Flying close to the Sun - Phoenix VanDrake (d) vs Quetzalcoatl

[Malkavia]

Standard match - victory is awarded via KO, submission, or pinfall

I Am Ahab.

As the thunder of the drums and the amped electric guitar cries filled the auditorium, an image filled the titantron. Its background depicted a wasteland. Black smoke and bouts of fire rose from an angry, red ground littered with bones. Thorns sprouted from black fissures like the sporangial spines of a fungal infection. Over it all hung an Angel, black wings and chained arms outstretched, under a halo of white light from the top center of the canvas. The video flickered, like candlelight, as the wrestler Phoenix entered in the spotlight.

"At one hundred and forty five pounds...Phoenix...Van...Drake!"

Phoenix

Phœnix's expression was cold. In spite of the elevated imagery on the screen, she made her entrance with no frills--no pointless flips, no flexing at the audience, no degrading lewd shake of the hips as she slipped under the middle rope. She walked down the ramp, she took her place in her corner, and she leaned into the post with her arms crossed and her gaze, iron, in the opponent's as-yet empty ramp.

Her collar was tight around her neck, cinched around a sufficiently narrow diameter that it made the skin bulge, barely, where leather met throat. There were those, she knew, who would not take the angelic imagery seriously, who would see in it exaggerated posturing around cliché biblical imagery. But what they failed to grasp, Phoenix thought, was that angels are servants--agents of God who brought fury and just desolation.

What was God's will in this debut?

Phoenix curled her lips as a wave of disgust rolled through her stomach. She was nobody to LAW, another insignificant new talent to be fed to the audience...an audience that regularly slopped filth.

God's will was punishment, the righting of unbalanced scales, and the humiliation of the many, many deserving. It would begin by making this Quetzalcoatl bray like an ass.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was in her locker room, warming up before he could go on stage. After chaining KO matches, the sun goddess finally found herself in a ring for a standard match. She was going to face a new recruit from LAW, Phoenix, and this wrestler looked extremely strong in addition to having an interesting and atypical name, just like her! For Quetzalcoatl, there was a good chance that this wrestler was a woman a bit like her, who likes to fight against strong people and who seeks at all costs to surpass her in brute force.
It was now her turn to go on stage, she sighed softly as she finished her warm-up and smiled widely before walking down the long hallway that led to the rind, accompanied by her theme.

Quetzalcoatl

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/cMtPBjGC9gc

The Sun Goddess was smiling wildly and waving to the onlookers and her fans as the lights fell on her. For once, Quetzalcoatl didn't have her Samba Santa outfit because we were now in the middle of summer, it would be weird to wear a Christmas outfit in this period. It was a little obvious that she was the favorite tonight, we didn't know much about Phoenix while people now knew the raw power of Quetzalcoatl, able to knock out or lift heavyweight wrestlers without too much difficulty .
She walked to the ring and climbed onto the corner of the ring to find herself standing over the corner, waving to the audience one last time before jumping confidently onto the ring mat, finally joining her opponent, facing Phoenix in front of her. She took off her cape and threw it out of the ring, her accessories shouldn't bother her in such a serious match!

"Hello Miss Phoenix! I'm Quetzalcoatl, it's a pleasure to have you as my opponent tonight!~"

Quetzalcoatl strode to the center of the ring and held out her hand, smiling at her opponent without an ounce of bad thought behind her head. The sun goddess was simply friendly and wasn't the kind of person to be mean, she just wanted to have a good game and give a good game to the young woman in front who was much less smiling than her.

[Malkavia]

One of the tired cliches in wrestling was the entrance—this protracted, tedious introduction to the performers that nine times out of ten is germane to exactly nothing about either their reason or their style to fighting. The entire time Quetzalcoatl pranced towards the ring, boredom took Phoenix's insides and stretched them like taffy. Then, as if she had to really hammer in her dedication to wasting time, Quetalcoatl over here tried to do small talk.

"Yeah, obviously that's your name, they put it on the titantron. Or do you think I'm some kind of moron who can't read?" When she said moron, she put heavy emphasis on the first syllable. MORon. In general, she spit each word, enunciating like she was trying to bully the words on their way out. Then she sighed, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers through her long, brown pigtails.

