Post by jbgarnerwrites on May 2, 2020 14:25:04 GMT
As the lights come to life at the entrance ramp of the arena, the FAWNatics in attendance break into frenetic cheers at the prospect of another thrilling match. Before the electricity fully dies down, the sound system crackles on as the ring announcer’s bombastic voice echoes out across the jam-packed room.
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard match scheduled for one fall!” At the announcer’s voice, the crowd dies down to a low roar, eager to see who will be squaring off in this contest. “Coming to the ring first, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico… at five foot four inches and one hundred and thirty-six pounds… ALEJANDRA ALICEA!”
“SOY YO” BY BOMBA ESTERO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxWxXncl53U
ALEJANDRA ALICEA:
The song’s bouncing beat gets the FAWNatics on their feet just before a peppy Latina plunges through the curtains and into the spotlight. Alejandra’s appearance sparks a fresh round of cheers and applause, and the Spitfire spreads her muscular arms out to the crowd. The bronzed, fit woman shakes out her silky black hair as she takes a moment to drink in the energy of the FAWNatics. At the same time, that allows the crowd to appreciate every inch of soft curves mixed with hard, chiseled muscle.
And the fans certainly do show off their appreciation with a round of cheers and applause. It no doubt helps that Alejandra’s ring gear shows off that body to devastating effect. A halter-type style sports top hugs her breasts with the motif of the Puerto Rican flag while highlighting her sculpted back and shoulders, high-cut blue Lycra shorts not only show off her washboard abs but powerful legs, and short wrestling boots, one red and one white, don’t obscure an inch of her rock-hard calves.
In reward for those cheers, Alejandra begins a brisque jog to the ring, moving with athletic grace as she claps hands with as many FAWNatics as she can before hitting ringside. With a swift hop, she ascends to the apron, then climbs up the ring post to the second turnbuckle. From that vantage, she gives the fans a quick flex to show off her physique before hopping over the top rope and into the ring.
As Alejandra’s music dies down, she settles into the nearest corner to let referee Craig Long perform the customary pre-match inspection of her ring gear. In the meantime, the bouncy, rhythmic opening chords of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” start up, causing the crowd to roar their approval.
STILL COUNTING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXhjp85UNJI
A few seconds into Michael Poulsen’s opening lines, the song is cut off with an intrusive static sound, as the images on the FAWNTron abruptly turns to a static snow. The lights go out, and the FAWNTron screen shuts off entirely, leaving the arena in darkness, and the fans wondering what was going on. Before long, the static pops back up on the screen briefly before a black background cuts in with a black anime-style cat with a pink ribbon. As the kitty comes into focus, a cacophony of frantic electronica blares over the pa system as A Perfect Circle’s “Hourglass” kicks in. When the guitars kick in, and Maynard James Keenan’s vocals start, a huge holographic hourglass materializes at the top of the entrance ramp, with a green frame and black and blue sand in the bottom.
Red light red, all the sentinels are down
The Tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary
Tick, tick, tick, do you recognize the sounds
As the grains count down, trickle down right in front of you?
When the bridge to the next verse starts, a feminine figure emerges from below the “sand”, twisting and gyrating in a serpentine fashion, like a go-go dancer inside this hourglass “cage”. But the lighting is such that her face is still obfuscated.
A little tickle, tickle, tickle, all your neck hairs prickle
As they barbecue the sentinels and eat them right in front of you
Hourglass smashed, a million little pieces
The countdown carry on; Five, four, three, two…
Aristocrat breaks down too
The woman strikes at the “glass” with her elbow as the cymbal crashes to punctuate the last word, causing the hologram to crumble with the audible sound of glass breaking. As the illusory sand pours out onto the stage, the woman steps out, and the lights come up, allowing the fans to finally see the face of this intriguing interloper.
As Alejandra watches the whole scene with a mix of annoyance and confused curiosity from the ring, leaning on the ropes, the mystery woman makes her way down the ramp. As she steps out from the shadows, we see that she is dressed in a black leather bomber jacket, fully zipped, with a tight pair of jeans with the right leg cut off, allowing for an enticing bit of cheek to show. She also wore a pair of black Doc Martens boots and a pair of mirrored goggles that hid her eyes from view. Her jet black hair was styled in asymmetric spikes, and she sported numerous piercings on her nose, lip, eyebrow, and both ears. As she reaches the ringside area, she looks up at the pint-sized Boricua powerhouse, she lets slip the faintest hint of a smile, as she mouths the final line of the song’s chorus.
No hope left in the hourglass
With that, she walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring carefully, so as not to trip and embarrass herself. Following Alejandra’s example, the mystery woman settles back into the corner opposite her and, after quickly licking her lips, stands there still as a statue as the referee checks her over.
When the ring announcer looks over to her, confused, she points at his cue cards, making a rotating motion, mouthing, “Next one.” He complies, filing the card meant for the announced opponent for Alejandra, Cassandra Beckett, to the back, and is startled to find a cue card that does, in fact, seem to describe the woman standing in that corner. Another look, followed by a nod of confirmation, prompts the announcer to resume introductions.
“And her opponent… From an undisclosed location. She stands five feet, three inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred eighteen pounds, this is… J!NXX!!!” The crowd applauds, more in appreciation of the dramatic entrance than anything else, as J!nxx then removes the goggles and unzips and whips the bomber jacket off, revealing a black vinyl bikini top underneath a black mesh shirt. The woman’s body was actually quite fit and had a fair bit of curves to it for a woman as petite as she was.
Alejandra has clearly run the course of emotions over the last moments. First, surprise at the sudden cut in the theme music that only grew into a bit of awe at the showmanship of the entrance, a hint of indecision as to what this new opponent might show, and even a hint of a smile at the final unveiling of her new foe. When the ref casts a questioning glance at the Latina, she simply nods her approval. While a bit disappointed not to be facing Cassandra, she has never backed down from a fight or challenge, and she isn’t going to start now.
“I don’t know you, gata,” Alicea says as the bell rings and she steps towards the center of the squared circle, “but I do appreciate showmanship. Hope you wrestle as good as you put on a show.” With that, she leans forward, stance wide and hands raised, an invitation for a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up.
The mystery woman’s lips tip up in a slight smile as she mimes Alejandra’s movement into the center of the ring, her steps graceful if a bit robotic. It’s almost as if she is copying the Latina powerhouse’s movements with a curious tilt to her head. For a moment, it looks as if J!nxx is going to lock up with Alejandra, to take that invitation, but just as she moves in to grapple, J!nxx swiftly ducks down and slips past. Though not slow by most measures herself, Alejandra is humbled as she winds up stumbling forward and grasping at air.
As if to add a little injury to the embarrassment, the lithe Japanese-American fighter adds a quick turn before Alejandra can readjust and catches the Puerto Rican with a shoving kick to her well-sculpted ass. The impact is just hard enough to send Alejandra stumbling, but her reflexes are fast enough to catch her before she falls, a hand touching the canvas before pushing herself back up again. She whirls, the prideful Spitfire a bit red-faced at the situation, only to be caught off-guard by her lightning-quick foe.
Moving with almost mechanical precision, J!nxx is right there as Alicea turns, looping an arm around her neck with a textbook headlock before immediately snapping the bigger woman over her hip with a takedown. Alejandra lets out a surprised grunt as she hits the ring, slapping the canvas to break her fall. It’s almost as if she is being played with, and that digs under her skin. Sitting up from the stinging impact, she doesn’t get to see what the now-excited FAWNatics see, namely J!nxx hitting the ropes behind the Latina.
Alejandra hears the rattle of the cables, but by the time she glances over her shoulder, still on her rear in the ring, J!nxx is rushing past the petite powerhouse. Alicea’s head snaps to track like a cat following a laser pointer, just in time for the Japanese-American wrestler to rebound off the far ropes and leap into a picture-perfect basement dropkick right into Alejandra’s face.
The blow sends Alejandra back down flat to the mat, but she retains the presence of mind to cover her aching face as she rolls onto her stomach. In a rush, she pushes herself back to her feet with the help of the ropes. Having regained her bearings, the red-faced Latina glares across the ring, only to find, to her shock, the petite Asian girl smiling back at her demurely, almost shyly, her hands clasped behind her back.
“You’re really cute when you’re mad,” she speaks her first words with an air of earnestness that further pushes Alejandra off-balance and off-guard. “Well, I mean… you’re gorgeous, to begin with, but… oh, I’m not so good at this!” With that, she pulls out a small button from her back pocket. Pressing it with her thumb, a holographic rose projects from the button as Alicea looks on, blinking with disbelief.
“Pretty flower for the pretty lady?” the techno-wizard offers, holding it out to her, “No hard feelings?”
The FAWNatics seem to be taken with the moment, and as Alejandra looks to the fans for their advice, they cheer their affirmative. The muscular Latina lets out a deep breath, mulls it over, and lets a little smile break through the frustration.
“What’s in the ring stays in the ring,” she says simply as she steps forward to take the proffered token. “You’re fast, gata, and you’ve got flair.” Alejandra’s smile broadens once it’s clear that J!nxx isn’t planning any heelish shenanigans as she gives up the holographic button. “I can appreciate that and more.”
The lithe Asian looks incredibly pleased when Alicea takes the token, blushing heavily as she takes a step back. “Thank you! That’s high praise.”
Alejandra admires the rose for a moment, though she never takes both eyes off her opponent… just in case. She then tucks it into the only safe place she can think, smiling just a hint more flirtatiously as she slips the button into her sports top. That gesture doesn’t escape J!nxx’s notice. She returns the smile, biting her lower lip just a hint.
