!Challenge

Michael_Walraven: !set health 60

@Michael_Walraven's HEALTH is set to 60 / 60

Michael_Walraven: !set @Georgia_Ellenwood health 50
@Georgia_Ellenwood's HEALTH is set to 50 / 50

Michael_Walraven: ERROR|3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZuU_9Tm_sY&list=RDoZuU_9Tm_sY&start_radio=1
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Michael_Walraven: I burst from backstage to roars as the crowded arena practically vibrates. I look around and stand tall and confident with a single fist raised high above my head. Then punch it violently forward as I walk towards the ring. Coming off a tough loss in my last federation match, I’m determined and looking forward to getting back in the win column. I storm up the steps and move through the ropes. Making a quick lap around the ring as the crowd noise begins to level out. I move into my corner and turn towards the center. Beginning warm up and get my body ready as I await my opponents entrance. Ready to rumble!

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: The lights flash in tune with the beat of my entrance theme, the crowd roaring so load it could probably be measured on the richter scale. We've talked to each other backstage many times, always about who could beat who - now there'll be video proof to see who's theory is correct. Will the Tombstone bury me, or will my Gorgeous abilities shine too bright for you? I've had a busy year thus far, and I've loved every second of it. Win or lose, I've been enjoying the process, and after your loss, I'm looking to make sure your name is synonymous with the letter L. For fun, I let Michael choose my outfit, and it's quite a comfy fit - perfect for when I inevitably beat him as I slide into the ring with poise like a ballerina.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Once I'm in the ring, I pose to the crowd, taking their cheers and adoration to fuel me even more, ready to give my all against someone I know will stop at nothing to win... and that's just what I want!

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Michael_Walraven: Hearing the music change and the lights match. I look towards the entrance and see you. Smiling at my excellent choice in your attire. Thinking about all the of the chatting and trash talk exchanged backstage for so long, has now all come to fruition. Before I know it you are in the ring and posing for the crowd, and me of course. I roll my shoulders and neck as you finish up and settle into your corner. “Hey gorgeous, don’t worry, you’ll still be sexy once I’m done working you over!” I tease you with a smile and wink

Georgia_Ellenwood: I chuckle at your little tease, and can tell you're just as excited as I am to fight! You're looking more toned than usual as well... if you worked harder just for me, I'm flattered (even if that will be for nothing🤭). Nice and loose, I nod my head and smirk, responding with "I'll always look good, and I'll look better when I pin you." Before looking at the ref and waiting for him to ring the bell to let us finally fight!

Michael_Walraven: “Oh I bet, too bad that’s only a dream and not reality…”

Michael_Walraven: The bell sounds and our match is underway! I raise my guard and begin to approach you. Smirking and slowly moving towards you to close the distance. I get to the center of the ring and extend my hands out for a test of strength to get us started.

Michael_Walraven: !clinch
I step in and grab you in a clinch.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your little comment fails at phasing me - it gives me even more excitement to know you're as confident as ever! But enough thinking, now time to act! And act I do, accepting your test of strength, my hands interlocking with your beefier hands. Your strength is immediately felt, feeling like I'm doing the hardest isometric holds ever! You're strong, and I don't think I can match you at all in strength with you fresh, so I try and wriggle my hands free quickly.

Georgia_Ellenwood: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Michael_Walraven: I hold your hands in mine and squeeze them tightly to not let you escape. Smirking as I feel you push against me, but my size difference is not going to be easily over come. I hold you tight in my hands and then try to bull rush forward and slam you into the corner! My hands will release yours if we impact

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack missed.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Crap! Your grip is like a vice, not allowing me to escape at all - and that smirk tells me there's something planned with us this close - but I'm a fighter for a reason. That reason being to give it my all, no matter what! Feeling you push forward, your intention being to slam my back against the corner, I shift myself to my left and try to counter the movement - looking to use your momentum against you to have you be in the corner. And once you're in the corner, it'll be more fun for me...

