!Challenge

 

Michael_Walraven: My music hits as the show rolls on into the main event hour. I’ve been away for awhile and since !CF roster has been a cake walk for me… I have something else in mind. I make my entrance out from back stage. Chest puffed out with my belt over my shoulder. I make my confident walk down the ramp and to the steel steps. Fans cheering as I climb the steps and I pause to look around at the fans before entering. Then stepping up to the middle turnbuckle and showing off the belt. Then jumping down to the center of the ring as I get tossed a mic from outside the ring.

I finish my speech and taunts as I confidently look towards the ramp and entrance. Seeing which of the “wrestlers” on the roster would DARE to come face me…..

Blaze_Freya: -A theme song that had been long left in the past started to play and the fans' attention all shot to the main stage as the lights dimmed down for a single strobe light over the stage to stand out. Smoke spilled out from behind the curtain as "Collapsing" by Demon Hunter blasted through the speakers, and at the drop, I walked out backwards to a loud ovation! My fiery hair is a dead giveaway to who I am, but when I spin to face the camera in my all-black one-piece with white socks and Chuck Taylor's on, the pop gets even louder. I don't look at the fans at first... just you. It seems that I'm furious already, puffing my cheeks out and letting my adrenaline and rage takeover-

-I march down the ramp with a purpose, hair and makeup done to perfection for my return to the !CF ring. I run down the rest of the way to slide under the white ropes, humping the blue canvas twice before I hop up and look at you with hatred in my icy blue eyes- "You're mine tonight, Michael." -I say, backing into my corner and standing with my arms on the ropes, stretching myself in preparation to do battle once again-

Michael_Walraven: Standing with the utmost confidence in the center of the ring. In my head thinking of which of those LOSERS could make their way to the ring. Georgia Ellenwood? Scarlett Boudreaux? “Queen” Xia? Doesn’t matter who. All I know is that they will all meet the same fate… KO’d under my boot for a 1… 2… 3…!

Michael_Walraven: But I’ve been away so long that I didn’t know who was added to the !CF roster. And nothing could have prepared me for this…

Michael_Walraven: The familiar theme… the pop of the crowd… and most of all…. That fiery red hair…. My eyes widen in shock and it takes everything in me to hold the mic and not let my jaw drop. Blaze…. Fucking….. Freya….. Back in !CF?!?!? Do my eyes deceive me? Not at all as we lock eyes for the first time in a long time. Wow… still as JOBBER LOOKING as before… my wide eyes narrow and a smirk appears on my face as I back up to the ropes and hand off my belt and the mic. I must say you look better than I remember. Everything about you is ready for this moment. Let’s see if you can still wrestle. Your icy blue eyes pierce into me and your words echo through my brain. “Hope you can handle me then….” I taunt back as I move into my own corner and warm up across from you. The crowd still roaring from your entrance and the tension between us. My eyes sizing you up and taking in all of your dangerous curves. The crowd is in for a treat with this main event…

Blaze_Freya: -I tilt my head at you, feeling the pressure build as the crowd is clearly behind me. The referee checks us for any illegal objects. I play it up, letting him pat me down and even turning around to poke my butt out at him, making him sweat a little while he goes down my legs to check my socks. All clear. I watch as he goes over to you, and I readjust my one-piece, waiting for the bell to ring so that I can finally get my hands on you-

Michael_Walraven: I stand in my corner and watch the ref enter and make his way to you. Rolling my eyes as you stick your butt out towards him as he feels your legs and socks up and down. “You done over there? She’s stalling! Trying to not get her ass beat to quickly!” I taunt out towards you as the ref walks over and checks me as my eyes stay locked on you. Watching you adjust your one piece. Then it happens….

