!Challenge

Georgia_Ellenwood:

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(My outfit for the match)

2-0. That's the history I have with you, not having known defeat against you is all I know - and being in a different federation won't change that! I know you've grown tremendously in the past few months, but I have just as much, and I know that no matter what you'll give to me, I'll give just as much to get the win here in a pro wrestling match. After seeing your relaxed entrance, mine comes with flashes of pink before reverting to the arena lighting to show off a new set I've got thanks to my sponsorship with Under armour. My white thermal top thin enough to show my black sports bra but feeling like a comfy second skin to give me freedom of movement, just as much as the shorts that show my hard work as much as they allow me to move well to beat you for a third time...

Entering the ring with ease, I smile at you and give a slight nod, respecting the fact you want to fight me again - anyone I face receives that respect, because that means you're just as much in love with this as I am. In the corner of the ring, the arena lights shine on your lean body, while I almost reflect off of the camera because of the white layer, but each contour of muscle still clearly visible from my 148 lbs 5'7 frame. You're looking better than ever. So am I. Who comes out on top? We'll see as soon as the referee rings the bell...

Viktor_LP: I smile maliciously and return the nod, quickly moving the fingers of both hands and rolling my shoulder, impatiently waiting for the bell to ring, until... DING DING DING!! The starting bang marks a quick sprint toward your position, looking for the surprise, and trying to grab you by the shoulders with my hands and pull you toward me at the same time I throw my right knee against your abdomen, trying to weaken you as soon as the match starts!

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your malicious smile tells me all I need to know - you will give it everything - and that makes me reciprocate a warmer smile of my own, one that says "give it everything you've got, because I intend on doing the exact same!" As soon as thr bell rings, you rush at me, trying to give me no chance to react to you with both your arms aimed at gripping onto my shoulders. But seeing as you're coming almost in a straight line, I shift to your left while ducking under, looking to counter your attempt to grab me with a stomp aimed for your left calf...

Viktor_LP: As I raise my right knee and am left with my left leg as support, your quick reaction and your stomp make me lose all the balance I had left, and together with the failed momentum, I end up falling face-first to the ground in front of you. A loud sound marks my fall at your feet, followed by an imperceptible groan, and a quick movement of arms and legs to try to get away as soon as possible from such a vulnerable position

Georgia_Ellenwood: SMACK!! You fall face first onto the canvas, almost like you were tripped over - just this time it's a bit more painful with it being a targeted stomp! And like an egg, you scramble, trying to get away from what is a vulnerable position. To give you credit, you're very quick with the movement too... but I'm relentless in the ring despite initial appearances😊. So I try to lunge onto you, trying to get onto your back by attempting a body triangle with my legs to keep me hooked onto you - my arms ready to fire at the back of your neck to try and stun you too. It all depends on if you're able to scramble quick enough, or if me getting on top is too early... unless I'm too quick to illicit a fast enough reaction from you.

Viktor_LP: Before I can get far enough away, I feel your legs latch onto me like ticks, reducing my ability to move, and shortly after your forearm crashes into the back of my neck, stunning me and finally leaving me face down on the mat beneath you, only trying to drag myself heavily toward the ropes with my forearms.

Georgia_Ellenwood: That explosiveness and relentlessness I possess shines like a treasure chest when I latch onto you like a second body before - BAM! BAM! - strikes to the back of your neck with my forearm stun you enough to slow you down. You're not just a random C tier fighter though. You have heart. And that makes it all the more fun for me to give it my all against you! Dragging towards the ropes, I less look for something to completely halt your movement, but rather strike to damage. So while you drag yourself and myself towards the ropes, I posture up while on top of you like a ride and throw left and right hooks to the sides of your sculpted body... showing little to no care whether you can make it to the ropes. The only thing on my mind is how I can wear you down...

Viktor_LP: Several cries of pain echo through the ring with each hook I take to each of my sides. Between the dizziness, the difficulty of dragging myself under your weight, and my aching ribs, I end up collapsing completely under you. The palms of my hands press against the mat as I grit my teeth and search for a way to break free from you, straining to try to roll over, without any success, and kicking behind you. But nothing is enough, as with every passing second your fists add a stab of pain to my sides, weakening my body more and more in a spiral of pain that doesn’t seem to ever end...

Georgia_Ellenwood: BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP! The blows to your sides is easily audible for the live audience and the audience at home to hear, not to mention the referee seeing your body actively shake from each successive hit. It really does highlight that relentless ability I can provide, but now to let my mind work. You can't roll over with me straddling you. Your kicks aren't close to hitting me or hurting me. And your breaths are ragged sounding as a result of the strikes. With that in mind, I press my body onto your back, some of your slick sweat sticking onto my white thermal layer - while my right arm attempts to sling under your neck for a rear choke to end this early!

Viktor_LP: I feel the heat of your torso on my back, slowly pressing against it, and then your arm appears in front of me, wrapping around my neck and beginning to tighten, cutting off my air. Instinctively, I lift my chin and arch my body backward, feeling trapped in your grip and trying to place my fingers between your arm and my throat to ease the suffocation, with little success. As my gasps grow increasingly frantic, desperation makes the way out easier, as my elbows shoot back in an attempt to hit your head, your jaw, or really anything they can reach back there behind me. Almost without being aware of whether I’m hitting the target or not, my arms move frantically backward, landing blows and seeking release!

