Round Two: Aryn Vs Antonio

[Odin Reeves]

Ring Two: Second Fight.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio sat in the locker room. He looked at the lockers, and people leaving for their matches. There were many different people in this. Then a door slammed shut. Being alone with his mask, he thought about the last match he was in, with Felix as his opponent.

'All I remember was I shook his hand, but then he pulled me to the floor. I landed on my back, then I got up. He said something as I was charging. What did that Felix guy say? Oh wait I know what it sounded like.'

Getting a good picture of his opponent, Antonio tried to match what he said with how Felix was moving in his mind. It wasn't an exact movement, but it was close enough. Then he heard Felix say in his thoughts;

'If your going to rush me, at least have a plan of attack. This is almost too easy.'

Rethinking what he said, it started to make some sense. While he agreed with what Felix said, Antonio was not ready to abandon the mask, or the lucha libre wrestling style. After all, both of them helped him win. But he thought to himself once more.

'Maybe he slipped or something. No, he couldn't. He was rolling, and only very experienced martial artists can roll, then stand up without any lapse in time. He had to kneel, because he was inexperienced. He then had an open target for my shin. I don't see why he could have went for a kick to the nose, or to the throat. That would have probably knocked me out. But why the shin? OH! My opponents want to target my legs, because I run with them. If I can't run, I cannot build up my offense, therefore my lucha libre wrestling becomes useless. I would have to depend on stand up strikes, kicks, grappling from Judo, and locks from Chin-Na. I only have very few of them, but my trainers have told me, they will work. I can't protect my legs though, I need to either jump, or move. I also have to use my arms to grab a hold of a rope, a turnbuckle, or anything. I know I won't be able to block, or guard then, but just incase I can't use my legs, I need to remember that, a guard is your best friend in stand up fighting. But it's an enemy to lucha libre wrestling, because half my techniques are gone if I have any guard up.'

Antonio really thought more, and looked at the clock, over the locker. There was five minutes left before he would need to be called in. He continued thinking to himself.

'But I flipped forward, and then I jumped. My back went right into this guy, right after that attack to the shin. Did I bring my magazine with me? Oh I did.'

Antonio pulled out a wrestling magazine. Many American wrestlers were featured in this magazine. There was a technique that he spotted, and he like it.

'That would be awesome to pull off. But I can imagine that would suck, if I missed that attack. Too bad I can't try it out.'

Antonio looked at the clock. Three minutes were left before his match. He decided to walk out of the locker room, and went to the second ring. He waited for the match to end, then he walked up into the ring. Waiting for his opponent to appear, Antonio continued waiting. When his opponent stepped in, he would offer a handshake, even if something bad would happen again with the handshake.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Since Travis seems to have no intention of finishing up the previous round, I'm going to assume Aryn won by knock-out. T____T The damn browser won't let me undo my paste, so I'm rewriting my tournament post; that pisses me off. Buuut, I remember you. *smirk* )

Straight after Aryn's match had finished, she literally ran into the locker room to grab one of the water bottles in her locker. After spilling a bit on her head and face, she snatched up one of the small hand towels she brought with and dabbed her skin dry. A couple of advil for the pain in her side and her aching knee were downed as she took the first sip of the cool, refreshing water.

'Damn, Travis sure got me good on my side... Hopefully the meds'll kick in before my next match...'

Rubbing her side absently to ease the dull throb of pain, Aryn stashed her towel and water bottle back in the locker and made her way out to mingle in the crowds along the floor. She peered at the matches with watchful eyes, still lightly massaging her side. She had no clue who she would be fighting in the next round, as their ring-leader seemed to like the idea of putting them into random matches. Still, it kept the interest up, and the excitement high. Aryn couldn't fault him for that. She was actually pleased there was someone other than Kurtz organising this. She knew Will wasn't fond of any of the pillars, so she'd never bothered to join, but after hearing that someone else had taken over, it seemed like it was a mad dash for her to go sign up. Stretching her muscles absentmindedly, Aryn dazed out slightly, watching the match ahead of her with slightly glazed eyes as she fell into a little world of her own, only snapping out as the two exited the ring.

