Prelude to Pandemonium - Fei vs Lucinda and Lacramioara

[TheLoneWanderer]

Match Type: "Irregular Custom" Handicap Match
Location: Furuzamami Beach, Near Okinawa

The arena features limited seating and televised screens for the audience or video buyers to see better angles from the official LAW website. Occupants will be trapped in a steel cage. In the absence of a referee, fighters will use "common sense" if they aren't inept.

Tag Team will operate under a on-the-fly switch-in, switch-out basis.

Victory Cons: The only means of victory are by utter submission or complete incapacitation of the loser.



Fei tested the surface on the opposing side, pushing his heel into the surface before stepping on the turnbuckle-less arena, ensnared by a cage. Not quite as much give as a mattress. Unlike his other matches, he had the caveat of having to face two in a tag team. They were able to switch out, if necessary.

It had began with a frantic message from Rai, imploring for Fei's help with a handicap match against the two. With the assistance of a little negotiation and a handful of pity, Fei was off the races and on his way here.

The successive setup email looked innocent enough. A collaborative match for four members, but he had found himself in the arena where the rules were more lax. Allowed for more...creative methods to subdue an opponent. There was a woman named Lucinda. A woman named Albescu. The former was where he found himself now, facing off against the tall woman. Curvy and defined, like some of her body was shaved stone. Guided by the caution of the new experience, Fei tugged on both wrists of his gloves. The two were a copy of Lucinda's set, save for the color. A creamy shade. The thick Chinese-type shirt could not be more different from her attitire.

He raised his arms, locking the fingers above his head before stretching them out. He enjoyed the kiss of the sun on his body, which warmed his skin. Now, all that was left to do was wait for them to finish setting themselves up for the prequel match ahead. In the meantime, Fei paced left to right at the halfway point of the canvas, anticipating the ringing of the bell in a short time to announce being able to begin the fight.

His gaze flicked between the two's legs to busy his eyes, quite loving the view even from here.

[DSX93]

Lucinda Kane

(Ignore that the pants are proper leggings.)

Lacramioara Albescu

A handicap match. If she were given the choice, a handicap match would've actually been something that Lucinda Kane would've asked for. But it would've been in favor of the other side. It's better for the business that way: Shoots her star up even higher when she wins, gives her the kind of fight she looks for if she doesn't, and it gives the ratings a good kick; even in the event of a four-on-one, she puts on a show, like the superbeast she is. But this? It might be dressed up all pretty with the beach and the cage, but she knew what this was. The bookers wanted to see more garden variety femdom slop.

When Lacramioara came to her with the match card, the proud redhead wouldn't even consider this a debut. Just a promotional shoot disguised as a contest. She wasn't even that far off the mark: There had been a proper tag team match in mind, but the guy who was picked to be his partner wasn't available for whatever reason this week. So this was a build-up to that, and was also meant to be a display to cater to fans of strong style wrestling and MMA. Herself and Lacramioara were two among many pro-wrestlers with martial training, and apparently, so was Fei.

Lucinda didn't bother doing any research on him or developing any strategies. Lacramioara and Ionia would both get on her case about this habit every now and again, not as often as they used to. They knew now that this was one of those things that she just wasn't going to budge on.

It was more fulfilling this way. Let her opponents show her who they are in the ring. The cage. Wherever. Then she'll take it from there and see if she can adapt. In most cases, she can. And those where she couldn't were more educational to her than simple review and instruction anyway.

But there would be no fulfillment today. No challenge. No fun. Sure, she could tell Mimi to stand back and let her handle this, but then she'd be running the risk of management giving her shit for it. Lucinda wouldn't mind it coming her way, but she wasn't one to drag her friends into her messes. So there was no real choice but to play ball.

And it sapped her motivation. There were a couple silver linings, though: Wei was hot. Smoking hot. The second, she remained unaware of: His being former military. She had a lot of family that served, all across the various branches in the US. Phoebe had never put on a uniform herself, but she had a lot of respect for those who did. If she was aware of that, she would've made the effort to go through her warm-up routine, at least.

That reasoning was exactly why Lacramioara withheld that information from her, why she was letting her take him on first...

"Where do you wanna eat after this?"

"I hear Kyushu Number One Star is excellent."

...And why she was going along with this bit of casual conversation instead telling her to focus.

"The ramen place? Been wanting to try it how the masters make it. Be back in a few minutes."

Lucinda's every step towards the center of the ring held an air of marked disinterest. Her thoughts -- her plan -- was all but popping out of her eyes to be made plain for all to see. It was real simple: Kick this guy's ass, tag Lacramioara in, let her sex him up, they pin him, go wash up, and go eat. As they waited for the bell to kick this thing off, she started

Back and forth with a fluid, natural rhythm. As easy as breathing. Hands low, practically begging for him to hit her in the face. If he was paying attention to it, rather than the movement going on underneath her tight shirt.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Lucinda was coming. Good.

Based on the stance, it looked like she knew how to position herself properly. Fei did not take a grappler's stance in response. Instead, he kept his fists up near his face and feet squared together. Basic, but it would get the job done. She would find out how extravagantly he could perform soon enough. Fei let his eyes wander, following the height of her jumps. Getting a feel for when she would come back down.

*DING DING*

With Lucinda and Fei ready, the bell rang out to announce its beginning. She was all business. Not even a greeting. Very well. If she wished to keep it formal, then he had no complaints how her way of competition. Fei skipped on his heels towards her to close the distance extremely fast, straight on instead of trying to circle around. This limited his routes of approach, but Fei chose to roll with it instead of going the way of desperation immediately. He lead with his left foot, intending to slam it into her stomach for a crunching push kick to test her guard and move her body back towards the ring's edge. The real goal was to build up to his second action.


Step One


Whether the first kick would be blocked or not, Fei attempted to be more proactive by opening his arms to wrap them underneath her armpits. To kill Lucinda's momentum even further, he positioned his right leg behind her left, tripping her and making it even harder for her to remain on her feet.

Step Two


If they hit the ground, Fei ended up in side control by nestling his chin into her sternum and landing on his knees. The entire goal of this approach was to copy what he did when facing a similar mixed martial artist to Lucinda. Go for body blows. Fei raised his left elbow, being unable to help the smile creeping onto his face. Then he sent it barelling down into her ribs. Shallow hits to injure but not be unmanageable for her to tough out. The platinum-haired fighter gave up control of her upper body, unlike the second image, in favor of reducing the damage he would take in the future by twisting his right arm around his head's back to cover it.