Universal Wrestling Federation

Sweet_Jamaica: In the latest round of federation matches I am drawn against another newcomer for a bout. I have not seen him wrestle yet and know little about him. Arriving at the gym a bit earlier than the appointed time I get changed and go to the ring to warm up and wonder how many people will be watching. I feel very nervous, my young, fit 5'7 140lbs body has goose pimples and I try desperately to relax

Sweet_Jamaica:

Arkann: This is my first real match in the UWF, and I am tense and excited. They have pitted me against Sweet Jamaica: while I knew little about her at first, before the match I took the opportunity to look up her previous bouts, against wrestlers like the Mangler, and from them I discovered that she is a fast and ferocious fighter. I realize I am going to have my work cut out for me fighting this Caribbean terror, but I am determined to make a good showing tonight. In the change room, I strip down to a simple pair of tight black trunks with matching boots and pads, my 5"9 160lb body going through some quick stretches as I try to relax before the upcoming match.

Arkann:

Sweet_Jamaica: After warming up I slip back to my locker room and sip some water. A few people are drifting into the small arena and I sit and focus on my breathing. The federation manager comes in to wish me well and fills me in on my opponent. He's a little taller and heavier and certainly fitter, faster and more muscled than my last opponent here. Then I hear the announcer welcoming people and take a deep breath. "Our first wrestler to the ring tonight, from Mandeville Jamaica, with a federation record of one match and one win, the new girl causing a sensation .....SWEET JAMAAAIIIICCCCAAA" The cheers rise a bit and I run from backstage, a big smile, high 5's as I race to the ring, hop onto the apron and turn to face the crowd...pose...get some cheers and whistles then vault the ropes and land as light as a feather on my bare feet and go to my corner.

Arkann: You don't have to wait long for your opponent to arrive: a minute later, more theme music blares, and I come striding out into the arena. I am greeted by cheers as well from the audience, and I smile back at the crowd as i make my way down the ramp. "And her opponent, new to the UWF, from Toronto, Canada....ARKANNNN!"

Arkann: Sliding under the ropes, I hop to my feet and face you. The size difference between us becomes apparently, and i take a few seconds to stare you down, to gauge how much of a threat you might be. Noting that you are fighting barefoot, intake the opportunity to reach down and undo my own boots, before tossing them out of the ring. "I hope you're as good as they say you are," I say with a smile. "The audience deserves a good show tonight."

Sweet_Jamaica: We walk to the centre of the ring and the ref does his bit and I smile at you. Putting my finger on your chest. "You are quite cute" I murmur as I slide my finger down your pecs to your abs. "For an older guy" I add. All the time looking you in the eyes and smiling my cutest smile then in a flash ball my fist and send a punch deep into your belly.

Arkann: I see you step towards me, smiling at me before teasingly sliding a finger at my chest. For a moment I am surprised that this cute Jamaican girl is openly flirting with me...not that I mind. Unfortunately I realize too late that you're playing mind games with me, and before I can respond, you drove a fist hard into my midsection. "OOOOF!", I double over, winded by your sneak attack as the bell rings.

Sweet_Jamaica: The referee immediately dives between us and starts to admonish me and tells me to go to my corner as the bell sounds.... "Whoops, sorry, I thought we had started" I shyly reply. "Are you ok big boy" I smile before going on "I'm so sorry, let me help you" Then straighten you up and slam a second fist in the same place, turn to the ref "Was that ok this time?" I murmur loud enough for anyone in the crowd to hear and smile sweetly at him as he answers "NO, you can't punch an opponent"

Arkann: I am doubled over, wheezing from your brutal sneak attack as the ref separates us. As I take a few steps back to get some literal breathing room, you follow up again, driving another fist into my midsection. I gag, staggering backwards, but because I was cradling my midsection my arm shields the blow. Grimacing, i see your back turned: I wait, and the moment you turn around, I try to rotate my body around to snap a kick up into your face!

Sweet_Jamaica: Your foot comes at me fast, but I can move fast too and I'm far eanough away do take some of the sting from the kick by turning a bit ....moving back and shaking my head and then respond by attempting to slam my bare foot into your belly

Arkann: You show really quick reaction time, turning away so that my bare foot only catches you with a glancing blow. This is fine by me, though, as it gives me more time and space with which to recover. As you come at me again, I am ready: once again, you are targeting my belly. As you lash out with a kick, I try to catch your foot in midair. If I manage that, then I will shove your leg to the side to unbalance you, before rushing forward at close range, aiming to hammer my arm into your fact or chest for a clothesline!

