Natalie Cantlay Vs. Karbon Mannering

[Mkmd13]

This is a Submission Match!

The management seems to have finally found Karbon's forte as they are now booking him in a lot more submission matches, which is right up his alley! No complaints were coming from his end as he geared up for his next match. His next opponent is named Natalie Cantlay and is a newcomer in the League. "Heh! She's about to learn a very harsh lesson from me!" He would say as he punched his right fist into his open left hand. "I almost feel sorry for this girl when I lock on the Crippler Crossface!... Almost." Karbon said with a very devious grin on his face. Karbon's confidence is through the roof right now, he feels like there is no way in Hell that he was going to lose this match.

With the stage set and the audience in their seats, Karbon was finally given the cue to head out. The arena went pitch black as the bells started to echo all throughout, creating an ominous atmosphere... Then, the sound of guitars and drums thunder through as white lights begin to strobe. In those lights, you can make out Karbon heading down the ramp and into the ring with his fist pumping in time with the drums. He then rolls into the ring and goes down onto one knee in the middle. A red spotlight shines upon him as he screams out, "NNNNIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAARRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" right in time with his entrance music. After that, Karbon gets up onto his feet and the lights go back to normal as his song fades away.

Karbon backs up into one of the turnbuckles and looks onward towards the entrance ramp. He can't wait to see what poor sap awaits their fate at the business end of his Crippler Crossface. "I wonder just how long she will last... I give her five minutes tops!" He said to himself as he started to laugh. Could this day get any better?

[Winter]

Suitably unimpressive.

That was all Natalie Cantlay's partially lidded, plainly disinterested eyes garnered about her opponent as they flickered at the screen on the wall ahead of her. This "Mannering" struck her the same as the vast majority of male wrestlers she had encountered in her time. The same generic, self-fellating athlete in briefs. Only one trait varied among these men...simply, whether they were willing when it came to a woman of her stature's dominance or resistant. Disbelieving.

Natalie could not bring herself to wonder further at his nature as she made it to the stage, robe tickling the backs of her bare calves. Whatever the case, this was to be her time, her show, as it ever was when she graced the ring.

With the most regal confidence, she took to the stage, little beyond her golden locks and blue eyes visible above the robe. Nat drank in the anticipation before her low, simmering music took a dramatic dip. Her arms spread, opening her robe to reveal the scant attire beneath.

Spoiler

She strutted down to the ring, a step for each beat before she arrived and strode up the steps, losing the robe in the process. The crowd's whooping feeding into her desire to make this all about her, the heiress took her time ensuring she found no person wanting for a look as she posed with a hand on her hip beside the turnbuckle, glancing from the closest fans to the top of the arena, before daintily slipping through the ropes.

The rather dull presence of Karbon dulled her enjoyment a touch, though her expression still never changed from its neutrality. Her icy eyes merely gave him the most unflattering glance to acknowledge his presence, and then, the Golden Goddess went back to her business, getting comfortable leaning against the turnbuckle.

She would afford him five minutes in the ring with her, tops, before he submitted.

[Mkmd13]

Karbon watched and listened as her music hit and she made her grand debut. He had to admit that this was even a bit flashy for his taste. The overflowing robe, the golden hair, the golden... Well... Everything to be honest. It was almost blinding! Then, when she opened up her robe, Karbon couldn't help but stare at what she had on underneath. To put it plainly, she didn't leave much to the imagination. "So much for modesty on your opening debut." Karbon would mutter to himself as she made her way down.

She then guided herself through the ropes and watched as she took a look through the crowd. He noticed that she took the time to go from the front row all the way to the top. Maybe she was soaking it all in? Or was she looking for someone important? Doesn't matter much to Karbon either way. Actually... He was hoping someone important to her was in the crowd so he can humiliate her further by making this match quick. His eyes then met hers and he could tell she wasn't much of a fan of his, nor much of a talker. So, he decided to be the one to break the ice. "I have to give you props on the entrance, but don't you think it's a bit overkill with all the gold?" He would say cocking an eyebrow at her.

The referee would then check both wrestlers to make sure they didn't have anything stashed away before going over the rules of the match. This would be a submission match where the only way to win was by making your opponent submit via any means necessary. Karbon was well aware of these rules, but he wanted to make sure his opponent knew as well. "Don't worry, I might throw in some humiliating submissions as well, so I don't just break your little body in half!"