Georgia_Ellenwood: My choke isn't tight... yet. Like an anaconda, squeezing onto you, I know I can get my grip on you and finish things fairly quickly. However, I did not take into account your arms being flexible and able enough to shoot back towards my head! The first attempt barely misses, grazing my hair instead while I attempt to increase the pressure. But THWACK!! SMACK!! CRACK!! Three elbows land in succession, - each one more brutally powerful than the last! Each one lands on my cheek and my temple, stunning me enough to release my grip and back away slightly... on my knees shaking my head to regain my focus.

Viktor_LP: At last I notice the release of my throat and your grip, inhaling exaggeratedly to make up for the lack of oxygen, and crawling forward to move slightly away from you, coughing and bringing my hand to my neck. Then I grab the ropes to help me get to my feet, turning to see your position. I am quite weakened, but three blows to the head are not enough to stun someone like you, so I have to make a quick decision. I approach quickly, taking advantage of the fact that you are on your knees, and grab your head with my left arm, rotating nimbly and pressing it against my hip, spinning your body. Then, I let myself fall backward, trying to bring your skull to the mat next to me, seeking to stun you with a simple DDT.

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: Shaking my head a few times, I can't make you out too well, just a blurry image of your toned self moving away and coughing like you drank water too fast. Not enough to stun me? You're right on that. But your awareness of that fact shows, not wasting time in grabbing my head with your left arm and spiking my skull onto the canvas with a massive THUD, leaving me laying like this, now properly stunned with my face strained, trying to figure a way to get back from this predicament I've found myself in. You've improved. More instinctive. Less afraid to be harsh. I know you'll be tough - and that means I'll enjoy fighting this version of you even more.

Viktor_LP: I shake my head, still recovering, and get on my knees, checking your condition. You’re lying on the mat, finally stunned. Now I have two options, either punish you more or take my chances. My few remaining strengths tell me I need more time to recover, so I decide to take my chances. I crawl over to you and push your shoulder and hip, rolling you over on the mat and laying you on your back, then I lie on top of you, my forearm on your collarbone and the other arm lifting one of your legs, going for the first count... ONE!!...

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: My breaths aren't as heavy as yours, but my mind is a bit more all over the place right now thanks to your ddt - that's not to say that slight sweat patches are visible on my lower back though to show I've been working pretty well. The crowd and ref are invested in this hard, with the crowd enjoying what has been a lightning quick start to a match with back and forth moments already, both fighters not wanting to let the other have an advantage. Going for an early pin on me though... well I'd never feel so humiliated at you thinking you can pin me for the win! Rolling me onto my back and pressing your forearm onto my collarbone, a couple cameramen making sure to get good angles of you lifting my left leg up, I kick out strongly at 1 and a half - showing I'm more than still in this match, looking at you with a smile on my face that says "Bring it!"

Viktor_LP: Your push leaves me on my knees in front of you, resting my arms on my thighs and controlling my breathing. I’m already ready for the counterattack… You want more? Then that’s what you’ll get… I grab your hair with one hand, still on my knees, and then start to stand up, bringing your head with me and trying to get you to your feet. I ignore the referee’s warnings and simply place your head under my right armpit in a front headlock, stepping back toward the center of the ring. Then I grab your right wrist and pass your arm over my head, right over the back of my neck. Finally, I rest my free hand on your hip and bend my legs, looking for the perfect position for the suplex and trying to lift you into the air, letting out a cry of effort.

Georgia_Ellenwood: That strong kickoff not only invites roars of approval from the fans, but invites you to bring me up to you while I'm still not fully recovered. Dragging me up to my feet with my hair, I grunt in pain, with that focus in my eyes coming back - "you have something planned, but what is it" I think. That thought is answered when you use that technical wrestling ability to lift me up in the air for a suplex! My body suspended in the air for a second, I show no fear in fighting back, with my left arm free and throwing it as a hammer fist to your face... attempting to wriggle out of your grasp at the same time! You're a lot better, but I'm not some easy pushover. And I'm sure you remember that well.

Viktor_LP: I manage to lift you a few centimeters off the mat… But it’s not enough. Your resistance forces me to bring you back to the starting position, and before I can try again… THUG!! your arm crashes into my temple and I stagger slightly backward, releasing the hold and setting you free. I bring my hand to my head and shake it, dazed, until I look back at you and see you standing in front of me. I know that if you get close I’m easy prey, so I put all my energy into preventing that from happening. Spinning around on myself, I bend my leg slightly and gain momentum to extend it straight toward you, aiming for your jaw, hoping to stun you enough this time to be able to attack with something more decisive.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Those muscles are great to look at, but won't have much use if your brain can't send signals to them - and that's exactly what I did - smashing the side of your head to let me break free from your grasp! Stepping back, I adjust my top layer and my shorts, before looking to advance closer to you. Whilst doing that, your eyes flicker like a predator in a primal fight and twist, attempting a spinning back kick towards my jaw! That lack of worry about hurting me is definitely making you dangerous, no doubt about that... and all I can do in that instant is step back while ducking, your heel skimming the top of my head! That was a close one, but now time for me to attack! Hoping you don't have a quick follow up, I lunge in my lower stance, looking to try and grapple with you close, or lift you up for a heavy takedown. It's a taxing move if I do it carelessly, and can be countered well by a great opponent - but if I am fast enough with the counter, maybe I did enough...

