Chloe Mason vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Two of a Kind

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.

Fighting a woman.

See, this? This was the reason Sin should’ve gotten a contract.

She had many tastes in life, many vices, and they all centered around sadism of some kind. She’d long ago accepted that, and embraced it. She loved picking people apart, ripping them to shreds, grinding them to dust. It was the highest pleasure, and joining the AFW was a license to do it at will. So few rules to stop her, so many things she could get away with. It was a paradise.

But, that being said, she’d joined Tension for a reason. While she swung both ways when it came to many things, breaking men was something that she had so few avenues for outside of the AFW. She wanted to get the most out of it when she was with the company, savor a flavor that didn’t cross her plate nearly enough. She thought that’d be the case, but then management had to go and throw this little curveball her way.

She was taking on Chloe Mason.

Sin didn’t even know who that was, and she didn’t much care. Probably some idiot waif that stumbled in from Friction, one of the skinny bitches that couldn’t win two matches in a row, not worth her time. A waste of her time, really, but she’d make the most of it.

Her music played and Sin came strolling down to the ring, ignoring the waves of boos that came her way. While she was still new with the company, she was already building up a reputation, the idiots in the crowd already pinning her to be the villain. Not that she cared for the title. Or their opinion. Or anything. But it was nice to have the hate flowing her way, a good sign that she was doing something right. Who knew? Maybe, if her opponent was cute enough, she could get a whole new level of crowd-hate from leaving her bloody and crying.

Considering the possibilities, her mind out and wondering, she rolled into the ring, skipped on over to the opposite corner, and sat on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed, lazily stretching out as she waited for her victim to arrive.

"Hmmmm..."

There was a lot to take in as she looked at the recorded fight footage of her opponent for tonight. Sitting at her desk with the two big bodyguards side by side. Said opponent was not a veteran, but there was a lot that she managed to gather in a short amount of time. And in that footage, one thing would come in her mind: this one has a real penchant for violence.

No wonder why she is in Tension.

Moon Sin-Jae. Korean. That was obvious. Perhaps even more so with the style she used in those fights. Chloe can recognise Taekwondo anywhere. It may be her own unique take on it, but it was still Taekwondo. Everything screamed trained fighter, especially when it comes to her movements, absolutely flawless in her kicks. Might give Chloe herself a run for her money. Maybe.

Perhaps that was the reason why management decided to match them up. And so far Chloe was starting to see a pattern. Being paired up against yet another kicker. First it was Dmitri, then it was Eliza. Now it's Moon. They certainly know how to pick her opponents and Chloe would have a lot of fun sinking her teeth into. Course, this would be perhaps a step up to the past two aforementioned opponents and she didn't think the Dancing Passion herself could be topped following their battle. The ex-commissioner had high expectations, and she wondered if the Korean could surpass them.

Her internal thoughts were soon disrupted by something, which would follow by a loud bang on the mahogany desk and a muffled, tired moan "Shhhh~ Quiet you." Chloe would say, not at all even looking down as her eyes were kept fixated on the footage of Moon demolishing her previous victim. In quick fashion mind you. A simple axe kick and she was done for.

Another bang would follow, only this time it was by the stage hand telling her it's time. The blonde would wave him off, shutting the laptop down before turning in her chair. Looking down with her bare feet already covered in something. Saliva. The two bodyguards would come face her, one with a soft towel and another with her red Jimmy Choo heels. "Mmmm... getting better." A smile curled ok her ruby lips, rather sinister. "Perhaps you might have a more bigger talent than that brain of yours." After the full wipedown, Chloe would slip in her heels, making her way out with one of her bodyguards, the other dragging someone from underneath the table. She looked to be the perfect fit of feminine beauty and physical strength, slim in body but deceptively strong, looking like she had been in sports her whole life. Perky breasts, beautiful yellow eyes. A natural British beauty...that is looking rather beat up and a mess, especially between the legs. "Leave her there. I'll be back for her shortly." She ordered as she headed out of the door. "Right after I finish playing with this one..."


