Valhalla Arena

Warrior_King: After hearing the tale of Richard vs Tina the prestige of royalty in my kingdom had greatly diminished in the eyes of the peasantry. When out and about my carriage would be assaulted by little jars of mayo.. sometimes staining my kingly robe. "Enough!!" I roared after one particularly frustrating visit at a village. "You all seem to have forgotten how to respect your leaders!" I wipe some of the white condiment off my face, glaring out at the silenced crowd. "I've invited another powerful woman to the kingdom, and we're getting into a cage for all to see to serve as a reminder as to why I am YOUR KING!!!" the last words are a shouted defiance, the crowd erupting as they're excited to witness another royal rumble.

Warrior_King: The cage had been erected in the palace common, as well as temporary seating to allow for anyone who wished to spectate. While I usually fought with weapons or wit, I had been practicing my professional wrestling skills, knowing that the more dramatic the match we could put on.. the greater the impact it would have on the common folk. The day finally arrives and I can hear the stands buzzing from inside the palace where I make my final preparations. My leather boots are of the finest make, the rest of my purple outfit of similar quality, with rich detailing along the seams. I haven't seen who was sent yet.. but I'm confident I'll be able to defeat or at least repair my royal family's good name in the eyes of the peasantry.

Brunhilde: In the room reserved for Brunhilde, one of the most formidable fighters among all the women across all universes is preparing, the strongest fighter from Midgar: Tifa Lockhart.Tifa is not alone in the room. Sure, she is formidable and strong, but she still needs to calm herself before each match. While Tifa stands in front of her mirror, behind her is Aerith, who places her hands on Tifa's shoulders and starts massaging. Aerith: "What's wrong, Tifa? Something bothering you? You look like you're about to have your first match!"Tifa: "I know, Aerith, but it's never easy to face someone in the ring. You step in knowing you could hurt someone, but also..."Aerith: "Buuuut? Tifa, don’t be nervous, you can win this time as well! This isn’t a boxing match, so you won’t be punched like last time, right?"Tifa: "Yeah, I won’t be having bellyaches for days, haha, but—" *Aerith hugs Tifa from behind, moving a hand over her stomach to lightly tap it before kissing her on the cheek*Aerith: "Shhhh, you're gonna kick King’s butt too! You’re the champ of Midgar, I have faith in you... Show everyone why you’re the strongest, Miss Abs of Steel!"Tifa moans softly while blushing, surprised by her friend. Suddenly, all the tension she had in her body fades away. Tifa grabs Aerith’s hands and stands up, bending slightly and thanking her. Tifa: "I promise I’ll do my best and bring a new trophy for Cloud!"Tifa goes to grab her two belts, the "championship belt" and the "superstar belt," two titles representing Tifa's dedication as a fighter. She wears the championship belt on her hips while the purple one goes across her shoulder. Aerith grabs Tifa’s free arm, and they both nod before leaving the room.

Brunhilde: "Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for the arrival of an absolute powerhouse! Weighing in at 137 pounds of pure strength and skill, she hails from the high-energy sector of Midgar! With a staggering undefeated record of 29 victories and ZERO defeats, she’s one of the strongest warriors of Brunhilde’s League – the legendary competition where only the mightiest clash! I welcome you, TIFA LOCKHART!!!" The announcer introduces Tifa Lockhart to the vast crowd in the king’s arena as Tifa and Aerith walk toward the ring. Just in front of the cage, Aerith hugs Tifa, takes her championship belts, and wishes her good luck. Tifa enters the cage, flaunting her slender yet toned body, and as she steps into the ring, she moves to the center, winks, and blows a kiss to the crowd—just to win their hearts. She then heads to her corner, where she’ll wait for the match to begin.

Brunhilde:

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Warrior_King: "Your Grace, she's arrived" my head servant comes to fetch me from the royal suite, looking sharp in the palace livery. I already knew that though - the crowd exploded after the muffled announcer finished, making me wonder who they've sent. He reads my mind as he holds open the door for me to stride through "They've sent Tifa." A small smirk turns up the corner of my lips as I turn the corner and walk purposefully through the throne room, out the big double doors into the commons. Tifa, while a powerful woman and fierce fighter, was beatable. The guards salute with fists to hearts as the crowd goes silent by my regal presence. My glare holds the announcer silent as I make my way into the cage, noting the two impressive championship belts as I pause to shrug off my kingly robe, leaving just my tight purple shorts and dyed leather boots to complete my outfit. My muscles flex as I climb the stairs into the cage, where the head servant then closes and locks the door behind me, the crowd finally daring to make a sound. The cheers are not as loud as they were for you.. but who could blame them.. this was Tifa. I give a nod to the announcer and he begins explaining the rules as I prowl back and forth like a captured panther..

