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Alana Danvers
Alana was so exited. It was the first time she would be featured in one of OPCW's popular PLE's. Not only that, she was in a title match. A one on one tittle match, it was rather unexpected for someone so new to the company, but sometimes, things take a twisted path. A few weeks ago, backstage, Gladius was running his mouth, how he was the absolute best Euro Champion there was, but that was when the fresh faced, up and coming star, Alana just happened to be walking by. The two exchanged words, and what began as an overconfident trash talking by Gladius, well it led to the woman known in the ring as: Alana 'The Muscle Nerd' Danvers being a bit offended. She had always had a bit of a chip on her shoulder, especially about big bullies. After more heated words, including Gladius completely overlooking her as a threat, she cornered him verbally and challenging him to a match, and after a bit of her trash talking, he was foolish enough to put his title on the line. However, the match was set officially by KC Lauren, the COO of OPCWrestling. Alana was beyond exited.
Over the weeks, what had originally been planed as a simple one on one match at the PLE Spring Reloaded, turn into a No Holds Barred match for the title thanks to both Gladius and Alana trash talking, not to mention minor backstage altercations in the weeks leading up to the PLE. But that was then, this is now. Alana had all those thoughts in her head as she drove to the Arena in her Special Bronco Raptor HPE-91 by Hennessy. Being a smaller powerhouse, the raised SUV with over 600 HP suited her personality well. She parked and hopped out, all attitude and ready to get dressed in the locker room, high hopes of all her training in the gym in the weeks leading up to the match would pay off. More than two hours later, in the locker room, some one knocked on her door. She had on a long orange trench coat, orange boots with white laces, the trench coat covered in sequences for that pop and shine as she entered later.
In the arena, the lights dimmed. A beat hit the overhead speaker after a school bell rang. The lights flashed in tune with the beat, the crowed popping with excitement in tune with the beat. She had had a few entrances in the ring, facing off with the champ, so the people knew her song. That was when the chorus of The Pretty Reckless - Heaven Knows, played and Alana finally walked out in her gear. Many cheered, some boo'ed, faithful to the champ. As she made her way to the ring, Alana took off her sparkly orange trench coat and threw it to the floor, sliding under the bottom rope into the ring, ready and hyped for the match. She worse A silky sexy orange top and a matching black thing made to show off her sexy thighs. Her short muscles flexed as she walked to her corner, no trash talking, just time to wait for the champ.
The Pretty Reckless - Heaven Knows (Official Music Video)
Gladius Maz
It all started a few weeks earlier. After just another victorious match, a few more harsh words in the backstage area, some bragging rights, and laughter with friends, until a new face showed up and ruined the big Italian wrestler's plans. A new girl, a certain Alana, had gotten in the way, threatening Gladius with a stinging defeat after an exchange of words. She was half his size, a muscular woman with dyed hair, blonde. Gladius would have left an opponent alone who seemed less than worthy, but something burned in the girl's eyes... a fire he'd rarely seen. And so it happened! First he agreed to a match, then several backstage encounters that escalated into insults and swearing, until the championship belt was on the line! Maz himself wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten there... but that's how it went!
After weeks, the match was finally here. Despite the size difference, Gladius hadn't taken the match lightly. He never underestimated anyone, knowing it was the best way to make a fool of yourself! He'd seen her enter the arena lot in a large SUV, photographed like a great diva... he'd let her do it; he was already there in the gym, warming up and preparing. Once he was ready, he'd slipped backstage to watch her entrance from a privileged position... there was no doubt that the girl meant business! She knew how to move, captivating the crowd. Lauren had been careful in choosing her as the new challenger... Maz did a final stretch before preparing to enter. The lights went out, silence fell over the arena, while a few cell phone flashlights flickered on here and there in the crowd... in the darkness, a guitar riff! Then another, and another one, then the drums, until the entire arena was filled with the deep sound of Scorpion's guitars, with Rock you Like a Hurricane!
Scorpions - Rock You Like A Hurricane (Official Music Video)
The Italian Gladiator entered the arena with a brisk pace, high-fiving his most ardent fans. Dressed entirely in black, from his boots to his latex shorts to his T-shirt, he took it off, twirling it over his head before throwing it into the crowd. Starting to run, he dove under the bottom rope, then suddenly stood up, urging the crowd on, posing in the center of the ring. In the background, the Scorpions performed their part, aided by a lighting display that matched the music.
Alana Danvers
As he slid into the ring, Alana kept her eyes on the BIG MAN. How he walked, how he talked, how he took of his shirt and how he was twirling it over his head before throwing it into the crowd. How he dove under the ropes only to stand in the center of the ring a few moments later, again showing of like a confident champ. Little did he know the chip on her shoulder and how it drove her to having long undefeated streaks in the past. She smiled and then shouted at him, in a sweet playful voice. "You know, all that sexy talk, well the match was made a bit more hardcore, as you will find out with the referee's announcement." Her sadistic stare mixed with that sweet voice, more than a bit unnerving. That cray cray look just did not fit with her sweet voice, but then again, she loved how it could mess with her opponents head.
The referee then called over the ring announcer, and her voice came over the mic. Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL." People in the crowed mimic, chanting ONE FALL... "Is for the OPCwrestling Euro Championship. As stipulated prior to the match, this contest will be held under NO HOLDS BARRED and EROTIC rules. Presenting first the challenger standing at an even 5'-0" and weighing 117 pounds, hailing from Columbus, Ohio, the 'petite powerhouse'... Alana 'The Muscle Nerd' Danvers!" Many in the crowed cheered for the rookie in OPCW, a well traveled rookie with years of experience in the ring in other places around the world prior to joining OPCW. Alana took a step forward, flexing and showing off her petite curves, the whole time, staring at Gladius. The the announcer spoke up again. "And her opponent, standing at 6'-1", weighing in at 214 lbs. He is the reigning, defending OPCW Euro Champion, Gladius Maz!" Again the crowed cheered, at least those that had boo'ed Alana before, supporting their champion. Alana looked over at Gladius. "I told you there were some interesting stipulations added." She then flexed, taunting him and waiting for the bell, severely out match in weight, height, and also outclassed in strength.
Gladius Maz
Maz, looked her up and down at her. First he smiled, baring his teeth, then put his hands on his hips. "Is that all? You think I'm worried about that?" He strode toward her. "You know, when you want to intimidate someone... I advise you to put on the table something that can actually be scary!" Then he turned to the crowd. "I have these kinds of matches for breakfast, just to warm up!" He put his hand to his ear, as if to feel the support of the crowd, once again divided between those who supported him and those who booed him!
"I'll try to take it easy on you," he smiled again. "Maybe..." He took off the belt, which was clearly visible at his waist, and lifted it in the air for everyone to see. After the usual ritual photos, he started to hand it to the assistant outside the ring, then stopped. "Wait," he said, approaching Alana. "Maybe you better see closely what you're fighting for." He stepped forward, showing her the belt in all its glory, waving it in front of her face. "Is that clearer now?" he said with a hint of mischief... and then pushed the belt forward to try and slam it right into the young wrestler's face! The bell rang immediately after the attempted attack, signaling the start of the match!
Alana Danvers
As soon as he turned to the crowed, she retorted... "Go ahead 'BIG MAN', underestimate my sadism with these stipulations, it suits me just fine BIG BITCH." She shock her head as he took in the crowds adulation.... how foolishly arrogant he was, though truth be told, she was the same way with a crowd. She stared as he turned back around, taking off his belt after some words. "Oh please oh please, yes, take it easy on me BIG MAN, I am so very scared." She smirked at him, sarcasm thickly laced in every word and enunciation. He approached her, showed off the belt. As soo as he stepped, she got ready to crouch down, she knew exactly what he was going for, she would have done it her self.
Quickly she ducked under as he thrusted that belt at her head, just barely it missed the crown of her forehead. Instantly, she went low, stomping hard on the top of his right boot, a bit of street smarts. Then she quickly followed with a punch to his strong belly, before backing away quickly. If there was one thing she had the advantage in, it was speed. She had faced many bigger opponents, she knew what usually worked. "Nice try BIG MAN, but I am not a simple rookie, I am a rookie only to this company. I have won championships in cities around the world you prolly don't even know how to pronounce." She smirked again.
Gladius Maz
Maz immediately realized he'd been predictable. Not in general, of course... but in this specific case. Alana reasoned like him and thought like him. He liked it and at the same time, that alarmed him. The punishment came immediately... a swift stomp on the toes that made him jump, then a quick punch in the stomach, which doubled him over! OUUUUUFF, exhaling for the blow, he made a mental note of this... she thinks like me!
Bent and double over, Maz didn't hesitate. He had several advantages, but among them were power and physique. He could take more hits and hit harder... and he immediately tried to make it clear. From that position, he pushed off with his feet and attempted to impale Alana's stomach with a devastating shoulder strike!
Alana Danvers
Again, he went for power and tried to be quick and unpredictable. Again, Alana moved, again, she avoided contact, the BIG broad shoulder brushing right by, a close one, but she had that speed advantage. Quickly she kicked him in the midsection, her bright orange, shiny boots perfectly matched her top. The kick was not the hardest, but it was fast, just as intended. Once again, right after her one kick, she moved back and out of his arm reach. She was short and sexy, but she was also a ring tactician when she needed to be. She knew since he was bigger, first she needed to frustrate him. Evade, stick a small quick move, then back away, frustrate the brute a bit, maybe he would make a small mistake. In either case, it was a sound opening strategy.
