OutDoor Championship Wrestling

MeganTheWrestlingGirl: *takes a seat*

Nathan_gingerbread: Are we missing someone ?

Nathan_gingerbread: There she is :)

Chasing_Fate: The ring stands empty in the arena as the crowd makes it way to their seats. I ready myself backstage, lacing up my blue boot as I wait for the start time. An assistant comes and grabs me, indicating it's show time. When I get to the catwalk a siren blares, the opening to "indestructible" by disturbed, and I turn the corner to make my way to the ring. I'm in my blue shorts and blue boots with white laces, and I fix an intense look on my face as it's time to go to war. I hop up on the apron and give a wave to the crowd before making my way to my corner to await for the lovely Miss Kat.

Miss_Kat: Stood at the entryway, and clapping for Chase during his entire entrance down to the ring… seeing that he in fact did dress up as a pro wrestler for Halloween! My costume though is a bit lighter and more fun, as I step out and show it off to my adoring fans. At 5’6’’ 145 pounds, skin tight white custom suit, and leaving everyone to guess who I am for Halloween before I start pacing down the aisle on my way to the steps leading up to the ring.

Miss_Kat:

Nathan_gingerbread: Gemma frost

Zack_Davis: *Sits down with ... Coffee! It's not 9 am yet, too early for beer 😁*

Chasing_Fate: I watch Kat glide down the aisle in all white, making her way to the ring and I can't resist. "I thought we came here to fight, I'm not ready for a marriage!" The ref calls us to the center and explains the rules. We're going to pinfall or submission, has to be done in the ring, but apart from that there aren't any other rules. I nod and offer you a fist bump before returning to my corner to await for the opening bell.

Miss_Kat: Rolls my eyes at Chases lil comment… rolling my tongue in my cheek, and adjusting my belt on my hips, running my fingers inside the top of my leggings and tying my hair up in a tail before swatting his hand away from the offered bump. “You’re going down… punk! And no, not on me… you wish you could!”

Miss_Kat: Stepping back into my corner and laying my arms over the top ropes as I await the bell…

Chasing_Fate: *DING DING DING* You can hear the crowd swell with excitement as the fight begins. I'm not the greatest at prostyle, I'll be the first to admit it. But that doesn't stop me from charging forward to attempt a clothesline with my right arm to start, looking to make things exciting right from the opening bell! My feet pound on the softer surface of the ring as I charge towards you!

Miss_Kat: My outfit is complete… all but for the boots, as my signature style is to go barefoot in my matches. The polish on my fingers and toes, matches the blue hue on my lips. Narrowing my long lashed, shadowed eyes as you come rushing in and going for the high impact move from the start… giving a quick gasp and dropping to my knees swinging my own right arm at the front of your right ankle, hoping to give you a bit of a chop block, to send you to the canvas on your face if I hit it…

Chasing_Fate: Charging right at your opponent at the opening bell rarely works out well, and you're no slouch. You drop to your knees and avoid the clothesline, trying a chop block at my right ankle. I leap over your arm like a hurdle and bounce into the ropes. I'm keep my momentum and attempt to channel my inner soccer star and slide tackle you, aiming for your legs to try to trip you!

Miss_Kat: The little ballet of misses turns into a lovely sight, for the fans anyway… Just swinging and missing as you take a lil leap up and hit those ropes, coming back at me in full momentum as you drop into the slide, and send me heels over head, ass over elbows, and then crashing into a pile beside the ropes, with my left leg hooked up over the bottom one as I blink up at the bright lights over the ring, panting gently and recovering…

Chasing_Fate: "I think that one would have earned a red card!" I shout as I turn to the crowd, hearing the mixture of boos and cheers. "I bet you wish they would send me off" I say as I turn back to you, stalking over to where you're recovering. I bend down and grab for your shoulders to lift you up from the ground, looking to set you up for my next move.

Miss_Kat: The fans take note as you are a perfect gentlemen… not yanking on my lovely blonde mane, but instead using my shoulders to help lift me up to my feet. Once I have them under me though, I take the lower road, and having straightened the fingers on my right hand into a “knife edge” flexed and ready, I jab the points of them into your throat, right at the windpipe, looking to stop you in your tracks…

Chasing_Fate: As I lift you your hand comes and jabs me right in the throat! I hack and sputter, sounding like a cat with a hairball as I release you with a shove, needing some time to recover from that chop.