Warrior_King: "The rules are simple!" The announcers voice washes over the crowd and us, but I only have eyes for her.. admiring her curvy form and trying to determine her most dangerous assets. "There are none! The victory must be by pinfall, and until that happens.. the fight will continue." I roll my thick neck, then shoulders, then let out a primal growl as I leap into the air, jump starting my circulatory system. Not that it needed it.. my heart is already racing from the implications of this fight. This was for honor.. to repair the royal family's good name after Richard was made a fool. I see him smiling sheepishly in the front row, my other princes and princesses seated nearby, my queen on campaign in the west, looking to secure an alliance with the elves. "Thank you for coming Tifa" my voice is rich and deep, a voice that is used to leadership and expects obedience. "When you're ready." I take an athletic stance in the middle of the ring, hands hovering at waist height and open, left foot slightly forward towards her.. my eyes locked on hers.

Brunhilde: Tifa Lockhart's eyes are suddenly captured by the door frame opens up to reveal her opponent, she was walking back and fourth with her hands on her hips. Her eyes weren't lying, she was nervous.. she thinks as she sees you flexing your muscles, clearly on a whole different scale than Tifa's muscular frame, which is admirable and one of the strongest amongst the women's world, she looks T your muscular chest and arms as you walk around like a caged panther, wondering how much training your body went thought. Tifa shrugs off her fears and approaches the center of the ring with her hands behind her back, smiling as she approaches her opponent, respecting him as a king. "The pleasure mine king!" She flexes her toned belly and her muscular arms while slightly leaning her upper body forward as a sign of respect bowing in front of you.

Brunhilde:

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Brunhilde: Then she frees her hands after straightening up her back and getting into a versatile fighting stance, basically her usual kickboxing stance but with her hands being open and her legs closer than usual. "Alright, I promise to give you my best!" Tifa takes the lead as you asked her to do so, she sprints forward and as she's in front of you she would try to surprise you. With a sudden movement she would try to dive down and then upwards again, basically avoiding your arms to unleash a right elbow strike right for your stomach! "Let's dance!"

Warrior_King: I smile at the bow, appreciating the show of respect before we do our best to break each other down. Her body bounces with each stride as she sprints, muscles rippling as she suddenly dips like she's going for a takedown before raising up firing a right elbow at my abs instead! My right foot swings backwards as I turn sideways, my left arm pressing into the soft skin of hers, guiding the elbow past instead of slamming into my abs as intended, my right hand grabbing for her right wrist as I look to transition her attack into a hammerlock and trap her arm behind her back, and pull her back against me! My heart races as the fans begin cheering for the start of the action!

Brunhilde: Tifa is dashing forward against her opponent, but then she ducks down almost as if she were about to launch a takedown attempt, only to raise up again with an elbow strike to the abs.. yet you turn to the side, letting Tifa strike the air and at the same time you grab her wrist, twisting her arm on her back in a controlling lock, the hammerlock! "Damn it.." Tifa tries to look back and also tries to turn around, but with the arm twisted on her back is a dangerous bet, so she tries to resist.. yet she feels you pulling her closer to your body, which is not really a great starting point for the match. she thinks to herself as she starts ramming her elbow backwards, trying to strike your ribs as hard as she can to break free.

Brunhilde:

Warrior_King: "Guhh!!" Her elbow slams into my ribs the first time before I move my arm in the way, pulling her tightly against me to make it hard to strike back. Her next elbow sinks into the meat of my right forearm as my left hand grips her abs, trying to pull her backwards into me. "Speed won't be enough to save you now.." I whisper into her ear as I enjoy the feeling of her body pressed against mine before I wrap my arms around her slim frame, trying to keep her right arm trapped between us, my legs flexing as I bend down and try to lift her into the air for a belly to back suplex!!

Brunhilde: A shiver runs down Tifa's spine as you grab her bare belly and pull her closer to whisper right next to her ear, she was afraid of actually being victim of a painful hold or a tiring one.. but luckily this one was a suplex, as you encircle her smal frame with your muscolar arms she knows she must act fast. "TCH!! Speed won't save me huh?" Tifa grunts, raising up her arms above her head almost like if she were to perform a handstand. Tifa manages to put both her hands in touch with the mat to suppress the crashing momentum, she manages to roll quickly to the side and quickly get back to her feet away from you.. now she stands up, looking at you with more concern on how to approach an opponent which possesses a bigger frame but an equal speed.

Brunhilde:

Warrior_King: Tifa is able to slip her hand free from between us and kill the momentum of the suplex, instead of slamming her on her head she nimbly rolls away and comes to standing, the crowd roaring in appreciation of the athletic display. But she would come to stand to see my leather boots sailing at her chest, using the momentum of the suplex I would roll backwards and press my hands into the canvas, powerful muscles flexing as my feet sailed at her in an acrobatic donkey kick!! My abs rippling as I show off my own acrobatic skills!