Georgia_Ellenwood: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Michael_Walraven: I bull rush forward and begin to try and drive you into the corner. Having you in my grasp for a couple of steps before you are able to swiftly counter and flip us around. Pretty foolish of me to think I could just easily dominate a wrestler with your experience. However, I’m able to catch myself pretty quickly and I plant my feet and stop our momentum. “Not gonna happen!” As we stand still near the corner. I drop your hands and try to slam my foot into your stomach for a kick!

Michael_Walraven: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. HEALTH down to 45.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Despite my technical intelligence, your raw power shines brighter, being able to halt the momentum like a bull. And to top that off, you're quick! Quick enough that your boot slams into my lower abs well, causing me to stumble back to the corner of the ring... that was good. Hissing through my breath, I know I'm cornered but try and use it to my advantage, bursting off of the corner for a quick retaliating dropkick aimed for your chest!

Georgia_Ellenwood: !kick 2d6
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5 damage. HEALTH down to 55.

Michael_Walraven: I’m able to reverse you and my kick finds its mark as it collides with your lower stomach. Smirking at you as you stumble back. “Aww what happened gorgeous? Didn’t account for me being gmmmmph!!” I can’t even finish my taunt as you show me that even if I’m fast, you’re faster. Springing to life as your feet slam into my chest for a drop kick. The kick catches me off guard and I fall onto my back. A swift shooting pain stings as I roll to my knee. I growl as I look at you and try to explode off the canvas with my arm extended to take you down with a clothesline!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack missed.

Georgia_Ellenwood: "You talk too much you know?" I spit back after cutting you off, and dropping you early into the match! The crowd roars their approval, and that gives me the confidence to keep going hard. However, you've got other plans, bursting forward to attempt a clothesline that would put me down on my back...if it landed of course🤭. I see it coming, most people my size would, but instead of ducking under, I look to follow through with a Pele kick for your head!

Georgia_Ellenwood: https://images.app.goo.gl/R9Bba

Georgia_Ellenwood: !attack 2d6
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚂ 3 = 4 damage. HEALTH down to 51.

Michael_Walraven: Come at you hard and fast and try to take your head off with my clothesline! Big swing and a miss from me as you swift duck under it. I turn back to face you and all I see is blonde hair falling, then a swift kick that catches me the top of my head. Stunning me as I stumble back to the corner. I shake it off and see you beginning stand. “That’s it!” I sprint forward from the corner and try to slam my boot into your stomach with a punt kick!

Michael_Walraven: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HEALTH down to 34.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I chuckle at the almost animated angry look in your face, your stumbling steps shaking the ring while getting to the corner of the ring. Quite a far cry from your boastful self not long ago. You adjust quickly though, sprinting like a linebacker and catch me off guard with a punt to my midsection - my breath taken from me like you're a reaper! "Hunngggh" I let out, taking steps back again but pivoting to create angles for myself, this match feeling very much like a rock em sock em robots game, only we're the robots, just glimmering in sweat. Taking a couple quick breaths, I smirk in acknowledgement of your power, using the angle I created to step in quick for a left knee thrown for your liver, looking to take some air out of your sails... otherwise this momentum of yours can easily get out of hand

Georgia_Ellenwood: !attack 2d6
My attack missed.

Michael_Walraven: My punt slams into your stomach and I watch you stumble back from me. Hearing your wheeze and groan brings a smile to my face. “I won’t touch that pretty face of yours, doesn’t mean the rest of you won’t be black and blue….” I taunt as you smirk at me once you catch your breath. I raise my guard as you come at me quickly. Being able to get my arm down and shift away from you as your knee comes up and towards my liver. I look at you and wind my arm across my body and then turn to slam it back towards you with a vicious backhanded chop across your chest! Sweat shining off my arm as it flies towards you.

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack missed.

Georgia_Ellenwood: That smile, that taunt, and most unfortunately, your talent. All of that builds feelings in me. The first two being one of hate, but the last being one of respect as a fighter. Even still, I won't let you make me black and blue, even if there's a slight red mark on the line of my abdomen. "Don't think I'm that easy you dick!" I respond, stepping back almost like a boxer to avoid your chop, a bit of your sweat hitting my shorts. With that slight gap, I come in like a sniper, aiming to catch that rather unappealing face of yours with a super kick to your nose!