Miss_Kat: Digging those fingers into the delicate throat area, enough to bring any larger opponent down, to size… I shake out my right leg, shin still aching from that slide tackle, and fuming for revenge. Shoved back, but then leaning forward and coming at you I’ll steam, but this time with a high impact of my own. Trying to leap forward, my bare feet aimed for your inner thighs, hands for the back of your head… and if i can hit it, turn this into a roll back, and monkey flip move to send you onto your back behind me…

Chasing_Fate: I finally manage to get a breath only to see you charging at me. I assume a defensive stance, only to have you leap in the air for what looks to be a tackle! I hold my arms out and catch you, looking to wrap them around you in a bear hug. My eyes widen as your feet come onto my thighs and I'm caught leaning forward, almost assisting you as your back hits the mat and I continue over the top, going airborne as you execute a perfect monkey flip! I can't help but let a shout of surprise go as I fly towards the ropes, landing hard on my back and feeling the air whoosh out of my lungs.

Miss_Kat: The rush of diving through the air, the uncertainty of whether or not this will end up well for me… but it does. You practically get the hug, but the momentum and twisting motion leave you helpless but to get flipped over and down onto the canvas just behind me. Rocking up to a seated position immediately after, I scramble to turn over to all fours, crawling above your head and quickly aiming to scoop your head up enough to set up my next move…

Chasing_Fate: The lack of air coupled with the hard landing has me in a tough spot. A whining noise issues from my mouth until finally I'm able to catch my breath as I feel you scooping my head off the ground. I suck in a big breath as my hands come up to grab for your wrists, trying to sit up and roll away from you, hoping I'm in time before you can make your move

Miss_Kat: Up on my padded knees, white to match my leggings, elbow pads the same… my blue painted lips are curling into a smile as I am about to wrap my thighs around your skull for a scissor hold… or that was the plan before you start fighting at my wrists and rolling up on your side. Changing tactics quickly, I pull my right hand free, and wrap my arm around the underside of yours, looking to set you up on your left side, and straight arm bar that right arm, making your hand point to the ceiling… slipping my right knee up onto the side of your face if I can… “Stop fighting back damnit! This will all be much more fun if you just let me win!”

Chasing_Fate: "Let you win?! Never!" I growl as I manage to evade your scissor hold that might have ended the match. We're stuck in a battle on the ground now, I grab my right wrist with my left and try to stop you from bending my arm. I flare my elbows out to make it difficult to use your legs for leverage as my eyes meet yours, a look of determination set on your face.

Chasing_Fate: (Kat might have had to go, she said she had about an hour)

Miss_Kat: (Yes, I shall have to finish later, or just do post when you can style… sorry everyone)

Nathan_gingerbread: Sees whats coming and cant wait

The_Mangler: Let's go Chase, let's go!

Miss_Kat: Up on my knees, you on your side with the makings of what could be a nice arm bar… definitely not afraid of breaking it, but will contain myself or the sake of the sport and how professional I am. Just as you clutch your right wrist with the left hand, I see this is going to be more than I care to try and muscle, needing to wear you down a lot more before I can do any wearing damage. So rocking back onto my right foot, I drive on up to standing, sliding my hands to the right wrist, and if I can get a nice tight grip on it, simultaneously stomp onto your face with my left foot to pin your head down…

Miss_Kat: *hisses at the crowd… you all better start cheering for me, OR ELSE!!*

MeganTheWrestlingGirl: *grabs some of nicks pop corn and throws it at Kat for that*

Nick_CKO: Laughs but cheers Sorry Chase...Go Kat!

MeganTheWrestlingGirl: *then proceeds to cheer for Kat anyways*

Chasing_Fate: I keep my arm bent at a 90° angle, flexing my biceps to stop you from completing the arm bar. I feel your bare foot press into my face as you come to standing, I grit my teeth and take the trample. "You'll pay for this" I mutter as I try to use my superior upper body strength to elbow at your leg, and at the same time I bunch my legs up and try to roll onto my back and kick up at you!