Brunhilde: As Tifa was going to stand up after the suplex, you use the momentum of your own suplex to drive your boots upwards into her chest! "AGH!!" Tifa was caught completely off guard by your kick, she wasn't even able to react with her widen eyes that your kick sent her flying backwards into the ropes. Tifa ends up with her right arm over the top rope while her left arm is covering her chest as she looks down, trying to regain her breath..

Warrior_King: I can see Richard stand up and grip the cage as Tifa falls back into the ropes, a wide grin on his face as my feet slam into the canvas after sending her flying. Watching her chest heave as I see her skin reddening brings a smirk back to my face, confidence swelling as I push off with my hands to continue my assault! My body coils like a spring as my weight shifts over my feet, and I explode outwards at Tifa with my right fist aimed at her chest, looking like a hero for a moment as I fly through the air for a superman punch!!

Brunhilde: Aerith looks at her best friend being in trouble, she grabs with a firm grip the steel cage as she yells at Tifa to move out of the way. With a violent dash you seek to clash upon Tifa with a punch... TO HER BOOBS, what a pervert move coming from such a royal member. Tifa is not looking to get struck by your attack, she quickly moves her body to the side and let your punch strike the air behind her back and your fist to pass by her. Tifa would throw a sweep back kick with her left leg against the back of your left leg, spinning her body while her arm was still trapped over the top rope to knock your balance off. Following this move she would free her arm and turn to face you once more, shoving you back with both her hands on your abs and then jump off her feet, trying to connect both of them with a dropkick to your chest!

Warrior_King: My grin fades as she pulls herself out of the trajectory of my attack, forcing me to pump the breaks of my offensive train, my feet scraping the canvas as I bend my elbow before punching the cage. Her leg clashes with mine as I skid to a halt, most of my weight on my right foot so I don't fall, but the shove into my abs knocks me back. My hands come up to my chest, forearms taking the impact meant for MY BOOBS and taking me off my feet as I was already off balance. I tuck my chin and roll backwards, continuing to show off my acrobatic skill as the crowd roars with excitement, an action packed first few moments of what's sure to be an intense struggle! The momentum of my roll dies as I land on my knees, facing where Tifa was in a kneeling position, taking a moment to recover after that furious first clash of titans

Brunhilde: Tifa would stand up quickly after performing the dropkick, which couldn't land perfectly on King's milky and chunky breasts, a pair of boobs filled with the most tasteful milk someone could ever dream of, a pair of tiddies with a swift concentration of.. anyway. Her eyes glare at you, trying to take a moment of relaxation after Tifa set herself in a kneeling position. The strongest chick in Midgar quickly rushes forward from her knees, rushing towards you as she goes full speed trying to jump up at the last moment to wrap her legs around your head if you ever try to stand up, trying to defend yourself. Tifa would attempt to perform a headscissor takedown, wrapping her thighs around your head and twist her own body, bringing your head first into the canvas!

Warrior_King: The crowd cheers as Tifa recovers quickly, charging forward with the swiftness of a cheetah, the only thing slowing her down is her own giant chest. She leaps into the air and tries her best python impersonation, legs swinging towards my head as I come to standing. Only.. I seem to be getting shorter.. wait.. it's because I'm rolling backwards to let her sail overhead and attempt to slam my two feet into her lower back and send her soaring into the cage!! My hands find the canvas as I hope my timing is good.. dyed leather boots dying for a chance to taste her soft skin

Brunhilde: Tifa was trying so bad to copy and paste the techniques used by other female warriors, such as Kasumi The Kunoichi of Destiny or Cammy White, the killer bee. However Tifa has practiced little to perform such takedowns, she fails miserably and flies over King's head before being kicked right on her back by King, who rolled backwards just in time. "AGH!" Tifa groans as she lands with a looney tunes style against the cage, crashing flat against the metal and dropping like a cartoonish leaf back to the canvas, to lay there on her side while groaning in pain.

Warrior_King: The only thing louder than the crowd was the crash of her body against the cage, rattling the steel as I finish my roll backwards.. a smirk tugging the corner of my lips as I rise to my feet, stalking over towards the fallen hero. I know she's tough, however, so I don't savor my moment for too long but the adoration of the people is so sweet. The only thing sweeter will be my victory as I reach down aiming to grab her hair and drag her to her feet, if she's still stunned from the powerful blow I'll wrap my arm around her neck and prepare for my next move..