Sweet_Jamaica: You are quick and strong and the clotesline takes me down, back first onto the canvas. Immediately, I roll to the ropes and rise to one knee looking at you and nodding, trying to smile through the pain you have just caused and taking a few seconds to slowly rise to my feet and ease the kinks from my back

Arkann: My counter attack works like a charm, knocking you onto your back and taking the wind from your sails. You recover quickly, though, rolling towards the ropes before I can follow up. I watch as you pull yourself up on the ropes, and wait for you to get up. "Sorry, girl, are you okay?" I taunt, returning your earlier teasing. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you." As you finally rise back up to your feet, I slowly circle you, motioning for a classic lockup.

Sweet_Jamaica: Closing in on you again as you prepare for a lock up and i mirror you, but never quite get there as I grab your right wrist, twist under your arm, wrenching it violently and pulling your upper body lower so that I can send three super fast kicks into your chest

Arkann: We close in for a grapple, and for a moment I think you are actually about to go in for this test of strength against me. I am quickly proven wrong, though, as you duck grab my wrist, twist sharply, and send three sharp kicks up into my midsection. "UUAGH!" I gag from the blows. Gritting my teeth as I try to bear the pain, I drop low and roll, trying to do a flip to loosen your grip. If I manage that then I will turn around to face you, grab at one of your wrists with my free arm, and try to press a foot against your midsection before dropping backwards, aiming to flip you over me onto your back.

Sweet_Jamaica: When you drop low and try to roll away, I follow you keeping your wrist locked tight and not letting you turn so I foil your attempted counter. Instead I go to whip you, but instead of sending you across the ring I wrench you arm down and put pressure on your shoulder as I release you to drop to the floor

Arkann: My planned counter fails dismally as your experience starts to shine through: you do not release my arm, instead holding onto it and maintaining a grip on it as you guide me up to my feet. The next thing I know, you are leveraging my arm to pull me downwards towards the mat, bringing me down to my knees. With a sharp jolt. I hiss in pain and roll away from you, clutching my shoulder as I try to put some distance between us and regroup.

Sweet_Jamaica: "You running away from the lil black girl again punk?" I mock and once again stay on top of you by attacking your legs, your right leg first as I kick your thigh and then follow that with a flurry of stomps to your knee and thigh

Arkann: Your bare foot smacks against my thigh, causing me to gasp loudly in pain. Knowing that I can't allow you to start wrecking my legs like this, I keep rolling for the ropes, trying to grab for them before you can follow up. I realize I am retreating, but also known that I can't afford to let you start targeting my limbs so early in the match.

Sweet_Jamaica: Ignoring your hope that the ropes will help you, and ignoring the ref I continue to kick and stomp you right leg mercilessly until the ref starts to count a warning 1..2..3..4.. I stop and step back just before he calls five and growl at him" GET HIM UP"

Arkann: "AAAAH!" I shout as you stomp hard on my leg. One blow rains down, then a second...by the time you're done I'm hobbling on one leg, grimacing in pain as I try to rise to my feet, glaring at you.

Sweet_Jamaica: Waiting for you to rise, I lift my left foot to threaten another kick to your right leg but in a lightning fast move I spin around backwards and mule kick the side of your left knee

Arkann: Seeing you approach me as I rise, I get a sense that you are readying for an attack, and an instant later you are on the move, spinning. In react fact, trying to catch your foot in midair: if I manage that then I'll suddenly roll my whole body around, trying to flip you over onto your front and slamming your knee against the mat. If I fail, though, then I'll end up taking the hit to my left knee and dropping to a kneel...

Sweet_Jamaica: You manage to catch my foot and I go with you and land on my front but manage to absorp some on the impact with my hands, my right foot is free and I pump it back at your face in a sort of modified mule kick

Arkann: As ever, you react quickly, managing to shield your fall with your hands. Before I can even follow up, you are lashing out, your foot connecting with my jaw. "Ungh!" I grunt, staggering from the blow, nearly going into the ropes again.

