2 Anna Daniels vs. 10 Nicholas Pfefferman
The entire area fades to black, causing the PRIMEates in attendance to steadily come to a hush. After a moment, the beginning guitar notes of Solid Space’s “A Darkness In My Soul” begin. Nothing comes on the PRIME*view to note exactly who is coming out. Suddenly, a spotlight pierces through the dark pointed to the top on the entrance ramp. Anna Daniels stands there, her profile positioned towards the light. She lets it wash over her while letting the fans get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, she glances at the ring with a small smirk on her face.
As The Muse takes her time heading to the ring, she wistfully observes the goings on around her as if getting into a certain type of groove that only she can hear. Her strolling sways almost like she’s dancing from time to time. Her robe and headpiece–once more regal and dazzling artifacts from her homeplanet–are in various stages of disrepair and utter damage. Anna slaps a hand or two, nods a little to those in attendance. Once ringside, she motions for somebody to take the robe and headpiece which when taken nearly make the poor sap fall over.
She makes her way to the stairs and slinks along the apron, wiping her feet before entering the ring. Immediately after, she nearly chases off the ref in a sudden blur of action before smiling yet again. Casually, she strolls to a corner with her head bopping before perching herself onto the top rope laid out like a French girl people like to paint.
“Reaper” by Frankie and the Witch Fingers signals the imminent arrival of Nicholas Pfefferman. In contrast to his flashy opponent, Pfefferman quickly strides out. On his way to the ring, he stops to look at the crowd, his eyes wide and wild. He lectures a few of the PRIMEates unfortunate enough to be within earshot of him. He notices the MGM Grand’s security team watching him very closely, looking for any reason to jump. He sneers and shakes his head in disgust. Pfefferman slides into the ring and quickly jumps Anna Daniels!
DING DING!
Nick Stuart: Oh come on! What a lack of sportsmanship!
Richard Parker: You gotta keep your head on a swivel, Nick! Besides, Mr. Pfefferman’s been under a lot of stress lately! You’d lose your temper too, if you were in his shoes.
Pfefferman grabs a wristlock on the downed Daniels, placing one hand on their shoulder and cranking up. Daniels works up to their knees and rolls through to get to their feet. Pfefferman still has the wristlock applied though, and cranks it again. This keeps Anna incapacitated long enough for Pfefferman to transition the hold into a hammerlock. Daniels does their best to keep their wits about them as they look for an escape. Reversing the hold goes nowhere. Trying to pick an ankle isn’t an option. Anna does manage to grab a hold of the teacher’s head in a ¾ facelock. They then jump up and swing outward, sending Pfefferman hurling forward with a snapmare!
Pfefferman is up quickly and charges forward in frustration. He gets a pinpoint kick to the hamstring for his impatience. He grabs for the attacked area while Daniels loads up another kick. Pfefferman manages to catch this one, however, and transitions it into a double leg takedown. He’s quick to float over to the side, grabbing the arm again. He twists Anna’s arm into a top wristlock. Daniels slams the mat with their free arm in pain and frustration. Again, Daniels starts to work their way to their feet. Pfefferman keeps the pressure on the hold. Anna tugs the two towards the ropes and when close enough, runs up to the top before flying off and causing Pfefferman to snap over with an improvised arm drag!
Nick Stuart: Pfefferman has his target picked and it’s Anna’s arm. They keep finding ways to get out of his holds, though!
Richard Parker: It’s just a matter of time, Nick. These tricks won’t keep working on a man of Mr. Pfefferman’s intellect for too long!
Pfefferman slaps the mat and quickly pounces on the still recovering Daniels. He rocks them with a strong European uppercut. A second one sends Daniels reeling to the corner. While there, Pfefferman applies a rope assisted hammerlock. Elvis Nixon starts to count, getting to four before Pfefferman releases the hold… before kicking the rope that Anna’s arm is still entwined in! Daniels yelps in pain and stumbles out of the corner, collapsing to their knees towards the middle of the ring. Pfefferman pulls Daniels to their feet, applying a hammerlock before then scooping their opponent up and slamming them down onto their arm! He makes a cover, holding the abused arm down!