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Michael_Walraven: The bell rings and the crowd pops once again as this match has officially begun. Two returns, one winner. I roll out my neck and then raise my guard as I step confidently from my corner. Bouncing on my toes towards you. Beginning to circle around you as my eyes up down you twice more with a smirk on my face. “Hope you’ve been training…”

Blaze_Freya: "I hope you've been learning some respect so I don't have to beat as much into you!" -I fire back, circling the middle of the ring with you and reaching my right hand up high as a sign that I'm ready for a test of strength, planning to catch you off guard with a kick to your torso as soon as you reach for my hand-

Michael_Walraven: I watch you closely as you come closer and we circle in the center of the ring. Your right hand raises and I reach up to match you and begin to interlock fingers… but that becomes a mistake when “GMMMMPH!l your boot slams into my stomach and forces me to bend over in front of you. I groan out loudly as I’m stuck immediately in a bad spot

Blaze_Freya: -Getting you bent over in front of me, I look to take advantage, and I grab you up in a front face lock to try and jump and drive your head into the canvas with a tornado DDT-

Michael_Walraven: I’m stuck bent over and can’t believe you got the first shot in. Things only get worse as I feel you step in and wrap your arm around my head and jump up. I stand up straight, but before you can swing back down, I try to use the momentum. My hands placed on your hips and I press up and backwards to try and send you flying over the top of me

Blaze_Freya: -I flip over you and crash down on my back, grunting and holding my chest as the air was knocked out of me on impact! The crowd boos during my crawl to the ropes after rolling over onto all fours-

Michael_Walraven: I shake off the hit to the stomach as I’m able to get out of the ddt attempt and send you flying over the top of me. I turn around to face you. Seeing you crawling over to the ropes. I take 2 big steps and then leap into the air. Then trying to comeback down with a firm boot onto your back to stomp you back down to the canvas!

Blaze_Freya: -I'm almost there, just inches away before you stomp down hard on my back to flatten me out under your boot. It takes me a second to start moving, and I flail my arms and legs in a desperate, useless attempt at breaking free-

Michael_Walraven: “Should have stayed at home jobber…” I look down at you flailing and squirming as I have you pinned under my boot. I then grind my boot into your back and then stand on your back for a couple seconds to let you hold all my weight on you. Then step over you and soak in all of the boos from the fans

Blaze_Freya: -I growl when you call me a jobber and dig my nails into the canvas, trying to pull myself forward somehow, but I feel you grinding your boot against my back and stop, reaching for the ropes now as you put your full weight on me making it impossible for me to escape at the moment-

Michael_Walraven: I wave on the fans boos and roar at them as I get myself off you and head to the center of the ring. Then turning around to face you. “If you want to lay on the canvas all match I’ll just pin you now!” I tease towards you as I enjoy my view of your curves from this angle. Impatiently waiting for you to stand up

Blaze_Freya: -I suck in oxygen as soon as you get off of me, lying flat as a rug and snarling when you taunt me again. I push up to my knees and then get on my feet, rushing at you to go for a bicycle kick to your face-

Michael_Walraven: Waiting and pointing at my wrist to show that you wasting my time already being down for SOOOO LONG. Then you finally rise from the canvas and turn towards me. I get ready for you. Watching you storm towards me and then raise your knee. I raise my guard and take your kick to my forearms. Your power forces me to stumble backwards, but that’s the extent of the damage. “Nice of you to join me. Rested up?”

Blaze_Freya: "Okay, it's like that?" -I ask, then duck down like I'm about to go for a double leg takedown before I suddenly spring back up to swing a left-handed uppercut at your chin, hoping to wipe that smug look off your face-

Michael_Walraven: “Oh it’s like that!” I get ready for you once again. Seeing you dice down for a double leg takedown. But I fall for your trap as I lean down to counter. But it’s only to set you up for the massive uppercut you deliver. “HMMMMPH!” CRACK against my jaw as spit flies out of my mouth and my head and body shoot upwards and I stumble backwards onto the ropes. Dazed and confused as the ropes support me and I hold my jaw from the punch

Blaze_Freya: -I rush you and try to clothesline you over the top rope so that our bodies spill over the ropes to the outside mats with the crowd roaring!-

Michael_Walraven: I’m in no position to counter as you rush towards me and clothesline my chest hard. Instantly we fall backwards over the ropes and collapse down to the mats on the side of the ring. The crowd going crazy. I land next to you on my back. Basically laid out with one knee bent as I hold my jaw and head. Wincing from hitting the floor

Blaze_Freya: -I pop up to my feet holding my lower back as I grab you by one ear and look to drag you into position in front of the steel steps, so that you're sitting with the back of your head pressed against them. Then I back up, way far away, charging at you in a full sprint to try and kick your face as hard as I can with your head trapped between my foot and the stairs-