Zack_Davis: *puts thumb over beer bottle top and shakes .. sprays beer at Kat*

Zack_Davis: *then at Megan*

MeganTheWrestlingGirl: *ducks so it hits nick since I’m by him!*

Zack_Davis: I don't think it works like that 🤣

MeganTheWrestlingGirl: It does! I think if the logic is right 🤔

Zack_Davis: There you go thinking again 😜

Miss_Kat: “Goddamn it! Give up already! You can’t win Chase!!” You are really fighting me with everything you have here, and while fighting to get that arm isn’t everything to me, I still manage to step on your face, which I enjoy thoroughly… making sure to RUBBBB it in and use it like a doormat for the amusement of the fans as well. Giving up on the arm, and getting caught a bit off guard as you do your lil brake dance move, then kicking up both booted feet, my forearms cross in front of my chest and catch a good bit of the blow, but still sending me staggering back, falling on my ass, and rubbing my arms in pain as I pout and slide my heels up til my knees are bent.

Zack_Davis: *does a one-person wave* ... "wooOOOooo"

Chasing_Fate: My feet slam into your arms, the momentum driving you back onto your butt. You wisely retract both feet into a defensive position, making it so I'm unable to follow up with a leg lock of any kind. Using the momentum of my feet snapping back I somersault away from you, landing in a kneeling position then coming to standing with a grin. "Good start little Kitty" I say as I shake out my arms. They're a little fatigued and my back is a little sore from the monkey flip, but overall I'm not in too bad of condition. This is shaping up to be a grueling grappling game, one that I intend to win.

Nathan_gingerbread: Actually yeah... Kick his ass kat ,😸

Miss_Kat: The bruised feeling on my forearms from absorbing those booted kicks to deflect, has me super pissed as that throbbing radiates down… using the pain as motivation to get back at you though, I crab walk backwards a few paces, then flip over to all fours and push up, turning back towards you and circling around to my left, your right. Sizing up the distance and waving you into me for a tie up offer. “How about it Chase? Worried you’ll be shown up in front of all of my fans?!”…

Chasing_Fate: "What fans?" I smirk and look around, shading my eyes with a hand. I see you offer a lock up, coming forward to meet you, a little wary after your throat chop but I'm confident I'm stronger than you. I reach out my left arm to put it behind your head, and look grab your wrist with my right if we tie up, unless you're planning something else..

Nathan_gingerbread: 👋

Nathan_gingerbread: Starts chanting kick his ass ,kick his ass, kick his ass...

Miss_Kat: Looking to show up my opponent, using skill this time, as strength isn’t going to be an advantage I have… executing your grips in turn, I slap my let hand behind your neck, digging my well manicured, blue polished nails into the tender crevice there. Your right fingers close on my wrist, but quickly bending it downward, rolling up and over to wind around and break that grip so I can jam the palm of my right hand into your chin. Trying to force you to look up at the ceiling, those bright lights above, and make this control double edged!

Nathan_gingerbread: Claps to the tune of 'we will rock you'

Chasing_Fate: I grin as we lock up, planning my next move when the kitty finally unsheathes her claws, digging them into the back of my neck. My grin becomes a grimace as you use this distraction to break free from my wrist grip, shoving the palm of your hand into my face and forcing my head back. I growl and slide my hand that's behind your head up into your luscious locks and try to pull your chin onto my left shoulder. I use my other hand to push your forearm and move my head and slip free from your palm push and drop to kneeling. I'm going to try a jawbreaker!

Miss_Kat: A nice stirring of emotions wells up in my tummy, as I feel like I have the solid advantage on you by controlling you by the head. Pushing forward with my legs, flexing and looking to start, forcing you to backpedal, my arm gets slipped as you push on it, and execute a quick and clever seating of my chin on your shoulder before dropping down with my head in tow. The short cry that escapes from my lips in the anticipation of the impact, but when it does occur, the cry gets cut off short, as I flop back, clutching my face, and slapping my feet on the canvas!

Chasing_Fate: I grin, hearing your cry get cut short as I slam your jaw into my shoulder. You flop back and it puts you closer towards the corner of the ring, slapping your pedicured toes against the ground as you try to recover from that attack. I catch Zacks eye in the crowd and I'm hit with a wave 🌊 of inspiration. I stride past you into the corner, climb up it two steps like rungs of a ladder, look back checking the distance and leap off the turnbuckle! "Cowabunga!" I'm aiming for a flying elbow with my right arm to your chest!