Viktor_LP: My foot cuts through the air, barely grazing the hairs on your head, and I finish the full rotation a bit off balance and ~clearly~ annoyed at having missed, but in the blink of an eye I see you pounce on me and latch onto my abdomen tightly as you push. It all happens very quickly, but basically your extraordinary strength catches me by surprise and, from the push, you manage to lift me a few centimeters off the ground, ending up throwing me to the mat, while I gasp and try with my arms to trap your head before you can take control of the match again. Unfortunately for me, you are far too skilled and stronger than you look...

Georgia_Ellenwood: That push from me capitalised on you not being able to plant yourself well enough in time - not to mention you having forgotten about that explosiveness that's hurt you plenty of times. Your tight abs tense as I lift you up, my legs pumped from the lift before slamming you HARDD into the ground! Having taken you down, I dont stay there, not allowing you to trap my head onto your body - now almost shiny with a sheen of sweat. Instead, I move to the ropes and springboard off of it, attempting a springboard moonsault onto you to try and keep the intense pressure onto you!!

Viktor_LP: The moment you lift off, I feel the need to do the same, but then I become aware that the back-first impact against the mat isn’t going to come for free, and that my muscles refuse to react with the speed I demand from them, so I stay writhing, lying face-up on the mat for the 2 seconds you need to prepare your aerial attack… I simply watch you run toward me and suddenly your silhouette eclipses the ceiling lights, and I don’t even have time to curl up… SMASHH!! All your body weight CRUSHES against mine and against the mat, forcing all the air from my lungs and leaving me finally lying apparently without strength on the mat, motionless and under your weight.

Georgia_Ellenwood: My dense body crashes on top of you, knocking all the air out of you in an instant - like you're a whoopee cushion I'm trying to make flat as you lay on your back with your chest heaving and the lights emphasising each sculpted contour of your hard body. Seeing you seemingly out, I make the decision not to pin you. Not yet at least. Instead, I grab you by the hair and get you to your feet, before looking to Irish whip you towards the ropes - my intention being to have you sling towards me, allowing me to be in good position to hit you with my Gorgeous spiral signature to really try and bring the hurt on your already damaged self...

Viktor_LP: An imperceptible moan escapes my lips as you pull my hair upward, forcing me to stand against my will. I bring my hand to your wrist to get a less painful grip to support myself as I get up, while my other arm hangs limp at my side… Until you give an unexpected yank to my wrist, sending me flying toward the ropes! I shoot toward them, and the sheer momentum makes me bounce off and come quickly back toward you, but I’m still too exhausted to think about what you’re planning to do to me… Until your arms wrap around my abdomen and my body rotates elegantly thanks to your momentum, and *BOOOM!!* my entire back crashes into the mat under your drive and weight, leaving me somehow even more exhausted than before, my sweaty chest heaving up and down rapidly

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your little moan gives me some confidence after pulling your hair, like I know you have a very low chance to counter my signature, especially given this limp state you're currently in. The crowd are watching in amazement how I've been able to endure and maintain my pressure up until now, with no signs of slowing down. And the signs of slowing down aren't visible when I PLANT you hard onto the canvas, using the momentum to hit you as hard as I can onto the ring, sweat spraying up before coming back down like droplets of rain. The ref is waiting in case I go for a submission or a pin, while your athletic frame is heaving with sweat trickling from your lean chest down onto your lean abs, your quads shining as much as my forehead is right now. Smiling, I pat your midsection and go for the pin, prompting the ref to smoothly slide in and count it. Will you be able to kick out? Or will this be a third loss against the Gorgeous one for you?

"ONE...!"

Viktor_LP: I barely register your pat, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to regain my vision when I feel you slide over me, and suddenly I hear that slap of the referee’s hand on the mat signaling I’m in serious trouble… All my senses go on alert and I dig deep for whatever strength I have left to try to slip free… “TWO!!!” Just at that moment, my right shoulder shoots up, lifting it off the mat and stopping the count. Having made sure your pin has failed, I let my arm drop again, bouncing off the mat beside you, while I try to take advantage of every second of rest I have left before you decide to punish me again.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Just before the three, your power out of the pinfall, making some of the crowd go berserk, some of them glad, but all of them cheering for the heart that we've both shown so far. And it shows, with you having marks on your back, sweat gliding from your body. And me, having that white under armour top more translucent than before, my abs and muscles popping out from sweat of myself and you. This match has been tough, but we haven't stopped at giving our all. It isn't about a win, it's about showing what we're made of! And I want to continue to do so, smiling after the kickout and dragging you to your feet once more. You're heavier than before, probably from more dead weight, but I move you towards the corner of the ring - lifting you to the top rope. The crowd are on their feet now... what's coming next in this precarious position?! Well, I show them by trying to put your head in between my thighs and take your arms, looking to perform a pedigree off the top rope!! If I can land it, this match is all but over. But whether you still have that spark of heart on you... we'll see...