Sweet_Jamaica: When I feel you release my foot I roll away and get to my feet, flexing my leg to get the blood flowing again and wanting to keep the pressure on you, get quite close and swipe a backhand chop across your chest leaving a red flash on your white skin

Arkann: i rotate my jaw where your foot smacked into it, trying not to be caught flat footed by you again. I see you close the distance, moving in close to me with a lashing forearm that sliced into by bare chest. I clench my teeth, hissing in pain as your forearm chop leaves a nasty welt, but immediately retaliate, lashing out with a forearm chop of my own to hammer at your pink-clad chest as I try to drive you back a step.

Sweet_Jamaica: You do drive my back a step as you strike my big titties which bounce a bit, a sudden pain shoots through my little body but I ignore it, grit my teeth and come back fast and hit you with another forearm, this time a European uppercut to your jaw with all my strength and weight behind it

Arkann: I manage to launch a retaliatory forearm chop that knifes into your tits and actually staggers you back. It doesn't stagger you for long, though: with a vengeance, you came back fast, lashing out with a forearm that crunches into my jaw. "Gunnhh..." I grunt, briefly colliding with the ropes. Now that we are up close, however, I am determined to stun you, and at the very least knock the wind out of your sails. Still nursing my jaw and leaning against the ropes, I suddenly lash out with a kick, aiming to hammer you in the bare midsection and double you over.

Sweet_Jamaica: That kick lands hard and fast, folding me over and sending me back a couple of steps before I drop to my knees breathing hard. I can feel sweat start to trickle between my big cleavage as I take a couple of deep breaths and try to control my anger. From my knees I look up at you and decide you have a smug look on your face which angers me more. Moving slowly I start to rise then spring as fast as a striking cobra and launch my hard Jamaican head straight into your belly with a vicious headbutt

Arkann: My bare foot slams hard into your tummy, leaving you breathless and on your knees, in an even better position than I intended.I am a little relieved at this point, as this gives me the space I now need to launch a possible counter attack. The moment I step towards you, though, you suddenly surge forward, your black-haired head ramming right into my firm, sweat-glistening midsection. I gasp from the blow, doubling over so that my head is now left panting against your bare back. For a few seconds, I am pressed by you against the ropes...before I suddenly use my position to wrap my arms around your bare waist. At the same time, I shoot a knee up, trying to hammer your chest, head or midsection to stun you further; if all goes according to plan, I'll follow up by lifting you upside down before dropping down, aiming to drive you head-first into the mat!

Sweet_Jamaica: Again you strike straight back and my titties take another big hit. I drop chest first to the mat and roll away seeking space to recover, straight under the ropes, letting my feet drop off the apron and onto the cold floor. Looking back up at you in the ring as I step back to the safety rail and the ref telling me to return to the ring. Massaging my big boobies, to the crowds delight, to ease the pain.

Arkann: My knee punches up into your boobs, leaving you gasing as you drop to the mat and roll away from me. This gives me some much needed space to catch my own breath after that vicious headbutt of yours. Panting hard, I lean against the rope and see you on against the safety rail, massaging your boobs. As much as I want to follow up against you, I need the time to recover, and and watch you from the ring, waiting for you to come back in...

Sweet_Jamaica: The ref starts a slow count, but I take my time, pacing around the outside, then climb the metal entrance steps and tell the ref to keep you away so I can duck in through the ropes..he does, I do... Watching you carefully, I finally push off the ropes, both hands held high offering you a test of strength

Arkann: As much as I want to attack you as I climb the ropes, I hold back, respectfully keeping my distance. At this point I feel like I have your measure, but that you also have mine: a part of me hopes, at least, that I've now made the impression that I'm not an opponent to be taken lightly. As you motion for a lockup, I recall how you launched a sneak attack on me at the start of the match, and decide not to fall for any tricks this time. I make it look like I'm accepting your lockup, grabbing at your hands. The moment I do so, though, I will try to twist both your wrists sharply to the side, before dropping down onto my back, yanking you with me and trying to shoot my knees up so that your midsection collides with them!