Then Alejandra’s smile turns into a broad grin and she rolls her shoulders. “Now, ready to give these good people the match of their lives?”
That sends the FAWNatics into a fresh burst of cheers, ready to explode at the promise of some top-notch action. J!nxx herself seems to perk a bit herself at the embrace of the fans, almost as if she’d never experienced it before, and she nods eagerly at the prospect. Alejandra nods herself and begins to circle her opponent, and as before, J!nxx follows the Puerto Rican’s movements, copying them step for step in odd synchronicity. This time, the Spitfire isn’t as put off by the mime-like motions, and this time, when the two grapplers come together, Alejandra catches onto J!nxx’s sudden move to slip through her grip.
It’s when the two lock up at last that the more of the differences between them are highlighted. While J!nxx seems strong for her size, Alejandra outmuscles her considerably, and she immediately seems to take control of the lock-up. With inexorable power, the Latina womanhandles the Asian into the ropes, but when Alejandra shifts her grip to transition into an Irish Whip, J!nxx suddenly darts forward and… pecks a kiss on Alejandra’s nose.
That not only gets a loud series of whistles and catcalls from the show of affection, but it surprises the Latina for long enough that J!nxx slips out of her grasp and back into the center of the ring. Alejandra whirls to follow, red not only from renewed frustration but perhaps a little something else, and charges after the slippery techno-wizard. J!nxx practically pirouettes as she hits the center of the ring, spinning back around to see the powerhouse bearing down on her with a head of steam and an exquisitely chiseled arm reared back for a clothesline.
Her eyes widen, and cat-like reflexes take over as she drops down into an almost Matrix-style dodge. The air whistles as Alejandra’s crooked arm cuts through the space where her head was a split-second before, tickling her nose. The Latina doesn’t break stride, though, and turns into the opposite ring ropes at full steam. She rebounds back like a rocket, ready to steamroll over the black-clad hacker, but J!nxx lithely leapfrogs over the charging woman.
This time, Alejandra catches herself at the far ropes, hooking her arms over the top strands to arrest her momentum. Thoroughly frustrated, her good cheer is clearly failing as she calls out across the ring. “The kiss was cute, but it’s time to stand still and fight!”
“So you can toss me around like a rag doll?” J!nxx flashes a playful smile and a wink as she lounges against the opposite ring ropes. “No thanks! I save the fighting for ones I don’t like. You? I definitely like!”
Alejandra’s teeth grit as she pushes herself off the ropes, her flush growing on two fronts. “Well, wrestling is the point here, and if you’re not going to do this, you’re insulting me and the fans out there.”
“Oh! Why didn’t you put it that way?” J!nxx comes off the ropes herself and smiles sweetly. “Wrestling is fun. Fighting is serious. And I wanna have fun with you… a lot of fun.”
The sentiment is clearly intended to be playful, but for the Puerto Rican Spitfire, it’s grating. For her, wrestling is serious business. It’s been her dream and her life since she was small. She sucks in a deep breath, claps her hands together, and then drops into a wrestling stance.
“Okay, then, I’ll have to show just how serious wrestling is, gata.” She then holds out an outstretched hand, challenging the smaller girl to lock up with her.
J!nxx tilts her head curiously. In her (she thought to be) extensive research in preparation for becoming a wrestler, she hadn’t come across something like this. She was clearly hesitant, but she knew Alejandra’s patience with her was wearing thin. So, not wanting a person she was quite enamoured with to think that she was simply playing mind games, she tentatively took her hand into hers, sending a chill up her spine at the contact.
“Oof!” J!nxx grunted as she found herself thrown into Alicea’s rock-solid body with a confident smirk from the Latin powerhouse, the knucklelock complete. “N-now, see…” she began as she struggled to not be completely engulfed by Alejandra’s overwhelming strength, “I think there’s a little language barrier thing happening here. I know wrestling is serious business. I’m here to win, just like you are,” she explains in between grunts. “But this part of it? The close quarters, body-to-body contact? Sure, it’s tough, even hurts sometimes, but you can’t tell me this isn’t fun!” She punctuates her last word by pressing her body against Alejandra’s further. “Unless...I’m not having the same effect on you as you are on me?” She pouts at the troubling thought.
Alejandra smiles and meets that push with her own. “I would be lying if I said otherwise,” she grunted as she took command of the kuncklelock, and J!nxx found herself painfully bowed back, “and when this is over, we definitely need to talk… but for right now…” She abruptly applies all her muscle in one last push, yanking both of the unpredictable Asian’s arms down before pulling up on her wrists.
J!nxx lets out a squeal of pain at the pressure in her arms, fingers, and wrists, but she doesn’t have a chance to comment before Alejandra yanks her back close as she lets go of the knucklelock. Instead, though, she throws her arms around the smaller woman’s waist in a bone-jarring bearhug.
“Let’s get really, reallllly close, nena,” the Latina growls and lifts J!nxx up.
This was not the kind of closer that the hacker had in mind as Alicea’s arm muscles flare into relief as she squeezes. J!nxx’s ribs and back grind in ways that can not be good, and it takes all her willpower not to scream and lose what oxygen she had in her lungs. The only saving grace at the moment was that, in the scramble, J!nxx had managed to keep one arm free. Before the pain could become unbearable, she throws an elbow down at Alejandra’s head, but the more experienced Puerto Rican tucks her head in close… conveniently up against J!nxx’s chest… and takes the shot in her traps instead with a grunt.
“You’ve got fire!” Alejandra grunts out. “That’s what I like to see!”
Well, at least she sounded happy now, J!nxx muses painfully as she rears back for another elbow, but then the entire world abruptly shifts. The FAWNatics let out a delighted cheer as the Spitfire suddenly shifts her grip, a momentary relief for the lithe Asian as the pressure from the bearhug ceases, but then Alejandra scoops her up like a sack of grain into body slam position. Instead of just hurling her opponent to the canvas, though, she holds J!nxx up and begins to quite literally parade her around the ring.
It’s highly probable the Latina is copping a feel in the process.
“Not the best pick-up line, I admit,” Alejandra says with a grin, “but it works for me, eh?” Just as J!nxx is about to open her mouth to reply, though, the powerhouse suddenly snaps her unpredictable opponent hard to the canvas.
DELAYED SCOOP SLAM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptLTdXR8GA
J!nxx bounces hard off the unyielding canvas, a cry of pain escaping her lips as the air is blasted out of her lungs. Alejandra does frown just a hair at the cry, then takes a deep breath to push the mild concern out of her head. If J!nxx was going to cut into the ring like she did, Alejandra is going to treat her like any other opponent and bring one-hundred-and-ten percent.
The black-clad hacker is still gingerly feeling out her aching back when she feels strong fingers cup her chin and her left arm. Alejandra pulls the aching woman up to her unsteady feet, steadies her for just a moment, then stuffs her head under a strong right arm. After tossing J!nxx’s own right arm over her neck, Alicea gets a good handful of those jeans and powers the hacker up straight as an arrow into a vertical suplex… and then stalls it.
“Don’t think too badly of me,” she says between grunts of effort, low and surprisingly soft, “but I’m kind of showing off for you.” With the blood rushing into her head, J!nxx isn’t quite sure if she appreciates that or not, but Alejandra does her best to make a show of it by balancing her in position for long enough that the FAWNatics start counting out the seconds.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qONp6dwrwAc
Until finally, maybe mercifully, the petite powerhouse drops back violently, slamming the Asian fighter hard into the mat. Alejandra sits up, her chest heaving from the exertion, and takes a second to soak in the cheers of the crowd.
As for J!nxx, the constant assault on her back, the blood still swirling in her brain, it’s all taken its toll, so she takes the momentary reprieve to just breathe and try to recover. Geez! she manages to gather her thoughts, This wrestling stuff really is tougher than I thought! I hope this is worth it...I hope she’ll wanna make nice afterwards. She shakes her head, simultaneously trying to shake the cobwebs and the stray thoughts loose.
Alejandra wipes the sweat from her brow, then rolls over onto her hands and feet, her face hovering over J!nxx’s. “You really are beautiful.” She sighs, nods, then rises to her feet, womanhandling the lithe Japanese-American to her feet. Focusing past the woman’s looks and back to what needs to be done, Alejandra takes a hold of J!nxx’s arm and whips her hard into the nearest turnbuckle.
If she wasn’t so battered already, the agile hacker would have flipped out of the corner, springboarded off the ropes, but in her condition, she is lucky that she can just stay standing after another bone-rattling crash. Despite the pain, when Alicea’s battle cry hits her ears, J!nxx’s eyes snap open to see the Puerto Rican beauty charging right at her, shoulder forward and low ready to impale her in the chest.
That’s when J!nxx’s reflexes and survival instinct kick into overdrive. Just before Alejandra crashes home, J!nxx abruptly leaps off the mat, pulling herself up by the top ring ropes at the same time. The move takes her up and over the charging powerhouse, who not only misses her target cleanly but flings herself inadvertently clear through the gaps in the turnbuckle. The meaty sound of flesh on steel rings out across the arena as the fans let out a collective wince from the impact, quieting things just enough for Alejandra’s cry of pain to be heard. She slumps and hangs in the turnbuckle, her shoulder exploding in pain.
“Whoa!” J!nxx blurts out as she gets her bearings, “That was close!” She then looks about her, “Hey, where’d she go? Oh, no!” She finds the answer to her own question as she turns around to find Alejandra slumped in between the top and middle turnbuckles, hugging the ring post. She hurries over to Alicea’s side, gingerly helping her back into the ring. “Are you alright?!” she asks as she lays her down gently onto the mat. Alejandra’s only response is to grimace and groan and clutch her shoulder. After a few more moments of the hacker fawning over her opponent, she finally remembers that she is her opponent. “OH!” she squeaks, as it finally dawns on her and she lays her own body across Alejandra’s.