Georgia_Ellenwood: !kick 2d6
My kick missed.

Michael_Walraven: My chop swing and another big miss as you step back swiftly. You are so light on your feet. I’m almost envious of it. I look at you as my arm stops swinging and yank it back into me. Your set up for the super kick is a dead giveaway as I lean back and let the air of your foot hit me, but now your kick. Side stepping your foot as I lunge in. Trying to you step behind you and wrap my arms around your waist and then lift you up for a German suplex!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HEALTH down to 28.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Me being light on my feet has its perks, and I showed it clear as day. However, it wasn't as clear as my super kick which you read as easy as kindergarten book - stepping to the side with some grace and lunging in at your target! Getting behind me, I'm sure you would enjoy holding me a little longer, but your mind being on landing something, you throw me in a German suplex... SLAMM! My upper back crashes onto the canvas, with me laying on my front for a second before trying to roll and create some space to recover, sweat shining a lot more on me than you, emphasising every aspect of muscle visible

Georgia_Ellenwood: !recover 2d6
You recover ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HEALTH up to 36.

Michael_Walraven: My German suplex goes off without a hitch. We land and the ring shakes around as the impact hits. I lay on the canvas for a moment and take a deep breath to catch it. Then rolling over to my stomach and looking up to see you rolling away and creating space to recover. I slowly push up to my feet and begin to approach you. “You look good sweaty and getting your ass kicked…” I say as I get closer and try to kick your stomach again!

Michael_Walraven: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. HEALTH down to 29.

Georgia_Ellenwood: You must really love the sight of my midsection and your marks on it, because once again - BAMM - your boot hits my stomach for a third time! I cough in pain, the grimacing look on my face showing that these shots aren't exactly light work. But I won't give up, especially against you! So I fire back, sweat flowing like the adrenaline in me and try to attack your head again with a taekwondo style spinning back kick to your solar plexus!

Georgia_Ellenwood: !kick 2d6
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HEALTH down to 41.

Michael_Walraven: My boot finds its mark once again. Smiling and laughing as I watch you stand up. Both of us glistening with sweat. I stand there with my guard up. “Come on…. Hit me!!” I yell out and I get exactly what I wanted. You spin in a gorgeous blonde tornado and out comes your perfectly placed kick that slams into my solar plexus. My eyes widen as I hold my chest and stumble all the way back to the corner. Groaning and moaning from the impact. Quickly breathing to catch my breath. I growl and then sprint at you. Looking to take you down with ac clothesline in retaliation!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. HEALTH down to 21.

Georgia_Ellenwood: https://images.app.goo.gl/kJJJr

Georgia_Ellenwood: "Come on... Hit me!!" I mean sure, I gave you exactly what you wanted😘 enough to make you stumble to thr corner breathless for a moment. "This your first time seeing a girl this pretty?" I mock, seeing you struggle for breath, before your face seems to be overcome with pure animalistic rage! I think while moving towards you "nice, do something stupid then" but don't expect such incredible acceleration from you to almost launch at me for a clothesline!! My upper chest, right around my cleavage takes the brunt of the impact - while my back smacks onto the canvas like a sack of potatoes - you're not a happy bunny at all. And I'm not in a good spot, feeling the weight of each attack thrown at me... knowing I'm in a bad spot. That won't get to me though! My body is showing marks, sweat staining my top and my shorts, but I don't care. I use the ropes to help me get to my feet and engage a but slower, this time throwing a fast left leg kick aimed for your right calf in an attempt to get you to your knees like a good boy😚

Georgia_Ellenwood: !kick 2d6
My kick connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚁ 2 = 4 damage. HEALTH down to 37.