Gladius Maz
Maz moved, but missed again. Instead, he found a straight boot where the punch had just hit him! The blow wasn't particularly hard, but he felt it enough to raise his alarm. She was even faster than he thought. He stood up straight at a safe distance. "Ha!" he said, smiling. "This will be even more fun..." He kicked the belt (which had previously fallen from his hand) out of the ring and looked at Alana, bending his knees and starting to circle her, posing. "Show me what you got!" He understood what her game was and he intended to play it... but only by his own rules.
Alana Danvers
She looked over as he kicked away the belt, perfect opportunity for a bit more trash talk. "Wow, that belt must be so important to you if you just lazily kick it away like that. That belt deserves to be with someone who respects it more than that, but then again, what else can I expect from a BIG BAD BRUTE with a small ring IQ." She was also taunting, an added tactic, hopefully one that further annoyed him too. She knew well, the worst thing to do, was to let your opponent dictate the pace, or to let him dictate the pace of your GAME. She did not lunge, instead she circled him as well, assessing him, staring at his movements, noting his speed, or lack there of. Even as it was happening, he would prolly see in her eyes, her wheels in her head were turning. She then had it, she put up her hands, a simple test of strength, she wanted to see just how foolish or smart he was.
Gladius Maz
Maz lifted one corner of his mouth in a crooked smile. "It means a lot to me... I just didn't want a dirty little slut like you touching it with your filthy hands!" She was starting her own personal chess game. She wanted to play? Fine! When she raised her arms to propose a test of strength, Maz approached, both arms in the air. Proving that he hadn't become a champion with power alone, he tried to impress her with speed as well. As soon as his left hand connected with her right, he pulled her towards him, simultaneously lowering his right arm and attempting a close-range clothesline to her chest!
Alana Danvers
She did not exactly expect what he did, but she did expect something. She was not sure, but had suspected if he had the title, at least he was a bit smart. She had to be ready for any move. When he pulled her in, she was worried, but when he went for that powerful short arm clothesline to her chest, she knew it was something she could work with. Instead of just taking the full force, she leaned back, her background in gymnastics helped her agility a lot. His arm hit her chest, but since she was already moving with that momentum, it did not hit nearly as hard. Instead as she fell back, she made sure to fall close to his leg. "No Holds Barred bitch, no rules!" Then she kicked up, her boot aimed right at that bulge in his crotch.
Gladius Maz
He watched her bend, but it was all so quick. The blow surprised her, but not enough... Maz hit her covered breast and pushed her to the ground, her fall feeling a little too controlled, as finally, he understood why! As the boot hit, Maz screamed loudly, filling the arena... then he suddenly smiled and stopped, catching Alana's foot still in mid-air. "A low blow? Did you really think I wouldn't show up prepared for this? Let's see if you're ready too!" he said, attempting a straight stomp on her womanhood! Then he let go of her foot to grab his bulge, revealing a strange shape under his shorts... the one of a protective shell, a cup!
Alana Danvers
She smiled at him as she took the pain of that stomp on her covered pussy. She growned out a bit, but it was obvious, she was used to low blows. She then quirked a smirk as she looked up at him. "Lucky you, so your wearing a cup to protect your prolly VERY SMALL PENIS." She mocked, not knowing really what size it was, but keeping him angry may help. Since she was a woman, low blows did not hurt her as much as they hurt men. She then aimed to the left and shot out two hard kicks, that shiny orange boot hitting Maz inner thigh hard, where he was not protected. Then she easily rolled under him to get behind, getting ready for more attacks.
Gladius Maz
Maz was shocked when his blow had little to no effect! "A real steel pussy, huh? I'll have to hit harder!" He smiled and started to fold aiming to grab her, but Alana showed off her speed once again, rolling between his legs and standing up backwards. Maz knew what to do and kicked his leg back, attempting a mule kick to the chest to try and send her back onto the ground!
Alana Danvers
The mule kick came fast, but once again, it hit her covered crotch, and being a woman, it did not have the effect on her as it did on men. It was enough to back her up one step. "Oh, BIG MAN BITCH WANTS TO GET DIRTY, huh? Fine by me." She had a plan forming in her head, but she needed the time. She took two more steps back, getting the distance he wanted. Then with a little run, she hopped up, sending a dropkick to his back while she was still behind him, hoping it bought her some time. She did not even wait to see how hard it hit, instead she rolled right under the bottom rope, part of her plan coming together. "To slow Maz..."
Gladius Maz
Not expecting such a quick recovery, Maz was caught squarely in the dropkick zone. It wasn’t than painful, but he was taken by surprise, losing his balance slightly and having to use the ropes to keep himself upright. Calmly, he turned to Alana, who had meanwhile slipped out of the ring. "Where are you going, dear? Are you leaving me here alone?" With a little run-up, he slipped under the bottom rope too and landed on the outside of the ring, standing right in front of her!
Alana Danvers
She backed up a few paces, she needed the space. She looked at him. She had to get his attention enough to get him to be a little reckless. She smirked... "Well well now. The BIG MAN BITCH has me all cornered outside the ring." The corner post outside the ring was behind her back. "Whatever will I do?" She the flipped him the birdie so to speak. "Come on BIG MAN BITCH, come try and get me, or are you a cowardly Champion, huh?" She did not expect him to run into that post, but it would be a good distraction at the very least if he got close to hitting it. "Come prove you can finally be fast enough, BIG MAN BITCH." She was laying it on thick, the mental games and provocation.
Gladius Maz
Maz wasn't the type of person to be fooled by those words... in a normal situation. Now, the girl was mocking him in front of everyone. "Someone here really has to shut you up..." he said with a serious expression. The crowd ands were surging at him, pushing him. He had seen the post behind Alana, but what else could he do? He ran forward, charging to try and surprise her with a Haymaker to the neck!
Alana Danvers
It was just as she planned, just as she goaded him, the crowd cheering him to make her pay for her disrespect. Alana crouched. That was when Maz started rushing strait at her. She smirked, just as planned. She starred at his Big, semi muscular, wrestlers sexy body lumbering over at her at a quick pace for his size. She took 1 step forward, just as panned, then went into a cart wheel, ducking under his arm in fashion, her gymnast background.
She did not wait and turn to see if he hit the post, in all likely hood, a champion like that had enough smarts to stop his momentum before he hit the post since he was not at break neck speed, but it gave her the time she needed, as she grabbed a kendo stick quickly from under the ring, turned and waited for him. Now she had a weapon in hand. She held it like a baseball bat at the ready, standing just outside of his reach, behind him.
Gladius Maz
Alana cart wheeled past him like a gymnast, showing off her flexibility. Putting his hands out, he managed to stop before hitting the steel post with relative ease, but he realized he'd wasted time. He heard the crowd heating up; some were shouting, some were booing. As soon as he turned, Maz saw Alana with a kendo stick in her hands, poised to strike like a baseball player. "Hey..." he tried to put her hands out. "Put that thing down before someone gets hurt..." he took a step back, but found only the pole behind his back.
Alana Danvers
She glared at him. He was no slouch. If she swung for his head, he would just duck. Hell, any swing he would prolly evade. So Alana got innovative. She smirked at him. "Now why would I ever put this thing down? Don't tell me a BIG MAN like you is afraid. Hmm, I guess you really are a BIG BITCH." She teased and flipped him off again. She was playing the taunting game. The crowd chanted, some cheering, some boing, chants of 'BIG MAN BITCH' echoed in the arena. "Tell me Maz, you like that new nickname? Seems like the crowd does. 'BIG MAN BITCH' | 'BIG MAN BITCH' | 'BIG MAN BITCH' | 'BIG MAN BITCH' chants... She laughed at him, and then ran at him, but instead of going for a swing, she shoved the KENDO like a pool stick, aiming for the midsection of his. A start she thought.
Gladius Maz
Maz was no rookie to hardcore. He was ready to dodge a blow to the head or legs... maybe even absorb and react to a whip to the body... but Alana used the kendo stick like a pool stick! "UUUUNGH!" She speared his midsection from a safe distance! Maz remained bent in half, one hand on his ribs, the other held in the vain hope of blocking another blow!
Alana Danvers
Alana saw him raise his left hand, blocking and covering up his midsection, the other clutching at his ribs. She smiled. She then went low, going to one knee, she then aimed and swung her kendo stick, this time a real swing, but to his ankle. "You like that, BIG MAN BITCH MAZ." She giggled all to sweetly, a disturbing contrast to her actions. "And you thought this title match was going to be easy." She then swung again, but this time, aiming at his left inner thigh very strategically. "You like this? HUH? You think that cup is gonna help you now if it is not even my target?" Again, she swung the kendo hard into his left inner thigh, a targeted plan.
Gladius Maz
Maz was leaning forward, expecting a blow to the head or back, and was ready to absorb it. As he focused on that, Alana struck first at his ankle, then two hard blows to his inner thigh! Maz fell to one knee, howling in pain, his inner thighs turning dark pink from the blow. She continued to taunt him, while he gritted his teeth, enraged and eager to return the favor. “GRRRR” he roared like a caged wolf… He waited for an opening, a half-miss, while the crowd joined in Alana's chant, each voice pissing him off more and more!
Alana Danvers
She smiled even more sweetly as she saw him go down to one knee. She licked her lips when she saw the bruises on his inner thigh, perfect. "You look so good on your knees in front of me MAZ, you should do that more often." The crowd kept chanting 'BIG MAN BITCH' | 'BIG MAN BITCH' | over and over again... She then pointed to the crowd. "They love it Maz, maybe you should just get used to it." The sweat on her petite Half American / Half Belgian, OH SO SEXY pale body made her skin glisten in a very alluring and POWERFUL feminine way. She turned, raising her KENDO to he crowd, adulation at it's best. They went wild. Then she turned and set up, and after smiling and winking at him, took a swing at his ribs again.