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra kicks out after a solid two count. “Dang!” J!nxx shouts with a snap of her fingers. “Well, can’t blame a girl for trying. Now, let’s see… what to do now…?” she muses aloud as she plans her next move. She sighs as she sees the obvious in front of her. “I’m really, really sorry for this, Alejandra… but like I said, I wanna win!”
Preemptive apology out of the way, J!nxx then rolls the Latina powerhouse onto her stomach. Taking up position beside her hurt wing, she then takes Alicea’s arm under her right arm, and presses against it in the opposite direction with her left, applying a torturous Fujiwara armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR: youtu.be/zX8YyAccU4k?t=60
The move would have been liquid agony normally, but with Alejandra’s shoulder having kissed steel hard, it takes all of the Spitfire’s pride to not immediately scream bloody murder. Still, her beautiful face screws up in pain, sweat beading on her brow as J!nxx applied very precise pressure. While the hacker might have seemed almost lost at points in the ring, when it comes to something technical like this, she moves with pinpoint precision.
While Alejandra was too proud to scream, the ref knows the damage this hold can do and is right there, on his hands and knees next to the grappling pair. “Alicea, do you submit?”
“Please submit?” J!nxx ventures tentatively through teeth clenched in effort as she pulls on Alejandra’s damaged arm. “I don’t want to actually injure you or--”
“N-n-no!” the Latina howls, interrupting the hacker before she pushes up and forward with her free arm. That sudden jolt of movement does make Alejandra scream as it overextends her shoulder more, but with how close the pair still is to the corner, the mighty push gets Alejandra scarily close to the ropes. The sudden burst of motion also seems to throw J!nxx’s grip off slightly, not enough to win Alejandra’s freedom, but there was a brief lessening in pressure she takes advantage of.
Alicea stretches her free arm towards the ropes, jaw clenched to bite back the pain. Her fingers drift within a half-inch of the ropes. So close, and yet so far… then J!nxx steels herself and yanks back with renewed pressure. The fit Puerto Rican only manages to stifle an agonized cry by biting her own lip hard enough to draw blood. Her free hand clenches into a fist and slams it into the mat.
“Alejandra,” the ref ventures, “do you--”
She shakes her head furiously, sending her long tresses flying everywhere before, with grim determination, she flings her free arm forward, clutching the canvas with clawed fingers. Somehow, someway, the powerhouse manages to muscle her way forward just one more inch and slaps her open palm on the ropes. Alicea clutches it like a life preserver, and the ref dutifully moves to J!nxx.
“Break the hold!” he commands before getting ready to count.
J!nxx blinks and looks up at him curiously. “Huh?” Her gaze then falls to Alejandra’s hand holding the bottom rope. After a couple of beats, realization falls upon her, “OH!” and with that, she lets go of the armbar and scrambles to her feet. As Alejandra pushes back into the ropes with one arm so that she can tend to her injured wing in safety, the Asian hacker looks at the referee. “Sorry,” she says contritely, “this is the first time I’ve actually been in a ring. You guys have a lot of rules to keep straight, you know that?”
The referee gives the petite Asian a look that nonverbally says, “Seriously?”
J!nxx shrugs then notices Alejandra slowly crawling to the corner, hoping to use the turnbuckles to assist her to her feet. “Oh, no you don’t!” She then breaks into a dash towards the Boricua powerhouse. Using her as a stepladder, J!nxx then leaps from mat, to back, to top rope. Not giving Alejandra time to figure out what’s going on, J!nxx launches herself at her friendly rival, tucking her legs into her chest and crashing into Alicea’s back with all her weight in a picture-perfect cannonball senton!
CANNONBALL SENTON: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOlZ3HQN2l8
Alejandra lets out a bellowing gasp as she finds herself crushed between this cute little imp and the hard mat, forcing the air from her lungs as J!nxx’s crash landing splays her out, spread-eagled on the mat. Quickly rolling away from the impact zone, the hacker rolls Alicea onto her back, and even hooks the near leg, for a quick pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NOOOOO!!!
Alejandra manages to shoot her right arm free at a solid two-and-a-half count. Thinking quickly, J!nxx realizes that Alejandra just offered up her injured arm, and she doesn’t pass this gift up. Grabbing her right arm by the wrist, J!nxx shifts position, throwing her legs across Alejandra’s prodigious chest for leverage. She then pulls hard on the already hurt arm across her own torso, applying a cross-armbreaker!
CROSS-ARMBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA
Alicea lets out a howl of agony as her right arm is yanked back into position. With all the damage it’s taken, it is a testament to her willpower that the prideful Latina doesn’t tap out immediately. Through eyes squinted in pain and stinging with sweat, Alejandra tries to focus through the torture, find a way out, and just as J!nxx starts to really crank on the armbreaker to an unbearable degree, Alejandra finds salvation in the nearby corner ropes.
The Asian techno-beauty looks absolutely astonished when the referee once again taps on her shoulder and calls out, “Break the hold, lady. She’s in the ropes!”
Sure enough, when J!nxx glances over, Alejandra has her foot draped over the bottom rope. The hacker chides herself almost as quickly as she lets go of the hold. She’d watched enough tapes, she’d seen this happen, but in the chaos of the moment…
This wrestling stuff really is complicated, J!nxx tells herself as the Spitfire clutches her wounded wing protectively against her, but it’s just like any other system. I can hack it!
The beautiful Asian smiles to herself as she rolls to her feet. Alicea is still a languishing, if gorgeous, mess on the canvas, so it shouldn’t take much for the hacker to pick up the win. With that in mind, she moves to press the offense, taking hold of Alejandra’s chin and injured arm to try to pull her up to a vertical base.
“Look,” J!nxx thinks aloud, grunting with effort as she gets the bigger woman uneasily to her feet, “I’m sorry if this hurts a lot, but you said yourself this was serious, and besides, you’d think less of me if I didn’t go all out, right?” And with that, she starts to pull on Alejandra’s bad right arm to an attempt to throw the powerhouse into an Irish Whip.
But the Latina doesn’t move, much to J!nxx’s disbelief. In the brief moment of talking, Alejandra lowered her base and spread her stance. Now, muscles tensed and rigid, the fire of determination in her eyes, she is an immovable object, even though each of J!nxx’s tugs sends new shocks of pain through her shoulder.
“Yeah, gata,” Alicea growls in reply to the question. “And I’m gonna do the same.” With that, she grits her teeth, twists her trapped arm just enough to grab J!nxx’s wrist, and gives one powerful tug. The hacker stumbles forward, right into a tremendous short-arm clothesline. J!nxx cries out as the impact flattens her to the mat. Alejandra almost falls back to one knee herself from the extra strain she just put on her injured arm but shakes her head defiantly as she staggers, sending her long tresses flying as she forces herself to stay standing.
That extra moment of recovery gives J!nxx time to get to the nearby ropes and use them to get to her knees, a hand massaging her chest and throat from the impact, but that’s all the time Alejandra allows her. Filled with fire and the cheers of the crowd, the Caribbean Crush whirls back on the hacker, pulls her the rest of the way up, and hurls J!nxx towards the far ropes with an Irish whip of her own, despite the techno-hottie’s desperate attempt to stop the ride by holding onto the ropes.
Bouncing off the far strands, J!nxx rebounds off them and Alejandra is there to greet her on the return trip with waiting arms. With almost effortless power, she scoops up the smaller Japanese-American girl, spins her, and then plants her hard across an outstretched knee with her signature tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. J!nxx shudders when the small of her back hits that sharp point, and what was an initial sharp cry turns into a wail of pain as Alejandra then presses down on both the hacker’s chin and hips with both hands.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER STRETCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJRbStNzHcA
However, it’s clear that, despite the fire flowing through her veins, that the Puerto Rican strongwoman can’t keep this hold for long. Each new power move only increases the strain on her injured right arm, and sweat pours down her face as she tries to keep her focus. Despite the torture she applies to J!nxx, Alejandra simply can’t apply enough pressure on the hold as it is, and so, with a huge, sucking breath, she shoves the smaller girl off her knee and tries to collect herself. The Asian beauty flops over on the canvas, clearly feeling out her agonizing back with one hand as she stays on her stomach.
Panting, Alejandra comes to a realization. My arm can’t hold out for much longer, so maybe… one more big move. If I can keep it together for that, I can put her down. With that in mind, the powerful Latina pushes herself up to standing and steps over to the still-prone J!nxx. Pulling her up by the nape of her neck, she takes a moment to steal a glance at the dazed Asian, admiring her beauty once more. That moment doesn’t last long, however, as she then thrusts the hacker’s head in between her muscular thighs, giving the fans not only a single raised finger pointing to the sky as a signal of what’s to come, but also a good look at J!nxx’s half-exposed cheeks.
“Sorry, sweetie,” Alejandra says with a flirty smirk. “While I could enjoy this view all day long, I’ve got a match to win… but maybe later, eh?” The smirk turns into a genuine smile, despite the devastation she intends to inflict. “And I do hope there is a later.”
With that apology-and-flirting-in-one out of the way, Alejandra wraps her arms around the computer cutie’s waist and flips her up to her shoulders, preparing to send her crashing to the mat with a ground-shaking powerbomb! Her injured arm, however, had other ideas. Giving out at the worst possible time, she yells out in pain, unable to maintain her hold on her prey as she reaches the apex.