Her music would play out next, the mood of the crowd changing as they greeted the ex-commissioner with cheers, Chloe gracing Kyoto's horny men and women in attendance once again. Sitting on the shoulders of her two trusty men as they walked down the ramp, the crowd wouldn't have a chance to shake her hand. Not that they would, simply settling in watching with awe. Legs crossed, over another, getting closer and closer to the ring. And the lackadaisical Moon lazily stretching out. She looked bored. Very bored. That might change after the first few attacks were thrown.

They stopped on the turnbuckle, letting Chloe hop off and get on the apron, sitting on the middle ring where the two men would take one heel each, unsheathing her now known weapons, which gave another cheer, before slipping underneath the top rope, moving towards her own corner, orally-pedicured feet padding the canvas, her gaze watching the Korean, getting a very good look up front. "I can see you're excited for this." She said sarcastically, sensing this was perhaps further from the truth. Her arms draped on the ropes, back resting on the turnbuckle and her legs crossed.

Sin had been running a few ideas through her mind when Chloe’s music finally hit, pondering the best ways to make the most of a less than ideal situation. As frustrated as she was, she could squeeze some lemonade out of these lemons. Maybe wrap the bitch up in the ropes and use her for a punching bag. Been a while since she had good practice, and her feet always struck harder when they were fed some meat.

That idea - scintillating as it was - flew from Sin’s mind the moment her opponent came strutting out - or, to be more precise, two apes came strutting out with her on their shoulders. The woman carried herself with long, bold strides, moving like a queen, and that image was helped by the brutes she had accompanying her. Big, thick looking thugs, big enough to be wrestlers themselves. An entourage? Not something she with too m many wrestlers here in the AFW. Points for being unique, she’d give Chloe that much.

The woman came up on the apron, and after having her shoes taken off like they were hiding prized treasures, she made her way around the ring, regarding Sin with about as much enthusiasm as Sin appeared to regard her. Inwardly, she was interested - far more interested than she was a minute ago, anyway. Outwardly, she kept her look bemused, save for a raised eyebrow.

She didn't’ say anything. Didn’t speak. Didn’t respond.

Not verbally, anyway.

Instead, she hopped off the turnbuckle and took a stroll across the ring, nice and leisurely. Didn't rush. Didn’t dash in. She just kept her eyes locked on Chloe the whole time as she neared, and she’d keep on coming, too, unless she was stopped. All the way until they were close. All the way until Sin’s body was mashing up against Chloe’s. All the way until they were eye to eye and chest to chest, with their legs mingling.

Intimidation? Yes. Fun? Also, yes. She wanted to see how Chloe reacted.

Chloe had made it a thing where she tends to save the walking until she would step inside of the ring, just to keep up with the gravitas of a Queen. The crowd are eating it up and, even though she may not know it, Sin was interested. Though of course, all she has gotten is the same expression with a hint of bemusement.

The two bodyguards would move to one side of the ring as per usual, never have been used for actual bodyguard duties but there was always the chance that anything could happen. But with them, Chloe could focus on the task at hand. Which happens to be the Korean standing before her.

Sin would move away from her own side of the ring, strolling towards the ex-commissioner. Chloe kept her own gaze connected with Sin's, even as they came close. Too close in fact. Her body mashed with the blonde. Eyes locked, Chloe pushed her body a bit more, smiling back, looking a bit more like a Bond Villain. Inwardly, she was amused. An intimidation tactic. That she knew so well having watched plenty of fights in her time. Simply, she wasn't going to back down. Chloe had figured that she might be the first female opponent that Sin had faced, considering they have all been in the opposite gender. Even more, amused in her thoughts considering Tension women's track record with Friction wrestlers. Or to be more specific, other females. There might be a correlation here, something that she recently picked up but the American seeks to look into the matter more if her hypothesis proved correct.