[Winter]

Nat thought she might start stretching in peace, should her aloof disregard of Mannering's presence put him off, and she tilted forward from off the turnbuckle to reach down and easily grab at her toes. Just as her hair spilled down over her face with the motion, however...came the sound of his voice. The heiress squeezed her painted eyes shut and let out an audible sigh, taking the time to switch to the other foot before she stood straight again. Her eyes never met him, though she addressed him.

"Said the man who appeared to be fantasizing about...how might one of you men put it..." She leveled the most apathetic stare towards his boots as she pulled from her healthy list of hometown terms. Rich boys (she could hardly call them men) could be apes, too. "...greasing his snake to the beat of his music?" That was how she saw that absurd fist-pumping, anyway. As quickly as she had acknowledged his presence, her gaze returned to attending to her own figure. "You must have no concept of class."

A few feminine squats to the floor completed her routine as the referee made clear the rules that Nat already knew well. They suited her...but Mannering appeared to believe he held some advantage, here. Despite her effort to avoid hearing him speaking, she did, and the roll of her eyes could be seen from the twelfth row.

She let the comment settle for a long moment, as she slinked her way to mid-ring as the referee made her gesture for the bell, and spoke with the disinterest one gave to an afterthought. "You'll be fortunate to lay a finger on me."

With that assurance and a ring of the bell, Natalie finally looked him square in the eye and took to cat-like pacing, utterly confident as she circled him, awaiting his first move.

[Mkmd13]

"Oh, ho, ho! Someone's on their high horse today, huh?" Karbon would say with a bit of a laugh at the end. Where Karbon came from, these types of people were everywhere. Always with their noses up in the air and talking low to the peasants as they liked to call them. He didn't really think he would of met someone like this in the wrestling ring, but standing right in front of him was the very definition of uptight. All he had to do though was show her just how low on the totem poll she really was around here and Karbon loves nothing more than doing just that!

"I'm sorry, was my entrance music and display not to your liking, m'dam?" He would mock her with a big grin on his face. He made his way out of his corner and started to slowly walk over towards her. They finally met in the middle of the ring and Karbon started to study her face, trying to figure out just what her first move was going to be. He heard her say another comment, to which he responded, "Is that right?" As another joke, he would lift up his hand and point out his index finger. Karbon then lowered it and placed his index finger right onto her shoulder. "Heh, guess you were wrong."

She then started to circle around him, but it didn't look like she was trying to find an opening... Was she waiting for him to react? Did she have some sort of counter set up for him already? Nah, she couldn't be that smart. Karbon shrugged and thought to himself that he should just make the first move and see how it goes. When she circled back around to the front of him, Karbon dashed right at her! He tried to show his power off by going in for a nasty clothesline!

[Winter]

Natalie quickly realized that answering him would further waste her breath, and so only sighed at all of his continued antics. Sighed at his rhetorical questions. Sighed at his approach, purposefully trotting to the side to stretch to her toes again and turn her shoulder to him. Snapped a cool look to him and sighed as he thought it fit to touch her shoulder. If it was possible to ignore one's opponent's existence entirely before a wrestling match in front of thousands of people, Nat would have liked to have done so, but she supposed she need give him her attention now...someone so callous might be the type to thrust his knuckles into her back to give himself the advantage.

She needed no such antics. That already made her better than most, she believed.

It was that belief that had her strutting her way in a circle around him, wanting him to bring her his worst. Like most men, he would surely have an ego and one that repeatedly informed him that he was superior to the fairer sex because of it, or if nothing else, the finer, more aggressive athlete. Let him be whatever he wished as an athlete, though Natalie found herself none too impressed by his figure...she would still dominate him.

And there it was. As she started her second pass around him, she saw his body shift, his feet shift. He planned to throw himself into her, didn't he?

When he ran at her, she was already shifting her feet, calling upon a touch of dance training from her teenage years to nimbly spin on her bare feet and duck beneath his outstretched arm, and as they passed each other, she looked to flick up her leg to try and find his chin with a flexible kick behind her.

[Mkmd13]

She certainly wasn't very interested in what Karbon was doing to her and actually, Karbon was really finding it amusing! Usually when he did this kind of stuff, he would get some sort of reaction from his opponent. Her, on the other hand, just looked extremely annoyed. Like what a big sister would look like to her younger brother who keeps on repeatedly pestering her. At least she was giving some sort of emotion off from his antics and that was good enough for him. When Karbon finally felt like he had enough fun, he went in for the real action with a standard clothesline. He thought for sure this was going to hit her since it felt like she wasn't paying attention. He was dead wrong though.