J!nxx, likewise, lets out a surprised yelp as she finds herself slipping out of Alicea’s grip, though her agility allows her to land on her feet, albeit a little stunned upon landfall. She recovers quickly, though, showing remarkably fast reflexes, only skipping a beat before seizing on the opportunity the bent-over Boricua has given her. She flops to the mat while simultaneously throwing up a stiff knee that catches Alejandra flush in the temple, rocking her and having her seeing stars. J!nxx then kips up and explodes from her heels with a clothesline that actually turns Alejandra inside out!
“Alright, chica,” J!nxx crouches in the corner, stalking her prey, “I’ve been watching videos of you for weeks, much to my delight - you really are a work of art, in every way - and now it’s time to show you what I’ve learned.” As Alejandra struggles to her feet, it barely registers to her that she hears J!nxx saying, “Initiating Emulation Engine.”
“Wh-what?” the dazed Latina wonders aloud before she is grabbed from behind in a modified back suplex hold. However, when J!nxx lifts the bigger girl up over her head, she spins her ninety degrees and lets her go as she herself again drops to the mat, knees up, letting Alicea fall back-first onto those knees, in an approximation of the Caribbean Crush’s own Starstorm finisher!
EMULATION ENGINE: STARSTORM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVM8JsvoqtU
Alejandra flops to the mat, screaming in pain and clutching her back, while J!nxx scrambles over to her victim to, presumably, make the pin. However, she pauses as she looms over Alejandra’s prone body, licking her lips sensually. She then slides her body across hers, taking Alicea’s hands by the wrist and pinning them down over her head, performing an undeniably sexy full-body pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
Alejandra manages to push onto her side at 2.8, much to J!nxx’s surprise. Had she gone for a more traditional pin, she might’ve put the Puerto Rican powerhouse away, but alas, her show of sensuality was for naught.
“Darn!” she fusses aloud as she searches her head for what to do next. Nodding to herself, she scrambles to her feet and scampers to the top rope nearby. After rising on her perch, she launches herself at the beautiful Boricua, much like the stage dives she’s done at many a rave in her past life. Only this time, she sticks her arm out as she flies, driving her elbow into the center of Alejandra’s chest, a move she calls the Back Door.
BACK DOOR: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2rpdhqrmz4
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOOO!!!
Amazingly, Alejandra kicks out a shade faster than she did following the lumbar check. J!nxx looks down at her in disbelief. “What’s it gonna take to get you to stay down, huh?” She asks though she doesn’t expect an answer as she hauls Alicea up to her feet.
“More…” Alejandra answers with ragged breaths as she is pushed back into the ropes by her playful rival, “...than you...can dish out, gata.”
J!nxx frowns at this, feeling just a little insulted. Nevertheless, she bears down and launches Alejandra across the ring. On the rebound, she looks to take the bigger girl’s head off with a clothesline but is surprised to find nothing but air, as her target manages to duck the blow. Another rebound and this time, the Japanese-American’s blow finds its target, nailing Alejandra square across the chest. Unfortunately for her, she also caught a clothesline herself, Alicea lashing out with a wicked haymaker of a lariat that sends J!nxx tumbling to the mat head over heels.
Both women lie there, J!nxx on her stomach, Alejandra on her back, barely moving as the ref moves in to check on them. When both of them are less than responsive, he begins the ten-count as the crowd goes wild, cheers calling for both women to get back on their feet to finish the match.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
That’s the magic number that seems to get both women stirring. Alejandra manages to roll onto her side, chest heaving as she tries to recover, and J!nxx grimly pushes up onto her elbows, but when she tries to get to her knees, the hacker collapses in pain.
FOUR!
Alicea gets the rest of the way onto her stomach at that, and almost as if she had done so a hundred times in training, manages a neat one-armed push-up to get to her knees. Not far from her, J!nxx shakes her head against the mat, but instead that being some sign of defeat, it looks like she uses it to signal that she’s digging down deeper, pulling herself toward the ring ropes.
FIVE!
The ref’s count ends before he gets to six when Alejandra, moving purely through guts and prideful stubbornness, rises onto wobbly legs. Her injured right arm is clutched to her stomach as she tries to reorient herself, pushing the long locks clinging to her sweat-stained brow out of her eyes. That gives J!nxx just enough time to get to the ropes, and she starts to pull herself up, wincing with every movement.
As the Latina strongwoman turns to see the hacker still struggling to her feet, she doesn’t pounce on her off-balance foe. Instead, she leans forward, resting her hands on her knees, and waits for her to rise, her heaving breaths starting to even out slowly.
“I’m not being condescending when I say this,” Alejandra gets out between deep breaths, “but I’m proud of you, gata.” A pained smile plays across her lips as J!nxx gets the rest of the way to her feet, sagging on the ropes. “You’ve got guts in spades to go with your good looks, so I want to finish this right and proper. With both of us on our feet.”
“T-thanks,” J!nxx mutters through gritted teeth. “Like two beautiful women in a ring should, beating the crap out of each other?” She giggles at her own joke, and Alejandra snickers herself as she pushes up to her full height.
“Exactly, nena” The Spitfire gestures at the computer cutie to come at her. “Let’s go!”
J!nxx licks her lips and nods as she pushes herself off the ropes, looking to surprise the slower woman with a sudden burst of speed. As her arm hooks around for another sudden clothesline, the hacker’s eyes widen as the Latina ducks, superior experience making up for raw reflexes. A split second later, J!nxx feels Alejandra’s muscular arms loop around her lithe waist and cup her ass, then the lights of the arena zoom uncomfortably closer as the powerhouse lifts her in the air.
“Yours was good, darling,” Alejandra growls as she stalls the impending crash for just a moment, “but nothing beats the original!”
With that, the Caribbean Crush twists J!nxx in mid-throw before bringing her right back down. As Alejandra does so, she falls to her back, knees up to execute an explosive Starstorm of her own!
STARSTORM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsZYMwrJKeM
J!nxx lets out a scream of agony as her back cracks across Alejandra’s knees before she bounces off, hitting the canvas hard on her stomach. Alejandra herself is spent for a moment, sucking in deep breaths as she tries to ignore just how much her right arm is hurting after that move. Still, this is her one chance before her arm gives out again, so the Puerto Rican rolls over and crawls over to the still-flattened Asian girl, slowly pushing her over onto her back before falling over the smaller woman with a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref hops spryly to his feet and calls for the bell, and as it rings out across the arena, the speakers spark to life.
“Your winner, by pinfall… ALEJANDRA ALICEA!”
With the bell and the explosion of cheers, Alejandra manages to push herself up onto one hand and both knees. When the ref offers to take her hand, she smiles through the pain as he helps her onto her haunches and raises her hand in victory. Below her, J!nxx’s face is still scrunched up in pain, but she begins to stir, a tinge of disappointment in her eyes at the loss…
But then she finds herself gently but swiftly pulled up to her feet by the Puerto Rican powerhouse. With how battered both women are, they have to steady against each other for a moment, but that only serves to increase the closeness of the moment.
“You did really good, gata,” Alejandra breaths out huskily. “It’s not easy for anyone to push me to my limit… in more ways than one.” She smiles tiredly as she puts her good arm around the smaller girl. “You sure this is your first time in a ring?”
“First time in a ring, yes,” J!nxx gets out through the blush dusting her cheeks despite the throbbing ache in her back, “not the first time in a fight, though.” God, she’s really not good at this, and despite her disappointment at losing the match, her mind drifts to what Alejandra said earlier, but before she can try to get a pithy bit of flirting out, the Latina beauty surprises her once again. She slips her arm off J!nxx’s shoulder, gently grabs her wrist, and then raises it up to the explosive cheers of the FAWNatics on deck. It’s an amazing display of sportsmanship not often seen in this house, and it seems to have a real impact on the crowd.
“Hey… Did you mean it… when you said you hope there's gonna be a "later" for us?” the computer cutie gasps out through her surprise, her eyes wide as she takes in both the cheering crowd and the gorgeous woman in front of her.
Alejandra smiles coyly as she gingerly pats her chest with her injured arm, where the holographic rose button is still tucked away, without letting go of J!nxx’s other hand. “When a pretty lady gives me a rose, well, I take that as a promise of something more, eh?” She arches an eyebrow as the smile curves into a smirk. “And when it comes to that kind of thing, gata, I always mean it.”
Those words make the hacker’s eyes go wide. It’s almost as if she can’t quite believe that she didn’t get lied to, and then the next moment, J!nxx springs forward, throws her arms around Alejandra’s neck, and plants a big, wet kiss right on a slightly surprised Latina’s lips. Not that Alejandra is too shocked to reciprocate, in fact, she puts her good arm around J!nxx’s shoulders to pull her closer.
That definitely gets the FAWN faithful on the feet with cheers, whistles, and a few catcalls to boot! Not that either women notices, enthralled as they are with each other. So much so, in fact, that it takes a tap on Alejandra’s shoulder to get their attention.
“Uh, guys?” the zebra interjects awkwardly, “I, uh… I hate to break this up, but…” he then taps the earpiece he’s wearing, “Miss Christian would like to have a word with you, Miss Jinx.”
The Asian hacker gets a sour look on her face at having her romantic interlude interrupted, before realizing that she’s got some explaining to do. “Ahhh… yeaaaaahhhh…” She turns back to Alejandra. “I’ll catch up with you after this?”
There’s a hint of concern in the Latina’s mind at the ref’s words. In Alejandra’s experience, when the commissioner of a wrestling league wants you, it’s rarely for a good reason, but she plays it off with a soft smile for J!nxx’s benefit. “I’ll be waiting. Now, you better go before Miss Christian gets angry.”