Soon enough, as the pain killers began to kick in, she was called up to the ring to begin her next match. Stretching a foot onto the edge of the ring, Aryn pulled herself up neatly, grinning at the small cheer that went up as she did so.

"Hm, seems they don't get a lot of females in the tournament..." She muttered thoughtfully to herself as she slipped between the two top ropes.

She was the underdog of the tournament, if only for that reason alone. Bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet a moment, Aryn stretched her legs before finally looking up to see who her opponent was...and smirked as she remembered just who this kid was.

'Well well, if it isn't Mr. I-Can't-Show-My-Face-So-I'll-Wear-This-Mask-And-Be-Obvious-Anyway.' Cracking her neck, Aryn tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at the extended hand.

"Lookie who we have here; I remember you. If you don't happen to remember me, well, that's your loss." Stepping forwards lightly, she reached out and slapped her fingers against his quickly but gently, the smirk still apparent on her face.

Bouncing back on her feet a fair distance away, Aryn grinned. "Nothing against you, Mask-Boy, but shaking hands right before a match isn't my style. That generally comes after, when I'm sure my opponent isn't going to try anything tricky."

'I sure hope you're ready to play, Antonio. I got through my first match, and I'm willing to have a bit of fun with this one... And boy, do I have some plans for you.'

Raising an eyebrow pointedly with a smirk, Aryn decided a bit of taunting was in order. "You going to come over here, or are you the bashful type that needs me to come over there..?"

While it was meant teasingly, her tone was rather serious; she was intent on riling him up so he might slip-up easier. She settled into the same 'stance' she had when she'd been in the first round; right foot in front of the left, hands raised slightly to just near her chest, her hands curled loosely so she could either clench them into a fist or expand them to catch a punch. She was relaxed and limber, the adrenaline from her first match hadn't quite finished fading and she could already feel it start to come back. She was ready for this match, and she crouched just slightly, bending her knees and sinking down somewhat, readying herself for her opponent's attack, her green eyes fixed intently upon her little masked 'friend'.

[jdmthe1st]

(OOC: Do you? )

"Lookie who we have here; I remember you. If you don't happen to remember me, well, that's your loss."

"Okay." Antonio said in a calm manner.

This girl raised an eyebrow to sportsman ship that Antonio displayed with a handshake. Antonio received a tap of fingers from this girl. Then Aryn fired back;

"Nothing against you, Mask-Boy, but shaking hands right before a match isn't my style. That generally comes after, when I'm sure my opponent isn't going to try anything tricky."

Antonio replied in a calm manner, because he was sure this girl was trying to get the best of him. He did not falter under pressure though. Not even a crack.

"It's just sportsmanship."

Antonio saw his opponent move back. Her right foot was forward, hands were just near her chest. Then his opponent communicated again with him, except in a louder tone of voice, and with a taunt.

"You going to come over here, or are you the bashful type that needs me to come over there..?"

Antonio thought to himself:

'Why would she come back over? She just moved back into a stance. It would take her forever, no matter what kind of speed she has, to reach me. She is waiting for me, to make a move. What if I could make her move somehow? My offensive works if my opponent is moving, and if they are moving. Works even better if they are moving slower then me. Wait a second.....what if her knee if injured? That could be why it is up front. She is putting all her balance on her back left leg then.......meaning she has some kind of cross or something coming. Actually I am going to attack, to 'her' right. I can't use a guard, and I have to go after that right knee. Only that right knee. If she hits me, this will suck. '

Antonio charged forward with speed, still seeing his opponent with a stance and guard. Antonio had no guard and had his his hands out to the side. He couldn't protect his face, or body and he had to sacrifice a guard for speed, and technique. He was going to keep charging in a straight line in the ring, and wait for a small change to happen. He was ready to evade or jump at this point, when he saw the change.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Yeah, but Antonio apparently doesn't remember Aryn. *shrug* )

Contrary to her opponent's assumptions, Aryn didn't have more weight on her left foot. Her weight was evenly distributed, meaning she wouldn't have to shift her weight to move, making her reaction time quicker than he thought it would be. She might have been confident, but she wasn't going to be stupid. When he sprang forwards, she tensed, ready to move when she knew she needed to, making whatever 'change' Antonio was looking for very hard to find. He'd made a silly mistake right from the get-go. He'd not guarded himself from any sort of attack, merely relying on her moving and his own reaction to her movement.