Gladius Maz
This was too much for a reigning champion to bear. Alana was basking in her victory a little too much, and Maz was determined to teach her a lesson... as soon as she turned, Maz gritted his teeth to keep the pain at bay, then stood ready for the next Kendo strike. Raising his hand in a flash, he deflected the stick in midair, causing the blow to bounce back. "That's enough! You're done playing!" From his kneeling position, with a feline leap, he lunged forward with all his bulk, driving his shoulder as deep as possible into Alana's midsection, attempting to crush her violently against the padded barricades that separated them and the screaming fans!
Alana Danvers
Alana was struck with surprise as MAZ suddenly blocked her shot, the surged forward in a LION time lunge. Her face said it all, she was not expecting him to recover so fast as she took in the crowds adulation, and she paid for it as his shoulder drove into midsection hard, driving her back first into the barricade with a sick sound. She wailed out in pain. The crowed cheering as the champ paid her back. She put her hands on his shoulders, just holding on, keeping her self up, using him so she would not slump to the floor. She was not feeling his power.
Gladius Maz
All the pain and anger he'd built up dissipated in an instant as Maz hit her so hard she was pinned against the barricade. He could feel Alana's hands on his shoulders, desperately trying not to fall after the blow. Maz pushed her further against the barricade, grabbing her hair with one hand and pulling so that her head was twisted back. "I always pay my dues," he said in a hoarse voice. Then, spurred on by the enthusiasm of the crowd, who had now switched sides, he raised his free hand and looked her straight in the eyes, smiling, almost licking his lips. "Now it's my turn." To soften her up a bit and begin to pound the brat, he violently swung his open hand, trying to slap her breasts with a series of well-placed chops. Part of the crowd was silent, the other was urging him to do even worse, but one thing was certain, everyone had stopped chanting in chorus for Alana.
Alana Danvers
It was not exactly what she expected, but a form of power, something she knew he had. HE WAS THE CHAMP, for now at least. Then she felt him push her further against the barricade, grabbing her hair with one hand and pulling so that her head was twisted back. He shouted at her in a sarcastic way, translation, reading in between the lines, pain was coming.
She should have known it was coming. Maz lifted his hand, the started softening her up as a series of harsh, open palmed chops slapped her small covered tits hard. Her sensitive tits were on fire as she took the punishment he dealt. But she looked up at him, determination still in her eyes, the parts of her chest not covered by her top, red. "BRING IT BIG MAN BITCH!" She taunted for more punishment.
Gladius Maz
Maz landed several chops on her covered breasts, when he saw her smile and ask for more, "every wish is a command!" He paused for a moment, grabbing her silky top with his free hand, never letting go of her hair, then with a sudden, powerful tug, he pulled the top until he heard a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPP that tore it in half! Her firm, fit yet small breasts were exposed to the fresh air, and without batting an eyelid, he started again with a couple of chops, this time straight to her bare breasts!
"I hope you're having half as much fun as I am!" he hissed through clenched teeth, then tugged on Alana's hair to try to tuck her head under his armpit. With his other hand, he grabbed her shorts... the crowd warmed up, already anticipating the next move!
Alana Danvers
She stared up at the big man defiantly. She was even about to spit in his face, but then, all the things went side ways from her plans. She was betting on angering him and ducking under his chops. Then he held her tighter by the hair. The crowd cheered. But no one knew exactly what was coming. A few seconds later, he tore of her shiny top, exposing her 29 A cup, tiny tities! Already her nipples were half erect on her tiny breasts. Then the chops rained down, hard and fast. Alana yelped and winced at every hit to her sensitive breasts. The crowd roared when they saw her topless, receiving harsh chops, and lewd ones, chanting: 'BEAT THOSE TITS!' || 'BEAT THOSE TITS!' || 'BEAT THOSE TITS!' || 'BEAT THOSE TITS!' She gasped and when he grabbed her and set her up, her head under his arm, she knew what was coming, a suplex on the concrete floor covered by a thin layer of rubber mat. Desperately, she hooked her sweaty ankle around his, trying to stop him and counter act that power, hoping and praying.
Gladius Maz
Maz smiled at her simple attempt to resist the lift. "You think it's that easy?" With a simple movement of pure strength, Maz yanked his leg free, then grabbed Alana's panties tightly. "Now up!" Bending his legs slightly, he lifting her into the air with ease, given the huge weight difference. Standing upright, Maz held her suspended with her breasts exposed, half naked for everyone to see. Some in the audience started taking pictures!
Alana Danvers
Alana grunted as he forced the move, but then, to her surprise, he did not only lift her, he held her in place as the crowd chanted, suspended upside down and half exposed. Alana grunted, blood rushing to her head, sweat dripping from her tits and nipples on to her chin since she was vertical and upside down. Frantically, she though, trying her best, she wiggled then while upside down, she hit his head and shoulder quickly a few times, desperate to stop the move, she was not sure what he had planned.
Gladius Maz
Maz felt her squirm, desperate to break free... but he held her suspended easily. In his arms, Alana looked like nothing more than a stick, hovering in the air. "Let's get some exercise, shall we? Let's start with squats!" Maz bent his knees a few times, bouncing her up and down as the crowd cheered. Then he pivoted on his foot before moving into the starting position and, instead of slamming her onto her back, he bent forward to launch her midsection straight over the barrier, leaving her hanging!
Alana Danvers
She was a fighter and a wrestler through and through. Even as the blood rushed, she kept fighting. When he showboated and did some squats, she hit the crown of his head weakly with her knee like a luchadora, but despite it, he still powered and dropped her, just not as she expected. Instead of slamming her onto her back, he bent forward to launch her midsection straight over the barrier, the impact jarring as he left her hanging there, the crowed cheering the violence as a few seconds later, Alana fell backwards on to some of the chairs in the front row, the fans backing up. Alana gasped in pain, clutching her midsection, but this may turn in her favor. Sweating hard and topless, she crawled on the ground.
Gladius Maz
The Italian Gladiator roared like a lion after his throw, then flexed his arm muscles, drawing applause from the crowd. Like a bullfighter entering the arena, Maz leaped over the barrier with a feline leap, then stomped Alana's battered midsection, digging his boots into her abs. "Are you not talking anymore? Huh? What happened to all the sarcastic words, Alana?" He jeered! Then he bent over the girl, grabbed her by the hair with both hands, and pulled her to her feet, throwing her against the barrier with great force.
Alana Danvers
As soon as he leapt over, Alana knew she was in for it. She had never met a champion in a match outside the barrier that did not fight hard. Though in the end she won many of those. She had a high threshold for taking pain and punishment. He had leg power, that was for sure, that leg power behind his stomp to her midsection added to her pain. Alana grunted again. Then he grabbed her, throwing her into the barricade with force she rarely felt. She hit hard and yelped again. But still, she had a very high threshold to take pain.
The crowd chanted again and again for the champ to ragdoll her more, all the while, Alana breathed deep, getting oxygen. Sweating hard but recuperating just a bit, she showed her fighting determination, getting on the railing, standing on it, finding her footing to try and jump, maybe a crossbody. The seconds of her getting up and thinking passed to slowly.
Gladius Maz
Maz was no inexperienced wrestler, and he had thoroughly figured out Alana as a fighter, till now at least. She enjoyed pain, and enjoyed it a lot. She took it, submitting without too much trouble like a true masochist, and could counterattack at any moment. He approached her from the side, always keeping an eye on her legs, to ward off any kicks or reactions. Then, holding her doggy style against the barrier with one hand on her back, so that the crowd could clearly see her toned ass, he began slapping it, leaving hand marks on her butt cheeks. After a few seconds, he raised his hand, revealing his index and middle fingers joined, which he promptly began rubbing against her covered pussy, teasing her. The sensation of his fingers sliding across the fabric of her panties excited him, and the position made him feel truly empowered.
Alana Danvers
She stared as he came over, grabbed and tripped her while she was standing on the barricade, forcing her into a doggie position. Then, holding her doggy style on the barrier with one hand one her back, he swiftly spanked her ass, and not to soft either. She winced a few times as the crowd cheered, loving the lewd tactic during the fight. Then he moved his other hand to her covered pussy, rubbing it with his index finger and middle finger. She coo'ed softly, but then a few moments later, spit in his face and slapped him. "You need to pay a lot of money for that pleasure you BIG MAN-BITCH." She slapped him then in the face for good measure, ready for what would prolly come next.
Gladius Maz
Alana suddenly broke free, spitting in his face and slapping him. The crowd roared a huge WOAAA at the spit, expecting a response. Maz smiled, looking her straight in the eye. He wiped his face with his hand, then used the same hand for a backhand slap right to her nose! "Now you really pissed me off!" he said, attempting to raise his knee to her stomach, which had already been hit several times. Given the tight space they were fighting in, he was aiming to use his superior physical strength as a trap from which she wouldn’t easily escape!
Alana Danvers
The impact felt like a small gun shot to her midsection, an odd looking knee lift to her midsection since she was still on the barricade, straddling it like a gymnast whore. However, while it looked odd, it was quite effective and with enough power to raise her a bit off the barricade. But Maz did not know the caliber of the wrestler he dealt with. She absorbed the pain, yet used the momentum to push her self off the barricade, falling the the floor by the crowd seats, a few steel chairs behind her as she clutched her midsection in pain.
Gladius Maz
Aiming to continue his attack on her abdomen, Maz raised his leg threateningly. "This must not be your lucky day..." He brought his boot down, which sank directly into Alana's abs, a powerful first time. Then, he repeated the stomps two, three, four times, until she was left gasping on the cold floor. Fans around them snapped photos as Maz battered her midsection, each blow making her bare, firm, sweat-covered tiny titties wobble. After finishing, Maz turned to face the camera, flexing his muscles. It was a photo opportunity he couldn't miss; it would go viral!