J!nxx nods and kisses her hopeful love interest on the cheek. “I’m in locker room A6. You’re welcome to wait for me there.” She winks at her, letting her implications go unsaid as she turns back to the referee. With a polite nod, she walks past him and out of the ring, a bounce to her step that belies the torture she just put herself through.
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard match scheduled for one fall!” At the announcer’s voice, the crowd dies down to a low roar, eager to see who will be squaring off in this contest. “Coming to the ring first, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico… at five foot four inches and one hundred and thirty-six pounds… ALEJANDRA ALICEA!”
“SOY YO” BY BOMBA ESTERO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxWxXncl53U
ALEJANDRA ALICEA:
The song’s bouncing beat gets the FAWNatics on their feet just before a peppy Latina plunges through the curtains and into the spotlight. Alejandra’s appearance sparks a fresh round of cheers and applause, and the Spitfire spreads her muscular arms out to the crowd. The bronzed, fit woman shakes out her silky black hair as she takes a moment to drink in the energy of the FAWNatics. At the same time, that allows the crowd to appreciate every inch of soft curves mixed with hard, chiseled muscle.
And the fans certainly do show off their appreciation with a round of cheers and applause. It no doubt helps that Alejandra’s ring gear shows off that body to devastating effect. A halter-type style sports top hugs her breasts with the motif of the Puerto Rican flag while highlighting her sculpted back and shoulders, high-cut blue Lycra shorts not only show off her washboard abs but powerful legs, and short wrestling boots, one red and one white, don’t obscure an inch of her rock-hard calves.
In reward for those cheers, Alejandra begins a brisque jog to the ring, moving with athletic grace as she claps hands with as many FAWNatics as she can before hitting ringside. With a swift hop, she ascends to the apron, then climbs up the ring post to the second turnbuckle. From that vantage, she gives the fans a quick flex to show off her physique before hopping over the top rope and into the ring.
As Alejandra’s music dies down, she settles into the nearest corner to let referee Craig Long perform the customary pre-match inspection of her ring gear. In the meantime, the bouncy, rhythmic opening chords of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” start up, causing the crowd to roar their approval.
STILL COUNTING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXhjp85UNJI
A few seconds into Michael Poulsen’s opening lines, the song is cut off with an intrusive static sound, as the images on the FAWNTron abruptly turns to a static snow. The lights go out, and the FAWNTron screen shuts off entirely, leaving the arena in darkness, and the fans wondering what was going on. Before long, the static pops back up on the screen briefly before a black background cuts in with a black anime-style cat with a pink ribbon. As the kitty comes into focus, a cacophony of frantic electronica blares over the pa system as A Perfect Circle’s “Hourglass” kicks in. When the guitars kick in, and Maynard James Keenan’s vocals start, a huge holographic hourglass materializes at the top of the entrance ramp, with a green frame and black and blue sand in the bottom.
Red light red, all the sentinels are down
The Tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary
Tick, tick, tick, do you recognize the sounds
As the grains count down, trickle down right in front of you?
When the bridge to the next verse starts, a feminine figure emerges from below the “sand”, twisting and gyrating in a serpentine fashion, like a go-go dancer inside this hourglass “cage”. But the lighting is such that her face is still obfuscated.
A little tickle, tickle, tickle, all your neck hairs prickle
As they barbecue the sentinels and eat them right in front of you
Hourglass smashed, a million little pieces
The countdown carry on; Five, four, three, two…
Aristocrat breaks down too
The woman strikes at the “glass” with her elbow as the cymbal crashes to punctuate the last word, causing the hologram to crumble with the audible sound of glass breaking. As the illusory sand pours out onto the stage, the woman steps out, and the lights come up, allowing the fans to finally see the face of this intriguing interloper.
As Alejandra watches the whole scene with a mix of annoyance and confused curiosity from the ring, leaning on the ropes, the mystery woman makes her way down the ramp. As she steps out from the shadows, we see that she is dressed in a black leather bomber jacket, fully zipped, with a tight pair of jeans with the right leg cut off, allowing for an enticing bit of cheek to show. She also wore a pair of black Doc Martens boots and a pair of mirrored goggles that hid her eyes from view. Her jet black hair was styled in asymmetric spikes, and she sported numerous piercings on her nose, lip, eyebrow, and both ears. As she reaches the ringside area, she looks up at the pint-sized Boricua powerhouse, she lets slip the faintest hint of a smile, as she mouths the final line of the song’s chorus.
No hope left in the hourglass
With that, she walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring carefully, so as not to trip and embarrass herself. Following Alejandra’s example, the mystery woman settles back into the corner opposite her and, after quickly licking her lips, stands there still as a statue as the referee checks her over.
When the ring announcer looks over to her, confused, she points at his cue cards, making a rotating motion, mouthing, “Next one.” He complies, filing the card meant for the announced opponent for Alejandra, Cassandra Beckett, to the back, and is startled to find a cue card that does, in fact, seem to describe the woman standing in that corner. Another look, followed by a nod of confirmation, prompts the announcer to resume introductions.
“And her opponent… From an undisclosed location. She stands five feet, three inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred eighteen pounds, this is… J!NXX!!!” The crowd applauds, more in appreciation of the dramatic entrance than anything else, as J!nxx then removes the goggles and unzips and whips the bomber jacket off, revealing a black vinyl bikini top underneath a black mesh shirt. The woman’s body was actually quite fit and had a fair bit of curves to it for a woman as petite as she was.
Alejandra has clearly run the course of emotions over the last moments. First, surprise at the sudden cut in the theme music that only grew into a bit of awe at the showmanship of the entrance, a hint of indecision as to what this new opponent might show, and even a hint of a smile at the final unveiling of her new foe. When the ref casts a questioning glance at the Latina, she simply nods her approval. While a bit disappointed not to be facing Cassandra, she has never backed down from a fight or challenge, and she isn’t going to start now.
“I don’t know you, gata,” Alicea says as the bell rings and she steps towards the center of the squared circle, “but I do appreciate showmanship. Hope you wrestle as good as you put on a show.” With that, she leans forward, stance wide and hands raised, an invitation for a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up.
The mystery woman’s lips tip up in a slight smile as she mimes Alejandra’s movement into the center of the ring, her steps graceful if a bit robotic. It’s almost as if she is copying the Latina powerhouse’s movements with a curious tilt to her head. For a moment, it looks as if J!nxx is going to lock up with Alejandra, to take that invitation, but just as she moves in to grapple, J!nxx swiftly ducks down and slips past. Though not slow by most measures herself, Alejandra is humbled as she winds up stumbling forward and grasping at air.
As if to add a little injury to the embarrassment, the lithe Japanese-American fighter adds a quick turn before Alejandra can readjust and catches the Puerto Rican with a shoving kick to her well-sculpted ass. The impact is just hard enough to send Alejandra stumbling, but her reflexes are fast enough to catch her before she falls, a hand touching the canvas before pushing herself back up again. She whirls, the prideful Spitfire a bit red-faced at the situation, only to be caught off-guard by her lightning-quick foe.
Moving with almost mechanical precision, J!nxx is right there as Alicea turns, looping an arm around her neck with a textbook headlock before immediately snapping the bigger woman over her hip with a takedown. Alejandra lets out a surprised grunt as she hits the ring, slapping the canvas to break her fall. It’s almost as if she is being played with, and that digs under her skin. Sitting up from the stinging impact, she doesn’t get to see what the now-excited FAWNatics see, namely J!nxx hitting the ropes behind the Latina.
Alejandra hears the rattle of the cables, but by the time she glances over her shoulder, still on her rear in the ring, J!nxx is rushing past the petite powerhouse. Alicea’s head snaps to track like a cat following a laser pointer, just in time for the Japanese-American wrestler to rebound off the far ropes and leap into a picture-perfect basement dropkick right into Alejandra’s face.
The blow sends Alejandra back down flat to the mat, but she retains the presence of mind to cover her aching face as she rolls onto her stomach. In a rush, she pushes herself back to her feet with the help of the ropes. Having regained her bearings, the red-faced Latina glares across the ring, only to find, to her shock, the petite Asian girl smiling back at her demurely, almost shyly, her hands clasped behind her back.
“You’re really cute when you’re mad,” she speaks her first words with an air of earnestness that further pushes Alejandra off-balance and off-guard. “Well, I mean… you’re gorgeous, to begin with, but… oh, I’m not so good at this!” With that, she pulls out a small button from her back pocket. Pressing it with her thumb, a holographic rose projects from the button as Alicea looks on, blinking with disbelief.
“Pretty flower for the pretty lady?” the techno-wizard offers, holding it out to her, “No hard feelings?”
The FAWNatics seem to be taken with the moment, and as Alejandra looks to the fans for their advice, they cheer their affirmative. The muscular Latina lets out a deep breath, mulls it over, and lets a little smile break through the frustration.
“What’s in the ring stays in the ring,” she says simply as she steps forward to take the proffered token. “You’re fast, gata, and you’ve got flair.” Alejandra’s smile broadens once it’s clear that J!nxx isn’t planning any heelish shenanigans as she gives up the holographic button. “I can appreciate that and more.”
The lithe Asian looks incredibly pleased when Alicea takes the token, blushing heavily as she takes a step back. “Thank you! That’s high praise.”
Alejandra admires the rose for a moment, though she never takes both eyes off her opponent… just in case. She then tucks it into the only safe place she can think, smiling just a hint more flirtatiously as she slips the button into her sports top. That gesture doesn’t escape J!nxx’s notice. She returns the smile, biting her lower lip just a hint.
Then Alejandra’s smile turns into a broad grin and she rolls her shoulders. “Now, ready to give these good people the match of their lives?”