Her back was to the corner, and he'd been on the other side. It was all a matter of waiting, as Aryn judged his strides and the distance towards her he needed to cover. When he was about two strides away, she bolted into action, slipping to the right, as it would take too long for her to cross over and go to the left. Aryn turned slightly so she was nearly facing the same way he was as she took another quick step forwards, her left foot planted, by which time he was pretty much even with her. Snapping her right leg back on an exhale, she brought it around to the back of his neck in a strong roundhouse kick. Even if he was speedy, there was little doubt that he was just too close and Aryn was just out of his sight as she did this. For him, evasion wasn't something he could easily do, as - even if he just turned to look back - he wouldn't have enough time to duck.

The kick was vicious enough as it was, so it was sure to at least daze him, if not knock him out if it were to hit him right. Still, she finished off and completed the spin, stepping on her right foot to bring her out of his range, her eyes and head straightening so she could watch him, her hands raised as she faced him again, ready and tense. If she needed to, she would take the opportunity presented to herself. If he was dazed, she planned on finishing him off quickly. If she got lucky and he was knocked out...well, then it would have been a very simple, effective match.

She was on her toes for the match; the previous one acting as a warm-up and stimulant. Her lips quirked into a smirk for the barest of seconds. 'I want to win. And damned if this little masked boy is going to sneak past me.'

[jdmthe1st]

(OOC: I changed it because Aryn did not understand me, and I did not understand her. ;D )


As Antonio ran by, he didn't see Aryn shift so quickly to the right. Then all of the sudden, he felt a THUD, to the back of his neck. But somehow, he managed to keep moving in the direction he was going in. Aryn's strategy of getting the back of his neck was very effective. But she might not know one thing about Antonio. He was good in a ring, no matter if his matches at work were staged, or real. He felt the pain and as he did he thought while still charging towards the turnbuckle with Aryn near the center of the ring now,

'OW! That smarts! Wait a second. That had to be a kick. I felt a lace from the shoe touch me. Is she still on one foot? No it's probably too late. But if she is I have a plan.'

Antonio kept going towards the ropes, the irony is that Aryn's kick just happened to push him more towards the ropes and gave him more power and momentum in his foot work. He quickly turned around, and bounced off the ropes instead of the smashing into the turnbuckle, charging again at the same time building more momentum in his footwork. Aryn might think he is still going the same speed, but his speed just increased. He darted towards Aryn once again. He had a plan. But it depended on what Aryn did.

'Come on do something. You have a kick. What else can you do? Show me something........'

[Aryn Valcoph]

Back-pedalling a few steps with her eyes wide as Antonio seemed to just shrug off the blow to the back of his neck, Aryn watched as he swivelled and rebounded off the ropes, shooting straight at her again. Frowning, she stopped her backwards motion and moved towards him, raising her left hand across her chest and keeping her right in near her side. She was just to her left of him as they neared, and Aryn's fist suddenly shot out in a punch, aiming for a smashing hit to his stomach. Aryn was using Antonio's speed against himself, and the hit would be much harder, considering he was moving towards her quickly and she was moving towards him at a good pace too, though she had slowed down quickly for one reason. Her left hand unfurled from her chest and she reached out in attempt to clasp his right wrist, and even if she wasn't successful in her movement, her right foot struck out in attempt to trip up her shorter opponent. If she was successful with her wrist-grab, she could turn it into a flip as she pushed the arm back sharply, which would amplify the tripping motion.

'This is the sort of fight that you don't want to see what sort of moves your opponent can put out, but how fast you can put the moves on them.' She would have to keep it in mind as she turned, right foot coming down onto the mat and she turned. If she had managed to grasp his wrist, she still had it now, clamped tightly with her fingernails digging in for added leverage against him trying to pull free.