Michael_Walraven: The noises of the match are all jumbled in my head as I lay on the mats. You grabbing my ear and yanking to where you want me hurts like hell and snaps me back into the reality where you are kicking my ass currently. I’m seated against the steps and my eyes widen as you charge towards me. I try to flop out of the way and lay flat on the mats as you try to pinch my head with your boot and steel steps

Blaze_Freya: "UGHHH!!!!!" -I kick hard, but all I hit is the steel steps which moves them slightly and makes a loud BANG! I hop on my other foot whilst holding that one, backing up toward the barricade to balance myself, leaning against it-

Michael_Walraven: I roll over onto my stomach and the sound of the steel steps and the crowd wincing gives me more energy. I push myself onto my knees and look over towards you. Balance and braced against the barricade. I push myself up to my feet and then charge towards you. Trying to hit you with a scissor kick of my own to your chest as you nurse for your foot

Blaze_Freya: -With my back against the barricade, all I can do is fall to the ground to avoid your powerful bicycle kick, crawling a few steps away to create distance before I get back up to my feet and look at you to see what kind of damage you did to yourself after missing the kick-

Michael_Walraven: I come towards you fast and launch myself towards you with the kick. Full sending myself and hitting nothing but air. I slam into the barricade with my leg over it and am forced to unhook myself and then slide down to my butt. Groaning and rubbing my leg as I look over towards you with a grimace of pain on my face

Blaze_Freya: -I nod along with the cheering crowd and size you up for something big. The referee is SHOUTING for us to get back in the ring, counting up to three while we're fighting on the outside, but I ignore his count for now as I run at you and lift my knee going for a Kinshasa(running knee to the face) hoping to knock you out cold-

Michael_Walraven: I look at you with a grimace and at the time don’t see you moving. Then take the moment to look up to the ref to see him counting and yelling for us to get back in the ring. I then look towards you and BOOM! All I see is knee colliding with my head. I flop over to the opposite side of the impact and lay flat on my stomach with some drool coming out of my mouth. Knocked the fuck out from impact. Breathing hard and snoring

Blaze_Freya: -The crowd goes wild and I'm PUMPED! I decide to take this time to give the fans a show they won't forget and I stand up, walking to climb up onto the barricade and walk across it like a tight rope before I jump off to attempt a double foot stomp to your back while you're out of it lying face down... the referee's count is up to 5 now-

Michael_Walraven: Unconscious and my eyes fluttering slightly. Ignoring the world as you climb up and stomp down on my back hard. The impact wakes me up but in a lot of pain as I groan out loudly and slowly move around under you as I rub my face and try to figure out where I am

Blaze_Freya: -My feet hit and slip off your back, and I land on my butt on top of you, rolling and flipping back up to my feet to raise my arms for another loud pop. After that, I breathe heavily and grab your ears, both of them this time to pull you up and then shove on your big body to try rolling you inside the ring under the bottom rope-

Michael_Walraven: “Ughhhhh….. fuck…..” I groan out as I feel you land on top of me and the pop from the crowd makes my head ring. I growl out loudly as you grab my ears and drag me up to my feet. As you go to toss me back into the ring. I plant my left hand on the apron to stop you. And then try to slam a firm elbow into your stomach as you stand next to me

Blaze_Freya: "Ugh, you stubborn- AWH!!!" -I bend over around your elbow and stagger back a few steps, holding my abdomen and sticking my butt out toward the fans-

Michael_Walraven: “That’s… ugh…. What you get… you bitch….” I groggily and breathily groan out as the crowd stays loud with now your ass on display for that side of the arena. I then turn towards you grabbing that thick red hair and hold you bent over. All to keep you in position for me to slam my knee into your jaw. Trying to give you a taste of your own medicine

Blaze_Freya: -With my hands still covering my abs, I have no time to block and get blasted by your knee, knocked silly and wobbling around while you hold me up by my hair-

Michael_Walraven: The ref is screaming at us. “8….. 9……!!” I shake out my head and look over at him and wave him off. I then switch hands and wind my hand back to give your thick ass a firm spank before grabbing the bottom part of your singlet. Then wedgie you hard to then try and toss you back in the ring under the bottom rope. Then swiftly follow you in to beat the 10 count