Viktor_LP: I truly feel like dead weight in your arms. Like a ragdoll, I let you move me, trying to use up as little energy as possible while I assess the precarious position I’m in. I’m in the corner and you’re lifting me up— I know that can’t be good for me, and the anxiety of possibly losing to you a third time takes hold of me. Your thighs squeeze my skull as I’m still seated on the top turnbuckle, and my hands slip on your damp thighs as I try to keep my balance. Then you try to hook my arms behind my back, and at last I know exactly what your intentions are. A chill of rage and panic surges through me, and I start resisting, breaking free from your arms and beginning to hit you in the side and abdomen over and over again, looking to break away from you, my fists clenched tight and my body renewed with energy.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I'm surgical about placing you in the right position... I don't want to kill you, I just want to destroy you so you remember this third loss. But you must have gained life while your head was in my thighs because you break free from my arms, sensing that fire in you to fight burning as hot as ever! I guess the saying is true - Thick thighs save lives - only it'll be to my detriment! Hitting my midsection with nothing but pure volition, I grunt each time, my grip on you loosening. But with a couple big hits to my liver... "Unghhhh!" That really puts me in reboot mode, barely able to stay on the top rope while clinging onto you! The crowd are still on their feet, this war of attrition seemingly able to spell doom for either party, and right now you could be the one in the more favourable position as you feel my body tensing and loosening perpetually against you. This is as hard a fight as you have given me, and the crowd are loving every second of it!

Viktor_LP: Little by little I start taking control of the situation… And also of your body. Without stopping hitting you, I manage to reverse the positions, sitting you on the top turnbuckle and starting to hit you in the head as well. With such little range, the blows are strong and precise. I can feel how with each hit you lose more and more control, and how you instinctively cling to me. So I try to take advantage of the position to wrap my arms around your waist, secure the grip, and try to turn the course of this match once and for all… Bending my legs and holding your body tightly, I throw myself backward doing a somersault, trying to take you with me and smash your body against the mat in a spectacular Spanish Fly!

Georgia_Ellenwood: Each blow to my head slowly but surely takes it out of me. And whether by precision, or fortune that we're close to each other, your blows to my head land hard on my jaw and the sides of my head to really stun me. I'm not limp, but I am slightly slumped. And in my state, you're able to reverse positions with me and use the grip of my top to hold me around the waist...

The crowd is shocked. The announcers are shocked. And we're both laying on the canvas barely moving. Just breathing heavily and sweat shimmering off both of us. That picture perfect Spanish fly crashes us hard onto the canvas, like a bomb just went off in the middle of the ring! And even despite our smaller sizes, we rattle the ring close to it crumbling down! The impact? Brutal. The fighters? Barely conscious. But the crowd? Clapping and shouting "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

Viktor_LP: I hear my own panting as loud as yours. I can barely move, but damn, it was worth the effort. I take advantage of every second to recover more and more strength, more air, more drive… And little by little I plant my palms on the mat to drag myself toward you. I grab you by the hair, still on my knees, and lift your head from the mat just enough to simply throw a punch to your face, then let you go and fall back down onto my palms again.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I see the lights above me, feeling the heat radiating off of my own body, yours and the light adding onto it. Fuck, you've gotten better. But I can't think about compliments, just fight! You being the beneficiary in that move drag yourself towards me first, gripping me by the hair and throw a punch at my face. I don't block it, I go back down to the canvas and shake my head. That punch ignited that fire back in me - the fire you were close to stomping out after the Spanish fly - and I sit up to my knees. Using that core strength to get to my knees and grab a fistful of your hair with my left to lift you up enough to throw a punch right back to your face in return. Only I stay on my knees and gesture for more!

Viktor_LP: You grab me by the hair and my head ends up in the perfect position for— “UGHH!!” Your punch crashes into my face and sends me back to the mat. I shake my head, letting a few drops of sweat fall, and look back at you, only to see your stupid arrogant face asking me for more. Letting out a yell, I put all the energy in my body into my arm and throw it at your beautiful face, trying to wipe that damn smile off it!

Georgia_Ellenwood: That punch landed beautifully onto your defined face, repaying for the shot you delivered to me with a fiery smile! The crowd are shouting for more, but you respond with a punch of your own for yourself, not for the crowd - wanting to wipe the smile off of my face! "ACK!!" I spit out, spray flinging away from my face, and just barely staying on my knees! Turning to face you, I still have that 'stupid arrogant' face you love so much, and throw another big right at your face, letting out a hiss of effort, trying to punch through you!!

Viktor_LP: I see you stagger from my punch but not give up on your attack, so another punch crashes into my face, making me stagger as well. I know this can’t go on like this for much longer, so I just glance at the angle from which the referee is watching us and make a slight but quick movement with my left hand to hurt your eyes and scratch your face, while I move my right exaggeratedly, trying to distract attention and gain momentum to throw my closed fist at your freshly damaged face! I’m not going to lose a third time, and the fear of disqualification won’t stop me!