That sends the FAWNatics into a fresh burst of cheers, ready to explode at the promise of some top-notch action. J!nxx herself seems to perk a bit herself at the embrace of the fans, almost as if she’d never experienced it before, and she nods eagerly at the prospect. Alejandra nods herself and begins to circle her opponent, and as before, J!nxx follows the Puerto Rican’s movements, copying them step for step in odd synchronicity. This time, the Spitfire isn’t as put off by the mime-like motions, and this time, when the two grapplers come together, Alejandra catches onto J!nxx’s sudden move to slip through her grip.
It’s when the two lock up at last that the more of the differences between them are highlighted. While J!nxx seems strong for her size, Alejandra outmuscles her considerably, and she immediately seems to take control of the lock-up. With inexorable power, the Latina womanhandles the Asian into the ropes, but when Alejandra shifts her grip to transition into an Irish Whip, J!nxx suddenly darts forward and… pecks a kiss on Alejandra’s nose.
That not only gets a loud series of whistles and catcalls from the show of affection, but it surprises the Latina for long enough that J!nxx slips out of her grasp and back into the center of the ring. Alejandra whirls to follow, red not only from renewed frustration but perhaps a little something else, and charges after the slippery techno-wizard. J!nxx practically pirouettes as she hits the center of the ring, spinning back around to see the powerhouse bearing down on her with a head of steam and an exquisitely chiseled arm reared back for a clothesline.
Her eyes widen, and cat-like reflexes take over as she drops down into an almost Matrix-style dodge. The air whistles as Alejandra’s crooked arm cuts through the space where her head was a split-second before, tickling her nose. The Latina doesn’t break stride, though, and turns into the opposite ring ropes at full steam. She rebounds back like a rocket, ready to steamroll over the black-clad hacker, but J!nxx lithely leapfrogs over the charging woman.
This time, Alejandra catches herself at the far ropes, hooking her arms over the top strands to arrest her momentum. Thoroughly frustrated, her good cheer is clearly failing as she calls out across the ring. “The kiss was cute, but it’s time to stand still and fight!”
“So you can toss me around like a rag doll?” J!nxx flashes a playful smile and a wink as she lounges against the opposite ring ropes. “No thanks! I save the fighting for ones I don’t like. You? I definitely like!”
Alejandra’s teeth grit as she pushes herself off the ropes, her flush growing on two fronts. “Well, wrestling is the point here, and if you’re not going to do this, you’re insulting me and the fans out there.”
“Oh! Why didn’t you put it that way?” J!nxx comes off the ropes herself and smiles sweetly. “Wrestling is fun. Fighting is serious. And I wanna have fun with you… a lot of fun.”
The sentiment is clearly intended to be playful, but for the Puerto Rican Spitfire, it’s grating. For her, wrestling is serious business. It’s been her dream and her life since she was small. She sucks in a deep breath, claps her hands together, and then drops into a wrestling stance.
“Okay, then, I’ll have to show just how serious wrestling is, gata.” She then holds out an outstretched hand, challenging the smaller girl to lock up with her.
J!nxx tilts her head curiously. In her (she thought to be) extensive research in preparation for becoming a wrestler, she hadn’t come across something like this. She was clearly hesitant, but she knew Alejandra’s patience with her was wearing thin. So, not wanting a person she was quite enamoured with to think that she was simply playing mind games, she tentatively took her hand into hers, sending a chill up her spine at the contact.
“Oof!” J!nxx grunted as she found herself thrown into Alicea’s rock-solid body with a confident smirk from the Latin powerhouse, the knucklelock complete. “N-now, see…” she began as she struggled to not be completely engulfed by Alejandra’s overwhelming strength, “I think there’s a little language barrier thing happening here. I know wrestling is serious business. I’m here to win, just like you are,” she explains in between grunts. “But this part of it? The close quarters, body-to-body contact? Sure, it’s tough, even hurts sometimes, but you can’t tell me this isn’t fun!” She punctuates her last word by pressing her body against Alejandra’s further. “Unless...I’m not having the same effect on you as you are on me?” She pouts at the troubling thought.
Alejandra smiles and meets that push with her own. “I would be lying if I said otherwise,” she grunted as she took command of the kuncklelock, and J!nxx found herself painfully bowed back, “and when this is over, we definitely need to talk… but for right now…” She abruptly applies all her muscle in one last push, yanking both of the unpredictable Asian’s arms down before pulling up on her wrists.
J!nxx lets out a squeal of pain at the pressure in her arms, fingers, and wrists, but she doesn’t have a chance to comment before Alejandra yanks her back close as she lets go of the knucklelock. Instead, though, she throws her arms around the smaller woman’s waist in a bone-jarring bearhug.
“Let’s get really, reallllly close, nena,” the Latina growls and lifts J!nxx up.
This was not the kind of closer that the hacker had in mind as Alicea’s arm muscles flare into relief as she squeezes. J!nxx’s ribs and back grind in ways that can not be good, and it takes all her willpower not to scream and lose what oxygen she had in her lungs. The only saving grace at the moment was that, in the scramble, J!nxx had managed to keep one arm free. Before the pain could become unbearable, she throws an elbow down at Alejandra’s head, but the more experienced Puerto Rican tucks her head in close… conveniently up against J!nxx’s chest… and takes the shot in her traps instead with a grunt.
“You’ve got fire!” Alejandra grunts out. “That’s what I like to see!”
Well, at least she sounded happy now, J!nxx muses painfully as she rears back for another elbow, but then the entire world abruptly shifts. The FAWNatics let out a delighted cheer as the Spitfire suddenly shifts her grip, a momentary relief for the lithe Asian as the pressure from the bearhug ceases, but then Alejandra scoops her up like a sack of grain into body slam position. Instead of just hurling her opponent to the canvas, though, she holds J!nxx up and begins to quite literally parade her around the ring.
It’s highly probable the Latina is copping a feel in the process.
“Not the best pick-up line, I admit,” Alejandra says with a grin, “but it works for me, eh?” Just as J!nxx is about to open her mouth to reply, though, the powerhouse suddenly snaps her unpredictable opponent hard to the canvas.
DELAYED SCOOP SLAM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptLTdXR8GA
J!nxx bounces hard off the unyielding canvas, a cry of pain escaping her lips as the air is blasted out of her lungs. Alejandra does frown just a hair at the cry, then takes a deep breath to push the mild concern out of her head. If J!nxx was going to cut into the ring like she did, Alejandra is going to treat her like any other opponent and bring one-hundred-and-ten percent.
The black-clad hacker is still gingerly feeling out her aching back when she feels strong fingers cup her chin and her left arm. Alejandra pulls the aching woman up to her unsteady feet, steadies her for just a moment, then stuffs her head under a strong right arm. After tossing J!nxx’s own right arm over her neck, Alicea gets a good handful of those jeans and powers the hacker up straight as an arrow into a vertical suplex… and then stalls it.
“Don’t think too badly of me,” she says between grunts of effort, low and surprisingly soft, “but I’m kind of showing off for you.” With the blood rushing into her head, J!nxx isn’t quite sure if she appreciates that or not, but Alejandra does her best to make a show of it by balancing her in position for long enough that the FAWNatics start counting out the seconds.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qONp6dwrwAc
Until finally, maybe mercifully, the petite powerhouse drops back violently, slamming the Asian fighter hard into the mat. Alejandra sits up, her chest heaving from the exertion, and takes a second to soak in the cheers of the crowd.
As for J!nxx, the constant assault on her back, the blood still swirling in her brain, it’s all taken its toll, so she takes the momentary reprieve to just breathe and try to recover. Geez! she manages to gather her thoughts, This wrestling stuff really is tougher than I thought! I hope this is worth it...I hope she’ll wanna make nice afterwards. She shakes her head, simultaneously trying to shake the cobwebs and the stray thoughts loose.
Alejandra wipes the sweat from her brow, then rolls over onto her hands and feet, her face hovering over J!nxx’s. “You really are beautiful.” She sighs, nods, then rises to her feet, womanhandling the lithe Japanese-American to her feet. Focusing past the woman’s looks and back to what needs to be done, Alejandra takes a hold of J!nxx’s arm and whips her hard into the nearest turnbuckle.
If she wasn’t so battered already, the agile hacker would have flipped out of the corner, springboarded off the ropes, but in her condition, she is lucky that she can just stay standing after another bone-rattling crash. Despite the pain, when Alicea’s battle cry hits her ears, J!nxx’s eyes snap open to see the Puerto Rican beauty charging right at her, shoulder forward and low ready to impale her in the chest.
That’s when J!nxx’s reflexes and survival instinct kick into overdrive. Just before Alejandra crashes home, J!nxx abruptly leaps off the mat, pulling herself up by the top ring ropes at the same time. The move takes her up and over the charging powerhouse, who not only misses her target cleanly but flings herself inadvertently clear through the gaps in the turnbuckle. The meaty sound of flesh on steel rings out across the arena as the fans let out a collective wince from the impact, quieting things just enough for Alejandra’s cry of pain to be heard. She slumps and hangs in the turnbuckle, her shoulder exploding in pain.
“Whoa!” J!nxx blurts out as she gets her bearings, “That was close!” She then looks about her, “Hey, where’d she go? Oh, no!” She finds the answer to her own question as she turns around to find Alejandra slumped in between the top and middle turnbuckles, hugging the ring post. She hurries over to Alicea’s side, gingerly helping her back into the ring. “Are you alright?!” she asks as she lays her down gently onto the mat. Alejandra’s only response is to grimace and groan and clutch her shoulder. After a few more moments of the hacker fawning over her opponent, she finally remembers that she is her opponent. “OH!” she squeaks, as it finally dawns on her and she lays her own body across Alejandra’s.