Blaze_Freya: -I'm rolled inside after a hard spank that leaves a red handprint on my right butt cheek. I roll onto my stomach and rub my ass, pushing up onto my knees and looking at you with a drained expression-

Michael_Walraven: The count of 10 doesn’t come and the match is still on. I roll in and lay down on my back close to you. That took a lot out of me that last spirt of offense and I need some time. I am spread eagle and my chest heaves up and down as I look over at you with a similar drained expression as I close my eyes and my face looks up to the ceiling as I try to recover and catch my breath

Blaze_Freya: -I collapse onto the mat after seeing you spread eagle, taking some time to recover my breath and then I push up to get back on my feet, backing up into the corner and watching your every move- "You're done for, bitch! Get up again... I'm gonna knock you the fuck out... again!" -I'm running on adrenaline and hyping myself up to finish you off-

Michael_Walraven: I feel ready and able to continue this match. I open my eyes and sit up like the undertaker. With a big inhale I hear your words echo through my mind once more. I look over at you and smirk. Sweat dripping off my face as I roll to my knees and then begin to stand up. “Bring it on… you red headed demon!” I yell at you and hype myself up also. Ready for what feels like the climax of this match!

Blaze_Freya: -I watch as you sit up and I snarl at you from across the ring. Once you stand, I run at you and duck down looking to drive my right shoulder into your abdomen with my signature TORN!!!(spear)-

Michael_Walraven: I rise to my feet and watch you take off towards me. “COME ON!” I scream out at you as you shoot towards me like a bolt of lightning. I smirk as I know you well and there’s only one move coming now… TORN!!! I stand ready and try to time you up with a world rocking knee to that pretty little chin of yours!

Blaze_Freya: -I duck down at the last second and BOOM! Your knee hits my face again and I pop up with a dazed look on my face as I unwillingly spin around from the impact, giving you my back while I'm wobbling around-

Michael_Walraven: My knee connects and the crack of bone on bone contact echos through the entire arena. The audience in shock as their red haired queen is stumbling around like the bimbo she is. And now… I know only one way to try and finish you off. You give your back to me. So I give your thick ass a hard and firm spank before taking off for the ropes. Bouncing off them towards you and then launching myself like a human missile in order to land my own TORN!!!

Blaze_Freya: -I'm too dazed from the knee to be able to dodge the TORN of yours, getting taken down hard by my own move. I bend around you and then flop down on the canvas, lifeless and with my arms over my head, spread eagle-

Michael_Walraven: My shoulder slams into your defenseless midsection and I feel your almost limp body morph to my shoulder. The ring shakes with the impact of TORN and the crowd erupts with cheers and boos. I peel myself off your stomach to see you spread eagle and your arms up over your head. I smirk and waste no time. Laying across your breasts and hooking your outside leg. Pulling it flush wit my chest to show off the flexibility for my current pinned opponent. My other hand taking a firm and good squeeze of your thick ass cheek as I leg hook pin you underneath me. Hoping to finish you off right here as the ref slides down and slaps the canvas.

Blaze_Freya: -I'm out cold as you lift my leg up and show off my flexibility, and my butt as you grab a handful of my smooth ass cheek- "ONE!!!..." -My other foot dances around, eventually kicking in the air- 

-I come to and shake my head, trying to lift my shoulder up and twist my body to the side to break the pin-

Michael_Walraven: It feels like victory. The only part of you I feel moving is your chest under me. The two counts come in. The grasp of your thigh and ass are almost as sweet as the victory…. But it all fades in the blink of an eye as you somehow KICK OUT!! I mean. Not even kick out. I still have your leg hooked and pinned. But your shoulder gets off the canvas and the ref calls the pin off. I toss your leg down and roll off you in disbelief. And begin to argue with the ref about how you kicked out

Blaze_Freya: -My fans are holding their breath until I kick out and they release sighs of relief, watching as I roll onto my side holding my stomach. But I know I don't have time to recover, so I push myself back up on wobbly legs before I'm fully ready to stand, and I back up into you, then I fall and go for a pele kick to your head while I'm falling to my back-