Alana Danvers
She gasped in pain, clutching her mid section after the damage of that barrage of stomps. She curled into a ball, thinking deep in her mind, the pain is worth it. She had been through far, far worse and still come out ahead. She looked over at Maz when he turned, yeah he had a nice ass. She smirked and rolled to get on her knees, gasping as he posed like a fool for the pandering crowd as others that were closer snapped shoots on their camera phone. All she could do was be glad the champ hand become on vain mid-match. She kept breathing hard, looked around, a steel folding chair right behind her. She just needed a bit more time, she always had a high pain limit. Then the light bulb in her head turn on. He has big, heavy, and in her current state, she would never be able to get him up for a slam, but... She smiled, all she needed to do was lure him it. A bit of blood mixed with her salvia came out her mouth, red and fresh, prolly just from inside her mouth, but that fueled her more.
She looked over at him and taunted. "I-is that the best you got BIG MAN BITCH with a small dick? HUH? I bet the women that sleep with you must be so disappointed when you finally get your pants off." She knew it prolly was not true, but she pushed none the less. "Just as disappointed as you will be when you look down at your waist and realize, this little woman took your title." She then flipped him off. "Come on, try to stomp on me again you bitch!"
Gladius Maz
Maz turned to his prey. "You still have some breath left, maybe I should make you scream more..." He composed himself and after one last photo with a fan, he took a couple of steps back... then ran towards Alana! She was on her hands and knees, on all fours, so Maz tried a straight up, back stomp to pin her to the ground and take away what little breath she had left!
Alana Danvers
She breathed hard, he took his last photos with the fans. Perfect. She look over at the chair, so close. Perfect. He then started running at her full speed, just as she hoped. She watched closely. The timing needed to be perfect and so far, everything was going as planed. When he drew his leg back for the kick to her ribs, that was when she moved. Then she rolled, her legs hooking, a drop toe hold. And just as planned, he went fast, face first falling right into that steel folding chair.
Gladius Maz
Just as he was ready to plant Alana in the ground once and for all, Maz found himself flying down without even knowing how! He felt a twist in his ankle and tried to put his hands out to break his fall... but it was to no avail. He fell face first into the folding stee chair, visibly dizzy. A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, and when he opened his eyes, the world seemed a little blurrier than before. "W-what..." he muttered, finding himself lying there with one ankle locked.
Alana Danvers
That was when she pushed her self to get up to her feet. She had so much sweat dripping down from her face, sweat dripping from her ERECT nipples as well. She was in the thrill of the fight, and she tasted blood like a bull shark in water. She turned, grabbed another folding chair. She then aimed it right at Maz, trapped ankle before, hitting it again and again, jabbing the rim, the hardest part right into his calf muscle again and again. She had a plan and angle of attack.
Gladius Maz
Dazed and weakened by the fall, Maz remained on the ground, trying to place his palms on the ground, at least to roll onto his side. Alana immediately attacked him with a precise plan. The folding chair fell repeatedly on his ankle, his heel, his calf, violently hitting the same points in an attempt to injure him. "Ahhhh, agghh!" His screams filled the arena. Maz discovered he was facing an organized and precise opponent, with a precise plan in mind. Driven by the pain, he managed to turn and sit up, trying to distance himself from his tormentor.
Alana Danvers
Alana stared at him after her chair barrage to his ankle, heel, his calf muscle, 9 times she hit his lower leg. She smiled, it was just the thing she needed to get that calf ready for her to really put it is pain. She waited like a small predator as he sat up, a little blood on his face and his lower leg covered in red welts. The screams from before filled her with sadistic glee, something even more shocking on her innocent pretty little face. The crowd chanted 'holy shit' || 'holy shit' || 'holy shit'... She waited till he tried to get up and lean on the barricade for support, that was when she started running at him, steel chair in hand. She then threw it softly at his face. And then she jumped, a MISSLE DROP KICK, slamming the steel folding chair right into his face and sending him over the barricade, again closer to the ring, just like RVD or Rey Myterio.
Gladius Maz
With difficulty, Maz staggered to his feet, wobbling on his sore ankle. Instinctively, he backed toward the barricade so he could lean on it to evenly distribute his weight. Under his boot, he could feel his joint swelling, but above it, red marks and scratches were clearly visible! Alana charged him head-on, throwing the chair. Maz caught it in mid-air to avoid being hit, and she used this move against him, with a dropkick that sent the chair right into his face, then him and the chair over the barricade! "UNMGH!" Hit on the nose, which began to bleed, Maz somersaulted backward, flipping over, and fell, not to far from the ring, where he remained, spread eagle! The situation had turned around in a matter of moments...
Alana Danvers
Alana groaned as he back hit the ground gingerly after the dropkick. But she had hit it good. He was hurt and it showed as she got up, still feeling great from the pleasure of hurting a BIG BULLY, no matter how sexy he was. She then got on the barricade, staring at his muscled body, BIG, manly, sweaty, burly. She licked her lips. She braced as she measured her BIG prey on the ground. She looked over at a fan. "GIVE ME THAT CHAIR, NOW!" As soon as the fan gave her the steel folding chair, she grabbed it and held it to her flat ABS. Risk many times equaled reward. She the jumped, a crossbody splash, the chair wedged where it was would be the center of a very painful, MAZ and ALANA sandwich.
Gladius Maz
On the ground, unable to move, Maz could only watch as her opponent enjoyed the moment of success she'd been longing for. After so much suffering, it was time for Alana to strike. Maz opened his eyes just to see her opponent catch the chair thrown to her by a fan, and then leap from the top of the barricade. In a split second, she was on top of him, crushing him in a sandwich, struck first by the cold steel of the chair, then by the weight of Alana herself! "AAAAAH!" Maz could only scream before lying on the ground again, legs and arms spread and motionless.
Alana Danvers
Alana's sadistic smile told everyone, she knew she had just inflicted more pain on him then she had taken form that near 'Kamikaze' like splash. Yes she had injured her self a bit to, but Maz was far worse off. She rolled off of him, holding her ABS, a winced look but of sadistic glee. The crowd again was chanting 'Holy Shit' || Holy Shit' || Holy Shit' || Holy Shit' and Alana took in the adulation and awe of the crowd. She leaned over Maz as he laid spread eagle. She grabbed the chair and threw it into the ring. Now was the task of how to get an over 200 pound man that was far taller than her, back into the ring. The answer, DON'T. She leaned over him and slapped his face a few times, taunting him. Need a rest BIG MAN BITCH?" She then giggled, holding her ribs in some pain, she went the the apron, rolling back under the bottom rope. "Come on BIG BITCH, come and prove to me in the ring that you are a BIG MAN."
Gladius Maz
The overhead lights flickered, dancing before Maz's half-closed eyes. The double blow from the metal chair had left him stunned, sprawled on the cold floor outside the ring. Muffled, as if hearing the noise from inside a barrel, he could hear the crowd's chants and screams, the chant of "Holy shit!"-"Holy shit!"-"Holy shit!" surrounding him. He squinted a few times to refocus, then rolled onto his side, breathing hard... his chest rising and falling, sucking in air. In that bedlam, he could barely hear Alana's insults from inside the ring, but they were the least of his worries.
Dragging himself like a zombie, he used the metal steps to get back to his knees. He could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, his forehead and nose were bleeding... not a lot, but enough for everyone to see. With one hand, he wiped the blood and sweat from his face, then got back to his feet. With his body battered, sweaty, red marks on his skin where the chair had hit him, he stood up, proving that the champion was injured but still in the match!
Alana Danvers
She smirked as he stood up. They were both bruised, but while she was only bleeding a bit from her mouth, the wounds of the match were more pronounced on him. She had more welt, her mid section and flat ABS red, but over all, she felt she was in better shape then him. "Bet you did not expect a petite wrestler like me to give you a hard ass fight. Now bring it BIG MAN." The looked at his left leg as he got to his feet and wiped away that little bit of blood on his face. It was red, especially by the calf muscles, just as she had planed. "Come on MAZ, prove why you are the champ, or are you really gonna try a count out win?" She had made a bet, at being so close the the ropes, if she really had to she could roll back out and break any count. Though NHB are no DQ, he could still get the count out if he really wanted.
Gladius Maz
With one hand still on the outside of the ring post, Maz took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to find a way to get back into the ring without giving her too much of an advantage... but after a brief scan, he convinced himself that was impossible. Alana would still have the upper hand, able to strike him the moment he entered the ring. So he took a short run and, without saying a word, launched himself under the bottom rope, sliding belly-first onto the ring floor, then propelled himself with his arms and got back to his feet, still half-swaying.
Alana Danvers
Alana stared as he scanned around, he was obviously a so what smart champ and calculating to a degree, but no matter what, since she was shorter, the girl dubbed 'The Muscle Nerd' of the ring had lived her life with a chip on her shoulder, always bullied or picked on by BIGGER people, that is what fueled her on, to hit harder, be stringer than most her size, moves faster. When she saw him start to run, she knew what he was doing, he just forgot she gymnastics background and speed. As he slid into the ring, she ran at him faster than he moved. When she was mid ring, he was getting to his feet. She darted at him quick, that was when she went for it, jumping into go for a classic, a HURRICAN-Rana.
Gladius Maz
He didn't even have time to get up before Alana was on him. In a lightning-fast move, Maz felt her legs lock onto his head before she threw him sideways into a Hurricanrana! Launched forward, Maz landed in a somersault, just in time to get up and slam his back into the corner! The entire ring shook just a bit from the blow, while the cell phone flashes flashed again.