As if she anticipated his every move, Natalie ducked right under it was almost an angelic presence about it. Karbon's forearm caught nothing but air and a surprised look appeared on his face as his momentum carried him further past her. Just then, right out of the corner of his eye, he saw her foot come right up from the ground and connect right with his jaw! He couldn't react in time to move away and felt the stinging impact of her heel. His whole body stood upright from the hit and felt like he was paralyzed for a second or two before stumbling away. He placed his right hand on his jaw and moved it around some to make sure it was dislocated or broken. Once that cleared, he then checked all his teeth with his tongue and found that none of them were missing. "Whew... Caught me good there. It's a good thing nothing broke so you can continue to hear my luscious voice in your ears." His smile would come back again as it seemed like he has already shook off the pain.

"Alright, new approach Karbon." He would say to himself as it was clear she was faster than him. He started to circle around her and got close. Just when he was close enough, he would go in for a grapple and tried to out muscle her! If he was successful, he would hoist her up into the air with her head underhooked in his left arm and her feet pointing straight up into the air. Karbon would then drop backwards and slam her back to the mat in a back body drop!

[Winter]

Nat felt more than she heard the smack of her bare foot connecting with some part of his face, she would guess a cheek or jaw, and made sure to keep her balance as she whipped her foot back around to join the other. Rarely did people expect that one, which was entirely the reason she had worked to add it to her repertoire, despite her disinterest in spending her time striking at an opponent. Planting her heel into loud mouth men's faces made it all worthwhile.

Poised and ready to bounce away on her toes in case his recovery was swift, she swung to face him, but she found him nursing the injury, giving her confidence that she had accomplished what she wanted. The temptation to try again rushed over her, but he would be ready for such repetition, wouldn't he? She played keep-away instead, leaving the space between them.

When he spoke again, her sigh and icy "Shut up and fight." likely indicated how badly she wished she had tried to kick him again.

He started to circle, she resumed her cat-trot, and with his legs longer, she realized once the ropes were becoming awfully close to her back that she would need to move faster to stay away from him. It was a decision she realized she had made a moment too late, much to her chagrin, when he darted closer, and though she swatted away his first attempt to grab her...his arms were far longer, too.

A strong grip hooked onto her upper body, and though she snarled and struck out at him, she wasn't going to outpower him at this range. Soon, the grip became a forearm she realized was trying to slip around the back of her neck as she leaned into him.

She struck out with a pair of stinging, bare-handed swipes at his stomach, but she doubted it would be enough to deter him, and it was a bicep she now found around her neck and a view of their legs as her head was forced down.

[Mkmd13]

"Awww... Does someone not like my lovely voice?" He would say back to her, knowing that it was starting to get under her skin. With Karbon's new strategy taking effect, he was all but certain that it was going to work. They circled one another and he finally trapped her near the corner of the ring. She tried to get away, but it proved fruitless. Natalie even tried to swat away his attempts at a grapple, but with her arms being shorter than his, he was able to re-grapple her again.

With her now firmly in his grasp, Natalie tried a last ditch effort in striking his stomach a couple of times. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't enough for him to let her go. With no other options left for Natalie, she could only watch as Karbon lifted her high into the air and drop her right on her back. Boom! The ring shook as both of their weights hit it at the same time. Spinning around on the ground though, Karbon didn't want to stay down there long as this would hinder his strength.

He would rise back up to his feet and thought he should strike while the iron is hot. Looking behind him, he spots the ropes and started to back up into them. With enough speed, he outstretched the ropes and used their momentum to get a nice running start at his foe on the ground. Just as he was about to reach her, he would jump up into the air and try to land a diving headbutt right onto her stomach!

[Winter]

Natalie's fighting became feral as she again threw her nails up to bite into his stomach, but as he locked in a muscular arm around her head and left her unable to move it, she was smart enough to know that she should bring her hands up to brace herself against what was surely to come. Surely enough, as her fingers bit into his arm to try and root herself in place, she watched and felt as her feet were lifted from the mattress, her perspective flipped, and the world rushed by her just before her back plowed into the mat.

"AGH!", she cried out, as the impact jarred her head to toe, compelling her to twist her toned body onto its side and try to nurse the spot that had taken the brunt of the impact with her hand. There were few things she hated more than brutish opponents who would leave her with bruises, win or lose, and a newfound desire to make this man a whimpering submissive before the match was over burned inside of her.

She popped a icy blue eye open and scowled, trying to find him and think of how many ways she planned to render him helpless, when his rushing figure popped into her vision...in time for her to see him diving for her.

She didn't have time to move, and what seemed to be his head landed on her midsection. She tried to tighten her abs, and did to take some of the blow, but his momentum was enough to make her curl inwards against his landing and push back towards the ropes.