Michael_Walraven: My mind ignores the match that’s taking place to argue with the ref about how there shouldn’t be a match anymore. I won, she wasn’t kicking out. I keep arguing till I feel you back into me. “Watch it loser! Can’t you see…. UGH!” Your pele kick nails me in the head and I’m sent down to my back. Holding my head and kicking my feet into the canvas

Blaze_Freya: -I can feel the energy from the crowd as they will me to hop back up to my feet like HBK and then they just lose their minds. My hair flops down into my face and I sling it back out of it, sensing the crowd is ready for a big move that I look to be the one to deliver. I walk over you, stepping on your abdomen to get on the other side of you and then I grab your right wrist and leg, taking almost everything I've got to drag you into position in front of the corner. Then I go to climb up to the very top turnbuckle-

Michael_Walraven: “GMMMPH!” I groan out from below as you step on my abdomen and begin to drag me to the corner. The daze and pain from that Pele kick makes me helpless to your advances of a big move. I’m laid out in the perfect spot for you near the corner. My chest rising and falling as I wince and grimace in pain. Looking towards you as you climb to the top turnbuckle like the rest of the fans. Trying to find my strength I get out of this….

Blaze_Freya: -Once I'm up top, I turn around and do not hesitate to jump off, looking for my double foot stomp again this time to your chest! Hoping I can finish you off with a BANG!-

Michael_Walraven: I watch you climb and then leap. My mind wants to move but it’s no use as my muscles are on fire from the match and BANG! Your double foot stomp lands flush across my chest and my roll over to my side after the hard stomp. My eyes closed and face contorted in pain by not moving. Slightly twitching my foot and the rest of me motionless

Blaze_Freya: -Again, my feet land but this time on your chest, and I roll and flip forward to get back up... and now I strut over to you, giving myself a wedgie in my one-piece before I stand over you with one foot on either side of your head, sitting down slowly and confidently for a reverse face sitting pin! I wiggle my hips to adjust your face in between my butt cheeks and then I place my hands on your chest to keep you firmly pinned down beneath me -The referee starts his count-

Michael_Walraven: Unable to do anything after that hard double stomp. My eyes fluttered open as you push me over. Laid out spread eagle under neat you and see you wedgie yourself and get your ass cheeks ready for your new throne. You reverse facesit me. Your thick cheeks engulf my face and you sink down further as you wiggle your hips and get my face nice and snug between them. Then your hands press down onto my chest as it heaves from my breathing. 

The referee counts. The ring feels like it vibrates from the loudness of the crowds roars for you as you have me in a humilatiny hot reverse facesit pin. The refs hand raises high for the final count… but the story isn’t done… I find it in my soul and hunger for victory to rocket my shoulder up off the canvas and break the pin from under you. Still stuck under your reverse facesit.

Blaze_Freya: -I'm watching the ref's hand go up and down, ready for that final count but he stops just before smacking the canvas for three and I look at him with wide eyes, popping up and standing to get ready to continue, but I'm so winded that I can only walk forward to the ropes and lean against them, shaking my head as fury sets in-

Michael_Walraven: You pop up off my face and I take a deep breath and cough out a lot from the lack of air I was receiving while under your cheeks. I roll over to my stomach and slowly begin to push myself up to my knees then my feet. Looking over at you as I stand and raise my guard with the body posture of a tired boxer who is in the final round. “Come here… you sorry sack of shit….” I taunt as I begin to move towards you slowly

Blaze_Freya: -I roll my shoulders and raise my guard as well, taking in deep breaths before I charge at you, feinting a right jab and immediately following through with a left hook with all my rage behind it-

Michael_Walraven: I move towards you and you come at me with those deep tired breathes. You feint your right jab and I bite. Leaving a clear window for your left hook. THUMP! Across my cheek as I stagger but manage to stay standing…. I turn my head towards you and try to come over the top with a hard right hook of my own towards your temple!

Blaze_Freya: "YEAAAH!!!! BOOOOOO!!!!!" -As we trade punches, the crowd reacts and your right hook rocks my head to the side so I spin with it, trying a spinning back fist to your face-

Michael_Walraven: The crowd is into this slug fest we have that is trying to decide a winner and a loser. My right hook catches you clean but you spin and expertly catch me on my other cheek with a spinning back fist. Spit flies from my mouth as I drop to one knee in front of you. Breathing hard. I look towards you and stagger back up to my feet. Then feint a hook. Looking to go for glory as then shift my stance and try to hit you a superkick to your jaw!