It seemed as though she might well be on the offensive for the whole match, but things could very well change.

. o O ( My apologies for the post being so short. I just don't want to continue on with anything until I know whether my move worked. )

[jdmthe1st]

(OOC: Edited.)

Drawing closer and closer, Antonio still didn't notice a change. In his mind, it seemed like he had all the time in the world. In other words, when he is thinking, it's almost as if time slowed down for him to think, in reality, his feet are moving faster than his mind.

'Come on! Do something.'

Antonio saw a change. His opponent became bigger in his vision. A strike came out. Antonio recognized this as a move forward.

'Crud! I wasn't ready!'

Antonio was hit by the strike in the stomach. He buckled somewhat and stopped. But then a grab came. Aryn wanted to flip Antonio forward. But Antonio did flip forward, but he landed on his feet, and continued to run towards the ropes, breaking the grip of the wrist in the process. His speed eventually made him turn around again. Antonio would try to towards Aryn from behind with an elbow to the back. It was more like a hit and push from the way Antonio had his elbow angled.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Righty...I'll go with it; Aryn apparently hasn't turned around as I'd said in my previous post, to make things easier. )

Turning her head slightly, Aryn watched as Antonio swerved into the ropes and rebounded back towards her, his elbow raising. She didn't know what kind of hit he would have, but knew a way to minimalize the damage would be to go with the motion. The change in her position was so slight; someone watching from the side would have to take another look. She leaned forwards just slightly, and if it was hard to notice from the side, it would be virtually impossible to notice it when he was coming from behind. It was only a matter of seconds before Aryn felt the hit and fell forwards into a really short roll.

Be it that Antonio was still running at a good speed, he was just ahead of her when she sprang out of her roll onto her feet, the momentum enabling her to start at a run immediately, and she took another stride before leaping onto his back to tackle him to the ground, her right hand smacking against the back of his mask to force his head down onto the mats, face-first. The momentum combined with her weight would be enough to have him down on the mats, and from there, it was only a matter of time as she reached to grab his left wrist with her left hand. If she managed to catch-hold, she would jerk it quickly behind his back, his elbow bent, his wrist mid-back and moving higher to keep him in the hold if it worked, keeping the tension on the limb. Aryn sat up, sitting upon his own bottom to keep him down.

'I'm not playing around anymore, I want you to either submit or be knocked cold.'

Her right hand she raised from his head to deliver two quick blows to the back of his head, before an idea caused her eyes to brighten. Aryn, after firing off a third hard punch to his head, grabbed hold of his mask and proceeded, non-too-gently, to attempt to rip it off his head, thus forth exposing his face to the crowd and for anyone else to see.

'Let the de-masking of this little luchador begin.' She thought nastily, knowing it would either be a blow so big that Antonio would lose focus...or just make him mad, which she could deal with. People tended to slip up when they were angry.

[jdmthe1st]

The tackle caught Antonio off guard. He was running towards the ropes and felt a tackle catch him. The pain shot up in his face, as he hit the ground, face first. He was on the ground with this girl with his arm behind his back. Tension was being put on Antonio's arm. He was also getting hit in the back of the head. He felt as if he would black out any second with the strikes.

He resisted and as she sat up, Antonio pushed off his right arm, right elbow, and knees and pushed to the right. In the process she would MIGHT off Antonio and Aryn might hit the mat head first to the right side of her head. IF she lost her grip, Antonio would twist his wrist to escape the lock since she only had one hand on him. He is becoming slightly dizzy.

IF he succeeded, Antonio would then get up, jump to the top of the turnbuckle, and jumping off, drop all his weight into a cannonball jump and try to land on his opponent.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Fine, I'll work with it. I just don't feel like dragging this out in PMs any longer. Take NOTE: None of Aryn's strikes are a guaranteed hit. As I stated in PM, my writing style is based off assumptions. )

Aryn was caught by surprise that Antonio seemed to show little by way of pain with both her arm lock and the strikes, but nevertheless, she hadn't been prepared for him to try and shake her off as he was doing now. She was tipped to the right, and indeed hit her head on the floor. She winced and watched as he twisted out of her grip only to get up and jump up onto the top of the corner of the ring.

