Idol's intro to wrestling: Freja(D) vs Sylar Robin (D)

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Standard Match
Freja vs Sylar Robin
Hentai is allowed

"Good Evening! Everyone!"

Strutting confidently onto the gleaming arena floor, the bright lights casting a flattering glow across her athletic physique, Freja exudes the poise and charisma expected of an idol. Her fitted crop top, adorned with a revealing cutout exposing a tantalizing expanse of her cleavage, clings snugly to her hourglass figure, emphasizing the pert swell of her breasts and narrow waist. Thigh-high socks accentuate the length of her toned legs, paired with knee-high boots that add an edgy touch to her overall ensemble.

With arms raised in a victory pose, Freja surveys the audience with a radiant smile, her piercing blue eyes sparkling with determination and a hint of defiance. Her long blonde tresses flow freely down her back, the sleek strands framing her face beautifully. As she shifts to pose playfully with one hand behind her head, the tight material of her top stretches taut, offering a teasing glimpse of cleavage that sends whispers rippling through the crowd.

Despite the physical demands of professional wrestling, Freja maintains an air of effortless elegance, her lithe form glistening with a faint sheen of sweat that only enhances her allure. She stands tall and proud, radiating an indomitable spirit that suggests she won't go down without a fierce fight - a quality that has fans both enthralled and intimidated by her prospects in the ring.

As Freja steps into the ring, the tension builds palpably, her senses heightened in anticipation of the challenge ahead. Her gaze drifts over the gleaming steel ropes, the mat, and the expectant faces of the audience, a silent declaration of her readiness.

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Sylar Robin could hardly contain his excitement as he made his way down the ramp. After a few years of trying to make a name for himself in high school gyms and armories, he finally caught his first big break by getting signed to L.A.W. Tonight would be his debut match and it was important that he made a good first impression not only on the audience, but on the wrestlers in the back and the higher-ups of the company. A poor showing would be damaging to his career, it might even kill it before it even really got started. Sylar wasn't too worried about that though. He had worked too hard to let his dream go up in smoke. Right now he was focused on the task at hand and he was determined to make the most of the opportunity.

With a confident smile Sylar slid into the ring. Stepping onto the middle rope in on the corners he posed for the crowd briefly before turning his attention to his opponent. He didn't know much about her other than her name and the fact that she was apparently an idol at some point, though not one Sylar had ever heard of. Then again, he didn't know much about the idol scene to begin with. The only other thing he really knew about his opponent was that this would be her debut match as well so Sylar really didn't know what to expect from her.

As his music began to the fade, Sylar flashed his opponent a friendly smile as he waited for the bell to ring and the match to start.

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Freja's jaw drops slightly as Sylar emerges from the curtain, his imposing stature and muscular build dwarfing her own petite frame. Her heart begins to race with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. Compared to her lithe, dancer-like physique, she feels almost fragile against his powerful build.

"Too big..." Freja murmurs under her breath, a touch of nervousness creeping into her voice as she involuntarily takes a small step back, inadvertently showcasing the height difference between them. Her confidence wavers for a moment, a vulnerable expression crossing her features. She bites her lip, looking up at Sylar with wide, apprehensive eyes.

Drawing upon false confidence, she stands taller, squaring her shoulders and puffing out her chest to appear more formidable. A determined gleam appears in her bright blue eyes as she meets Sylar's friendly smile with one of her own, trying to project an aura of courage and tenacity despite her physical disadvantages. The bell rings, signaling the start of the match, and Freja springs into action, resolved to fight tooth and nail against her larger opponent.

At the sound of the bell, Freja lets out a high-pitched, ear-splitting warcry, her voice trembling with a mix of adrenaline and nerves. "Ahhhnnngaaaahhhh!" she screams, her eyes blazing with fervor as she charges toward Sylar like a tiny, blonde dynamo.

Just before impact, Freja leaps into the air, extending her shoulder in a desperate attempt to connect with her opponent in a tackle.