Blaze_Freya: -I SMACK my fist against your face and rock you with it, turning to face you and see you rise again off one knee, then your hook comes fast so I duck, but it was only a feint as I come back up looking kind of confused before the superkick lands flush and knocks me onto my back with my arms over my head again. I'm looking up at the lights, not quite knocked out but still dazed to the point where I'm seeing double-

Michael_Walraven: My superkick finds its mark and I land with a solid thud of my boot hitting the canvas. Looking down over my shoulder I see you laid out again with your arms over your head. I take a deep breathe and force myself to move. It’s now over never. I walk over to your head. Gripping your thick red hair with both hands to begin to drag you back up to your feet to try and finish you off this time…

Blaze_Freya: -I'm deadweight for you until I feel my scalp burning from the hairpulling, so I stand up on shaky legs, slapping at you and trying to do some damage somehow, just pure hatred for you as I try to fight to stay up, and stay awake-

Michael_Walraven: I drag you up to your feet and the crowd begins to clap to try and will you back into this match. I take a crisp slap across the cheek. But at this point, I have one singular focus. That’s you knocked the fuck out… my head turns to the side, but I snap right back and retaliate with a swift knee or your exposed stomach. Hoping that will keep you occupied as I try to drag you to the center of the ring.

Blaze_Freya: "HUGHHH!!!" -I bend over, holding my stomach and dropping to one knee, then standing back up on both feet but still hunched over-

Michael_Walraven: You stand back up but are in the perfect position now. I take us to the center of the ring. The crowd desperate for you to try and come back into this match. I tuck your head between my thighs. Squeezing them together to lock you in place. I look and then with emphasis, do a double thumbs down over you. Then I lean over your back and wrap my arms around your waist. Without hesitation and with swiftness. Flip you upside down for a piledriver. I don’t stop to gloat, I jump as high as I can with whatever is in the tank and kick out my legs to drop down and SPIKE your head into the canvas

Blaze_Freya: -My legs spread and the tips of my shoes hit the canvas a split second after my head does, knocking my lights out and leaving me KO'd in your arms. I twitch a few times, first my arms, then my legs... I can't feel a thing anymore, but I will definitely feel it when I wake up-

Michael_Walraven: My piledriver connects…. Flawlessly… The ring shakes as the crowd is in shock and awe. I’m seated in the center of the ring with you face down and knocked the fuck out in front of me. Your perfect ass on display for the crowd and you lay there. Unconscious and only twitching. I grimace as I lift my leg to get around you. Crawling to your side, taking a handful of ass and shoulder to roll you over to your back. I don’t have the energy for a proper pin. I fall forward, face first into your breast. Lazily tossing your arms over your head. I straddling your left thigh as I weakly pull your right leg over my back and butt to “leg hook” pin you. The ref slides in…..

Blaze_Freya: -I stay down under you, leg hooked up just barely, all sweaty and unconscious as the referee counts- 

-My other foot twitches- 

-I turn my head to the side, drool spilling out when I do-

Michael_Walraven: And…….. I reach down and take a firm grip of your ass cheek as to hope it will hold you down for the final count….. 

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Michael_Walraven: The biggest sigh of relief exits my mouth and chest as the bell rings after the ref slaps the canvas for the final time. I give your ass a couple of pats before shoving your leg off my back and rolling off your thigh. I use your defeated boobs as my pillow as I catch my breath and the ref brings me my belt and lays it on my chest.

Blaze_Freya: -I lie there still not moving an inch, just my chest going up and down and abs flexing a bit. The crowd is on their feet, boos overcoming the cheers while your hand is raised in victory over me-

Michael_Walraven: I get helped up to my feet by the ref. Then take my victory pose over you with foot on your boobs as I hold up my title high over my head. Then take my foot off your boobs and put the title on my shoulder. Rubbing my cheek and holding my head. Wincing as each breath causes something new to hurt as I enjoy my victory and spoil your return match to !CF!