Georgia_Ellenwood: That punch staggers you right back, and that slightly glassy look in your eyes tell me to keep going, unaware of the refs attention not fully being there. Even he's enjoying this match, as much as he is officiating it! Not thinking about the ref though, I look to follow with a third right to your jaw, but SCRATCH!! you claw at my face! One of your fingers in such a catty move poked right at my right eye, causing me to scream in pain "FUCK!!" with the ref not having seen that left - just a hard hit maybe in his mind. That might have been due to you moving your right in an exaggerated manner to block part of his field of view, allowing you to land a clean right to my jaw to knock me back to the canvas, laying like this, blinking rapidly to try and get my vision back! Dirty move Viktor. You'll pay for that! Once the stars are gone at least...

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Viktor_LP: Seeing that my move has paid off, I get up as quickly as I can, almost stumbling, and crouch just enough to grab your head with both hands and squeeze it between my forearms to force you to stand and move with me to the center of the ring. Then, with a sharp motion, I place your head between my thighs, giving a small hop to adjust it, and try to lock your arms behind your back, attempting to clasp my hands together right at the level of your spine to keep you firmly in place and be able to apply the move that could give me the victory.

Georgia_Ellenwood: In my dazed state, I can't help myself right now, being dragged up like a lean piece of meat, before my head is shoved inbetween your sweat slick muscular thighs. My arms are almost dangling, so you help me out by locking them behind my back. Oh no... this can't be... a pedigree? Fuck, I want to fight out, but my body isn't responding to my will right now, all I can do is be at your mercy - and considering your claw at my reddened face, I fear there may not be any of that as my top slowly drops sweat through my body working overtime like yours has...

Viktor_LP: I press my arms against your back, seeing yours hanging at my mercy, and then bend my legs to give a slight jump… Then I let myself drop forward, pushing down with my arms and trying to SMASH that beautiful face of yours against the mat in a pedigree, wanting to hear you scream, wanting to leave you completely unconscious and finish you off once and for all.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I'm at your mercy, and like I subconsciously thought, you weren't going to give any, smashing my face hard onto the canvas like you're trying to imprint my facial features on the ring!! The crowd scream at the brutality of the move, while I grunt hard, my limbs going limp for a second before barely moving again. Fuck that shot was hard. You're a sneaky bitch, but now you're a strong opponent too, a devastating combo... I think as I lay barely conscious, feeling your sweat drip onto my back

Viktor_LP: BOOOM!!! The rumble of the whole ring fills me with energy, and as I smash you onto the mat, I grab you by the shoulder and flip you over like a rag, wanting to see if I can be sure you won’t lift your shoulder in a pin. God, you’re really in bad shape, but you’re still moving. And I can’t let you get away now that you’re mine. So, with a grunt, I grab your golden hair and lift you back up as quickly as I can, aiming to shove your sweaty head back between my thighs. I know your resilience all too well, and I need to make sure that this time I take every last ounce of strength from your body…

Georgia_Ellenwood: Flipped over like a patty, you see my eyes glazed over with a small amount of focus, my chest heaving, my top clinging tightly onto my skin. And most importantly, my movement and groans to show I'm conscious. Conscious enough to kick out. Enough to make you rethink what the hell kind of monster I am. So grabbing me by the golden locks, I'm back in position for a second pedigree, with the referee looking concerned, as the crowd - but their cameras all ready for what could be the finishing blow...

Viktor_LP: I lock your arms tightly behind your back again, and with a face showing more strain than joy or victory, I drop to my knees once more, hoping to ~crush~ your skull again in a second, devastating pedigree!

Georgia_Ellenwood: Once more, the ring shakes, almost mimicking how my head feels, or felt rather. Because my lights are out, unconscious and laying like this, motionless. The only sign of life is my breathing, but besides that, no vocal reactions or spasms, just the slightest of twitches of pain. The crowd looks shocked, and the ref looks ready for the pin, seeing your strained face and my body both absolutely covered in marks from our war, and sweat no longer being able to hold in my top - feeling like extra water weight more than anything...

Viktor_LP: I grab you by the wrist and let it drop… confirming there’s no life left in you. I force a smile for a second, but my face of strain quickly returns. I take your wrist again and pull it to the side, dragging you while at the same time flipping you over and leaving you face up. I unintentionally lean on your abs to get into position, then lie back on you while with one arm I hook one of your legs and lift it to my chest. Closing my eyes, I point to the ceiling to match the referee’s slap: “ONE!!”

Georgia_Ellenwood: Grabbing my wrist to check for any life or resistance, there doesn't seem to be anything left, with my arm flopping onto the canvas with no resistance from myself. All you can see is my chest heaving up and down, my abs contracting and my mouth slightly agape - like it's begging for air. Flipping me to face up at the lights and leaning on my midsection, the tiniest of grunts escape my lips before you lay on me for the pin, the crowd counting with the ref. They rightfully think the match is all but over...

