Lilliana Grells Vs Fizzy Dyle

Lilliana Grells "The Lady Feral" vs Fizzy Dyle

Pinfall or Submission, Hentai Allowed, Standard Match Rules

first match in the Fur and Feathers league was already starting and here she was back stage, donning her mask and getting herself to fight the one on one battle that would be her first here. Checking herself over, she quickly made her way to the exit to where she could go down the ramp to the ring. A growl to a roar was heard over the speakers and with that she burst onto the stage as heavy rock music played for her entrance. The tigress was ready to fight, donning a yellow two piece wrestling attire with boots of the dame color with the ends cut to let her clawed feet out.

She pushed away the long red hair that was under her mask, a mane of it, jumping and sliding into the ring as she gave her own mighty roar on top of a turnbuckle, showing off for the audience and fans. Jumping down she readied for her opponent, being now checked over by the bird girl referee as she waited.

When Fizzy's entrance theme is played in the arena, the crocodile makes his appearance crawling under the titantron, the belly very close to the floor. He waves his long and strong tail as he crawls along a few meters, then finally stands up. He claps his hands and hops on his feet, making his way to the ring with a sort of dance.

Moving between the top and the middle rope, he enters the ring and dances a lap on the ring. He eventually stops on his corner, makes a sign to the bird female referee, and stares at his opponent. Whilst the crocodile stays barefeet, the feline girl has only her clawed toes outside of her boots. The music stops, and Fizzy Dyle looks at Lilliana up and down with a playful smile.

« I wonder how does a kitty taste like in my mouth... »

He licks his lips and snickers.

The tigress grinned, crouching own as she studied the croc competitor, "Kitten has claws," she retorts, slashing a few times in the air just to show off. She wasn't letting much leeway in the mental battle at the moment, trained only on him and ready rush out at a minutes notice, to pounce and tear the lizard apart.

"I'm gonna make ya into a scratchin' post lizard boy, so get ready for your beating," she taunts him.

Fizzy Dyle laughs a bit. He stretches his neck and smells his opponent. Then he hops on the spot, bouncing from one foot to the other.

« Bad news for you, kitty : I'm not any lizard. I'm a crocodile. »

He motions her to approach.

« Come closer to my maw if you dare... »

"Dare!" she shouts as she pounces forward as soon as the bell rings, the match officially on. The tigress wasted no time, intent on beating the snot out of the crocodilian fighter and ripping him right into a nice leather purse. Her first attacks were simple swipes with her claws, toying with him while she tested the waters.

Yes she dares. Exactly what Fizzy Dyle wanted. His usual strategy is to taunt his opponents in order to make them attack so he can counter them. Usually, Fizzy Dyle is not on the first offensive. His goal in the beginning of this match was to get the feline to make the first assault, and that's exactly what Fizzy earns.

The crocodile would sidestep and vigorously sweep Lilliana's legs with his tail. If it succeeds, he would go to the ground with a side headlock. His plan is to wear the girl out with quick submission moves.

Left defenseless, she was tricked up the crocodile, falling on to her back. It wasn't too long before she could even attempt to recover and jump back to her feet when he wrapped his arms around her for a head lock, wearing her down a bit early in the match. It wasn't a good position, the tigress trying to shake the scaly opponent but finding not much purpose, instead trying to reach out for the ropes to go for a rope break, forcing her freedom through the referee.

Fizzy doesn't manage to catch her on the ground, but it's still a headlock and the crocodile does his best to wear the feline out even while standing up. His opponent fidgets, and even if Fizzy maintains the submission hold, he has to make some steps so as not to lose balance. Eventually, Lilliana reaches out the ropes. The girl referee claps on the reptile's shoulder and counts for the rope break. At “2”, Fizzy breaks the hold and steps backward, raising his hands up.

« Easy to catch you, kitty. Come on... I don't bite, hahaha... »

A crocodile that doesn't bite? What a joke... But the only purpose here is again to taunt the opponent and to get him making a mistake.

To say Lilliana was getting pretty mad was an understatement. The crocodile had really riled her up and she was getting not only that but rather excited. A challenge to really get her engines going. Immediately she ran towards him again, ducking and low and going for a few swipes and jabs to the stomach, followed by a strong uppercut she hoped would bring that lizard boy down a peg.

"Raaa!" she roared out.

Lilliana dashes again, with an angry roar. Fizzy knows that he managed to get on her mind and that's a good point for him. He sides step so as not to get tackled by the feline girl, and deflects some jabs while receiving a few other in the stomach, but his scales are enough to make them rather uneffective. But what Fozzy doesn't see coming, is the uppercut that slams the bottom of his long snout.

Fizzy staggers, half stunned. Maybe he was getting too cocky and underestimated the agility of the feline girl.