The Sun God vs The Woman of Steel - Adonis Sol vs Nova Steele

[ADarlingDucky]

Match Type: Kiss My Ass Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO. The losing wrestler must kiss the winner's ass following the match.

It had been too long since Adonis had crushed someone. In reality, it had been roughly a week since someone had gotten on his bad side and ended up thoroughly flattened, but when it came to the masked menace, that was an awfully long while to go with nobody to worship him, forcibly or otherwise. It had left him wanting, but thanks to a visit to LAW staff that had left many terrified and eager to please, a match had been set up for him posthaste, and now, here he was, standing before the entrance to the arena. Someone had been selected to be his opponent tonight, and while Adonis had been pleased to hear, he hadn't bothered to find out who, or what they had been told about tonight. Not that it really mattered to him.

No matter who they were, or what they thought they were getting into, this match was only going to end one way for them. And fortunately for him, it had already been written into the rules itself. Less work for him, he supposed.

Spoiler

The masked man lumbered through out onto the entrance ramp, and as was becoming the norm for him, the crowd roared their disdain, showering him with boos, jeers, all forms of insults, and near everything but physical objects themselves, as he made his way down. And for all of it, not a single word or sound would shift him in the slightest. The masked man instead would climb onto the apron and slip into the ring, before finally turning to the crowd, extending his arms out to either side as he posed in the face of their derision, a smirk crossing his face!

"That's right, soak it all in! Kneel before your god! Bow down and WORSHIP ME!" His command was met with more anger and vitriol, but Adonis had already dropped his arms and turned away, facing towards the ramp. After all, that was where the main event would be. The wrestler who he planned to flatten and make a worshipper out of, who would be on their way out in only just a few short moments...

[Parker]

Starcourt - To Hell and Back

The arena lights shifted from harsh white to a deep, pulsing blue, and the crowd’s roar rose in immediate contrast to the vitriol that had greeted Adonis. Where the masked man had been showered with jeers,

was met with cheers, chants, and hands stretched out along the barricade and cellphone screens held up through the crowd with a vibrant blue glow.

Nova stepped through the curtain, calm and unhurried, her stride steady as her piercing blue eyes locked onto the ring. She acknowledged the crowd only with the faintest nod, but the response was thunderous. Her very presence was enough to stir them to their feet on a good day, tonight, even her doubters were cheering to spite the self-appointed God.

Sliding into the ring, she rose smoothly to her feet and stepped toward the center, where the lights dimmed suddenly. A single spotlight bathed her in pale glow. Nova raised one open palm high toward the rafters, fingers spread wide, as if drawing down the very energy of the cosmos itself. The crowd hushed, then swelled as she held the pose, her face turned upward in earnest reverence.

With a deliberate roll of her shoulders, she brought her hand back down to her chest, pressing it firmly to her heart as though absorbing that cosmic power into her very being. Her movements were sharp, dramatic in precision, but every bit of it was played with complete sincerity. To the audience, it wasn’t arrogance, it was inspiration. A heroine charging herself with the same light she promised to fight with.

“From the edge of the galaxy to the center of this ring, Justice has called to me, and I have answered. Tell me, dark god who would corrupt the sanctity of the sun's golden rays, what calling brings you before me tonight?” Her voice rang clear, carried on the energy of the moment. She lowered her hand, blue gaze fixed unflinching on the masked menace across from her, as the crowd buzzed with feverish anticipation.

[ADarlingDucky]

If there was a starker contrast in opponent, they hadn't found it. While the massive, masked man known as Adonis had gotten nothing but boos and jeers on his way down to the ring, Nova Steele, the opponent that he'd be facing in the ring tonight, was receiving a roaring greeting from those in attendance, showered in cheers and applause! It was clear that the audience had a favorite tonight, but if anything, that only emboldened the massive man that stood in the ring, a wry smile tugging upwards on the corner of his lips, one small enough to hide, but someone who was looking close enough would find it. Taking this champion of the people, the one that they were putting their all into rooting for, crushing her in the ring, and then making her worship him like the god he was... it was a truly enticing idea, and now, his sights were set.

Nova soon entered the ring, joining him inside, before she would reach up to the spotlight, before drawing her hand to her chest. Whether it be a show for the crowd, something she did for luck, or some attempt to channel something far greater than themselves, it amused him all the same, as she finally turned towards him. Her voice rang out across the ring, calling out to him with a loud and clear speech, addressing him as a dark god.

