Main Event: Rylie Marshall vs Drake Benton - Falls Count Anywhere Match

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie put all of herself swinging her arm out for the Buckshot Lariat that when she connected, she crashed onto her stomach beside the fallen Drake. Panting, she rose up to her feet, groaning out as she staggered and looked around. "Who wants to buy this lady a drink huh? We're going bar hopping!" She called out as she pointed to the bar across the street. She then walked over to Drake and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a headlock as she walked over towards the intersection with the traffic lights. "Drake, can you be a pal and push the pedestrian crossing button." To which she walked over and used Drake's head as a battering ram to make his forehead collide with the button. "Aww thanks buddy." To which she continued to squeeze the side of his head against her bust until the light changed and she would continue to walk with Drake to the bar.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake laid there next to Rylie, his chest heaving up and down. This match had gone on for a long time and Drake was tired.
”Drink sounds… pretty nice right about now…”

Unfortunately for them, they had to get there and Rylie needed Drake’s help. She picked him up and hurled him into the pedestrian crossing button. His head bonked against it and, with marvelous efficiency, the lights quickly switched to allow for them to cross. Rylie picked Drake up and headlocked him again. Drake’s face turned beet red as it was smushed against her chest.
”You’re welcome…” was all Drake could get out while being headlocked by Rylie.

She walked them across the street to the bar. By that point, Drake had recovered enough. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. He then attempted to charge forward and chuck Rylie off of him through the bar’s swinging front door.

[SimplyWoo]

"Aww listen to you and how polite that was, it's like you're becoming a decent human b....waaaaah!" Rylie suddenly found herself being launched away from Drake, crashing through the sliding double door as her back hit the ground and due to the wet floor on the inside of the bar she shouted out in surprise as she kept sliding until she grunted out as her back hit side of the bar with enough of an impact to make a basket of peanuts fall from the counter on top of her, the basket landing on top of her like a hat as she looked down from her sitting position to notice some peanuts laying over her. "Ughhh that hur...ooo Peanuts!" She then peeled one of the peanuts and ate the nut in side, making cute scarfing noises in the process.

She then quickly scanned the room, this place was a part of her plan, she informed the owners ahead of time that the scuffle might lead here to give them a boost in popularity and in return, the staff used some old equipment that was right for demolishing, she observed some chairs, stools, and tables appeared a little more run down then the normal, but also noticed on the wall a dartboard and she broke the fourth wall, looking at a random spot and suddenly having a mischievous smirk on her face. She then groaned as she rose up to her feet and walked over to a nearby table, stepping in front of it as she waved her hand for Drake to come at her. "Alright pain train, it's time you got derailed!" As she tried to bait him to lure to charge at her only for her to attempt to drop down and scissor his legs out from under him to try to get him to flop onto the table, to set him up for a future game of darts.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake swaggered on into the bar like the cocky SOB he was.
"Looks like a new bad boy's come to town, eh?"
He looked at Rylie, who was munching on peanuts.
"This bar ain't big enough for the two of us, eh"
He leveled himself for a sprint and then charged at Rylie to flatten her against the bar. Unfortunately for him, Rylie was quick and energized. She scissored his legs out from under him and he lost his balance. Drake spun around to the side and landed prone on top of a table, his ass in plain view on top of the table's edge. Drake had no idea what awaited him.

[SimplyWoo]

As Drake splatted against the table, Rylie started to walk past him. "Ka-Chank...Ka-Chank...Ka-Chank." Following up with Drake's western lines by imitating walking with spurred boots. She then walked over and swiped at the dart board, plucking out a few darts as she spun around. "Don't squat with your spurs on partner." She then squinted one eye as she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, you know, for accuracy as she sat her sites one Drake's butt cheek zooming her dart in and out into view to practice her aim "Butt, meet spur." She then released with her fingertips, using Drake's sticking up booty for a dart board, looking to stick him good with one of the darts.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake groaned and gritted his teeth. He was gonna-
”OWWW!”
Drake felt a painful prick in his right butt cheek. Then another. Then on his left.
“OWIE! OW! OW!”
Adrenaline flared through Drake. He pushed himself odd the table and pulled three darts out of his glutes.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
He looked at Rylie and the patrons having a dart game on him.
“Don’t you know who the fuck I am?! I’M THE COLOSSUS, BITCH!”
Drake charged Rylie (this time more aware of her sweeping his feet). Drake did not care about the chairs and tables in his way. He tossed them aside like bouncy balls as he attempted to pancake Rylie against the bar with a running cross body.