"ONE!!!" I show zero reaction, just my leg hooked and my arms sprawled wide

"TWO!!!" The slightest flicker shows, my eye barely open and getting flashed by the overhead lights, aware of the two count. My body is in agony. I feel like death. And yet, the fire to fight has yet to be stopped

Just before the three, I power out at the very last moment, my right side pushing up and then flopping back down, almost like the kickout was pure instinct, only now I'm blinking to regain focus again, and aim to deliver some payback. Not just for those pedigrees, but for that scrape of the eyes! The crowd... well they can't believe it! They're on their feet cheering at the resilience, all while shouting "LET'S GO GEORGIA! LET'S GO VIK! LET'S GO GEORGIA! LET'S GO VIK!" The cheers fuel me, and even while I'm on my back, the sound of the crowd is pushing me to continue giving my all until I simply have nothing left. The question is... how much do you have left in the tank Viktor?

Viktor_LP: Your sudden shove makes me slip and fall beside you, face down on the mat, as I bring both hands to my head and clutch my hair, my mouth open in pure astonishment… I had it! It was impossible! I stay in that same position for a few seconds, practically not knowing what to do. The respect I have for you turns almost into fear… As if a part of me knew that I really can’t beat you, that you will never yield to me

Panicked, I get up and move toward you, positioning myself between your spread legs. I bend down and pass my arms under your thighs, reaching for your wrists, and once I grab them I yank hard, trying to trap you in a Frontal Romeo Special! If you’re not willing to take the pin, maybe you’ll be willing to tap!!

Georgia_Ellenwood: It's a good thing that I don't drive, because any sign to yield I simply won't follow! In my state, looking on the brink, that fire is still there, and only growing every second you look in shock, astonishment and fear of me. And those seconds of respite is as much as I would need as you take advantage of my position to try and put me in a frontal romeo special!! Trying to make me tap is very difficult, especially with my eyes locking onto you whilst the hold is being trapped. Screaming in pain and pure adrenaline, I see the ropes - just centimeters away from me. If I can only get one arm free, I could save myself before I tap or nap...

And so I wriggle and writhe, trying to twist my wrist against your hands, knowing they're fairly slippery because of the sweat, and try to push with my hip in an attempt to free my right arm, not caring if part of the clothes are overstretched or torn - all that runs through my mind is getting that bottom rope! Will my will be enough? Or is your hand grippy enough and your grit just as strong?

Viktor_LP: I yank hard and angrily on your wrists, shouting at you to give up, bending your whole body, pressing your cheek against the mat and stretching your abs to the limit… But the only response I feel is resistance in your wrists, as if you’re trying to break free. Once again, the fear of losing control makes me grip even tighter, trying to keep you still and under my control, but that only makes my hands sweat more and more, until finally you give a strong pull that my hand can no longer stop. Your wrist slips from my grip and you’re partially freed for a few seconds. Your hand goes straight to the ropes and I already know I’ve lost another chance, so I just let you go and drop to the mat sitting, staring at you in disbelief.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ref doesn't even count to 2 after you let go from bending my body, testing when I'll finally break. But the only thing I do is break free, and that causes the crowd to continue their applause at this performance, while I let a sigh of relief and wipe my hands against my top - leaning against the bottom rope while seated. I see nothing but you, and smile while getting to my feet with help from the ropes. "You're a lot better, but you know you can't beat me" I say with confidence to you, trying to get in your head for a chance at shifting this momentum further.

Viktor_LP: I grab the ropes to help myself up, never taking my eyes off you. Your words definitely get into my head. I flush with rage, but I can’t help thinking you’re right—that I’ll never be able to beat you in a fair fight. That thought eats away at me and destroys me, collapsing my thoughts and making me let out a roar of rage as I launch myself toward you, crouching slightly to drive my shoulder into your abs and try to hurl you to the mat with a devastating Spear!!

Georgia_Ellenwood: Oh those words got you worked up for sure🤭 nothing but straight rage is in your eyes, and uncontrollable fire leads to someone getting burned, and it'll be you to catch fire. Launching yourself at me for a spear, it's fairly easy to spot after all that angry shouting, so I look to counter by putting my right arm over your head charging at me and reversing the momentum - looking to spike your head onto the canvas with a DDT reversal!

Viktor_LP: My shoulder connects with your abs, but not with the force I expected. In a single instant, I feel your arm wrap quickly around my neck and I lose control of my momentum. The mat rushes toward my face until—CRACKKK!!—my skull smashes into the canvas in a completely unexpected DDT, leaving the rest of my body hanging limp from my neck still locked in your arm.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The crowd shifts again to shock and back to cheering, seeing your body hanging limp beside me with my arm around your neck. A smile grows, and the camera focuses on it. Seeing me smile like this means I've got more confidence and more control now - but how will I try and utilise it? Letting go of your neck, I sit up and admire your back, whispering "I'll take one of your boots as a little momento alright" before patting your back and grabbing you by the hair. I try to drag you up once again, breathing heavily but running on the momentum I have, the adrenaline still pumping, and the cheers of the crowd. The feeling here is so electric it could power a whole city on its own, and I can feel every bit of it! Once I do get you to your feet, I take a breath and try to show my strength in an attempted brainbuster, trying to lift you high and drop you enough on your head to really change the complexion in this match!