She was fine with that, as she lay there, playing dazed. When he was in the air, doing his cannonball jump, Aryn rolled out of the way, and into a crouch, with her fingers splayed against the mats and adding balance. This left Antonio to land on the ring floor, which was sure to be no easy landing. Antonio's move was his own enemy right now, and Aryn had exploited it. As soon as he landed, being able to do nothing to alter his course in mid-air, Aryn pounced upon him, drawing a fist back, only to send it hurling towards his face. Her left hand was to land on his right shoulder in attempt to pin him where he was, her right hand coming in with that punch.

If she was lucky, he would be dazed still from his landing, not to mention the two solid punches she had gotten in on him previously, and her strike could have a good chance of knocking him out. Regardless of success or failure, she drew her hand back slightly before splaying her fingers and attempting to attach them to his forehead, pulling up sharply afterwards before sending it - and his head - straight back down onto the ring floor.

After that, she scuttled around slightly, picking her right leg up to roughly push her knee against his stomach, hopefully pinning him firmly for a moment as well as make him lose his breath as she wound up for another punch with her right hand. This time the target was the right side of his head, aiming for his temple. If he hadn't been knocked out by now, surely this would do it.

True, she was being particularly vicious with this attack, but she wasn't going to give an inch just because she was a girl. If she had the chance, afterwards, she would attempt another grab at his mask, hopefully pulling it off this time.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio went through the air. Thoughts were going through his mind. He still felt the two strikes from earlier.

'Geez those really hurt. I think I have it. This has to work..........oh no.'

Antonio landed on his back during the jump. Pain shot up through his back. But his back was now becoming numb. He missed his target. His opponent was faking that she was stunned for a moment. His opponent rolled out of the way and punched him in the face. Antonio received a hit in the face. The front of his face became just as numb, and horrible as his back. Then his opponent picked up his head, but as she picked up Antonio's head, his upper body went up as well. She really wanted to smash his head into the mat.

'No, I can't let her put my face through the mat, or it's all over.' he thought to himself

As his head went higher up, Antonio noticed his right shoulder was being pinned. Since his back was on the ground, he went higher up, he was in range for an attack.

'I think I can do something here. Not sure if it will work. If this works. I need to retreat, and recover.'

He attempted to throw an uppercut with his left hand to Aryn's nasal septum on the bottom of her nose. Hopefully that push her back, to stop her attack on his head. If her attack stopped due to the uppercut, Antonio would use the delay in her time to push her off his stomach with his hands, and try to get up by using a spring motion with his leg. If he could, he would run back to the ropes to retreat from Aryn and start using momentum again.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( I'm assuming this uppercut is coming from beneath her chin, as Aryn still has her hand on Antonio's forehead. )

Antonio seemed to throw his uppercut as Aryn sent his head back down against the mats. It was by sheer luck of timing that he was no longer able to hit the bottom of her nose, however, he did manage to land a hard but glancing blow to her chin, causing Aryn to tilt her head back with the motion. Her hand was still gripping his forehead at the time, and it slid up slightly as she gripped it tighter. She ended up settling the majority of her weight upon her knee that was settled on Antonio's stomach, if anything causing more pressure on him.

Blinking through the jolt of pain, Aryn drew in a quick, deep breath, pulling her arm back - still gripping his mask - in an almost desperate attempt to remove it from his head. Surely it was hot beneath it, and the sweat would only aid in its removal. She felt his hands against her stomach and with a slight grunt, jammed her knee even harder into his stomach, which should cause him to lose his breath and forget about trying to push her off.

If she managed to get his mask of this time, she would throw it out of the ring with a smirk. Regardless of whether she succeeded or not, Aryn pulled her arm back for what would hopefully be the final hit of the round. She had him pinned still, and knew to take the advantage that came with it immediately, so he couldn't try anything else.

'Goodnight, Antonio.'