Sweet_Jamaica: As we close in and before our hands touch, I dive low and fast, into a forward roll going past your right leg, my right arm extended to sweep your feet from under you and send you to the floor

Arkann: I go wide eyed: I had expected you to go for a trick, but hadn't been expecting something like this. "Gaaaaahh!" I gasp as your leg sweep knocks my bare feet out from under me, sending me crashing onto my back. For a vital few seconds, I'm vulnerable to whatever follow up you may have in mind.

Sweet_Jamaica: Completing the forward roll I end up on my feet, turn and drop backwards onto your exposed chest with my elbow hitting you somewhere around the sternum

Arkann: Before I can try to roll up to my feet again, you are already on me, spinning around to drop your elbow down onto my chest. "Uuuuuh..." the blow sends me rolling away from you, huffing for breath as I cradle my now hurting chest, conscious of the fact that you are relentlessly taking me apart.

Sweet_Jamaica: "Where you going Punk?" I growl as I'm up, after you and trying to keep the advantage my sending bare foot stomps to your back or belly as you roll away

Arkann: I am mid roll when your foot slams home against my back, causing sharp pain to lance up my spine. "Uaaaghh!" I gasp, the blow flattening me onto my front. For a few seconds I am lying facedown on the mat, one of my legs kicking weakly, my fit body shining in a light sheen of sweat. Gritting my teeth, I slowly but surely try to push myself to my hands and knees again.

Sweet_Jamaica: as you get to all fours, I treat you to another kick into your ribs enjoying the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, so I repeat another fast kick to really sting those ribs

Arkann: You are relentless as you continue to hammer away at me, your foot lashing against my unprotected midsection. Another swift kick smacks home, causing me to gag from the heavy blow and go rolling onto my side. At this point I am breathing hard from your vicious pummeling, and the crowd is cheering at the site of you brutally kicking the crap out of the new guy. I cradle my chest with one arm, trying to ignore the dull, throbbing ache in my ribs.

Sweet_Jamaica: Bending down I take a handful of your hair and hoist you to your feet, using my free hand to get the crowd more involved and flashing them a big smile

Arkann: I am on my back now, groaning as I cradle my hurting midsection. You show that you still aren't done with me, though, as you reach down and grab a handful of my brown hair. I let out a pained gasp as my scap burns, before you wrench me up to my knees and then, shakily, up to my feet. I am breathing hoarsely and in a lot of pain from your earlier assault...but I am not done. Not by a long shot. As I stagger to my feet, I suddenly reach to the back of your head, grabbing two handfuls of your own hair before suddenly dropping to one knee, hoping to drive you forehead first into my shoudler with a modified stunner!

Sweet_Jamaica: Having taken my eye off the ball you take advantage and crack my head against your shoulder, it hurts, more from surprise than anything, as I have a really hard head, but the impact and momentum throw me backwards and onto my ass

Arkann: I havre been given the reprieve I have sorely (very sorely!) been waiting for as I catch you by surprise with a stunner, slamming your forehead against my shoulder you and sending you collapsing onto your ass. Not wanting to give you the time to recover, I rush forward at you while you are still stunned and shoot a knee up, aiming to ram it right into your face

Sweet_Jamaica: I'm suddenly re-focussed and see you coming and go flat on my back to avoid your knee and see you rush past me, roll onto my tummy and grab your ankle and pull it back towards me hoping to bring you daown hard onto the canvas

Supergirl_Elle: Damn this ones a real brawl!

Supergirl_Elle: Cheers for the new guy. Cuz he's new, and not SJ

Arkann: Once again, your reaction time catches me by surprise as you drop low, avoiding my knee strike. Wrong footed, I am forced to maintain my momentum....and then you yank on my knee. I curse, trying to maintain my balance...but then find myself going down. I thump onto the mat, wincing as my sore chest smacks into the mat, but have the presence of mind to kick back with my other leg, hoping to surprise you and drive my foot hard into your face!