Alana Danvers
She smiled as she rolled to her knees, staring at him as he got to his feet, dizzy after the hurricanrana, laying against the corner. She then got to her own feet, she shiny orange matching, wrestling boots boots flashy, just like her. She ran at him, but suddenly stopped shirt of him when she could have gone for a corner splash or something, this was about proving to him that she was a threat, and a big one despite her size. "So big and tuff, but your the one laying in the corner of the ring for support to stand." She then punched him hard in the that GUT of his, a two punch, fast combo.
Gladius Maz
Gasping with his back to the corner, Maz saw his opponent coming at him. He expected a sudden splash that he would try to avoid, with little chance. Instead, she came at him, threatening him and hitting him with a double punch to the gut that made him jump. She was small but hit hard... but Maz was twice her size. He took the blows, which almost woke him up a little from his stupor, then responded with a furious uppercut to her liver! "You want to play this game? You're welcome!"
Alana Danvers
Alana yelled out, she took a step back. That one punch hit HARD AS HELL. She coughed, then stared at him. It was like a challenge to her, and she hated losing any challenge! She squared up her shoulders, took a step to get close to him again. She could feel the rush and arousal of being in the heat of a BIG MATCH. She then went for it again, but, this time she got a bit dirty. She used her body weight and power, trying to channel it in her punch, a strait right to his inner thigh, that left leg again. She then followed with an uppercut, but again, it was low and hit his inner left thigh again, she made no pretense in hiding that whole leg was her target. "BIG MAN BITCH!"
Gladius Maz
Like two elite boxers, Maz and Alana were in the corner exchanging blows. After several aerial moves, they returned to a furious melee. Maz gritted his teeth and took the blows to his legs, which were now starting to hurt significantly. They had come dangerously close to his balls, but he remained unperturbed. He would show this stubborn girl that it was unwise to engage in a melee with someone twice her size... also because he enjoyed close-quarters combat; the more he took hits, the more he charged up! So as soon as Alana stood upright, he unleashed a double blow! First a left to her already reddened abs, then a right hook aimed at the girl's chin. It would have been a miracle not to take her head off...
Alana Danvers
Alana shifted her head just a bit, right after her double blows to his inner thigh, but just a few moments later, she got an answer from him, a resounding HARSH ANSWER. One in the form of a hard left to her flat ABS. She coughed out in pain, his hammer hook hit so hard. But then a precise, harsh right hook came for her. Since her head had dipped just a bit, instead of hitting just her chin, he hit chin and her lower lip, busting it open. Blood dripped down again as Alana struggled, dazed but staying on spaghetti legs, trying not to give him the pleasure of going down to the mat as she gasped hard for another breath.
Gladius Maz
The blow reverberated throughout his arm, he felt the power in every muscle fiber! Alana was now dazed, standing before him, what better opportunity to exploit? Like a true predator, he pounced on his wounded prey, bringing both hands to her neck. "This is going to be all over social media tonight!" he growled in her face! Lifting her as if she were made of thin air, he displayed her to the adoring crowd like a war trophy, then unleashed one of his finishers, the M-Bomb! In a devastating chokebomb, Alana was thrown to the ground on her back, almost through the ring mat! Mazal bent his knees and then rose to his feet, hands in the air, roaring with a cry of liberation!
Omos Chokebomb Compilation 2021-23
Alana Danvers
On wobbly legs, she looked up at him, all that size, he was appealing, but his punches had hurt a lot. His inflicting pain had a twisted sexual appeal to her, but as she was thinking, his hands clasped her neck and pulled her to him as she shouted. All she could think was, your too concerned with that Social Media exposure. Then he lifted her up easily. It felt like she was in the air, held in that choke forever. She had seen reels of the move, she had seen others take it and after never kick out. She tried to gulp hard, and then, he pulled that invisible trigger, tossing her down hard, the impact brutal as her back slammed into the mat. She gasped out on impact, all the wind driven from her lungs as she laid on the mat, spread eagle and motionless.
Gladius Maz
Maz looked down at his opponent sprawled across the ring in front of him. Panting hard, sweating, with small trickles of blood still running down his face, he decided not to waste any time. He dropped to his knees, lifted both of Alana's legs, and lay on top of her, covering her completely. Trying to make the pin even more humiliating, he rubbed his crotch against Alana's while shouting, "Start the count!" and the crowd erupted in a deafening roar! The first pinfall attempt!
Alana Danvers
The referee rushed to the mat starting the count as Alana gazed up. The crowd in the back, it sounded like she was hearing things, but distantly, or maybe just muffled. Sweat dripped down her breasts and nipples. A mix of blood and sweat dripped from her chin. Suddenly, she felt something bulging, resting against her crotch. The referees hand hit the mat. 1... Things felt distant, strange, but she had to find a way to keep on like she did so many times before. The desire, the passion, the chip on her shoulder, it all drove her to go on. 2... Again the referee hand hit the mat. She opened her eyes. The crowd still chanted for Maz. This was not how she wanted it to end, she had a target to hurt. She took a breath in, it seemed as all time was slowed. Suddenly, she raised her shoulder off the mat, and shoved her thighs up, pushing Maz off, breaking the count at 2.75, gasping and rolling over.
Gladius Maz
1! 2! Maz was already savoring the sweet taste of victory, when Alana, out of nowhere, raised her shoulder, breaking the count! The crowd went silent... only to resound with applause and cheers! Maz got back to his feet and grabbed Alana by the hair. "You should have stayed down..." he muttered to his opponent. Then, grabbing her wrist, he threw her with all his strength into the turnbuckles in the corner!
Alana Danvers
She was barely crawling, and then was yanked up hard. She knew there was not much to do, but try and endure the ride that was coming. She breathed deep, knowing what was coming, in some for or another was PAIN. Then he shouted at her, she did not smirk at him. Now she hit the quiet and determined gear that all wrestlers had. Suddenly a strong IRISH-WHIP had her goin right at the corner. At last second she turned, her back hitting hard, but at least she saved her face.
Gladius Maz
The Irish whip succeeded, and Alana crashed into the ring post. The ring ropes jolted, and Maz prepared to press his advantage. With long, slack strides, he approached his victim. "This is a classic," he exclaimed. As he bent down to catch one of Alana's boots, the crowd cheered, knowing where this was headed. Maz lifted one boot to the middle rope, then did the same with the other, leaving his opponent truly exposed and vulnerable. He gave her pussy a little slap, then tugged on her hair to lift her face. "Like I said, you should have stayed down..." finally, he took a couple of steps back and raised his hands, calling for the crowd to turn up the volume!
Alana Danvers
Alana breathed hard. To fight back, to fight through this, she needed to get back in the game first and recuperate enough energy to do it. She took another breath. That was when she felt Maz lift her short leg, hooking it onto the ropes. She breathed more. She had a feeling she knew what he was doing. Then he did the same to her other sweaty leg. Sweat dripped from her thighs onto the ring apron. She had seen the move a few times, but it had been so long. Still she took in more air, tired and not moving much.
Gladius Maz
The crowd reacted passionately, as Maz had hoped. He took another couple of seconds, then with a little run-up he was on her! Swinging his leg as if he were about to kick a ball, he took aim and landed a precise blow, connecting with the instep! A true Shattered Dreams, perfect for giving the crowd a taste of the old Attitude Era.
Alana Danvers
For a few moments, she stared, almost shocked. They still did this move, awesome. Her mind was on a nostalgia tangent for too long as he ran up, the BAM! Like a cherry bomb, his punt kick hit. She looked up at him, a pained gaze on her face. She stared up a few seconds. She thought about it a bit, then fell from the ropes to the mat, grunting hard as if she was badly hurt. In her head all she thought, lucky I am not a guy or that would have been VERY PAINFUL. Still the technical high-flyer, a very rare combination in a wrestler, breathing hard on the mat.
Gladius Maz
Maz watched with delight as she fell to the ground in complete distress! He stomped her on the side, just to be cruel, then slipped out of the ring. Bending down, he began searching for something under the ring, fumbling with his hands until he found what he was looking for. He dragged out a folding wooden table, lifted it, and tossed it into the ring. Then he re-entered, feeling invigorated and almost recovered from the pain of the match, on the wings of enthusiasm. He picked up the table and unfolded it, positioning it perfectly in front of the corner.
Then, he turned his attention back to Alana. "Come on, it's not time to sleep." He grabbed her hair and arm, lifting her up. "I'm afraid it's not so bad down there you can't have fun after the match..." he whispered in her ear, then used his physical strength to lift her up and start climbing the corner, rope by rope. He hoisted her up , sitting to the top of the corner and he positioned himself standing on the middle rope.
Alana Danvers
Another impact, his big boot stomped on her side. She clutched at her ribcage, letting out a pained moan. Then he slipped out. Finally, another breather. She look over while still on the mat, staring at him as he searched under the ring. Panting for more air she scrutinized him. Then the crowd started chanting... 'BRING THE TABLE' || 'BRING THE TABLE' || 'BRING THE TABLE' || 'BRING THE TABLE'... Finally his search ended. When he brought out the table out from under the ring, the crowd erupted in cheers! Like him, they wanted all attitude and some carnage in this match. Alana took another breath. He was big and strong, but was taking to much time. She took in more deep breaths, filling her lungs with air, feeling a bit more energized her self, but acted possum as he slid in and set up that table.
His words when he grabbed her filled her with glee, her plan was working. She made herself feel like dead weight, still breathing hard, at this point tough, like a turbo engine, all that air was fueling her motor. He was able to hold her as he got up on the ropes, damn he was strong. The thought was a turn on. The more time he took, the more time she had to think. It was just extra time for her. Then he hoisted her up vertically, just like on the outside a while before.