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra kicks out after a solid two count. “Dang!” J!nxx shouts with a snap of her fingers. “Well, can’t blame a girl for trying. Now, let’s see… what to do now…?” she muses aloud as she plans her next move. She sighs as she sees the obvious in front of her. “I’m really, really sorry for this, Alejandra… but like I said, I wanna win!”
Preemptive apology out of the way, J!nxx then rolls the Latina powerhouse onto her stomach. Taking up position beside her hurt wing, she then takes Alicea’s arm under her right arm, and presses against it in the opposite direction with her left, applying a torturous Fujiwara armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR: youtu.be/zX8YyAccU4k?t=60
The move would have been liquid agony normally, but with Alejandra’s shoulder having kissed steel hard, it takes all of the Spitfire’s pride to not immediately scream bloody murder. Still, her beautiful face screws up in pain, sweat beading on her brow as J!nxx applied very precise pressure. While the hacker might have seemed almost lost at points in the ring, when it comes to something technical like this, she moves with pinpoint precision.
While Alejandra was too proud to scream, the ref knows the damage this hold can do and is right there, on his hands and knees next to the grappling pair. “Alicea, do you submit?”
“Please submit?” J!nxx ventures tentatively through teeth clenched in effort as she pulls on Alejandra’s damaged arm. “I don’t want to actually injure you or--”
“N-n-no!” the Latina howls, interrupting the hacker before she pushes up and forward with her free arm. That sudden jolt of movement does make Alejandra scream as it overextends her shoulder more, but with how close the pair still is to the corner, the mighty push gets Alejandra scarily close to the ropes. The sudden burst of motion also seems to throw J!nxx’s grip off slightly, not enough to win Alejandra’s freedom, but there was a brief lessening in pressure she takes advantage of.
Alicea stretches her free arm towards the ropes, jaw clenched to bite back the pain. Her fingers drift within a half-inch of the ropes. So close, and yet so far… then J!nxx steels herself and yanks back with renewed pressure. The fit Puerto Rican only manages to stifle an agonized cry by biting her own lip hard enough to draw blood. Her free hand clenches into a fist and slams it into the mat.
“Alejandra,” the ref ventures, “do you--”
She shakes her head furiously, sending her long tresses flying everywhere before, with grim determination, she flings her free arm forward, clutching the canvas with clawed fingers. Somehow, someway, the powerhouse manages to muscle her way forward just one more inch and slaps her open palm on the ropes. Alicea clutches it like a life preserver, and the ref dutifully moves to J!nxx.
“Break the hold!” he commands before getting ready to count.
J!nxx blinks and looks up at him curiously. “Huh?” Her gaze then falls to Alejandra’s hand holding the bottom rope. After a couple of beats, realization falls upon her, “OH!” and with that, she lets go of the armbar and scrambles to her feet. As Alejandra pushes back into the ropes with one arm so that she can tend to her injured wing in safety, the Asian hacker looks at the referee. “Sorry,” she says contritely, “this is the first time I’ve actually been in a ring. You guys have a lot of rules to keep straight, you know that?”
The referee gives the petite Asian a look that nonverbally says, “Seriously?”
J!nxx shrugs then notices Alejandra slowly crawling to the corner, hoping to use the turnbuckles to assist her to her feet. “Oh, no you don’t!” She then breaks into a dash towards the Boricua powerhouse. Using her as a stepladder, J!nxx then leaps from mat, to back, to top rope. Not giving Alejandra time to figure out what’s going on, J!nxx launches herself at her friendly rival, tucking her legs into her chest and crashing into Alicea’s back with all her weight in a picture-perfect cannonball senton!
CANNONBALL SENTON: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOlZ3HQN2l8
Alejandra lets out a bellowing gasp as she finds herself crushed between this cute little imp and the hard mat, forcing the air from her lungs as J!nxx’s crash landing splays her out, spread-eagled on the mat. Quickly rolling away from the impact zone, the hacker rolls Alicea onto her back, and even hooks the near leg, for a quick pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NOOOOO!!!
Alejandra manages to shoot her right arm free at a solid two-and-a-half count. Thinking quickly, J!nxx realizes that Alejandra just offered up her injured arm, and she doesn’t pass this gift up. Grabbing her right arm by the wrist, J!nxx shifts position, throwing her legs across Alejandra’s prodigious chest for leverage. She then pulls hard on the already hurt arm across her own torso, applying a cross-armbreaker!
CROSS-ARMBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA
Alicea lets out a howl of agony as her right arm is yanked back into position. With all the damage it’s taken, it is a testament to her willpower that the prideful Latina doesn’t tap out immediately. Through eyes squinted in pain and stinging with sweat, Alejandra tries to focus through the torture, find a way out, and just as J!nxx starts to really crank on the armbreaker to an unbearable degree, Alejandra finds salvation in the nearby corner ropes.
The Asian techno-beauty looks absolutely astonished when the referee once again taps on her shoulder and calls out, “Break the hold, lady. She’s in the ropes!”
Sure enough, when J!nxx glances over, Alejandra has her foot draped over the bottom rope. The hacker chides herself almost as quickly as she lets go of the hold. She’d watched enough tapes, she’d seen this happen, but in the chaos of the moment…
This wrestling stuff really is complicated, J!nxx tells herself as the Spitfire clutches her wounded wing protectively against her, but it’s just like any other system. I can hack it!
The beautiful Asian smiles to herself as she rolls to her feet. Alicea is still a languishing, if gorgeous, mess on the canvas, so it shouldn’t take much for the hacker to pick up the win. With that in mind, she moves to press the offense, taking hold of Alejandra’s chin and injured arm to try to pull her up to a vertical base.
“Look,” J!nxx thinks aloud, grunting with effort as she gets the bigger woman uneasily to her feet, “I’m sorry if this hurts a lot, but you said yourself this was serious, and besides, you’d think less of me if I didn’t go all out, right?” And with that, she starts to pull on Alejandra’s bad right arm to an attempt to throw the powerhouse into an Irish Whip.
But the Latina doesn’t move, much to J!nxx’s disbelief. In the brief moment of talking, Alejandra lowered her base and spread her stance. Now, muscles tensed and rigid, the fire of determination in her eyes, she is an immovable object, even though each of J!nxx’s tugs sends new shocks of pain through her shoulder.
“Yeah, gata,” Alicea growls in reply to the question. “And I’m gonna do the same.” With that, she grits her teeth, twists her trapped arm just enough to grab J!nxx’s wrist, and gives one powerful tug. The hacker stumbles forward, right into a tremendous short-arm clothesline. J!nxx cries out as the impact flattens her to the mat. Alejandra almost falls back to one knee herself from the extra strain she just put on her injured arm but shakes her head defiantly as she staggers, sending her long tresses flying as she forces herself to stay standing.
That extra moment of recovery gives J!nxx time to get to the nearby ropes and use them to get to her knees, a hand massaging her chest and throat from the impact, but that’s all the time Alejandra allows her. Filled with fire and the cheers of the crowd, the Caribbean Crush whirls back on the hacker, pulls her the rest of the way up, and hurls J!nxx towards the far ropes with an Irish whip of her own, despite the techno-hottie’s desperate attempt to stop the ride by holding onto the ropes.
Bouncing off the far strands, J!nxx rebounds off them and Alejandra is there to greet her on the return trip with waiting arms. With almost effortless power, she scoops up the smaller Japanese-American girl, spins her, and then plants her hard across an outstretched knee with her signature tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. J!nxx shudders when the small of her back hits that sharp point, and what was an initial sharp cry turns into a wail of pain as Alejandra then presses down on both the hacker’s chin and hips with both hands.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER STRETCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJRbStNzHcA
However, it’s clear that, despite the fire flowing through her veins, that the Puerto Rican strongwoman can’t keep this hold for long. Each new power move only increases the strain on her injured right arm, and sweat pours down her face as she tries to keep her focus. Despite the torture she applies to J!nxx, Alejandra simply can’t apply enough pressure on the hold as it is, and so, with a huge, sucking breath, she shoves the smaller girl off her knee and tries to collect herself. The Asian beauty flops over on the canvas, clearly feeling out her agonizing back with one hand as she stays on her stomach.
Panting, Alejandra comes to a realization. My arm can’t hold out for much longer, so maybe… one more big move. If I can keep it together for that, I can put her down. With that in mind, the powerful Latina pushes herself up to standing and steps over to the still-prone J!nxx. Pulling her up by the nape of her neck, she takes a moment to steal a glance at the dazed Asian, admiring her beauty once more. That moment doesn’t last long, however, as she then thrusts the hacker’s head in between her muscular thighs, giving the fans not only a single raised finger pointing to the sky as a signal of what’s to come, but also a good look at J!nxx’s half-exposed cheeks.
“Sorry, sweetie,” Alejandra says with a flirty smirk. “While I could enjoy this view all day long, I’ve got a match to win… but maybe later, eh?” The smirk turns into a genuine smile, despite the devastation she intends to inflict. “And I do hope there is a later.”
With that apology-and-flirting-in-one out of the way, Alejandra wraps her arms around the computer cutie’s waist and flips her up to her shoulders, preparing to send her crashing to the mat with a ground-shaking powerbomb! Her injured arm, however, had other ideas. Giving out at the worst possible time, she yells out in pain, unable to maintain her hold on her prey as she reaches the apex.
J!nxx, likewise, lets out a surprised yelp as she finds herself slipping out of Alicea’s grip, though her agility allows her to land on her feet, albeit a little stunned upon landfall. She recovers quickly, though, showing remarkably fast reflexes, only skipping a beat before seizing on the opportunity the bent-over Boricua has given her. She flops to the mat while simultaneously throwing up a stiff knee that catches Alejandra flush in the temple, rocking her and having her seeing stars. J!nxx then kips up and explodes from her heels with a clothesline that actually turns Alejandra inside out!