Viktor_LP: I feel the touch of your soft palm on my back. My head is a whirlwind, my skull pounding and barely able to think. You grab my hair, slightly waking my senses, but I groan in pain as you tug it to force me up. Completely submissive, I let you grab my head and place my arm behind your neck, unable to put up any resistance. In a surprising show of strength, you manage to lift me into the air, sparking my sense of danger and even provoking a panic reaction from me. “No… NO!! WAIT!!!” But it’s completely useless—when you drop, my brain crashes again into the mat, with my whole body’s weight pressing downward and making me see the entire Milky Way in an instant. The rest of my body collapses after the impact, falling after my head and bouncing limply on the mat, leaving me motionless on my back with my eyes closed. My torso, completely drenched in sweat, reflects the lights as it heaves rapidly, showing just how far into exhaustion I’ve gone.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ring has shaken so much from such high impact moves, you'd think we've had our own earthquake in this arena alone. But no, that's just how hard each of our shots at each other have been. And this brainbuster is no different, rattling the ring as you lay there in a heap, while I'm visibly strained and fatigued. However, I take a couple breaths and know I want to seal the deal on this match. Because you must have gotten tougher, and I need to make sure that you see nothing but black! So I grab onto your hair once more with one arm, and under your left arm with another - before Irish whipping you to the corner of the ring, where I look to set up you final finish from me...

Viktor_LP: Indeed, my senses are completely overwhelmed and I move only through perceptions. You yank my hair again, forcing me to rise by following your arms, and before I can drop back to the mat from sheer exhaustion, I find myself hurled into the corner with an Irish whip, slamming into it back-first and barely staying on my feet, my arms hanging from the top ropes as my only support while the rest of my body trembles.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your marked back is taking an extra little beating, having been hurled into the turnbuckle hard enough to let some extra air out of your lungs without your consent. And seeing you're in a bad place, I look to treat you like a heavy bag at the gym. Coming towards you and taking a short breath, I throw a left hook to your jaw, before following with a right knee to your abs and finishing with a right elbow aimed for your cheek. I'm not looking to relent, so I'll keep up pressure, throwing a barrage of bombs at you to showcase my dominance before the referee decides to move me away from you out of pity...

Viktor_LP: My lowered head gets painfully snapped upward when your fist smashes into my jaw, making me spit saliva, but before I can even drop again, your knee drives into my gut, knocking out what little air I have left and jerking me forward. Without giving me a single second to recover, your elbow crashes into my cheek, whipping my face to the side and even making one of my arms slip off the ropes—losing one of my only two points of support and thus collapsing slowly toward the mat, my senses wrecked and my head still pounding from the brainbuster.

Georgia_Ellenwood: "Not yet Viktor, just a bit longer" I whisper to you as you slowly collapse, forcibly keeping you to your feet by pressing myself against you. It looks incredibly intimate, my chest pressing against yours, and my arms wrapped around you. Only the photos tell a moment, and not the fact that I'm making sure you heard me, and that your arms are keeping you upright. Before giving you a little kiss on the cheek, I whisper to you again "Goodnight Vik" and step back until I go to the opposite corner of the ring. This could be it. This has to be it. This will be it! Using the crowds clapping to fuel me into an explosive charge towards you, aiming to blast my foot through your jaw, with the intent to finish you once and for all!!

Viktor_LP: I’m about to collapse, but you don’t even allow that. You press your slender body against mine, keeping me upright and re-hooking my arm to the ropes, in intimate moments that make me regain my senses slightly—until you decide to kiss me on the cheek. A shiver runs through my body as you whisper to me, and I start searching for the few scraps of strength I have left. I don’t want to lose again… Damn it, I’m not going to lose again!! My condition is so obviously bad that the referee comes over to ask if I’m able to continue the match. I nod almost imperceptibly—until I realize your intentions. In an incredible reflex, I grab the referee’s hand and pull him into the path between you and me, at the same time letting my legs buckle so that I crouch just low enough to avoid even a glancing blow from your devastating charge.

Georgia_Ellenwood: At the speed I'm going, I can't stop in time to absolutely BLAST the referee into unconsciousness, leaving the crowd even more stunned at the intelligence of Viktor, and at the power that kick generated! If that had landed on you, it would have been over. Completely over. But crouching down and letting the ref take the blow? Wow. Immediately I check on the ref who's completely unresponsive, hoping he'll show something, anything that he is ok. Screw my attention to you, for now I'm focused on the referee and hoping he's ok enough so I can finish you off!

Viktor_LP: With slow, clumsy movements, I slide between the ropes and let myself drop out of the ring, taking a few seconds to catch my breath and regain some strength. Then I slowly move away from you and the referee, still on the outside, heading to the opposite side of the ring and grabbing a metal chair from underneath. The referee’s fall is unfortunate, but any advantage is too little when it comes to you, so I slide it under the ropes and follow in after it, rising with it in my hands and approaching you from behind. When I reach you, you’re still crouched over the referee. The crowd is screaming so loudly that it’s impossible to make out what they’re saying. I’m panting like a beast, but I allow myself a smile. I raise the chair above me and try to get your attention—“Hey, Georgia!!”