To be honest, that part was almost a bit surprising.

Most of Adonis' opponents refused to accept his godhood when confronted with it, and for so many of them, it ended poorly, as they would be forced to reconcile with it when being crushed by him. This happened often enough that when actually being called as such right away, he almost didn't know how to respond. "Almost" being the key word, as her final words had offered him a question, one that did have a very clear answer. The massive man would walk forwards, all the way up to Nova, getting close enough that he roughly bumped into her, his considerable frame pushing her backwards in a clear attempt to instigate!

"What brings me here... it's simple. I'm going to crush you, I'm going to disgrace that pretty face, and then, you are going to kiss. My. Ass." Short, sweet, and to the point, Adonis wasted no time mincing words about what his plans were for Nova! If the heroine wasn't prepared to handle him, then he would do exactly what he had just said, and there would be nothing that she could do about it!

[Parker]

Nova did not flinch as the masked colossus loomed in front of her. His presence was suffocating, his words venomous, but she stood firm, feet planted as she squared her shoulders and puffed out her chest in defiance. The crowd rallied behind her, a wall of sound that echoed her courage, urging her to hold her ground against the self-proclaimed god.

When Adonis’ massive frame bumped into her, however, the impact was more than she expected. His sheer size and weight forced her back a couple of steps, boots scraping across the canvas. For the briefest flicker her expression betrayed surprise. Her stoic mask cracking at the realization of just how much raw power he carried. Gasps rippled through the crowd as they saw her give ground.

But just as quickly, Nova caught herself. Her heels dug in, her back straightened, and she rolled her shoulders forward again, reclaiming her space with deliberate, fearless calm. Her blue eyes locked on his, steady and unwavering, the tension in her stance now sharpened like a blade.

If there had been any doubt before, it was gone now. She understood what she was up against, and she would meet it head-on. Her chin tilted upward, her voice carrying clear above the crowd.

“Your words are as foul as the halo of twisted light that surrounds you, Tyrant of the Dark Sun. When you lay defeated before me, it will be you who will be forced to lay lips upon my bounteous backside. Perhaps through this deed of atonement, you may find peace and shine anew.”

The crowd erupted, her declaration striking like a spark against dry kindling. Whatever surprise she had felt at his strength was gone now, replaced by ironclad resolve. She was ready.

[ADarlingDucky]

Nova's entrance had all the hallmarks of a classic wrestling walk, with the lights and the music guiding her in, every movement carefully crafted all the way from the top of the ramp to when she settled herself in the ring, one that brought all the cheers and fanfare that one could desire! The only problem was that when it came to Adonis, the crowd was against him from the start, and the pomp and circumstance didn't do anything to rattle his confidence, not even as the crowd roared their approval for the woman who was going to try and humble him. If anything, the masked man felt more motivated to take the fan's support and throw it back in their face, all via a demonstration of exactly how much it would help a wrestler against him in the ring.

That was for later though. For now, Nova would meet him in the ring, and as Adonis stomped towards her, getting up close enough to bump into her, the heavyweight bombshell seemed to balk for a bit. For a moment, Adonis expected her to back off, make space, and simply prepare for the match. But, as a few bold wrestlers sometimes did, she would catch herself, quickly enough that one might have imagined she had backed off at all, and stand before him, refusing to budge any more, as she responded to his words with another impassioned speech!

Adonis regarded her for a moment, an eyebrow raised underneath his mask, before he would finally take a half step back, a slight exhale coming from his nose as he scoffed at her, the exposed parts of his face showing no real indication of his thoughts!

"I guess we'll see how far your 'bounteous backside' gets you. Good luck." The last few words were spat her way, as the masked man would turn and begin to walk back to his corner of the ring. It looked as though the conclusion of their verbal encounter would see them walking away, with only a mild jab from Adonis as they prepared to wrestle... for a moment.

As Adonis had nearly reached his corner, he would suddenly spin around, with speed that didn't seem to fit a man of his size! His feet dug into the canvas for a brief instant, and then he was off, pounding across the ring as he suddenly charged towards Nova, who was likely also approaching her own corner at the moment! The cries of the crowd wouldn't nearly give her enough time given the shocking momentum Adonis had managed to build up, and so if she turned, she was likely to find him already opening his arms and flinging himself at her, letting his built up velocity do the bulk of the work! And if he caught her as unaware as he planned to, he would aim to slam his hulking frame into hers, and utterly flatten her against the turnbuckles behind her!