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Sylar could tell that Freja was intimidated by the size disparity between them, even though she tried to put up a brave font. He couldn’t blame her given that he stood almost a foot taller than her. Though at the very least it didn’t look like she was going to back down. Even if Sylar had the size and power advantage, that didn’t mean he could take her lightly. Freja was here to fight and win whatever way she could.

As soon as the bell rang Freja let out a yell as she charged towards him. She leapt into the air in an attempt to tackle him but Sylar saw it coming and stepped to the side to avoid it. To her credit, Freja was quickly back on her feet but by then Sylar was already in her. A dropkick to the back sent Freja stumbling into the ropes. Sylar was back on his feet in no time and caught her on the rebound, wrapping his arms around her petite waist and lifting her up with a German suplex.

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With a nimble leap, Freja attempts to tackle Sylar, shoulders squared for impact. However, her opponent proves too quick, sidestepping her charge with ease and kicking her to the ropes. The petite idol bounces off the ropes, momentum sending her stumbling back.

Before Freja can recover, Sylar capitalizes on her momentary weakness, pouncing on her with ruthless efficiency. Wrapping his powerful arms around her slender waist, he hoists Freja high into the air, her legs flailing wildly as he lifts her overhead.

"NNNGH!!" Freja cries out in startled pain as Sylar slams her down to the mat with a thunderous German suplex, her body crashing to the canvas with bone-jarring force. Freja lies there stunned, her blonde hair fanned out around her head, her delicate frame contorted awkwardly amidst the wreckage of the move.

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The size and power advantage made it child's play to lift the petite idol up for the suplex. It also gave the move much more impact as Freja hit the mat with a loud thud. Releasing the hold, Sylar was back on his feet in no time. A quick glance showed that his opponent was stunned so Sylar moved to press the advantage. Standing above Freja's stunned form he drops an elbow onto her stomach.

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A sharp gasp escapes Freja's lips as Sylar's heavy elbow comes crashing down onto her abdomen, the impact sending a searing bolt of pain through her slender torso. Her vision blurs momentarily, and her lungs burn for air as her diaphragm spasms, unable to fully expand beneath the oppressive weight.

"C-cough... cough... hnnngggh..." Freja wheezes, struggling to draw a breath past the crushing pressure. Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes as she lies there, paralyzed by agony, her petite frame twitching with each ragged inhale. Her hands reflexively clutch at her stomach, seeking comfort amidst the torment.

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The elbow drop proves to be effective as shown by Freja clutching her stomach. Sylar wasn’t going to let up anytime soon though. He stood up and moved to the side of his downed opponent. He bent his knees and then he jumped up into the air. He twisted his body in an arc and let the momentum carry him to deliver a standing moonsault to his adversary.

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Freja tries to crawl away from Sylar's grasp, desperate to put distance between them, but her battered body betrays her. Each movement elicits another pained whimper, her slender frame shaking with the effort.

Just as she manages to scoot a few inches further, Sylar springs into action, launching himself skyward like a mighty catapult. Freja's eyes widen in horror as she watches her towering opponent hurtle toward her, twisting mid-air to deliver a moonsault crushing impact.

"Nooo, stop!" Freja cries out in despair, raising her arms futilely to shield herself from the impending doom. Time seems to slow as Sylar's massive form slams down upon her, the collision forces the air from Freja's lungs in a brutal whoosh.

"Mmph... hnnnghh..." Freja's vision swims, darkness encroaching at the edges as a crimson haze blossoms behind her eyelids. She lies utterly still, sprawled beneath Sylar's formidable mass, helpless as he pins her down with a suffocating weight that leaves her gasping for air.

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Freak’s plea is ignored as Sylar couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He drops down on her with the crushing aerial maneuver. Freja raised her arms in an attempt to mount some kind of defense and while it might have mitigated the impact at least a little bit, the standing moonsault still dealt significant damage.

Sylar then hooked his right arm underneath one of Freja’s legs and raised it into the air. He then draped his other arm over her to hold her down as he covered her for a pin attempt. The referee slid into place to count the pin.