“Alright, chica,” J!nxx crouches in the corner, stalking her prey, “I’ve been watching videos of you for weeks, much to my delight - you really are a work of art, in every way - and now it’s time to show you what I’ve learned.” As Alejandra struggles to her feet, it barely registers to her that she hears J!nxx saying, “Initiating Emulation Engine.”
“Wh-what?” the dazed Latina wonders aloud before she is grabbed from behind in a modified back suplex hold. However, when J!nxx lifts the bigger girl up over her head, she spins her ninety degrees and lets her go as she herself again drops to the mat, knees up, letting Alicea fall back-first onto those knees, in an approximation of the Caribbean Crush’s own Starstorm finisher!
EMULATION ENGINE: STARSTORM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVM8JsvoqtU
Alejandra flops to the mat, screaming in pain and clutching her back, while J!nxx scrambles over to her victim to, presumably, make the pin. However, she pauses as she looms over Alejandra’s prone body, licking her lips sensually. She then slides her body across hers, taking Alicea’s hands by the wrist and pinning them down over her head, performing an undeniably sexy full-body pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
Alejandra manages to push onto her side at 2.8, much to J!nxx’s surprise. Had she gone for a more traditional pin, she might’ve put the Puerto Rican powerhouse away, but alas, her show of sensuality was for naught.
“Darn!” she fusses aloud as she searches her head for what to do next. Nodding to herself, she scrambles to her feet and scampers to the top rope nearby. After rising on her perch, she launches herself at the beautiful Boricua, much like the stage dives she’s done at many a rave in her past life. Only this time, she sticks her arm out as she flies, driving her elbow into the center of Alejandra’s chest, a move she calls the Back Door.
BACK DOOR: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2rpdhqrmz4
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOOO!!!
Amazingly, Alejandra kicks out a shade faster than she did following the lumbar check. J!nxx looks down at her in disbelief. “What’s it gonna take to get you to stay down, huh?” She asks though she doesn’t expect an answer as she hauls Alicea up to her feet.
“More…” Alejandra answers with ragged breaths as she is pushed back into the ropes by her playful rival, “...than you...can dish out, gata.”
J!nxx frowns at this, feeling just a little insulted. Nevertheless, she bears down and launches Alejandra across the ring. On the rebound, she looks to take the bigger girl’s head off with a clothesline but is surprised to find nothing but air, as her target manages to duck the blow. Another rebound and this time, the Japanese-American’s blow finds its target, nailing Alejandra square across the chest. Unfortunately for her, she also caught a clothesline herself, Alicea lashing out with a wicked haymaker of a lariat that sends J!nxx tumbling to the mat head over heels.
Both women lie there, J!nxx on her stomach, Alejandra on her back, barely moving as the ref moves in to check on them. When both of them are less than responsive, he begins the ten-count as the crowd goes wild, cheers calling for both women to get back on their feet to finish the match.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
That’s the magic number that seems to get both women stirring. Alejandra manages to roll onto her side, chest heaving as she tries to recover, and J!nxx grimly pushes up onto her elbows, but when she tries to get to her knees, the hacker collapses in pain.
FOUR!
Alicea gets the rest of the way onto her stomach at that, and almost as if she had done so a hundred times in training, manages a neat one-armed push-up to get to her knees. Not far from her, J!nxx shakes her head against the mat, but instead that being some sign of defeat, it looks like she uses it to signal that she’s digging down deeper, pulling herself toward the ring ropes.
FIVE!
The ref’s count ends before he gets to six when Alejandra, moving purely through guts and prideful stubbornness, rises onto wobbly legs. Her injured right arm is clutched to her stomach as she tries to reorient herself, pushing the long locks clinging to her sweat-stained brow out of her eyes. That gives J!nxx just enough time to get to the ropes, and she starts to pull herself up, wincing with every movement.
As the Latina strongwoman turns to see the hacker still struggling to her feet, she doesn’t pounce on her off-balance foe. Instead, she leans forward, resting her hands on her knees, and waits for her to rise, her heaving breaths starting to even out slowly.
“I’m not being condescending when I say this,” Alejandra gets out between deep breaths, “but I’m proud of you, gata.” A pained smile plays across her lips as J!nxx gets the rest of the way to her feet, sagging on the ropes. “You’ve got guts in spades to go with your good looks, so I want to finish this right and proper. With both of us on our feet.”
“T-thanks,” J!nxx mutters through gritted teeth. “Like two beautiful women in a ring should, beating the crap out of each other?” She giggles at her own joke, and Alejandra snickers herself as she pushes up to her full height.
“Exactly, nena” The Spitfire gestures at the computer cutie to come at her. “Let’s go!”
J!nxx licks her lips and nods as she pushes herself off the ropes, looking to surprise the slower woman with a sudden burst of speed. As her arm hooks around for another sudden clothesline, the hacker’s eyes widen as the Latina ducks, superior experience making up for raw reflexes. A split second later, J!nxx feels Alejandra’s muscular arms loop around her lithe waist and cup her ass, then the lights of the arena zoom uncomfortably closer as the powerhouse lifts her in the air.
“Yours was good, darling,” Alejandra growls as she stalls the impending crash for just a moment, “but nothing beats the original!”
With that, the Caribbean Crush twists J!nxx in mid-throw before bringing her right back down. As Alejandra does so, she falls to her back, knees up to execute an explosive Starstorm of her own!
STARSTORM: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsZYMwrJKeM
J!nxx lets out a scream of agony as her back cracks across Alejandra’s knees before she bounces off, hitting the canvas hard on her stomach. Alejandra herself is spent for a moment, sucking in deep breaths as she tries to ignore just how much her right arm is hurting after that move. Still, this is her one chance before her arm gives out again, so the Puerto Rican rolls over and crawls over to the still-flattened Asian girl, slowly pushing her over onto her back before falling over the smaller woman with a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref hops spryly to his feet and calls for the bell, and as it rings out across the arena, the speakers spark to life.
“Your winner, by pinfall… ALEJANDRA ALICEA!”
With the bell and the explosion of cheers, Alejandra manages to push herself up onto one hand and both knees. When the ref offers to take her hand, she smiles through the pain as he helps her onto her haunches and raises her hand in victory. Below her, J!nxx’s face is still scrunched up in pain, but she begins to stir, a tinge of disappointment in her eyes at the loss…
But then she finds herself gently but swiftly pulled up to her feet by the Puerto Rican powerhouse. With how battered both women are, they have to steady against each other for a moment, but that only serves to increase the closeness of the moment.
“You did really good, gata,” Alejandra breaths out huskily. “It’s not easy for anyone to push me to my limit… in more ways than one.” She smiles tiredly as she puts her good arm around the smaller girl. “You sure this is your first time in a ring?”
“First time in a ring, yes,” J!nxx gets out through the blush dusting her cheeks despite the throbbing ache in her back, “not the first time in a fight, though.” God, she’s really not good at this, and despite her disappointment at losing the match, her mind drifts to what Alejandra said earlier, but before she can try to get a pithy bit of flirting out, the Latina beauty surprises her once again. She slips her arm off J!nxx’s shoulder, gently grabs her wrist, and then raises it up to the explosive cheers of the FAWNatics on deck. It’s an amazing display of sportsmanship not often seen in this house, and it seems to have a real impact on the crowd.
“Hey… Did you mean it… when you said you hope there's gonna be a "later" for us?” the computer cutie gasps out through her surprise, her eyes wide as she takes in both the cheering crowd and the gorgeous woman in front of her.
Alejandra smiles coyly as she gingerly pats her chest with her injured arm, where the holographic rose button is still tucked away, without letting go of J!nxx’s other hand. “When a pretty lady gives me a rose, well, I take that as a promise of something more, eh?” She arches an eyebrow as the smile curves into a smirk. “And when it comes to that kind of thing, gata, I always mean it.”
Those words make the hacker’s eyes go wide. It’s almost as if she can’t quite believe that she didn’t get lied to, and then the next moment, J!nxx springs forward, throws her arms around Alejandra’s neck, and plants a big, wet kiss right on a slightly surprised Latina’s lips. Not that Alejandra is too shocked to reciprocate, in fact, she puts her good arm around J!nxx’s shoulders to pull her closer.
That definitely gets the FAWN faithful on the feet with cheers, whistles, and a few catcalls to boot! Not that either women notices, enthralled as they are with each other. So much so, in fact, that it takes a tap on Alejandra’s shoulder to get their attention.
“Uh, guys?” the zebra interjects awkwardly, “I, uh… I hate to break this up, but…” he then taps the earpiece he’s wearing, “Miss Christian would like to have a word with you, Miss Jinx.”
The Asian hacker gets a sour look on her face at having her romantic interlude interrupted, before realizing that she’s got some explaining to do. “Ahhh… yeaaaaahhhh…” She turns back to Alejandra. “I’ll catch up with you after this?”
There’s a hint of concern in the Latina’s mind at the ref’s words. In Alejandra’s experience, when the commissioner of a wrestling league wants you, it’s rarely for a good reason, but she plays it off with a soft smile for J!nxx’s benefit. “I’ll be waiting. Now, you better go before Miss Christian gets angry.”
J!nxx nods and kisses her hopeful love interest on the cheek. “I’m in locker room A6. You’re welcome to wait for me there.” She winks at her, letting her implications go unsaid as she turns back to the referee. With a polite nod, she walks past him and out of the ring, a bounce to her step that belies the torture she just put herself through.