Michael_Walraven: My clothesline slams into your chest and drops you down next to me. Standing above you at your side, I look down and see the marks of my damage slowly forming on your sculpted body. Distracting me long enough for you to take advantage. You get up with the help of the ropes and come towards me and slam your kick into your my calf. “GAHHH!” I groan out as I drop to one knee in front of you. My left hand grabbing your hip as I fall. Then once landing, I try to swing my right fist into your stomach to keep pounding away at you!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. HEALTH down to 10.

Georgia_Ellenwood: PAP! The impact of my left leg against your calf would probably cause people my size to limp well, but I only get you to one knee. Mind you that's incredible considering the discrepancies in play, but those discrepancies drives me to fight as hard as I can... when I'm not getting hit from the man with hands of stone! Because I feel your left hand hold my hip, making my shorts a bit more low rise before punching my stomach like a baseball thrown right there!! SMACKK! Is the impact thanks to the layer of sweat coating the reddened abs, and the blow causing me to double over. To think that couldn't be worse, my head meets yours, with my lips pressing into yours accidentally!!!! The crowd goes wild for many reasons... not just for the great match, but for the kiss that's bound to go viral!

Georgia_Ellenwood: 'Fuckkk' I think to myself, before trying to quickly change this kiss into a headbutt to scramble your brains more than it might be after that kiss...

Georgia_Ellenwood: !attack 2d6
My attack missed.

Michael_Walraven: My fist slams into your stomach as I hold you steady with my other hand on your hip. Feeling like your entire body morphing around my hand of stone. The crowd grimacing as they watch this unfold. “Not so tough nnnnnmmmmmmm…” As I begin to taunt you and trash talk, you bend over and as I look up. Your soft lips meet mine. The crowd switches from grimacing to cheers for all the right and wrong reasons. I hold your hip tighter as I’m perplexed and confused from the kiss. Reality quickly sets back in as you pull away slowly. I bite at your lip to keep you but you wind back for a headbutt. My eyes widen as I narrowly move my head out of the way. Then trying to explode upwards, your head on my shoulder, my hands wrapping around your ass and lifting you up. All in one motion to try and pick you up and slam you down for a spinebuster!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HEALTH down to 4.

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: "Fuck...you..." I groan back at you mocking me for my toughness. I don't know what you're made of, but you're significantly tougher than a lot of other guys I've faced - it's almost refreshing while being motivating too. But enough about the future... I'm in the now... and right now I'm getting my ass handed to me! You're having fun, biting at my lip to keep me despite my headbutt attempt, before countering with that explosive power for a DEVASTATING spine buster that rattles the ring! I lay sprawled on the ring for a beat, cameras taking as many photos of me with sweat glistening off me. But I am a believer of giving everything I've got to the end, so in a somewhat weak attempt while you're on top of me after the slam, I throw a right elbow aimed for your head. Stupid? Maybe. But defiant? Definitely.

Georgia_Ellenwood: !attack 2d6
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HEALTH down to 30.

Michael_Walraven: I slam you down onto your back hard with a spinebuster and slowly pull off your body. The ring shaking violently from the impact. Looking down at your chest heaving and the sweat glistening from not only the arena lights but also the camera that gets in close to get the close up of your body. “Ugh…. Just submit to me already… I know you want tAAAAAHHH!” I groan out loudly as your elbow cracks me on the jaw. My eyes flutter for a moment before catching myself over you. My arms stretched out as I look down into your eyes. Shaking my head as I rear back up and try to slam my forearm into your chest from my mounted position above you!

Michael_Walraven: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HEALTH down to -5.

Georgia_Ellenwood: BAM! My elbow connects true, causing you to get slightly stunned... but I think the weight difference shows clearly now with how quick you recovered. I block high, expecting a head shot from the position you're in, the crowd looking in awe at the power you have, and surprised you are brains as much as brawn - seeing the torso as free as a bird. WHACKKK!! The impact of your forearm reverberating into my chest is the least of my thoughts - my chest feels caved in. My breath non existent. And that fight I had... it might be all but gone at this rate, the sweat droplets trickling down and heaving as I cough. This isn't looking good for me, even if the cameras are making me and you especially look great on the camera.