"As for pleasure, that's nice, but also just...totally one-sided, OK?" She licked her lips, then looked down at the mat, hands on her hips. "I don't give a fuck about you. I don't want any pleasantries, no handshakes. We're not going to get ice cream after this or put each other in our contacts with cute nicknames like Feefee and Quetzie." She took another long breath through her nose and let the words settle. Morons needed the space to process, which is why she talked slow and with plenty of spaces for dog-brains to catch up. Then she looked up, eyebrows raised, and pointed at Quetzalcoatl. "You're giving me a fight. A good fight. Anything more or less than that, and I will fucking destroy you, bell or no bell. Got it?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was quite an eccentric woman, she loved to talk, be attentive and have fun with her opponent. Wrestling was an incredible sport and perfect for her, all she wanted in return was to make lots of friends and fight lots of strong people like her. She was a little sad and shocked to see such a hostile reaction from Pheonix, after all both women had a legendary bird name, so they had a lot to exchange, other than punches.

But this did not demoralize the Frenchwoman who could even feel a great combativeness on the part of her opponent, if she just wanted a brutal match then she was going to be served, and Quetzalcoatl had every intention of taking care of Pheonix after this match, as a friend obviously!

"Oooowh... I didn't mean to bless you, I just like showing up, haha!"

She even smiled when she saw that Pheonix did not extend her hand and grabbed her opponent's hand by force so she could shake it, remaining as smiling and friendly as ever.

"I see I see! Don't worry Miss Feefee, I'm going to give you the best match of your life and we'll become best friends after this match!~"

Quetzalcoatl already saw herself as friends with her adversary and was already starting to call her with the funny nickname she had previously given. The Frenchwoman subsequently let go of her opponent's hand and remained in front of her opponent. The bell didn't seem to ring but an idea came to her head, an idea as twisted as her personality. She tilted her head forward slightly and pointed her cheek at her opponent, pointing at her as she still continued to smile.

"I'll let you give me the first blow, my cheek is completely open for a punch !~"

Quetzalcoatl was the type of wrestler who loved to put on a show, no matter her opponent her style will remain the same, being hit, showing that it did almost no damage to her and making the blows even harder!

[Malkavia]

"Ooooh, well. That—that's swell." Phoenix slid towards Quetzalcoatl, her long brown pigtails swaying behind her like a cape. When she smiled, it cast a shadow over her face, and by the time she'd sidled up to her opponent, her eyes had closed to slits. "The magnanimous fucking bitch wants to give me the first move." Where Quetzalcoatl leaned over, Phoenix stood ramrod straight. She sighed, stuck her pinkie in her ear to clean out the gunk, and flicked it at Quetz's face. "Kay. But don't cry about it when you're picking your teeth off the floor."

There was a lot to hate about this peasant. For one thing, she was shorter than Phoenix—shorter and lighter, yet somehow the blonde woman managed to loom huge. Like she thought she was hot stuff.

Phoenix took a deep breath. She was going to savor the crunch coming up here like it was an expensive, juicy flank of steak. Her hands went up—not to punch Quetz but to grab her golden locks like handlebars. Then she'd wrench her down and aim to crush her pigsnout against Phoenix's knee. All in one camera-flash FLICK of her powerful thigh.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was confident in her strength and ability to withstand blows, she was already quite powerful before arriving at LAW but meeting and fighting against women stronger and as strong as she had made her stronger after several months at LAW. Enough for her to become known as one of LAW's best No Sellers in addition to never having fallen during the first minute of a match.

While she offered her cheek as a sign of friendship to her opponent, the Frenchwoman obviously expected to be hit there by her opponent's fist. Everything was done for this, even if there was no trap planned, and yet Pheonix accepted the offer by changing the conditions slightly, preferring to pull the blonde's hair towards her before giving her a powerful knee hit in the face.

The match had barely started and the audience remained silent, the Sun Goddess had just taken a knee to the face and full force, anyone would find themselves injured or even knocked out. But Quetzalcoatl was known to impress spectators and did so again by standing up as if nothing had happened after that knee strike, even though Pheonix was still pulling her hair.

"Nice one Feefee~ Okay, my turn !~"

Quetzalcoatl didn't seem to be bothered much and lightly stroked her nose, pinching and shaking it to prevent the tickling from preventing her from fighting later by disrupting her senses. She wasted no time in preparing her blows, pushing Pheonix's arms back so that her new friend let go of her hair before leaning back with her right arm raised high. She then took a powerful step forward before throwing her arm and body forward, slamming Pheonix's chest with her arm and putting all her strength into it to give her a taste of what this match would be like by making her taste her powerful lariat.

“Hahaha!~”

[Malkavia]

As her opponent knocked her back, Phoenix staggered. She put a hand on her knee. The one that had CRACKED against a human jaw—and been CRACKED back. "God, ow...FUCK—"

Something flatlined in Phoenix's brain. She had felt that impact in her god damn tailbone, and her knee? She might as well have struck a steel ball bearing. But Quetz just grinned — and slammed her arm against Phoenix's chest like an aluminum baseball bat.