Her right fist flew forwards, aiming for the vulnerable spot on the side of his head: his temple. With enough force, it was able to knock out anyone, and Aryn was intent on finishing this round quickly, so hopefully this would be the last sight Antonio would see before he faded into unconsciousness.

'I want to win and I am not stopping until I do.'

[jdmthe1st]

(OOC: I take it you let go of grabbing to strike me, otherwise you would have to use your other hand, which is pinning me. Had to specify what hands I used as well. ;D)

As the uppercut landed, Antonio tried to escape. Aryn had clearly pushed her knee on his stomach, causing more pressure to be put in that area. It was getting difficult to get out with her trying to grab his mask, and have her hit him, at the same time.

'What am I going to do now! This hurts alot! I don't know if I can get up. If she exposes me, or knocks me out, I think it's over. There has to be something I can do.'

Antonio found being pinned with his right shoulder, means he couldn't use his right arm, until she let go. Also she was pulling back on the mask. As Antonio layed there as she kept pulling him up by the mask. He kept struggling and then she let go. The mask was still on, but he guess she was trying to do something else.

'Wait why did she stop? If she going to do something else? I don't know if I am going to make it. Oh no what do I do?!'

Aryn made a hit with the hard part of Antonio's head. Antonio was in panic, and he was turning his head. This hit would give him a major brain freeze, but it would not hit the temple. The shot was redirected just by luck.

'HOLY COW! OUCH! What just happened? Was she trying to knock me out with the last shot? She is going to knock me out at this rate. If she does it again, I have to move my head. I think that's what I did.'

Antonio with some strength to try pushing Aryn's arm away from his right shoulder, to the ground, that way she would not be pinning the shoulder anymore. He pushed as hard as he could, and as quickly as he could while watching to see if Aryn would throw anything once again. If he succeeded, Antonio would fire a right hook to the floating rib, then a left palm strike to the space between Aryn's nose, and mouth.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn was completely surprised when he was already moving after such a hit to the head, even if it hadn't knocked him out. Gritting her teeth in frustration as he must have noticed the change in weight. With her knee taking most of his weight, his knock to her left hand did indeed cause it to release his shoulder, but her knee was now taking nearly her full weight upon his stomach, which was no doubt painful, with the weight concentrated on that place.

With her left hand now to the side, Antonio seemed to focus on attacking her now, which meant that Aryn's left hand was free to move. She leaned forwards quickly, her right hand coming up to push the hook to the side, and because she had leaned forwards, the palm-strike was no longer a threat. Her left hand crossed in as she aimed for his temple. She was seeking a solid knock-out yet again, and put as much power into the blow as she could. Even if he managed to turn his head at the last minute, it was probably powerful enough to knock him out, or at least daze him to the point that he was so close to unconsciousness he couldn't do anything against her.

'How the fuck he hasn't been knocked out so far is beyond me. He shouldn't last too much longer.' Aryn thought, frowning as she kept her eyes upon her opponent, snaking her right hand out in another strike to his temple. If she had to, she'd systematically beat his head until he was out cold.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio threw the hook. It missed. The palm strike didn't catch Aryn at all. There had to be some thing he wasn't doing right. But Antonio had a plan from the beginning. He just had to wait and see how aggressive his opponent was. He had seen now that his opponent is a very straight forward, no non sense fighter. Antonio thought to himself

'How did those miss? Wait a second. I am only using my hands. She is all the way up there. The only thing that can get there are.........................my LEGS! I forgot all completely about them. I am a luchador, not a boxer. I still have a chance.'

Right when Aryn was preparing for another shot to the temple, Antonio would raise both of his legs up, and hook both of them quickly, and tightly around Aryn's neck. This might completely surprise Aryn, being its a attack from behind. This might also nulify the attacks.