Miss_Kat: Way too focused on the ache in my chin, face and neck from that stunning jawbreaker. Not hearing much in terms of fan reactions, or any warnings, so I lie there recovering and waiting for a pull of my hair or something to react to… violently. Mid groan, rubbing my jaw, and then comes the preferred cry of martial arts turtles… followed immediately by the hard impact, centered on my chest, that makes my body spike with pain, letting out a hard cry of pain and sitting right up with both hands clutching the hurt spot as I grit my teeth and cough slowly…

Nathan_gingerbread: Come on kat... Suck it up

Chasing_Fate: WHAM! My elbow smashes into your chest, but this move isn't without downside for me too. I wince as I roll behind you, watching you sit up and hold your chest in pain. Pushing through the ache of landing hard a second time 🐒 I come to my knees behind you and try to spin you and wrap my right arm around your neck into a front facing headlock, hoping you're stunned from the elbow drop, looking to come to standing to set up my next move!

Miss_Kat: The nice succession of moves definitely has me on the ropes, and my breathing in the trash at the moment as I am sucking for air during the pulsing pain radiating through my chest to my back. The arm winds around to the back of my head, cranking me forward, and rolling me up to my knees. Starting to plant my left, then right foot and on the way up, transition to gripping the waistband of your trunks on both hips, subtly threatening to pull them down to try and distract you from whatever is coming next…

Chasing_Fate: I've never been a shy person. Any embarrassment was beaten out of me through years of theater and performance. "You wouldn't dare" I growl, hopefully calling your bluff. "Though I guess you will need something to hang on to!" So I feel the tug on my shorts, but it doesn't give me pause as I look to hoist you onto my shoulder for a vertical suplex! Depending on how stunned you are, I might try give the crowd a show with a spin if I'm able to get you into my shoulder.

Miss_Kat: The clutching onto your trunks, coupled with the quick hook of my right leg, inside and around your right calf once I feel you starting to try and lift… prevents a Suplex before it begins. In no shape to do more than a block right now but my teeth still work just fine, so I turn my neck just enough, part my lips and look to nip you on your right forearm to try and encourage you to release my head…

Nathan_gingerbread: Nods admiring the ring craft

Chasing_Fate: "Gahhh" I grunt with effort of trying to lift you but you're able to resist, snaking your leg in between mine. I feel your lips press against my forearm, and then your teeth sink into my skin, causing me inhale sharply and release your head. I stumble backwards away, glaring at you and checking my right arm. "And here I was thinking you were domesticated.."

Nathan_gingerbread: Looks at watch , suprised it took this long for a famous biter to actually bite.

Miss_Kat: Pulling off the textbook wrestling maneuver, that is certain to help the opponent decide to release a hold… my head snaps back up, hair whipping back, then leveling off as I square my shoulders and regain my footing. My breaths seem short and labored, pain showing on my face, but needing to get something going here before you get back on the assault. Going for broke with a hopefully confusing enough to break any defense you might try…. I step forward, pitching my weight ahead and planting my left hand, then the right, as my lower body flips up and over into a cartwheel, with both feet aimed for your head/upper body area in a bit of a modified dropkick attempt…

Chasing_Fate: You follow up with an acrobatic maneuver of your own, cartwheeling towards me. I initially think you're going for my legs, leaning forward to try to block your attempt when you place your hands to the mat and kick your legs towards me! I'm caught off balance and get blasted, your feet hammering into my arms I barely get up in time and sending me staggering back. I'm favoring my right arm pretty heavily now, it was tired before the flying elbow but after this hit I'm feeling the pain. I try to shake it out but I wince, hoping you dont notice as you recover from the cartwheel.

Miss_Kat: After the glancing impact, and my opponent getting a taste of what I have hidden in my toolbox of crazy wrestling moves, I hope to get a completed cartwheel, feet back on the mat, and continue on with the barrage by charging forward and aiming to force him into the high collar and elbow, hoping that the pain in those arms works in my favor at “muscling” him backwards into the ropes…

Chasing_Fate: You continue forward and lock up with me again, only this round I'm not as confident as my arms are a little worn down from the fight, my right flaring in pain as we connect. You force me back two steps as I find my footing, the tread of the boots helping me get a grip as we lock up. I grimace in pain as I look to step forward and place my right foot just past yours and trip you up, trying to take this back down to the canvas!