Arkann: (Why thanks, not often i get praise from a Kryptonian)

Supergirl_Elle: (Half kryptonian but yw )

Sweet_Jamaica: Bitch

Sweet_Jamaica: Tightening my grip on your leg, I am rising as your free foot drives back into the top of my chest, hurting like hell and just making me more angry. In retaliation I twist your ankle hard, keeping you face down, and place my foot on the back of your knee to create pressure as I bend your leg and keep the ankle twisted

Arkann: My attempt to kick you free fails, and instead you maintain your hold on my trapped ankle, twisting it hard and causing an instense pain to shoot up my leg. I bite back a cry of pain as you start bending my leg;gritting my teeth, I roll sharply, trying to kick my free foot at one of your ankles to unbalance you and hopefully topple you onto your front. If I fail, however, then I'll have to do the next best thing and try to reach for the ropes before the pain becomes too unbearable.

Sweet_Jamaica: Planning ahead, I drag you by your bent and twisted leg to the middle of the ring, then hook your free leg behind the trapped one and hold them in position with my legs as I lean right over forwards and use my hands to cup your chin and pull it back, viciously so that you are trapped both ends and your back is being bent the wrong way

Arkann: The pain in my leg now shoots up into my thighs as you wrench it more tightly. At the same time, you pull back on my chin, locking me in a chin lock and figure four combo, now as I'm suddenly being bent cruelly from two different angles. This time, I can't help but cry out in pain as my spine is contorted, and the best I can do at this point is paw at your wrist, trying to stave off the pain as best as I can. "Nnnn...naaaaaaagh!"

Supergirl_Elle: Come on Newbie!

Sweet_Jamaica: Flashing a withering look at Elle"You want another headbutt bitch" I growl as I push down on your legs to cause more pain and really lean back pulling hard on the chin lock, sweating and trying to keep my breath even, teeth gritted "Ask him ref" I growl

Arkann: My body is shining with sweat now as you work me over. As the ref comes up, I immediately shout "NOOOOO!" before he can even ask the question. Teeth clenched as I'm being contorted painfully, I dig a knee into the mat, along with both elbows, and start to crawl painfully towards the ropes, trying to grab for the bottom rope before the pain becomes too unbearable...

Sweet_Jamaica: I start bouncing on your legs using my body weight and then jerking your chin back and forth before I lean right back and apply a really violent bend to the top of your spine, my arms shaking from the effort

Arkann: "AAhh....AAAAAAAAH!" I am screaming now as you torment me, and I feet sweat stingining my eyes as my spine feels like its nearing the breaking point. Finally, with a surge of movement, I manage to grab the bottom rope. In an instant, the ref is in your face, demanding that you break.

Supergirl_Elle: Brutal. Cringes

Sweet_Jamaica: I hold on until he starts to count me then release but as I stand Stomp a foot into your spine, right between your shoulder blades, the ref yells, I smile my cutest smile at him "Whoops" I say all innocently, then stoop, grab your ankles and violently haul you back to the centre of the ring, send in another stomp to keep you in pain then slip my legs around your head from the back so you are looking at my feet and start to crush you in a head scissors, ankles crossed as I lay on my side increasing the pressure bit by bit

Arkann: I let out a gasp of relief as I am finally free of your leglock/chin lock combo. My relief is short lived, however, as your stomp down hard on my back, causing pain to explode in my already sore spine. I collapse to the mat, groaning in pain, unable to resist as you drag me back to the center of the ring. Another stomp rocks my back, before your ebony thighs suddenly lock around my throat. I gag, pawing at your legs as the air is suddenly crushed from out of me.

Supergirl_Elle: “Your time will come SJ!” I yell

Sweet_Jamaica: "Yours already came you weak white slut" I yell back

Sweet_Jamaica: Pulling my legs up and twisting a bit to apply more pressure to your neck and upper back and then drop back to the canvas, take a breather and then repeat as I grip you so tight in my long toned legs "Tell him to give up ref before I snap his scrawny white neck" I hiss

Supergirl_Elle: “Non sanctioned, doesn't count” 😛

Sweet_Jamaica: Ok smart ass

Arkann: "Ggghk....nnnggkk..." I am in pain and barely able to breathe. I need to think of a way otu of this, and fast. Thinking quickly,I grab at your knee and ankle, and press my own feet against the mat, trying to roll onto my knees in front of you. From there, I will grab for your ankles behind my head, before rolling again, trying to get you onto your front, and using my grip on your ankles fold them together and slip my head free...

