An Impossible Invasion! Chelsea Loski v. The Impossible [D...?]

[FreestylePoet]

Chelsea looked so dang cute when she was angry. But The Impossible didn't get the chance to tell her that. Whatever cheeky comment she had lined up next was quickly slapped right out of her mouth, courtesy of Chelsea's elbow! She choked on that insult -- and then choked on her own arm! "Gakh--!" The Impossible felt her throat start to shrink beneath Chelsea's pressure. Her free arm scrabbled and waved in a moment of panic. This wasn't good!

"C-Criminals...?" She choked out her objection, that smile of hers finally wearing down into a bit of a grimace. "You're right, but... Ya wound me, Chels...!" The Impossible slid her free arm beneath the one which Chelsea had captured, using the canvas for leverage in search of any breathing room she could find! Throughout the opening moments of their match, the thief had played Chelsea for the fool. But now, the Impossible found the tables turned, and the match's momentum squarely in her foe's favor!

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea was throwing her arm down with the elbow that she threatened to crush the thief's throat with her elbow, and this time Impossible couldn't do anything to avoid or stop her and it was the first sign for everyone that the thief was in trouble in this match. Chelsea might have loosened up earlier than she did, but the image of her smacking her ass after dodging made Chelsea push it down just a little bit more. Call her petty, she didn't really give a damn at this point, though now she would go back to being smart about things and would try to win as quickly as possible putting herself on top Chelsea would grab the head of the thief and keep it close wrapping around it with one arm while the other stayed on that throat, making sure Impossible stayed uncomfortable. She would pull her off the mat and into a seated position and slowly yank down on her head for a facelock.

"Well you wound people's wallets by the sound of it, and someone has to make you do the time." Chelsea said before she would try and run up behind her seated foe and sit down behind her, wrapping her legs around her waist while changing her grip from a front face lock to a rear lock and pulling Impossible's head back, keeping pressure on her head and neck from behind while adding some to her waist.

[FreestylePoet]

It was true, The Impossible did make a habit of helping folks' wallets get a little bit slimmer. Granted, most of those were big-wigs with fancy security systems and probably-stolen works of art. After all, regular people were so boring, and everyday B&E wouldn't cut it for her. But beneath the mask, she had neither the time nor the desire to explain her reasons for donning a skimpy leotard and burglarizing random targets. She just wanted to win this match!

Neither of them were on the official LAW roster, which put them on equal footing in one sense. But The Impossible had "starred" in countless viral videos! She was basically an urban legend! Chelsea was... Heck, she didn't even know what or who she was, other than a pretty nice piece of eye candy with an unfortunate stick up her patootie. Well, she was a surprisingly decent wrestler too, which made The Impossible briefly ask herself why Chelsea hadn't gotten a contract yet.

And then she shook her head. Letting her spacey mind wander wasn't gonna help her get out of this. Which she needed to do, if only to punish her for that awful prison pun! "Mmmlll!" While her face was upside down, she stuck out her tongue at Chelsea. She slowly started to wriggle and writhe within, hoping to loosen Chelsea's hold enough to be able to kick out of it!

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea was holding down the struggling thief while she tried to get out of Chelsea's grip, but Chelsea wasn't going to let the sneak go where she could try to make a fool out of her by avoiding her again. Even feeling her slipping out made Chelsea realize she needed to change something or things would go right back to square one for her. Trying to get her legs in the right position Chelsea would attempt to slide down and hook her legs around Impossible's figure so she could keep her with a body scissor even as the facelock started to give out.

"Sorry, I have a hard time letting things go, you might be stuck to me for good." Chelsea said with her attempt to secure the leglock, knowing that staying this close could be tough but letting Impossible get away was still not an option she wanted yet. She could still do so much to her right here, provided she could keep anything on her long enough to try.

[FreestylePoet]

Escape artistry was nothing to The Impossible. Handcuffs, zip ties, lassos, jail cells, and even a St. Andrew's Cross, once. None were a challenge for her, even if she'd really rather not talk about that last one. The difference between those spots and this one, however, was that cuffs and ties typically didn't fight back. The Impossible wasn't so lucky when it came to Chelsea Loski. The other pink-haired cutie in the ring tonight decidedly was resisting The Impossible's efforts to escape.

And that was making things way harder than they needed to be. Of course, she couldn't blame the gal, given that they were in a fight. That didn't mean the Impossible was gonna take this lying down!