Georgia_Ellenwood: Fuck, he's still not responding! I put everything I had into that kick, and it didn't even hit the intended target! Droplets of sweat fall onto the ref from me, so I wipe them away before standing up a little from the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. "Why are they getting so riled up for?" I wonder. I suppose the wondering was pretty quick, as I hear your strained call for me. Standing up and turning to face you, I wipe my face and take a step forward, not fully focusing as quick as normal due to the fatigue and suddenness of me standing up from crouching. Having not seen the steel chair immediately, it's up to my instinct to be aware, unless that has also been dulled through the length of this fight...

Viktor_LP: Just as you turn, I have no intention of giving you even a single second to react, so I try to SMASH the steel chair into your skull with the strength I have left. I accompany the sudden motion with an almost warlike roar, as if it were the final blow I need to finish off my enemy—this time knowing it’s my last chance to seize control.

Georgia_Ellenwood: CRACKK!!! The steel chair smashes onto my skull with no level of kindness, just absolute violence! The sound echoes through the arena, following with a wave of boos at you for such a dirty move! Meanwhile I'm laying on the canvas absolutely stunned, the fire all but gone, only mere embers left with me blinking in shock. What was I hit with? Why do I taste metal? Why can't I move? In my state, I'm near my limit, making movement super difficult to a point where even sitting up would be a big task. And with the damage sustained, I'm vulnerable to you, if you've got the ability to try and finish it that is... because all these cheating tactics have given you a wonderful opportunity

Viktor_LP: I drop to one knee from the effort, but seeing you completely motionless on the mat has made it worth it. I smile in response to the boos, eyeing how the chair is now completely dented from the blow. The referee is still down, now beside you. I get back up and place the chair right in the center of the ring, stomping it a couple of times to try to fix the dents—though with little success. I then approach you and grab your golden hair with both hands, yanking it mercilessly now that the referee can’t stop me. I force you to your feet and place your head facing upward under my left arm in an inverted headlock, arching your body and applying pressure to keep you taut. I move toward the chair, dragging you with me, and give a mocking bow to the crowd before dropping into a spin, aiming to SMASH your head into the chair with a Rolling Cutter!!

Georgia_Ellenwood: With me barely able to move, gripping me as hard as you ever have isn't necessary, but a sign of pure aggression after stomping on the steel chair to make it good enough for what you have planned next... you cheating bastard. Before I'm dragged up, I can see the referee still out of it, although very slowly coming to his senses. But I fear he won't be aware enough in time, as you arch my body and place me in position for a rolling cutter with an arm hanging loosely - showing just how exhausted and spent I am. Along with the boos, chants now rain down towards you after my head is SMASHED onto the chair in a rolling cutter, leaving my body laid out completely like this!! "FUCK YOU VIKTOR! FUCK YOU VIKTOR! FUCK YOU VIKTOR!" I can't hear those chants though. I can't really see anything. Just black. My body is breathing but in shallow breaths, with every ounce of me shining as a representation of exhaustion, sweat, damage, and pure unconsciousness. In my head, the last thing I thought before the lights went out with the move were "fuck... you... Viktor"

Viktor_LP: Just as I hit the Rolling Cutter, I grab the chair from underneath you and yank it out to toss it under the ropes and make it disappear from the ring. I'm exhausted, completely gasping and drenched in sweat, but the adrenaline keeps me fully active. I quickly rush over to the referee and grab him by the wrist, shouting at him to get closer and start the count. As he crawls over, I throw myself on top of you, hooking one leg with my shoulder and getting as close to your collarbone as possible, pressing both hands on your shoulders to keep you as still as I can. The fear that you'll break the pin has me on the verge of a mental collapse. I've cheated, maybe because you convinced me I couldn’t beat you. The boos weaken my spirit as I clutch my hands to your body in desperation, and finally the first count echoes out “ONE!!…”

Georgia_Ellenwood: Nothing is left in me, just ragged breathing, sweat and the remains of a warrior being beaten by a coward! The crowd show that by making their boos loud, the red that's conscious enough to crawl makes the pin. You could very well collapse mentally. But with both hands pressing and gripping onto my shoulders, you feel nothing but limp muscles during the count. Even still, you know me well, and know a kick out could still be possible at the last moment...

"TWOOOO!!"....

"THREEEE RING THE BELL...."

Viktor_LP: As the bell rings, I can't believe it, and I unconsciously maintain the pin position while the crowd goes wild. The referee has to ask me to let you go, so I drop beside you with my hands on my head, wiping the sweat from my forehead in total disbelief. I beat you! I did it! I just broke the streak. I get on all fours and press my forehead against the mat, catching my breath and squeezing my eyes shut, trying to release all that pent-up rage, until the referee helps me up and raises my arm as the victor. Once he lets go, I crouch down in front of you again and give you a couple of taps on the cheek to see if you're still conscious. I can't quite tell, so I simply grab the white top and, stepping on your abs for leverage, I yank it off. I clench it in my fist and, still stepping on your belly, I raise it above me like a victory flag

The_Announcer: 🛎️🛎️🛎️

The_Announcer: Here is your winner……. VIKTOR LP!! Over The “Gorgeous One”….. Georgia Ellenwood!!