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Pfefferman looks to finish and hooks in a chicken wing on the injured arm of his downed adversary. Anna squirms and keeps their other arm free. They manage to work their way to their knees as an increasingly frustrated Pfefferman keeps trying to hook the free arm. Daniels gets their feet under them, but instead of just standing up, they slickly slide behind the teacher. They quickly hook the arms and drop him with a Tiger Suplex! Daniels collapses without a bridge, clutching their assaulted appendage. Pfefferman, having landed high on his back/shoulders, is flat on his face.
Nick Stuart: What a thunderous suplex! This could be a turning point for Anna Daniels!
Richard Parker: Don’t count out Mr. Pfefferman out yet! He’ll figure out a way to get the advantage back.
The two combatants wearily climb to their feet. Pfefferman, still a bit loopy from the Tiger Suplex, clumsily charges forward. In his haste, he gets planted again with a Spike Hurricanrana! Daniels keeps shaking out their arm, in obvious pain. They grab Pfefferman and pull him to his feet in a clinch. Anna sends a barrage of knee strikes to the body and hamstrings. Pfefferman does his best to guard against the attack, but is mostly unsuccessful. As Daniels goes to release Pfefferman, he’s quick to take advantage of the opening, locking in the SMALL Package!
ONE
TWO
THR-NO, KICKOUT!
Pfefferman continues to try and stay aggressive. He lands a European uppercut, but Daniels quickly responds with a right hook! Another European uppercut, responded with a left body punch! Yet another European uppercut! Anna is clearly sick of getting tagged with these, as they go to the eyes with an eye gouge! Pfefferman drops to the ground, vehemently complaining to referee Nixon, who lightly admonishes Daniels. Anna nonchalantly shrugs before pelting the downed Pfefferman with short, stiff kicks towards the ribs. He does his best to cover up, something that appears to be a losing battle. Nixon backs Daniels off to check on Pfefferman. In short order, he pops up and dashes towards Daniels, earning himself a Sombras Que Corta for his troubles! They go for the cover!
Nick Stuart: This could be it!
Richard Parker: Kick out, Mr. Pfefferman!
ONE
TWO
THRE-NO, KICKOUT!
Daniels, still favoring their arm, waits for Pfefferman to climb to his feet. When he does, he’s immediately blasted with an enzuigiri. The educator looks to be out on his feet! Daniels bends him down and locks the arms, looking to hit Oncoming Storm. They go to lift him, but barely get him up before dropping him down and clutching their arm. Pfefferman moves rapidly behind Anna, grabbing a waistlock and hitting a German Suplex!
ONE
TWO
THR-NO, KICKOUT!
Pfefferman slowly climbs to his feet, arguing with Nixon; first, that the count was a three and then that he’s counting too slow. As this is happening, Anna Daniels finds their way to the corner, using it to help them to their feet. Seeing an opening, Pfefferman charges his woozy and cornered opponent. Daniels manages to slip between the top and middle ropes and Pfefferman smashes into the corner before stumbling backwards and collapsing! Anna makes their way to the top as quickly as their body will allow. They take a second to balance themself before flying off with Cake of Death?, ending in a leg drop from the corkscrew shooting star!
Nick Stuart: OH MAN! What a slice of cake that was!
Richard Parker: Cake?! That looked like death to me!
Daniels stands and measures their opponent. Pfefferman slowly climbs to his feet, dazed and confused. He gets caught with another enzuigiri. Before the practically unconscious teacher can collapse, Anna bends him over and hooks the arms. They take a deep breath and with all their might, lift the man up… and drop him down with Oncoming Storm! Howling in pain and clutching their arm, they scoot to the knocked out Pfefferman and hook the leg with their good arm.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Vince Howard: The winner of this match….ANNA DANIELS!
Anna gets to her feet as Elvis Nixon raises their hand. If one were to look closely, they’d see little stars circling around the dazed math professor’s head.
Nick Stuart: An impressive win for Anna Daniels here tonight and she is onto the next round. We’re going to take a quick commercial break and we’ll be right back!