Michael_Walraven: Being able to recover quickly from your elbow below me has paid dividends in the highest form. I’m able to crash down with my own elbow onto your chest and the arena feels like it goes still. Looking down at you with a smirk and wide eyes as you lay there, fight has gone. Diminished, evaporated. I press up off you and sit in my knees, letting the camera get a really good angle of you clawing for breath. I reach for your blonde sweaty hair and I begin to stand up and bring us both back to our feet. Ready and braced to catch you

Georgia_Ellenwood: I'm in a bad state, made worse by you dragging me up to my feet with you - still breathing hard and trying to catch any type of breath left. My legs shake from trying to stay up. My arms weakly clinging onto yours, as my hair is matter onto my face with my chest and reddened abs shimmering from the light and flashes of cameras. The angles are great for social media. The moment is savoury for you. This is horrible for me, not knowing if I even have the fight to counter you...

Michael_Walraven: I get you up and hold you up. Smirking as I look into your eyes and the fearless, feisty, and poweful fighter I was just in the ring with is now gone. Merely a wobbly gorgeous blonde bimbo stands before me. I grab your hand and hold it tight. Taking a big step back in order to yank you towards me and Irish whip you towards the ropes. Sending you away, then getting into a low and athletic stance. Sweat glistening off our bodies from the lights and camera flashes. Hoping you come back towards me. I get my arm between your legs, on your shoulder. Then twist and lift you in a ring shaking scoop slam!

Georgia_Ellenwood: At this point, sweat is shimmering off of me and causing my top to cling onto me more. But onto more pressing matters besides my clothes, your strong arms feel like hydraulic claws with the power they have in them, draffing me up and Irish whipping me to the ropes. With me not having total control of myself, the momentum is quicker and me coming back towards you is faster than people would expect - as people might have expected a closer match up tham what has transpired

Georgia_Ellenwood: You catch me beautifully, that athletic stance helping you out wonderfully, twisting and lifting my body before slamming it with all 100kg of yourself!!

Georgia_Ellenwood: https://images.app.goo.gl/YbRPL

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ring shakes - like an earthquake has been focused on just the ring - and the crowd makes a collective "OOOOOOHHH!!" Sound, seeing me lay like this, barely able to even catch a breath...

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Michael_Walraven: Time feels like it slows down as you run towards me. Taking a handful of your ass and back. Time resumes its normal pace as the ring shakes violently and the fans erupt. Landing hard on top of you but then quickly pop up to my feet. Bending down and grabbing your hair to begin to drag you back up to your feet. “Ok Georgia…. Time to take what’s rightfully mine!” I growl as I get you up to your feet and pull your body into mine. Your head against my chest and my arm around your lower back

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: With my expression similar to this, the crowd are stunned at this match - the hype for Michael is more than justified, and he might just be able to put me to rest, even if my expression shows I'm not far off from that anyways... Dragging me up to my feet, feeling the heat and slickness of your muscular chest, I feel your arm snake around my lower back

Georgia_Ellenwood: You're preparing for something. Something wicked. Something that could finish me off. The crowd has a good idea, but my consciousness is fading in and out too much to know fully what's happening, but my body seems to know with the involuntary tensing of each muscle visible

Michael_Walraven: I hold your head and lower back and keep you pulled in close to me. Backing up towards the corner as the crowd is in shock and awe. On their feet and glued to the match. The destruction of Georgia Ellenwood. I back up to feel the corner against my back. Then flip my grip from your back and head to pick you up and flip you upside down. Pulling you up onto me in a tombstone piledriver position. Then back up to the corner while having you on me. I hold you with one arm and back up and climb up to the second rope. Standing there like a statue with you. Ready to finish you off

Georgia_Ellenwood: The crowd must think 67kg is nothing with how easily you flip me around and walk back, prepping my near limp body for a tombstone piledriver...OFF THE SECOND ROPE?!! They're used to you just finishing off opponents normally - is this personal - or is this a statement? In any case, it's brutal, and I seem to be able to do nothing, my braids dangling, my chest rising and falling on your lower abs, the crowd in baited breath to see an even more brutal rendition of your already brutal finisher!!!