Doing so all Antonio would have to do is push downwards with his legs in front of Aryn's neck to send her down the the mat, the back of her head would hit first. If Antonio succeeded, he would be sitting up with his legs on Aryn's neck, while having her neck pinned to the floor. Antonio would proceed to choke out Aryn's neck with his legs. If he cannot, he will stand up, and retreat.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Despite the impossibility of Antonio's move, I'm saying "Screw it" and continuing on. )

Somehow, somehow, Antonio managed to be able to move enough to wrap his legs around her neck, but her first punch had that split moment to come close enough to connect. Regardless, however, she was pulled back afterwards, the blow to her head dazing her for a few precious seconds, seconds that were spent moving her leg from it's folded position.

'How...?' she croaked in her mind, realizing that now she was being choked. It took a moment to register, but after it did, instinct kicked in. Literally. Her right leg snapped up in what looked to be a flail, her left leg twitching upwards slightly, but not as much as her right. That was the beauty of it; it seemed she was struggling.

However, that was not the case.

Aryn, with a grunt, shot her right foot into Antonio's face quickly. If she was lucky, he'd be at least seeing stars...and at the most he'd be seeing pitch black, if it were to hit. Her arms came up as her left foot landed harshly back on the mat, flat. She curled her whole body and pushed off with her left leg, flipping out of the strangle hold she'd been put under with difficulty; after all, there was still pressure on her neck. Landing on her feet, she shook her head slowly, shoulders slumped before she peered at her opponent.

Her green eyes seemed to simmer with frustration. She was getting tired of him monkey-ing out of things and seeming to think she was hugging him most times. Still, it was up to him to get the game moving again, and Aryn was waiting for him to make the first move, even if it was running around the ring as he'd been doing the majority of the fight.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio ate a foot to the face. The foot went right to his jaw. Antonio's jaw felt he tried to chew a jawbreaker, but it slipped in his mouth, almost getting his tonque by accident. He tried to keep his mouth closed. The pain rocked his head for a second.

'Ouch. I knew that wasn't going to work as well as I thought.'

Antonio looked at Aryn, she managed to get the legs out of the way, and escape the choke. All the sudden she somehow curled up, and got out standing up. Antonio thought to himself once again and he had a look of surprise, on his face that became apparent, unless Aryn was turned around. But Antonio thought to himself

'You could have just won. But you didn't know it, but I saw a loss for myself. Instead you are giving me another chance? Why would you give me that chance? What do you have planned?'

Antonio stood up, right after his opponent stood up. He was now in his area of expertise once more. The ground proved to be a great struggle, and Antonio was now more cautious of takedowns. He had his opponent in the center of the ring. Antonio was near the ropes, but now he had a chance to confuse his opponent.

Antonio started shuffling at a fast pace, around his opponent in a circle, while looking at her. He made sure that she was not anywhere in kicking range while circling Aryn. Approaching her from all sorts of angles would not create just confusion, but the diversion was also to make her feel discomfort, and irritated.

'At this rate, I am going to go faster than the Mach 5 in terms of speed, and I will have enough agility to avoid a couple strikes, kicks, headbutts, elbows, knees, charges, takedowns, ANYTHING. If she charges through my circle to attack me, it's over for her, because I will change directions as many times as I have to when she attacks, but I will run in the same direction for now. BUT if she manages to slip out of my circle, to change her postion, she will be cornered, and I have to close the range.'

Antonio kept his eyes on his opponent and had a happy expression on his face, as the wind passed over his mask. He used his massive ammounts of agility to circle around his opponent, staying away from any line of attack.

'Only problem is, if I close the range, she is going to take me down to the ground again. I have to use the ring somehow. I haven't really done anything besides a jump. I have to use the ropes, the mat, the turnbuckle. Everything is at my advantage here, so I will go through this little by little. She is a street fighter of some kind, I am a luchador. She is going to be good anywhere she goes. I am going to be good only in a ring.'

Antonio simply waited for his opponent to do something, he would still do what he was doing in the meantime. Antonio thinks once more to himself;

'She probably won't fall for it. She has alot of logic in the lines of her attack. I have to keep this up, until something is done. Do something, so we can continue the match, or this is going to turn into an 100 meter dash.'

[Odin Reeves]

[This match has ended, Aryn advances. PM's sent to either side.]

[Zeniro]

I see I'm not needed here.