"Guh—"

Phoenix staggered backwards. One step, two. She almost fell. Then her fists clenched. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, shot a look at Quetz, and folded her arms. "Pfft!" She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. Fuckin out of place piece of shit hair. She grinned the way she might grin on discovering human excrement in her bed.

Oh, you fucked up now.

She pointed at her chin, leaning forward with her jaw jutted out.

"AGAIN!"

She planted both her feet on the mat and anchored her mind. Somewhere out in that crowd of sinners and idiots, she knew, was her Angel. Her Severa. When Phoenix dodged the strike — when she set an expectation, then cheated its fruition — she liked to think it would make Severa laugh.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The Sun Goddess was a woman who prioritized fun and spectacle above all else in her matches despite her rather imposing and especially muscular physique. She had fought a good number of wrestlers since she joined LAW, both lightweight and heavyweight and she adapted her strength depending on her opponents to make her matches as interesting in the public eye, even if she preferred to fight against strong wrestlers.

Her new friend, Feefee, seemed to be just that and Quetzalcoatl intended to have fun with her until one of them collapsed from exhaustion. But strength wasn't everything and to make this match interesting Feefee also had to be tough enough to withstand the goddess' blows. It was now Quetzalcoatl's turn to strike and as usual, if she did not start her matches with a test of strength she started it with a lariat to know the pain tolerance and resistance of her opponent.

SMACK!

Quetzalcoatl's forearm slammed against Phoenix's chest and forced her to take a few steps back but not fall to the ground. It was perfect ! Quetzalcoatl looked at her opponent with stars in her eyes and an amused smile. This match was going to be interesting and incredibly exciting! She couldn't wait and she didn't wait, Phoenix showed her jaw and encouraged Quetz to continue striking.

"Much too kind ! Thank you Feefee!~"

It was with a big friendly smile that Quetzalcoatl accepted so much fair play from her opponent. She clenched her fist, stepped forward with a heavy and determined step to find herself a few centimeters from her opponent then threw her fist in the air, shifting all her weight into the air. Her uppercut was going to hurt, very badly, everything was focused on the attack because Quetzalcoatl was convinced that Feefee was going to stay still. How naive.

[Malkavia]

Wow, she's just gonna fucking take it, isn't she?

The shit-eating grin really should have been a give-away—but hey, maybe the Sun Goddess just enjoyed a good kick in the teeth and figured Phoenix was the same. She seemed like that kind of idiot.

Whatever. Either way, Phoenix ducked to the right, and here came Quetzalcoatl, all committed to her big bad punch.

"Uh oh, missed me! Now you'll have to kiss me." As fast as Phoenix had moved to get out of the way, it was nothing compared to how quick her knee rocketed up—aimed for gut. "God, do I wanna kiss you though? Eh..."

A little asshole of a bird in the back of Phoenix's head whispered—this chick had already bodied a knee to the face. What if she can take another one in her belly?

So if the knee hit, Phoenix would drop to her knees as soon as she pulled her leg out of Quetz's gut. Then up goes the fist—launched straight between those pale bare legs.

"Maybe after I knock you out—so I can say what stupid bitch tastes like!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was the kind of woman who would trust everyone, especially if she liked the idea. She acted like a stupid child but that was also her charm and what appealed to the crowd who wondered, somewhat off-topic, what was the Sun Goddess capable of if she hated someone?

“Eh ?”

We wouldn't have the answer today anyway because Phoenix's dodge was no reason to be upset. She had simply missed her uppercut and was now totally exposed to another blow... And even if her new friend took advantage of it, it didn't bother Quetzalcoatl in the least who barely sighed in pain as he felt Phoenix's knees slammed against her abs.

“Not b-”

Another blow struck Quetzalcoatl before she even finished her sentence. This time, the blow did not leave her unmoved and forced her to step back slightly, grimacing slightly in pain and shaking her knees. It was a low blow, a traitorous blow, a blow normally prohibited! But the French girl didn't seem to be taking it too badly, she was panting slightly to stay on her legs and still continue to act as if nothing had happened.

"Not bad.. It's the match anyway, you take every opportunity offered to you, don't you Feefee?...~"

The Sun Goddess stood up rather quickly and beckoned Phoenix to approach by once again tilting her head forward but pointing to her lips with her fingers.

“If you really want to kiss me, my lips are here~”