her wounded prey. Her feline eyes narrowing and watching how the young man stammered and rolled in pain towards the ropes. Slowly sneaking on him from behind, the amazonian beauty would approach him, studying his moves as he was steadily getting back to his feet... he seemed hurt, weary after taking her slam and *that* meant it was Neja's chance to pounce on him!

Taking advantage of that, the silver haired heavyweight would lunge at him from her sprint spart position with an extreme burst of speed, using the momentum to put more strength into her blow as she would attempt to DRIVE her boot harshly against the middle of the Racoon Luchador's spine! "Hmpfh!" Seeking to deliver a powerful front kick that would leave him tangled against the ropes before, if she succeded, Neja would attempt to inmediately latch out her arms, yanking from his hair and the waistband of his outfit, giving a powerful backwards tug to drag the young man out of the ropes... and towards the middle of the ring in preparation for her next move!

[Misfit_Alien]

Noah let out a deep groan, feeling an intensive wave of pain washing over him as he struggled to pull himself up the ropes, trying to catch his breath as he felt incredibly winded. That first slam really knocked him for a loop. Not only was he having trouble breathing, but his vision felt slightly impaired as the world around him blurred a little. Noah had taken a hit and a bump before inside the squared circle...but NOTHING compared to the Amazonian woman's sheer level of force and cruelty...little did the masked wrestler know, he had only experienced the TIP of the iceberg when it came to Neja's cruel dominance.

Just as Noah was about to get back onto his feet, he heard a series of loud stomps behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a SHARP pain in his spine as Neja drove her boots into his back!!! Noah would fly forward into the ropes, hitting it awkwardly as his chest and neck made contact. He gagged and coughed, dangling on the ropes as he fell to his knees, spewing and wheezing as he clutched his throat. Afterward, Neja dragged him away by his trunk's waistband, pulling him off the ropes and into the center of the ring, resting helplessly on his knees as he struggled to find that burst of second wind that he so desperately needed...At this rate, Noah may not even be able to get a single move in...He HAD to wait for the right moment, some golden opportunity where Neja would slip up...until then, he just had to be patient, endure, and above all else...survive.