Zack_Davis: *settles back into my seat after a quick trip to the vendors ... beer and popcorn 😁*

Miss_Kat: Stopping my momentum in a heartbeat, I square up as you start to reverse the direction, even stamping down behind my left ankle with your right foot. Starting to trip, but quickly lifting up and stamping back as I flex my strong thighs and grit my teeth. “Oh no ya don’t!” With a quick shift of my right arm, I aim to wrap it overtop of your left, then hook my forearm up under the elbow, and back across to slip into the crook of my left arm, going for a nice reverse-pressure arm bar, maybe even getting you up on your toes a bit and convincing you to stop in your tracks to deal with me trying to hyper extend that left arm. The struggling definitely having an effect, lightly beading with sweat now…

Chasing_Fate: Our legs tangle up as your quads bulge, muscles rippling as you stop me from tripping you. "Nrghh" I grunt with effort as you use your right arm to put pressure on my left elbow, beginning to crank it the wrong direction. I use my right hand to push down in the crook of my elbow to keep it from bending too far the wrong way. I try to step back while at the same time I pull my left arm towards me, hoping to use the momentum to slingshot you into the ropes! If I'm able to.. I'm going to try to drop kick you as you bounce back!

Miss_Kat: Fighting you for that arm isn’t going quite like I planned as you are definitely not interested in getting it broken, or even stretched out… with a quick step back, and pulling on your own limb, I take a few short chopping steps and get sent barreling into those ropes behind you. The cords forcing me right back into some oncoming boots, that I just manage to bring both arms up in a bit of a cross block, that sends them clapping into my boobs, knocking my frame back and ended up on the mat, blinking and shaking out my arms as I slowly slide my heels up and pant gently, taking the chance to breathe and cursing you up and down…

Chasing_Fate: I slingshot you into the ropes and follow up with a powerful drop kick, slamming into your arms and sending you sprawling onto your back. I roll over onto my left side, using my less battered arm to come to my knees, taking stock of my body. My right arm pulses with pain whenever I move it, especially my elbow. My left isn't too bad, but it feels like I'm moving through mud, my motions no longer having the snap like the beginning of the match. I look over at you writhing on the canvas.. you're not doing much better than me. I consider going after those powerful legs, but I remember feeling how strong they were when I tried to suplex you. She's distracted though.. I push off from my kneeling position and lunge for your left leg with both hands, aiming to grab your ankle and pull you towards me.

Nathan_gingerbread: Holds up banner booing chase

Miss_Kat: With a quick yelp of surprise and anguish, I get drug about a foot across the canvas on my back, as you tug my left leg, making my right one kind of bend and almost get slid up under my body before twisting up on my left side a bit, and snapping a weak kick at your left forearm. Not much there as I have no thing planted to put the power behind it, but charging up again and aiming to drill you in the forehead if the opportunity presents itself.

Chasing_Fate: I pull you away from the ropes and into the center of the ring, your kick connecting but it isn't enough to break my grip. I growl, my right arm screaming in pain as I try to twist your left leg to my right, looking to flip you from your side onto your stomach. I step my right foot towards you and look to plant my left leg in a kneeling position on your back as I try to put you into a single leg Boston crab! If I'm successful I'll shift my grip, looking to slip your leg under my right armpit.

Nathan_gingerbread: Booo

Miss_Kat: Feeling like I have a schoolyard bully all over me at this point, outweighing and muscling me for the fans, and even more so now as that knee jams into the small of my back, making my head snap back as I cry out in pain, then bite my lip. My thighs being parted, wide… left leg wrenched up and over my hip on that side as this position is getting really uncomfortable, really fast. Not able to do much more than press my upper body flat to the canvas and try to flex my thigh, while pushing my toes into the back of your arm, pawing the mat a bit then beating it with my fists as I tough out the increasing pain…

Chasing_Fate: If this was earlier in the match I could have held your leg in place no problem. But after our struggle.. the fatigue and pain in my arms.. the sweat coating my body and your leg.. I curse as I feel your leg slip from my grip when I try to bend you back another notch, sending me back and over your head. I land heavily, panting from the effort of bending your powerful leg the wrong way. I roll away to recover a moment as I look to see what you're up to.

Miss_Kat: Chase getting seemingly defeated by his own excitement to try and finish me off with this agonizing, leg stretching maneuver… over extending, and slipping off the top of my foot, flopping back just above and in front of me as my leg snaps back and strikes the surface of the mat behind me. My hip aches deeply, feeling it out to see if I can adjust and at least get up to all fours… managing to do so, before I rock back and post on my knees and heels… scowling at you and brushing strands of my hair from my face…

Chasing_Fate: I glare back at you as we take a moment to recover. The red on your chest in stark contrast with the white of your costume.. a bruise forming on your leg from the slide tackle early on. An idea comes to mind.. when you lean back on your knees and heels I lunge towards you from the ground and twist my body, looking to kick you in the chest with both feet! It might not have as much power as a regular drop kick.. but I'm hoping the surprise makes up for it