Gladius Maz
Maz felt energized by the situation... stunned by the shouts of those present, the table set, his opponent in his grasp. He couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her head under his armpit and yanked her shorts. With a powerful flex of his thigh muscles, he lifted her upside down, so everyone could see her. He held her in place for a few seconds, maintaining his balance, ready to end the match once and for all!
Alana Danvers
Alana was suspended up, his thigh muscles working to stabilize him. His arm muscles working to keep her suspended just long enough for her to come up with a plan. As soon as her head wedged under his arm, that is when she reacted, using her gymnastic skills and her highflyer tactics. As he held, she first flexed her leg, the rammed her knee into the crown of his head. Not once, not twice but three times, each time making him wobble a bit. When she felt he was losing footing, that is when she brough her momentum down like a luchadora, her knees hitting high on his chest in a very weird, unorthodox METEROA. He had intended to drive her through that table, but she turned it, her shifted position driving him right down through that very table, the wood splintering underneath his body.
The result was a move she dubbed the PEDULUM METEORA, a mixture of Penta's pendulum drop kick and Sasha banks METEORA, a devastating amalgamation of the two moves, though with that table underneath, all the pain was amplified on the one driven so very harshly through the table.
Gladius Maz
Maz was finally ready for his big move, a vertical suplex that would have sent Alana straight to dreamland... when "UNGH... UNGH UNNNNNNGH!" three consecutive knees to the head made him completely lose grip and control over his victim! Left dazed and staggering, Maz was in danger of falling, but just at that moment Alana showed off her athleticism, hitting him with a modified METEOR that launched him straight into the table he himself had prepared! The impact was tremendous, shattering the table, with splinters of wood everywhere. Maz was left on the ground with pain all over his body, dazed from the blows to the head... the only silver lining, if I may say so, was that the splinters of wood tormenting his back kept him wide awake, with sudden bouts of pain here and there.
Alana Danvers
Alana's knees were still on his chest, he had taken almost 100% of the damage from the fall and crash, she licked her lips. She reach back, grabbing his bottoms. "Time to reveal it all BIG MAN BITCH." She ripped at them, and on the second pull, his bottoms tore off. She then grabbed that cup he had on, pulling it off, freeing that cock of his. She licked her lips. Then she shifted down a little, hooked his leg and went for the pin on the broken splintered table, sweat dripping from his naked body to the canvas. The referee stared at the broken table before getting down and starting the count, his hand hitting the mat, a bit to slow for Alana's taste. 1... 2...
Gladius Maz
His back full of splinters, Maz lay stunned and gasping on the remains of the table. Alana wasted no time... Maz could suddenly feel the cool air on his penis, erect though not fully. The female wrestler covered him with her body, then raised his legs for a pin attempt! The entire arena chanted and cheered for this dazzling title match, 1.. 2.. and, holding on more to the strength of desperation and pride than to his remaining strength, Maz suddenly managed to raise his shoulder! There was a sudden roar, many were disappointed but many were cheering, happy that the match could still offer more spectacle!
Alana Danvers
She let go when he kicked out, staring at the referee as he said to her, it was only a 2 count. She slammed her hands on the the mat. She gulped hard, tried to focus her self. This was not over yet, Maz would not let the title go that easy. She knew it before the match he would not give it up easy. She then thought hard, obviously the gears in her head were turning. She just had to figure a way to get things done. She then elbowed his calf muscle 2 times. She knew what to do now. She had to get things done, but not just yet. She got to her feet standing by his legs and stalked him, waiting for him to get up. "Come on you BIG BITCH." She stomped on his ankle once... "GET THE FUCK UP!" She stomped again on his ankle, then stalked around him.
Gladius Maz
Maz had survived the pinfall attempt. The riskiest part was over, but the match was far from easy. To further remind him, Alana hit him several times on his already sore calf, almost causing a serious injury... Maz rolled into the ropes. His penis dragging the ground and growing harder, the reigning champion grabbed the middle rope to pull himself to his feet. His back was bleeding in small red spots, his face was streaked with red, and the pain in his ankle forced him to defend himself. Trying to appear more wobbly than he actually was, he threw himself into the corner, his arms spread on the ropes.
Alana Danvers
She smiled at him as he dragged around using the ropes to get up then go to the corner. She knew all to well since he was so big and tuff, she had watched a lot of videos from other matches, he sometimes recovered more than it seemed, so she decided not to take to many chances yet. Instead, she ran at him while he was laying in the corner, she then did some cart wheels as she got to his side of the ring and went to drive her elbow into his gut since he was so tall.
Gladius Maz
As expected, Alana set her sights on him and charged. Instead of charging him headfirst, she cart-wheeled around the ring, picking up speed to try and elbow him in the ribs! His plan didn't change, he gave himself a little push to get out of the corner and tried to extend his leg to trip Alana and land her in his place. Then he tried to pin her against the turnbuckles with a knee to the ribs, which he’d already put through the wringer while they were fighting outside the ring!
Alana Danvers
Alana had him now, or at least she thought cause when she spined the cartwheel, her elbow hit the second turnbuckle. She screamed out, she hit her funny bone hard, her nerve flaring in pain. Then he tripped and before she went down, he pinned her against the turnbuckle and rammed a knee into her rib cage. She coughed out hard, pain coursed in that area, it hurt bad. Sweat dripped from her nipples as she leaned in the corner. The pain momentarily dazing her, mentally fighting that pain.
Gladius Maz
Right there, right where he wanted her. Maz looked her in the eye, slapping her face! "You've been talking a little too much..." he said, then leaned forward, gripping the middle ropes with his hands for extra thrust. He had decided to torment her midsection, and he was going to give it a good try. He pushed back and then forward, trying to spear her to the post with not one, not two, but three shoulder thrusts to her abs that could have broken through a wall! He put all his weight into it, trying to show that cocky young woman what true power was!
Brock Lesnar - Multiple turnbuckle thrusts
Alana Danvers
She looked up at him, anger in her eyes, and then the BIG MAN slapped her a few times, both humiliating, and from the size of his hands, they stung and hurt. She gasped. "You bastard!" Why did she say that, cause what followed was worse. He then grabbed ropes on either side of her body and pulled him self, thrusting his shoulder hard into her ABS, making her scream out in pain after each one. She was working his calf all match, he was working her midsection. The shoulder thrusts were so hard her spine hit the post from the impact, pushing her more and more. Her head leaned on his back, saliva dripping from her mouth, lucky there was no internal bleeding.
Gladius Maz
After the savage pounding of her ABS, Maz stood up, wiping sweat and blood from his face. Alana was bent over, as exhausted as he was. "Not much to say anymore, huh?" he teased as he caught his breath. The crowd cheered him on, almost urging him to give more. He grabbed her hips, bending slightly, then lifted her up, twisting her upside down, and slammed her back into the post with force, emptying her lungs. Alana's legs hooked the top ropes as she hung upside down in the corner in an infamous Tree of Woe. Maz stood there for a few seconds admiring the position, his hard cock almost pressing between her breasts and navel, exciting him and electrifying the situation.
Alana Danvers
She was hurt, stunned, dazed from an overload of pain to her ABS. When he grabbed her hips, she was to weak to resist, the multiple shoulder thrust hurt her that bad. She coughed again, deep and hard. The next thing she knew, she was upside slammed so her legs hung, THE TREE OF WOE. She coughed again, his semi hard cock brushing her sweaty skin between her tiny tits and her naval. She stared up, but all she could see was his thighs and his balls, sweat dripping from his balls onto her face.
Gladius Maz
Maz took in the crowd's cheers. In his mind, he wanted to continue his attack on Alana's midsection, but the crowd demanded something else. "Hit here where it hurts most!" someone shouted in the front row. A smile spread across Maz's face, only too happy to comply with this sadistic request... He raised his hands, clasping them into a single fist, then brought it down with the force of a sledgehammer! A Double Axe Punch aimed directly at Alana's crotch, followed by another one immediately afterward!
Alana Danvers
Alana gasped as she heard what the fan in the crowd said. She could not see, but she knew instinctively what was coming. She screamed out the next moment as she felt his fists, held together clobbering down on her covered cunny, already sweaty in that area and a bit wet for other reasons. She coughed hard. Then another, she screamed out again. He was relentless and his power made up for the fact that usually, low blows did not hurt women as much, with his power, he more than made up for that as she stared at his balls. Still She knew, she had to do something.
She gulped in breaths hard and deep. Then she grabbed with her hands on the roped, pulling her head up hard, ramming her forehead into his balls. "YOU BIG MAN BITCH!" She gasped, taking in some more air, then her ankles moved around his neck while she was still in the tree of woe. She pushed beyond the pain, she had to. She then pulled him face first into the turnbuckle, his face hitting the top of the post hard. Then she fell to the mat gasping.
Gladius Maz
Just when Maz was ready to turn the match his way, locking Alana in a nice piledrive, she surprised him with a headbutt to the balls! "OOOOUUNNGH!" Instinctively, Maz closed his legs, knees dipped inward, and leaned forward. Alana immediately took advantage of this, grabbing his head and slamming it into the corner! His forehead bounced off the turnbuckle and he fell backwards heavily... he remained stretched out on the ground, his cock hard and erect swaying as a flag in the wind!
Alana Danvers
Alana had to dig deep, it was the only way to make things happen. She breathed deep, then her hands grabbed on to the middle ropes again. She took another breath. She had him dazed and on the mat, now was the time to strike. Her core strength was great. She pulled her self up, almost like doing crunches, sitting on the top. She then got her feet under her on the top turn buckle and spinned around to face him. She then stood up, taking another deep breath, part of her surprised he did not try to take her bottoms of. She then jumped high, aiming to hit a 5star FRONG SPLASH just like RVD.