She continued to wriggle back and forth, even as Chelsea locked her ankles and tightened her legs' iron grip. "Nnnghhh...!" The ref slid in to see if The Impossible wanted to submit, but the thief waved her off. It was far too early for this show to end! Her hands reached up and behind her, clasping at the fingers. Then, she attempted to drive both palms into Chelsea's chin! Her hope was to either push Chelsea away or make this position of hers quite uncomfortable! The wager here was now clear: Whether the thief could hold out long enough for her classic escape attempt to bear fruit!

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea had the thief in her grip trying to force an early submission but as expected from someone who tried to be slippery she didn't just stay down. The two struggled for control and she looked like she was winning, but soon Impossible pushed her hands at her and forced her chin up pulling her away and making it uncomfortable to keep her close without some discomfort.

Eventually Chelsea just decided to let the little thief get her escape act for now, she could catch her again later and keep her once she had a better one. Letting go and pulling away Chelsea stood up and turned to the crowd. "So she has few tricks but don't worry she won't be treating me like a bull now that she knows I'm a snake." Chelsea said before turning back to Impossible, if she could play to the crowd so could Chelsea.

[FreestylePoet]

The key to every great escape was knowing the lock. Sometimes, a thief just needed to explore before figuring out how best to free herself. The Impossible just hoped that Chelsea's hold wasn't like one of those mean ol' Chinese finger traps, which only got harder with each second of wriggling.

Thankfully, it wasn't looking until her wriggling bore fruit and Chelsea released her. The Impossible grinned cheekily as she scampered away, listening to Chelsea play the crowd. At least this wouldn't be boring.

"Aha, so you've finally found your role!" She applauded her opponent with a wink, faux politeness written all over her face. "Every gentlewoman thief needs a foil, after all. Chelsea Loski: The Balsamo to my Lupin, the Javert to my Valjean!"

The Impossible settled into an athletic stance. "Now that you've been properly introduced to the audience, though, I think you ought to take a bow!" With that, she took off! The thief came in quick and low before swinging into a picture-perfect leg sweep! Only this sweep flashed out just a tad slower than usual -- but this was by design. If she managed to actually trip Chelsea up, then that was all the better, but the easier route would be to jump or dodge. Therein laid The Impossible's conniving bait. Would Chelsea bite?

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea wasn't able to hold down the Impossible thief and once she was free she was back to the way she was before, acting like she had no reason to be worried and was now treating Chelsea like the rival hunter to every thief in history or fiction. Or at least that was how Chelsea heard it seeing the names mentioned which sounded like what she was getting at since she only recognized some of them. The dramatics of the thief was more Chelsea's style but she knew it was hard to take the spotlight alongside such a character.

"I guess you're a gentleman thief who gets caught. I'm a smart cat." Chelsea said before she moved in, surprised when Impossible took a bow. Chelsea watched her drop...before she tried to sweep at her legs. Chelsea quickly jumped but as her feet came up she noticed how slow she was going, she had already seen Impossible move fast so in the split second she was in the air she knew she had walked into a trap.

[FreestylePoet]

Misdirection was the key to a good performance. If your audience paid attention to the wrong thing, then that left all the important bits to be set up in plain sight. Such was the fate of one Chelsea Loski, thanks to a truth apparent to competitors from sports to eSports: Midair is the most vulnerable place one could be! Unless Chelsea was an actual superhero, gravity was in full control of her body -- in other words, she couldn't dodge!

And the Impossible took advantage of that, quickly standing up from her feigned sweep. All that was left was to let Chelsea fall right into her waiting arms. Once that happened, the thief caught her opponent back-to-belly, and she bent back with a whooped holler, slamming Chelsea into the canvas with a suplex!

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea was in a helpless spot with her falling into Impossible's trap, being smart enough to know she was heading for a trap and unable to avoid it. It was not a good spot for her head, to feel like she had been outplayed when Impossible simply scooped her from her own mistake and quickly started to pull her up and around for her next trick, and taking her for a ride by launching her up with a German. Just like her last ride in the air, Chelsea had no time to adjust, only prepare for what was coming and taking the fall as best she could.

"Oowwhh!" Chelsea groaned when her head hit the mat, making the rest of her fall over her head before she settled on her back. Chelsea would slightly turn to tend to her head but was still down while the thief continued to steal more and more of her spotlight, getting to play to the crowd while Chelsea stayed down.