Michael_Walraven: The crowd roars and boos and everything in between as they look at us. Your thighs around head and my arms holding your back to keep you tight to me. “Goodnight!” I yell out for the front row to hear as I jump. Time once again slowing. Cameras flash. The lights get brighter. Everything intensifies until…. BOOM!!! We land! The ring shaking violently as we land. The arena goes silent as we lands. Then the world resumes as I let you go….

Georgia_Ellenwood: https://images.app.goo.gl/7NQ5v

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ring shakes from the sheer impact, more than before somehow - the crowd are stunned, an audible gasp when my skull crushes onto the canvas. Everything happens in just one moment. Flashing lights, roars to gasps... until the sound of the ring shaking and my body flopping onto the mat laying like that is left. My soft slick skin emanates steam visible from the camera, while the signs of breathing are thankfully there, but wow, just wow.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I'm at your mercy, and I'm completely unconscious. Like the perfect buff blonde barbie for you... while the crowd and the commentary and the ref are hoping I'm ok...

Michael_Walraven: We land. Crowd roaring. Time to close this out. Biting my lip as I look at your sweaty defeated body below me. Crawling to your side and laying words your chest. Reaching around to grab your outside leg. Our sweat mixing as we glisten under the hot lights of the arena. Pulling your leg high and tight to my chest to show off your flexibility. My hand gripping your ass cheek firmly as the ref slides in and raise their hand and slams it down. 

Georgia_Ellenwood: Crawling over me like a predator admiring their prey, and grabbing my outside leg, making sure you get to feel the body you've dominated while some of the crowd are understandably envious of your current position🤭 The ref continues his count, my legs high up, my limp body showing no signs of movement at all...

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Michael_Walraven: Massaging your ass and holding you tightly to me. Closing my eyes and enjoying the sound of the slaps of the canvas and the ref counting with us. 

Georgia_Ellenwood: The cameras flash even more, many more angles of this pin being shown, as if the last however many minutes haven't been bad enough - and I'm not even wary of it, for now….

🛎️ 🛎️ 🛎️ 

 My body doesn't move, one inch on its own for any of the counts. That tombstone was truly brutal, and as the bell rings, the ref knows he can't stop you if he tried, so all he can do is watch from here as your theme plays, with a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd...

Michael_Walraven: The bell sounds off and the crowd erupts with the ending of the match. Kissing your sweaty thigh and licking some sweat off of it. Before letting it drop down and flop down to the canvas. Slowly rolling up to my knees and then my feet. I take a deep breath as I lift my leg and plant my foot between your breasts. Smirking down at you with my job being done and satisfied. The ref grabs my wrist and raises my arm in the air. I flex with my other arm to secure my victory pose and signal my victory!

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: My thigh flops down, the muscles rippling as I still show barely anything, just the heaving of my chest and the heat coming from my body after a heated exchange for sure! The satisfaction os clear on your face, while there's nothing in mine, just in la la land while you get to admire the handiwork, and the ref pats my stomach, trying to see if I'm conscious at all... but nothing

Michael_Walraven: My smirk turns into a smile as I look your defeated face and body up and down. Double bicep flexing and posing as the ref exits the ring. Enjoying the moment as I get a great victory over the “Gorgeous One” The fans clapping and booing as the sexy strong blonde winds up on the canvas below me. I take my foot off your chest. “Alright… we have some more business to take care of!” I say as I crouch down and wiggle my arm under your knees and back. Standing up and lifting you into my arms. Then tossing you over my shoulder. Giving your ass a big SMACK as I turn towards the ropes. Fans taking pictures and the camera zooming in to get every angle of me carrying my defeated opponent. Getting through the ropes and walking up the ramp victoriously with the Defeated “Gorgeous One” Georgia Ellenwood over my shoulder…