Though her mind was a bit more focused on the fact that Sin wasn't talking. No response. "You know, you're not the first mute that I've faced." More referencing the time she faced Black Crow recently. One that also did not seem to speak at all... At least till she broke her. It would be pretty interesting that she faced another silent type, though she would have to confirm if she was indeed silent, to begin with. Their own legs mingled with each other, the blonde raising her leg ever so slightly, but enough so she could place the ball of her foot on top of Sin' instep. Gently so. Not putting her weight down on it so it's more like a fly resting on it, but just so she would send a message.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Sin wasn’t sure what kind of response she’d get from Chloe, but she had her ideas. Maybe the woman would push her away, wanting to make some space, not sure how to handle it. Maybe she’d throw a blow before Sin could get close - she was hoping for that one, thinking it might give her opening to kick this whole thing off in her favor.

Nope. None of the sort. Instead, Chloe held her ground. Unfazed. Even got into the moment a little, placing her foot on top of Sin’s. A little countershow of dominance. Okay.

This, she could work with.

Sin had a low, long chuckle at Chloe’s words. ”Mute?” She took a couple of steps away, feet lazing sliding along the mat as she brushed a few hairs out of her vision. ”Oh, I’ve got plenty to say.”

That last word had barely finished coming out of Sin’s lips before she spun into action - quite literally. She turned on her heel, swung about, and shot her leg straight out in a flash, sending a spinning hook kick towards Chloe’s face at high speeds. Best to start this match off on her terms.

Even the smallest and simpler things can be ignored or not understood by most onlookers, but one with a curious eye could get the intricate details from a typical stare down. Most fights can be won without even throwing a strike. The mental side of a match is just as important. So it wasn't surprising that Sin would try her hand in a bit of intimation. The Korean got all up in Chloe's personal space, bodies touching, eyes locked with each other. The American would place her foot on top of Sin's. Enough for Sin to notice. Keeping her weight off it does cause her legs to flex a bit, which helps as their respective legs mingled briefly. Sin would indeed say a few words, which at least confirmed her thoughts that she wasn't a mute. Good. Least she has someone to chat with.

Though it wouldn't be long till they'll let "other things" do the talking. Sin would back up and Chloe would watch, not once did she leave her eyes on Sin's. Especially once Sin began to spin. And Chloe instantly knew what it would be. A kick to the head. Of course. It's not a bad target, truth be told. And Chloe could admire it, especially since it's designed to smack her right in the face like a more powerful version of a bitch slap. Not that she could ever know that since Chloe had zero intention in letting it get that far. The main thing a hook kick had going for it was the unorthodox angle. But should you get past that...

Well, that is what Chloe seeks to demonstrate. As Sin spun, so would she, turning in the opposite direction compared to Sin's own pivot. Leaning her body down some, her leg shot out high for the same type of kick. It would seem to be that Chloe looked to fire an attack of her own or a counter. Not exactly. Her actual intention was just to stop the Korean"s kick in its tracks, leg attempting to knock onto it to the point where Sin's foot stopped inches near her face. Chloe however, would also stop her attack short, her sole wrinkled due to the curve being made to seemingly accommodate and smack Sin's face perfectly. Just to make it clear to Sin what kind of opponent she was going up against.

Sin was liking this. Even before she launched her attack, even before the bell rang, she was kind of liking this.

Easy prey could be fun, and truth told, Sin preferred it...but there was something to be said for the fighters, too. The ones who could give her real, genuine challenge. She was a blade that needed to stay sharp, after all, and that meant she needed to hit the grindstone every once and a while. Could Chloe do that for? Maybe, maybe not. Early reports were promising, though.

Most opponent’s would’ve been caught off guard by the kick and taken it hard, opening Sin up to all sorts of fun times. A small few might’ve had the alacrity to dodge or block it. Chloe? She was a different kind of beast.

To Sin’s great surprise, she found a foot in her own face, as her attack was halt and the two of them wound up frozen in mirror position...mostly. Chloe broke that picture with a slight slap in the face from her foot, making Sin’s head jerk back and bringing a rare surprised gaze across her face.

Like that, huh? Okay.

Sin gave the side of Chloe’s foot a quick lick, dabbing it with her tongue, before she took a leap back to make some distance between them. The gap didn’t stay open for long, though, as she leaped forward and shot her leg up high, looking to smack Chloe in the chin with a snap kick.