Arkann:

Sweet_Jamaica: "Nice move punk" I growl as I flip myself back over and spring to my feet and look down at you, bouncing on my toes waiting for you to start rising

Arkann: Gasping for breath, I hobble up to my feet. I am aching and soaked with sweat, but I am still in this fight. One eye closed due to the sweat now getting in my eye, I circle you, motioning for a lockup...this time waiting for you to make the first move.

Sweet_Jamaica: Coming slowly forwrads and then like a streak of lightning I jump and put a foot either side of your neck and twist my legs and throw you across the ring with a flying scissor throw, feeling the ring shake as we both land on the canvas

Arkann: The moment burst into movement, I am ready, dodging backwards away from you and then rebounding off the ropes. My instincts prove correct as you try to ensnare my head in midair...and miss. Regardless of how you land on the mat, I will be leaping forwards, aiming to hammer both feet into your face or chest with a powerful drop kick!

Sweet_Jamaica: Missing you is all part of the world of wrestling, and I prepare to hit the floor hands and knees first and keep moving. It happens quickly...I'm almost next to you and before you can leap at me I slip my legs around your ankles so that as soon as you move, you will go face down onto the floor

Arkann: I am really hoping to take you by surprise with this one, hoping that my avoidance of your blow will be enough to wrong-foot you, to leave you to a surprise snap kick. But before I can even make that leap, you somehow snap your legs around my ankles, causing me to pitch down onto the mat! I growl in frustration at your sheer speed and skill, and roll, not wanting to be stationary for whatever you have planned next.

Sweet_Jamaica: Keeping my legs locked tight to your ankles, I bend them and cross your legs over. With you on your tummy I return to the previous hold and trap your legs in place with mine, we are in the centre of the ring. This time when I lock your legs in place, I am facing away from you and I bend over backwards and take your chin in my hands and pull it off the canvas. My supple spin bent in a great arch which serves to put more wrench on your neck.

Supergirl_Elle: Just give it up SJ. You cant win

Sweet_Jamaica: You are so gonna get another headbutt when my hands are not so full

Supergirl_Elle: Whatever

Sweet_Jamaica: Oh! that deserves my special butt reserved for Bitches

Arkann: "G...ggggggkkkk!" My back is wrenched painfully as you trap me in a muta lock, a move that shows off your flexibility while severely testing mine. My eyes clench shut, and I try to pull us towards the mat at first...before midway through, trying to reach up and wrap an arm around your throat, if I can, to distract you and hopefully break your hold.

Sweet_Jamaica: Pulling you tight into the hold, and getting my head on the floor abvoe your shoulder as I complete the hold. I feel you try to threat your arm around my throat but it is not possible for you to get into position for that as there is no room and your arm can't bend that way. I hold the really strong bridge and through gritted teeth send the ref to ask for your submission

Arkann: The pain is getting unbearable. You have already been ruining my back for much of this match, and your muta lock is making it worse. Even so, as the ref asks me, I furiously shake my head, sweat dropping from my hair and forehead as I try to crawl, painfully, towards the ropes, not sure how much longer I can last...

Sweet_Jamaica: We are in the centre of the ring, the ropes are a long way off but I keep you locked in from pure determination and defiance and start to vibrate your chin to add to your woes "Give in Punk, before I snap your spine" I growl with menace in my voice

Arkann: The pain is unbearable. Even though you are lighter than me, my arms start to feel leaden, and my spine feels like it's shutting down. I can't take it any more: with shameful resignation, I start slapping desperately at the mat, signalling my submission after this punishing match.

Sweet_Jamaica: Keeping you locked in tight until the ref gets right in front of my face and tells me to let go....releasing the hold, I roll over and sit up, sweating and breathing hard. When I get some air I look over at you "You are one tough guy" I say smiling at you, then stand and offer you a hand up

Arkann: I flop to the mat, breathing hard, my back a throbbing mass of pain. For a moment I can only lie facedown on the mat as I try to recover, breathing hard, and trying to overcome the shame of losing my first match. As I you extend a hand to me, though, I gingerly take it and allow you to pull me to my feet. "Th...thanks," I breathe as I am pulled unsteadily to my feet. "You were a lot tougher than I expected."

Sweet_Jamaica: "It was a tough bout, I certainly don't look forward to having to wrestle you again...but I guess we will meet in the ring again soon" Slipping under the bottom rope I walk back to the locker room with a smile on my face...The End