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie giggled as she high fived a few of the patrons that she offered darts to that hit their target. She then walked her way over towards the bar, noticing a particular sexy red head with her back turned to her. "Hey there gorgeous, can I get a..." She then heard the commotion of tables being flipped and turned around to hear Drake shout at her and suddenly found him launched at her. She took his cross body, finding her feet dangling off the floor as her body was lifted to have her back draped over top of the bar hard with Drake flattening her as she groaned and coughed from the impact. "I...unnhhh, know who you are...said it about three or four times already." She groaned out matter of factly.

[ScylliasExoter]

Rylie lay across the top of the bar stunned from Drake's onslaught. While not physically there, the crowd watched in horror as the scene played out on the arena's TitanTron. Drake pulled Rylie off the bar.
"Well obviously you know who I am. Especially since I just reminded you. It's time for these people to know who I am..."
Drake pulled Rylie off the bar and pressed her back up against the top like it was ring ropes or barricades. He then pushed her chin back, raised his hand, and delivered a stinging overhand chop to Rylie's sternum.
"A Champion."
Drake sat Rylie up onto the bar, which put her level with him. He then wrapped his arms around her torso and clasped them around her lower back, locking in a bearhug. Drake pulled Rylie in close, his chest and stomach pressing against hers. With her up against the bar top, it took less energy for him to hold her. He began crushing Rylie with all his strength going into his bearhug. To the bar patrons, it looked sensual, but Drake was squeezing hard and mercilessly in an effort to make her submit or go unconscious from the pain.
"Barkeep! Make me an old fashioned! We'll see if she lasts longer than it takes you to make my drink! Bwahahahaha!!"
"Right away, sir," the barkeep replied.

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie was adjusted to standing back up as her back was pushed against the bar, letting out a grunt of discomfort as Drake pushed her chin back, making her arch even more awkwardly as her breasts heaved up closer to Drake. Her eyes then widened as she gasped out and doubled over as Drake slapped her in the sternum. She then yelped as she was pulled back up to sitting on the bar and looked to the air, letting out an intense scream as Drake tried to seal the match with a bearhug. Rylie at first tried to push against his shoulders in vein before she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested the side her face against his shoulders as each brutal squeeze began to force a moan from his lips. "Nhhhh, excuse me sexy bartender....may I have a pitcher of..guiness please?" Rylie managed to whimper out as her body shivered from the pressure Drake was squeezing into her body, even letting out a squeak of a grunt as Drake was squeezing with enough pressure to cause some pops to ring out from Rylie's back and body as her tail drooped limp over the opposite side of the bar.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake felt triumphant. Rylie’s resistance was fading in Drake’s crushing embrace. She was pressed against Drake’s massive chest and in danger of going out like Oscar and Katrina before her. The crowd watching from the Titantron in the arena was crestfallen. Children were crying. With each squeeze of her lower back, Rylie’s abs grinded against his and her breathing grew labored.
”You did so well. You were the best of the nerd crew. But it still wasn’t enough. It’s over. Spare yourself the pain and tap,” Drake whispered into her ear.

Meanwhile the attractive red haired bartender was facing the taps with her back to the action getting their orders ready.
“Oi ye like ‘em Irish, eh? One pitcher o’ Guinness comin’ right up!”
The crowd in the arena began murmuring with cautious optimism upon hearing the bartender’s voice.

The bartender turned around and took a quick swig of the Guinness pitcher.

Spoiler

The crowd went ballistic and cried out with a deafening roar of jubilation. The crying childrens’ parents were desperately trying to get their attention to point out that Moira Kilgannon was there handing Rylie a pitcher of beer.

”Oi here ye go lass! Kick his arse, will ya?!”