Chloe figured to go with a more..."poetic" way to start things off. If Sin wanted to start that way then she has no qualms with that. There was that nagging curiosity that Sin wouldn't have known what Chloe could do, as well as her penchant for striking an opponent with her own feet.

A hook kick of her own should do the trick.

Having the assiduity with which what Sin could try for, Chloe reacted and their own legs clashed. It would have been the best shot for a photo... though the Korean's look on her face when the blonde hit her was arguably better. Barely seen it even with Sin's trained foot just an inch from her face and all of its natural musk radiating off it. Chloe did like the hook kick as an attack. Tricky, unorthodox, but the impact has to be juuuuust right in order to really relish in it. The type that would be similar to slap, the connection, the sound has to be right. Chloe merely got the less powerful version of it, but the look of her face made up for it. Meeting Sin's surprised look with Chloe's grin which grew. A lot.

Even more so once she felt something damp touching the side of her foot. It was undeniable on what it was and Chloe knew. The one organ that has cleaned that foot from the many men and women that have fell victim to her. Would Sin fall too? Well, if she did then it certainly wouldn't be easy. Reacting with a soft purr, she let that same foot drop down to the canvas as Sin leaped back before hopping back in shortly. No, leaping up to be most specific for a more simple-but-still-devastating-should-it-land snap kick. The ex-commissioner was still on guard, and even so, her reflexes just about managed to save her, only jerking her head back in time to avoid the blow by exiguous inches. All the meanwhile, Chloe's leg would fire the same kind of kick, only that hers was a grounded version and instead aimed at her navel. Toes flexed back and the ball of her foot ready to embrace flesh once more.

While 99% of Sin was focused on the match - winning, dominating, crushing, the usual - there was a 1% that was trying to figure out Chloe’s style. Tae Kwon Do? Maybe. She definitely had the body for it, and she wasn’t just talking about the physical. Good poise. Balance. Movement. Confidence. That wasn’t the sort of thing that came out of thin air, even if you were trained. There was some experience, here. Experience that Sin typically saw when she looked in a mirror.

Or not. Maybe she was reading too much into this, a match that wasn’t even a minute old. One way to find out, she was sure on that.

Chloe was swift on her feet, with good instincts to back that speed up, able to dodge Sin’s snapping kick. Barely, mind you, but even that was better than most could’ve ever hoped, and it was more than enough to take Sin by surprise - she’d put too much force into the move, throwing her body forward, and she needed a moment to correct.

Not a problem, she’d just spin around on the ball of her foot, bring that leg around, and-

Or not. It turned out that Chloe was faster on the draw than Sin expected that time, too, and there was a kick with her name on it. This one came hard into her stomach, landing with enough impact to knock her back a step, knocking some wind out of her, and bringing a small smile to her face. ”Not bad, not bad.”

The one thing that seems to be a recurring theme when it comes to Chloe is how much she tends to surprise her opponents. Especially when it comes to facing someone with a style that is relatively similar to hers. While it may be a similar style to TKD, Chloe only took a flavour of it, using parts to make her own style. And it does work for her. If it worked on one Taekwondo user before (coincidentally also from Tension), so it could work on her too.

Naturally with pretty good reflexes, Chloe just about dodge that last kick from Sin. A millisecond slower and she would have been hit. More and more she saw the differences from Dmitri and seeing it up close and personal did get her heart racing. Something she could really dig into.

Quick on the draw, her grounded snap kick found its target, striking some air out of the Korean and even having her on the backfoot. If Sin had good ears (as well as stellar skills), she would have been able to hear that soft purr out of Chloe the moment her foot sank deep into her gut. A satisfying target, indeed. Though nothing could beat the connection between a foot to face.

Speaking of which...

"Not seen anything yet." She said simply, her leg would lower down, using it to step forward as her other leg would swing up in its place, pretty high in fact, toes just about pointing up towards the heavens for a brief point of time...all before it would descend down towards the Korean. An axe kick carries its own risk, but should it smack clean right onto Sin's pretty face, then it would be all worth it.