Miss_Kat: The distance is short, which definitely makes the reaction time even shorter… coupled with the surprise of a drop kick style move coming from our grounded positions. My arms come up in the guard, like a boxers cover up, and those boots jam into them, which absorbs but sends me flopping back, going into a complete back roll, and ending up with the tops of my feet just draped over the middle rope. With a slow, short attempt to push myself up with my arms, they give out on me and I just roll over to my back, pulling my legs off the rope and turning sideways so I can roll out to the much safer apron, and start massaging my forearms one at a time as I groan a bit and curse you…

Chasing_Fate: I grin as my kick is blocked, but the momentum sends you rolling. You roll right out of the ring, coming to rest on the apron. "Leaving so soon?" I taunt as I stalk over to the ropes, watching you massage your arms. When I get close enough.. I'm going to charge forward and try to kick you off the apron!

Miss_Kat: My blue polished fingertips glinting under the lights as I massage the aching forearms… panting, getting some short lived recovery time as my opponent just inside the ring taunts and is trying yet again to kick his way to a victory here. Keeping you out of my peripheral, and as you charge ahead, I do a quick, roll, drop off the apron to my feet on the thin padding covering the concrete below, and try to catch you around the ankle of that kicking foot, so I can pull you off your feet and laid out on the mat just inside the ring…

Chasing_Fate: Looking for a follow up I charge forward, lining up a powerful kick, eager to show off my soccer skills for a second time when you roll off the side. My foot slams into the rope and you're able to grab my right leg and give it a tug, yanking me off my feet and slamming me onto my back. "Aieeee!" I squeak before the ring reverberates with the force of my upper back hitting the canvas, I at least had enough sense to tuck my chin and take most of the fall off my head. It does still daze me slightly, I feel you with a grip on my ankle still as I'm dragged towards the edge.

Miss_Kat: Reaffirming my grip, both hands on the ankle, and setting my feet solid before charging backwards with both legs, looking to rip you violently under the bottom rope, off the edge of the apron, and down onto the floor with me… with zero regard for your well being, of course. Yelling out… “you like to kick?! Ok then!”

Chasing_Fate: On the word kick I'm snapped back to focus as I feel myself getting dragged out of the ring. As I pass under the bottom rope my hands snag a grip as I wind up with my left foot, bringing my knee towards my chest. I pull up with my arms, my elbow screaming in pain as I pull back with my right foot, trying to pull you into my left foot which is screaming towards your face. "Taste my boot!"

Miss_Kat: Fantasizing of Chases skull getting a nice dent in the back of it, maybe even some blood I can smear my foot in, and make a Kat-print on his loser chest while he is knocked out… starting to do the weird chant thing that the guy in Indiana Jones was doing before he pulled that other guys heart right out of his chest… then I blink, slowly… clutching my head, and realize I was knocked out briefly, having some f’d up dreams! On my back outside the ring, my eye, nose and lips throbbing in pain as I groan softly and rock side to side now clutching my face with both hands…

Chasing_Fate: My foot slams into your face and you collapse to the ground, the rope slingshotting me back against the apron when you release my ankle. I grunt in pain, but you got the worst of that one.. laying on the ground and clutching your head. I slide down to the floor to meet you, not willing to risk a flashy move from the apron as most of my joints are sore. I was a gentleman earlier in the match but after you showed me your teeth.. I grab a handful of your beautiful hair and drag you up to your feet as I look to help you back inside the ring, as a pin or submission outside wouldn't count.

Nathan_gingerbread: Throws popcorn at chase

Nathan_gingerbread: Holds up new sign that might feature quite often in future

Nick_CKO: 🤣

Chasing_Fate: 😂😂

Miss_Kat: The boot to the face was definitely unexpected, and hit me right in the KO button, if I had one. Still blinking and coming around to get my senses about me, my limbs feeling heavy, sluggish, but quickly starting to come around as the tug on my scalp forces me to sit up, rolling over to my hands and knees, then crawling forward before being led, limping along towards the ring apron. Still not quite understanding what happened or where I am, I start complaining about the hair pulling to a ref that isn’t there, and grabbing for your hand in my hair along the way…

Chasing_Fate: I consider trying to slam your head into the apron, but you start arguing with a referee that isn't there. This is still a friendly match.. I don't want to cause any permanent damage. Just a lot of the temporary sort. Your hand comes to mine, the one that's doing it's best to restyle your look as we reach the apron. I reach down and grab your leg to try to hoist you into the ring, leading you hair first. "Shhh.. it will all be over soon"

Miss_Kat: Tripping over my own feet along the way, one of my legs gets lifted, and then, with a quick hoist, my thick, tan frame is rolled up onto the apron. Continuing with the momentum, then rolling over to all fours I quickly start to crawl towards the opposite side of the rain, doing my best to clear the haze in my brain.