Gladius Maz
Maz, lying on the ground, could do little... he opened his eyes to the roar of the crowd, just in time to see Alana throw herself at him! Their bodies impacted frighteningly, sending the entire ring bouncing, and he was left on the ground, legs and arms spread!
Alana Danvers
As soon as she hit the move, she knew he was in bad pain. Then his arms and legs spread open. She took her shot, shifting to cover him. The referee slid over, he looked ay Alana, then at Maz as she covered him. The referee started the count, his hand hitting the mat once again. "1.." The crowd cheered for the woman known as the 'Muscle Nerd'... "2.."
Gladius Maz
Tired and worn out from the match, Maz didn't fight back when Alana covered him with her body. Hearing the sound like it was coming from the bottom of a barrel, he heard the referee count... ONEEEEEEEE, TWOOOOOO. For a moment, it was as if time had slowed down, like in a movie, until with a quick movement of his foot, he managed to break the count!
Alana Danvers
Alana rolled off, shocked he kicked out yet again. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She stared, now was the time to pull the trigger. All match she had worked on his leg. All match she had attacked it in different and painful ways. All match she was getting that calf and ankle ready. She knew she would have to. She rolled to his lower body then grabbed his leg, rolling his big body over so he was laying on his stomach... "You going to regret kicking out again Maz." Everything was methodical, quite different from her usual. She then grabbed his foot and pulled, locking him into a painful CALF CRUSHER submission move. The referee slid over and stared at Maz in the face asking him if he gives up, but Alana knew, he would last a little, well maybe, she had worked hard on that calf, especially with the chair shots before.
Gladius Maz
Maz remained down after breaking the pinfall. Alana had no trouble turning him around, positioning him for her infamous move. The entire match she had been trying to damage his calf and ankle... now Maz learned the hard way why! When Alana locked in the submission hold, Maz tried to resist, gritting his teeth... but after a few seconds of pain, a deep, guttural scream escaped from his throat and chilled everyone in the arena. Maz clenched his fingers and punched the ground, but he tried to resist and find a way out!
Alana Danvers
Alana was like a cute, sweaty, little pit bull when she had a vision and a clear tactic in her mind. Sometimes it was a bad thing that she did not let certain tactics go, other times however, that games plan would bring her what she needed and wanted, wins to prove how good she was despite her size. She pulled harder, really amping up the pressure. When she heard the big naked man scream, it was music to her ears. But still, despite screaming he had not given in. She shake her up and down, stubbornly pulling harder. "TAP OUT OR SAY YOU QUIT DAMMINT." Sweat beaded and dripped of her small erect nipples, her arm muscles bulging and veiny as she pulled harder.
Gladius Maz
Maz felt his calf buckle more and more with every second, his bones cracking terrifyingly under Alana's grip. The sheer pain sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, making him scream again but giving him a couple of seconds of clarity, waking him from the stupor he'd fallen into. He would try to break out of submission, at least for the seconds he could bear the pain. He planted one forearm firmly on the ground, then raised the other back, trying to hit the back of Alana's head with his elbow, as hard as he could! “I’M... NEVER… GIVING… UP!” He shouted, following every word with an elbow shot!
Alana Danvers
Alana held on tight, then Maz pushed up. What the hell was he doing. Then, bam, bam, bam, BAM. She screamed out in pain, each elbow shot to the back of her head hurt more and more. She gritted her teeth, holding on, sweating hard, stubborn grit was helping her, that was at least till that final elbow. That last and forth one was harsh. Her head fell to the mat suddenly. She was shocked. For a few moments, her hand did not pull hard on his foot. She breathed deep. Her eyes looked up at the lights. As quick as she had gotten that horrible hold on him, he had countered it. She let go of his boot.
Gladius Maz
Like a rubber band suddenly released, as Alana's grip weakened, Maz's leg snapped back, slamming hard into the ring. Maz rolled onto his back, holding his ankle with both hands... for a few seconds he kneaded it with clenched teeth, then rolled to the nearest rope. "This was... you'll pay..." Trying to gain more leverage with his upper body, he used his arms and the ropes to haul himself back to his feet and then headed for Alana. His first step was an explosion of pain as he landed his foot. The pain remained with every step, but Maz gritted his teeth and stubbornly tried not to think about it.
Alana Danvers
Alana was in a slight haze, the back of her head screaming in pain. She could hear Maz, but not make out his words. Slowly she got up to her knees. She looked over at him, saw him hobbling. It was like a light went off in her head. He was in deep pain with every step and she could see the grimace in his face as he neared her. She knew she had a sound tactic, she just had to get that hold again, or maybe another. Her bag of tricks was a deep one after all. She smirked, her head still throbbing, her ribs battered, but she was thinking she was in better shape then him.
Finally she got up to her feet, and unlike him, she did not need the aid of the ropes to get back up. She smirked. When you need to do one thing, make them fight to defend another body part. That was her tactic, So then ran the few steps at him while he was hobbling over. Speed was defiantly on her side and her strongest ally. She then went for a low, basement dropkick aimed at his knee.
Gladius Maz
Maz watched her get up, dazed, no doubt, but much faster and more agile than he could be. She was calculating, she could certainly see him struggling... that pain was hard to hide! Maz realized that she would be the one to attack, and not the other way around, as he had hoped. He understood that falling to the ground, struck, with Alana ready to throw herself on top of him, would probably be the end of his match... So he concentrated fully, and when he saw Alana running toward him, he did his best to get out of the way! The toe of Alana's boot grazed his knee, still emitting a small cry of pain, but Maz resisted, and as soon as he saw her on the ground, sprawled after the missed dropkick, he tried to take advantage, throwing himself on top of her, his elbow aimed at Alana's abs with an Elbow Drop!
Alana Danvers
Alana had expected something, but not exactly that. She had expected him to try and move, but not to almost miss him. She laid there flat on her back, taking a deep breath. She looked up, he was already coming down. She knew her ribs and ABS were in bad shape, so she roiled quickly, his elbow missing her just barely and hitting the mat, once again she had proved her speed and reaction timing was her biggest asset. As soon as his elbow hit the mat hard, she rolled back and went for an inside cradle pin. It was quick, it made it harder to kick out cause you had to move your ankle to kick free, it was calculated, even if he did, she had the advantage, every kick out meant he had to expend energy, especially one that focus on his leg. The referee slid in and started the count. 1.. 2...
Gladius Maz
Maz missed the elbow drop and was left clutching his elbow... within seconds, Alana had him pinned again. She knew she wouldn't defeat him like that; it was more like a move on the chessboard. A piece that moves, a move that forces the opponent to counter. Maz gritted his teeth and broke the pin once again (which caused him considerable pain in his injured ankle). Then, trying to gain some space, he rolled out of the ring, landing on his healthy foot and leaning on the ring apron!
Alana Danvers
She looked over, Maz was rolling away. Fuck. She had him. Then, trying to gain some space, he rolled out of the ring, landing on his healthy foot and leaning on the ring apron! She did not hesitate. Now was the time to go to her highflying tactics. She got up, sweat dripping off her skin. She ran at the ropes, grabbed the top rope and launched up, going for a crossbody splash on the slow moving, injured prey.
Gladius Maz
Maz rolled out and had time to look at her, raising his head. Alana had wasted no time, clearly wanting to press him relentlessly. She'd run to the rope and used it to gain momentum, then thrown herself at him with an explosive crossbody. Maz knew a couple of moves to counter and reverse that attack... but instinctively, he doubted his injured ankle could handle the rebound. So he decided to improvise. He bent his legs tightly and opened them to have more strength to cushion the blow, then he threw his arms up to intercept Alana's flight... the crowd held their breath as Maz caught her in mid-air! As expected, his ankle failed, and he did nothing to fight it. Instead of trying to keep Alana suspended for a counter move, he let himself fall backwards, accommodating the pain in his ankle, but at the same time trying to catapult the poor girl into the barriers that separated the ring area from the fans!
Alana Danvers
The move had worked just as she expected, at the first part, but he was smart enough to go with the momentum. Her body hit his and he kinda caught her, shifting to convert her crossbody to a fallaway slam, her body going back, her back hitting the barricade hard. Alana let out a cry of pain., clutching her midsection. Her back hit but with how pain affected, her back pain also affected her already injured midsection. The crowd chanted again 'HOLY SHIT' || 'HOLY SHIT' || 'HOLY SHIT' || 'HOLY SHIT', she rolled on the concrete, moaning in deep pain. The match had already lived up to the hype and then some.
Gladius Maz
His modified Fallaway Slam, executed in desperation, was an unexpected success! Alana was slammed violently against the barriers, while Maz got back on all fours and quickly got back to his feet! His foot still hurt a lot, but he tried not to put weight on it and to walk on the pain to stabilize it. "What's wrong?" Maz asked, seeing her on the ground, holding her midsection with her hands. "Difficult digestion?" He bent over her, grabbing her hair with both hands and paused for a moment, thinking about something... for several minutes, given the heat of the battle, he had even forgotten they were naked! He lifted her bodily by the hair, trying to throw her into an Irish whip against the steel steps on the outside of the corner!
Alana Danvers
Alana moaned in pain, clutching her midsection and lower back, rolling around in the fetus position. This was not how it was supposed to go, but again this BIG DUMB BRUTE was forcing and imposing his will. Her hair was grabbed and pulled. She groaned in pain as he pulled her up by her hair. "Y-you bastard." He did nothing for a bit, Alana realized he was thinking things through, then he Irish whipped her against the STELL RING STEPS. The crash was lough as her shoulder hit the side of the steps hard, echoing in the arena as people in the crowd chanted for more. She held her shoulder in pain. She had to find a way.