Brunhilde: Tifa's body started to fall in a cartoonish just like in Tom & Jerry, dropping from the cage to the canvas. Her huge breasts probably worked as some sort of airbag against the impact. However that doesn't make Tifa less vulnerable of King's move, you go to grab her mane and pull her back to her feet, she clenched her teeth to relieve a bit of pain.. yet she is soon grabbed by the neck as you set up your next move.

Warrior_King: My smirk turns into a grin as my arm finds her neck, muscles flexing as I squat down and hoist the light girl up into the air for all to see. If this was later in the match I would give the crowd a show and walk her around but the chances of her waking up during that are too high.. so I keep it brief and quickly fall backwards, aiming to SLAM the slender girl in what is hopefully the first vertical suplex of many!!

Brunhilde: Tifa grunts as she feels your muscular arm tightening around her neck, then you squat down and seems line effortlessly you lift 60kg worth of muscles up in the air! Tifa is being lifted vertically, her long mane is projected downwards and she tries to hold onto your shoulder, trying not to fall off your hold and hurt herself worse. "AAGHH!" Tifa moans in pain as her back crashes first against the canvas, she ends up laying on her back, arching her spine.

Warrior_King: BOOOOM!! The cage rattles as Tifa is slammed, the crowd going silent for a moment before erupting in cheers! I roll off to the side, the way she rolls around arching her back in pain.. I think I finally have some time to bask in the adoration of the people. I turn my back on her and hop into the corner, pumping my arms and whipping the fans into a frenzy, climbing up to the middle rope. I don't bother to look back, I assume Tifa is hurting so I look down at the top rope, a quizzical expression obvious on my face. The people love it, hooting and hollering, chanting "top rope top rope" so I give the people want they want, I could almost reach up and grab the top of the cage. I squat down and prepare, turning my head back to locate my prey..

Warrior_King: ..and I see her, still struggling on the canvas. My powerful legs coil, then release, sending me backwards through the air, my arms out wide to control my trajectory as best as possible as I flip once and aim my knees right for her center of mass as I show her the View from Above, my top rope special! My stomach soars as the crowd ooohs.. waiting to see if Tifa will react in time or if she will find herself squashed beneath the King!

Brunhilde: Tifa was groaning in pain, still feeling the harsh pain of the previous moves.. she was laying on her back and while you were reaching up for the middle rope she just finished massaging her back, now she was just focusing on recovering herself from the pain. Her chest waved up and down as her breathing intensifies, then you jump off the ropes to pivot yourself right at the center of Tifa's body with your knees. "UUGHHH!!!" Tifa receives a critical strike, Aerith covers her eyes as she can't believe what just happened. Tifa's limbs raised up for the impact for a few seconds, then they flopped back down as she lays crushed under your body..

Warrior_King: KABOOOOOOOM!!! The impact is violence unleashed as our bodies jiggle from the impact, my muscles rippling as she cries out in pain. My hips scream in response, even though a majority of force was transferred through her.. that was still a POWERFUL move. I crawl over, then reach out and grab for an arm and a leg of hers, looking to put my feet into her side and stretch her out like a bow and arrow, wanting to hear her sing in pain for me.. waiting her joints to feel like they're about to snap.. savoring every moment of dominance over this beautiful opponent.

Brunhilde: "AAGHH!! AGHHH!!" Tifa starts screaming as her back is being brutally bended in a variation of the bow and arrow. Such variation consist in grabbing just one wrist and one ankle of the victim, stretching them sideways while laying on the ground. The audience is astonished and Aerith can't watch anymore as Tifa is getting beaten to a pulp

Warrior_King: Hearing the way the crowd noise has changed I could tell it was time to put this to an end. They were loving the back and forth but this.. this was brutality they weren't interested in. My body, exhausted from the mighty effort of some of the powerful moves I pulled, protests as I release her ankle and come to my knees before splashing on top of her, my body perpendicular to hers as I go for the finishing pin. "One!" The crowd roars, energized again by the potential victory!

Brunhilde: Tifa la ys back down on her back, crushed and in pain for the beating she has received. Without being able to pull off her limit breaker finishers she is now laying underneath King's body, as you're going for the pinfall. Tifa breathes heavily and moans while the referee starts the count.. Aerith just accepted the fact that Tifa couldn't go all out and smiles with her kindness while looking at her opponent being defeated, the referee reaches for the 3 without Tifa moving an inch of her body.

Warrior_King: On three the crowd goes silent as I roll off the beautiful girl, as soon as they see her chest rise and fall the noise is deafening, cheering for their king. I rush over to open the cage to allow for Tifa's companion to check in on her, and to allow the royal doctors access as well. I walk out of the cage to where Richard sits, getting close and muttering "don't embarrass us again." With a big wave I make my way back into the cage to check in on the visitor