Chasing_Fate: I follow you up onto the apron, watching you begin to crawl across the ring. I start to step through the ropes when another idea pops into my head, causing me to grin. I hoist myself onto the top rope, ignoring the ache in my arms as I lift my feet to meet just inside my hands. I set the center of my boots in place as I search for my balance, testing the rope by bouncing slightly on it in a crouched position. The crowd begins to swell as I release my hands from the top rope and leap, extending my legs like a frog as I look to splash on your back!

Miss_Kat: Having been “helped” into the ring, and given a good bit of time to crawl, gather my senses… or what’s left of them… I am nearing the ropes and am just starting to strum the middle one with my fingertips, when by surprise, the relentless Mr. Chase has apparently thrown a few bags of dog food on top of the Kat! Letting out a short lived screech of pain, flattening out on the mat, my right cheek pressed on the surface, arms and legs out, lookin like a face down snow angel, and groaning softly….

Chasing_Fate: I crash on top of your back, smashing you into the canvas with a WHOOOOMF. The ring rattles as I bounce once, sliding just off you as I recover from the powerful move. I try to move back on top of you and slide my right arm in between your legs as my left comes around your left shoulder. If I'm able to, I'm going to use the last of my arm strength to roll you away from the ripes put you in a cradle pin closer to the center of the ring!

Nathan_gingerbread: boooooo

Miss_Kat: Still trying to catch my breath from that unexpected, hard hit across my back… both wrists aching, and before I know it, I am getting roughly pulled, flipped and drug across that canvas as I let out a surprised, short whimper. Nghhhhhhh…. Straining to flex and straighten out my body, but not able as I don’t have the air to do so, only getting worse as I am locked in a cradle… my eyes rolling back some as I gasp for breath…

Chasing_Fate: I look around for the referee that isn't there that you were speaking to earlier, then realize it's on me to begin the count. It's hard to tell with your hair, so I puff my cheeks and blow air to push it aside and I spy that your shoulders are in fact down! I curl up against you, planting my right foot for leverage and squeeze tightly as I call out "1.." I'm hoping you stay stunned long enough to get the 3 count

Miss_Kat: For some reason, my opponent is counting his own pin… not completely realizing what is going on yet, but, the position I am in being cradled up and robbed of precious air and the ability to recover has me in another place at the moment. Pushing with my legs some, straining, but barely anything behind it as I am still lacking the oxygen to give a good effort here…

Chasing_Fate: "2..." I grunt as I feel you straining against me, but it's not with the same level of power you displayed earlier in the match. I hear you panting, my own breath coming quickly as I squeeze with everything I have, holding on for that one last moment..

Miss_Kat: Teeth gritted, my face stretched in a mask of pain, frustration, and slowly slacking to near unconsciousness as the breaths aren’t coming in enough volume to sustain me! My fans booing the bully Chase, and cheering for me to kick out but not having the power to make it happen right now. Pointing my toes, flexing my thighs and straining, but its not more than a lil jolt as I can’t manage to do much more in the snug pin…

Chasing_Fate: "3!!!" My arms give out after the count as I roll over to lay on my back, exhausted from our battle. I grin and turn my head to look at you "looks like dressing up as a pro wrestler paid off!" I chuckle, then groan as I come to standing and offer you a hand up.

Miss_Kat: NGHHHHH!!… panting out hard as you finally release me, my thick tanned frame quickly springing back to a laid out position on my back, laying my right arm on my forehead and panting slowly as I recover some much needed breaths. As you make a lil joke, I call you a son of a bitch under my breath, before taking your hand to get helped to my feet… pouting big time…

Chasing_Fate: I pull you to your feet and raise your arm with mine to the crowd, smiling broadly as a mix of boos and cheers sound. I release your hand and turn towards you, giving a nod before making my way out of the ring. 

Miss_Kat: THE END… 😺❤️