Gladius Maz
Maz followed closely behind, his pace quick. Grabbing her hair again, he decided to show her what brute force was before moving on to the next step of his plan. Like a spring, he pushed her up and then down, trying to make her slam her forehead squarely on the ring apron! He needed a stunned Alana for his plan to succeed!
Alana Danvers
Again, her hair was pulled, forced to the apron this time. Again and again her forehead hit hard. She had taken hard beatings, and the power behind his made it far more effective. It was like a ringing alarm was going off in her head with every hit. She fell to her knees again, the only thing keeping her up was his hand holding her hair. A big knot formed on her forehead from the multiple impacts.
Gladius Maz
Maz felt Alana's weight, a body falling downward, if only he would let go of her hair. The crowd wanted more, demanded more, but Maz, like his opponent, was at the end of his tether. Supporting Alana against the outside of the ring to keep her from falling, Maz leaned over her shoulders, rested his shoulders and the back of his neck on her back, and placed an arm between her legs. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried to ignore the pain as he went for the deadlift, attempting to lift her horizontally onto his shoulders for a torture rack.
Alana Danvers
Alana coughed as he lifted her up on his shoulders. He was taking over and she hated that feeling. She heard the crowd, they knew what was coming, she knew what was coming. The only thing that helped, she could not get submitted outside the ring. Sweat dripped off her naked flesh, all exept her covered pussy. She was a bit surprised her had not stripped her before the move. She laid on his shoulders, dead weight. Then he started hopping up and down. Alana moaned in pain and screamed, but barely moved as he tortured her, his hand on her throat keeping her on his shoulders as he hopped, his shoulders muscular and painfully hitting her back again and again as she was bent in the awkward position.
Gladius Maz
Locked in the pincer on his shoulders, Maz began to torture her back. With small, calculated jumps (each shocking with small bursts of pain), Maz pressed one arm to her neck, while the other hand moved from her legs to rub her panty-covered pussy... the audience would have paid a fortune to see those panties fly off! After what seemed like an eternity, Maz decided to pull out a trick. “This is gonna hurt… and I’m gonna love every second of it!” He dropped to his knees, dragging Alana into a devastating Backbreaker on his shoulders, then let her body fall to the ground.
Alana Danvers
Alana screamed weakly in pain. His size and imposing strength had overwhelmed her. All she had left was defiance, and even that was in question. The pain was getting worse with every little hope he made. Then one of his hands moved to rub her covered cunny. She moaned, pain and pleasure. Several moments later, more pain as he dropped to his knees, dragging Alana into a devastating Backbreaker on his shoulders, then let her body fall. She hit the covered concrete floor hard outside of the ring. She gasped in pain, clutching at her midsection, her back red and bruised heavily. Then she realized where she was, right next to the ring steps. She reached under the ring, grabbing the first thing she found.
Gladius Maz
Maz got to his feet. Despite having just made a strong move that gave him a strong advantage, his entire body was sending him messages of pain. All his joints creaked with every step, and several bruises formed on his body. Feeling confident, he bent over Alana and grabbed her panties with both hands. In one swift movement, he pulled them off, holding them up like a trophy and tossing them to the front-row audience. “Now, we’re really even!”
Alana Danvers
Alana looked up as Maz stood over her, taking in his power over her, but still, he was weakened from the toll the match had taken on them both. She stared up at him, looking at the sweat dripping from his pecs, those BIG MUSCULAR ABS of his, even the sweat dripping from his cock and hairy balls. He looked like a small KODIACK BEAR from her position on the ground. She gulped in some air, her ribs hurting with the deep breath, but she needed air. He bent down, she held the lead pipe in her hand but in a way he could not see it. He reached down, grabbed her bottoms and ripped them off easily. Still she did not move. He called out... “Now, we’re really even!”... that was when a sick looking smile crossed her face. "We are never even BIG BITCH." While laying on the ground, she swung the lead pipe at his ankle, not once, but twice, hitting his already injured ankle hard.
Gladius Maz
Just as Maz was ready to throw her back into the ring to settle the matter, Alana fought back once again! After a double blow with a lead pipe to his battered ankle, Maz howled in pain... injured and unable to put his foot down, he hopped on the other until he was resting on the barriers, his back and wrists resting on the cold metal. Behind him, he felt the crowd almost literally urging him to fight... but his ankle was swelling!
Alana Danvers
Alana stayed on task, she was determined. He was BIG, bulky, not easy to move all that mass, but at least he had one working leg. She then grabbed his arm and rammed her knee into his thigh hard, another blow to the leg with the injured ankle and calf. As was focused at singular in her mind set at this point. That was the target, that leg. She pushed him, forcing him to move on his good leg to the ring apron, then pushed him on the apron. "You fucking coward, you keep coming outside cause you are afraid I will I beat you!"
The process was not easy, but she pushed him under the bottom rope, putting all her body weight into the effort of getting him in that RING! She was dripping sweat profusely, a bit of half dried blood around her mouth from her injuries. She did not want to lose her biggest opportunity yet again. She grunted load as her boot pushed his torso, his body rolling in the ring. She then Stepped in behind him, and grabbed those BIG LEGS of his moving in front of him, then locked in a slightly modified figure four leg lock, staring at him strait in the face.. "Stop being a BIG coward Maz." She was so tired, she did not know if how long she could hold it, but he was as in bad shape as her.
Gladius Maz
Struck and left reeling, Maz was hauled bodily into the ring. Panting hard, he tried to recover by crawling on the ground, in pain and nearly crippled... he heard Alana continue to taunt him; she was as tired as he was, but for now she seemed to have the tactical advantage. She would strike as quickly as possible, he knew it... and probably knew where, too. When Alana grabbed Maz's thick legs, he immediately knew a nice (the “nice” is ironic) submission was in the cards. For a moment he considered kicking out with his good leg... but his position didn't have much momentum. And then Alana moved quickly, and in no time she had him in a variation of the figure four!
Maz could see her face. He screamed in genuine pain as his leg was twisted horribly... and he saw on Alana's sweaty face the satisfaction each scream brought her. He couldn't last more than a few seconds; he had to find a way... even if it wasn't particularly elegant, but effective. Not being quite a good grappler (especially in his condition), he resorted to brute force. He raised his right hand as if to block, while his left remained on the ground to keep his balance... there he opened as if he were about to slam her to the ground, then closed it into a fist and with all the strength of desperation, he tried a hook, straight at Alana's jaw!
Alana Danvers
Alana screamed as she applied the pressure, staring strait into Maz's eyes as she did. "BIG MAN is in big pain it sounds like." She laughed, what started a few weeks ago as a lucky run in with a champ, now was a chance for her to get gold, and was not gonna pass it up. "Give in big man while you can still walk." She applied more pressure. She could see in his face the desperation. She then noticed his arm. What the hell was he trying to block. Quickly she realized, he was trying to fake her and misdirect. She then saw that other hand, it as closed into a fist, his fist flew at her jaw, a left hook. She started to move he head back, his fist catching only part of her jaw, but enough to hurt. That pain though was her motivator as she wrenched and leaned back, applying more pressure to that figure four. "TAP BIG BITCH! TAP!" Like a pitbull, despite being hit, she held on and dug in.
Gladius Maz
Maz tried to resist as much as possible, but his ankle was already hurting too much, he was on the verge of dislocating it. is head was shaking in defiance, struggling and trying to withstand all the pain she was dealing out. er calculated pan of pain was taking a toll. He gritted his teeth, stifling a cry of pain, but soon raised his hand and slammed it three times into the ring, to the total astonishment of the crowd! I GIVE, I GIVE, he said, trying to maintain his composure. The pain had defeated his ankles.
Alana Danvers
Alana looked up at the referee. He signaled over to the time keeper and the bell rang. Alana let go of the modified figure four leg lock. Her smile said it all, she had done everything that MAZ had never expected. The highflying, once upon a time cheerleader and gymnast had focused, fought tactically, picked apart that leg systematically, worn it down, and had attacked it. Even more, she hardly did any of her usual highflying moves. The match was a tacticians composition of pain and eventual defeat.
The ring announcer came into the ring as the referee held up Alana's hand after she got up, slowly to her feet, topless and dripping sweat and a bit of blood. The crowd was cheering, other, MAZ's supporters, silent, still in shock at the outcome of the match. "Your winner, and NEW OPCW Euro Championship, Alana 'The Muscle Nerd' Danvers!" Again cheers in the crowed erupted, chants of 'MUCLE NERD' || 'MUCLE NERD' || 'MUCLE NERD' || 'MUCLE NERD' going through the crowed. Alana held her head up high, she had won titles in other promotions around the world, but it was her first in OPCW and that meant something to her. Her smile radiant as the referee strapped the belt around her waist.
Then she looked down at MAZ. She smirked, all the while staring at his crotch. "I will see you in the locker rooms showers BIG MAN. Your dismissed for now, how about you leave my ring." The crowed kept chanting: 'MUCLE NERD' || 'MUCLE NERD' || 'MUCLE NERD' ||'MUCLE NERD'.
Gladius Maz
In disbelief at his defeat, Maz remained writhing on the ground, both hands holding his battered ankle! Losing the title was humiliating, but breaking an ankle certainly wouldn't have helped... At the referee's invitation, he rolled out of the ring, where he found two assistants who grabbed him by the armpits and escorted him to the backstage. His ankle was swollen and no longer responded to commands. Upon his exit, his fans applauded his performance, but the disappointment was stinging and would remain so for a long time...
THE END
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