[Parker]

“A tyrant, with a modicum of kingly bearing left, it would seem. Good luck to you, vile god, you will need it.” Nova gave the man a curt nod, not throwing away civility in the face of duty.

Nova turned on her heel after their tense faceoff, striding back toward her corner with the same poise she had entered with. Each step was deliberate, hips rolling with her natural confidence, her shoulders squared as she shook off his barbs. The crowd’s roar was still cresting around her, a tide of cheers drowning out the venom Adonis had spat her way.

Then, beneath the noise, came something else. A rumble. The canvas beneath her boots quivered as though the earth itself had shifted. Nova’s stride faltered for a heartbeat, her brow knitting. An earthquake?

No. The sudden rise of frantic shouts from the audience told her otherwise. Pleas and warnings cracked through the jeers, her name rising in alarm. She turned, head snapping over her shoulder, only to see him. Adonis, all brute size and speed, a dark avalanche barreling across the ring with terrifying momentum.

She had only a split second to widen her eyes before his hulking frame crashed into hers.

The collision was catastrophic. Nova’s back slammed into the turnbuckles with a sound like thunder, the entire ring shuddering beneath the force. Her chest compressed under the crushing weight of his body, her breath exploding from her lungs in a ragged gasp that was half-groan, half-sob. For a heartbeat she was pinned between immovable steel and unstoppable flesh, her ribs creaking as every ounce of air was driven from her.

Her arms flailed out against the ropes, fingers clawing instinctively for balance, but her legs betrayed her. Her knees buckled, quivering as though they couldn’t bear her weight, leaving her propped helplessly in the corner. A dazed glaze flickered in her eyes, her mouth parted as she fought to draw in air that wouldn’t come.

[ADarlingDucky]

The second that Adonis turned around, his back pointed towards his own corner as his gaze fixed on the heavyweight woman, cries of horror and warning were already being tossed Nova's way, as many could see what was on the way. Unfortunately for Nova, Adonis had covered the distance far faster than anyone could have expected, and so the pink haired woman spun around just in time to see the massive mountain of a man flying towards her, before he would slam into her and crush her into the turnbuckles behind her! It was a meeting of an unstoppable force and an immovable object, and unluckily for Nova, she was stuck right in between the pair when they came together, the ring creaking as it withstood Adonis' force, Nova forced to do the same, point blank!

Adonis very nearly bounced off of her after the impact, taking a few steps back following his corner splash, and Nova, wheezing as her body struggled to regain the air that had been flattened out of her, betrayed her. All at once, her hands would slip past the ropes she tried to grab, and she would collapse to the floor with a low thud, landing on her ass in the corner. And there she was, seated against the turnbuckles, already. Oh no.

"Ring the bell!" Adonis' voice rang out, cutting through the cries of despair, and not wanting to risk frustrating the heel, the sound of the match beginning officially would soon follow! Adonis, who had turned to gaze at the ringside workers, would slowly bring his gaze back to Nova, who sat against the post, wheezing and gasping for air, and as Adonis' gaze soon shifted to the crowd, scanning them for their reaction, the smile on his face let them know that he was thinking the same exact thing they were.

Adonis reached both hands behind himself, swinging them down and clapping them against his cheeks. Cries of horror echoed from the crowd, many shrieking in despair, likely all on Nova's behalf! Adonis stepped over Nova's legs, spinning around to face away from her, and once more, swung his hands down, slapping his meaty cheeks once more. His ass shook, massive cheeks wobbling from the impact. Some looked away as he reached out and grasped the ropes on either side, letting his backside loom over Nova, giving her enough time to really soak in her situation. And then...

"Lemme show you what I think of your justice!" In what must have been a new record from the match starting to this humiliation, Adonis would drop his hips and plant his massive ass squarely on Nova's pretty features! Adonis would vigorously grind his hips up and down, left and right, and every direction in between as he rubbed his ass all over Nova's face, beginning the match by taking the heroine and disgracing her face, just as he had promised!

[Parker]

Nova’s body sagged in the corner, every breath shallow after the crushing splash had flattened her into the turnbuckles. Her head hung low, pink hair sticking to the sweat on her face as she slowly slid down the pads until she was seated against the bottom buckle. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, shoulders twitching as she tried to gather herself, but her eyes were unfocused, heavy-lidded. She looked every bit the heroine stunned in the opening seconds of the match.

The crowd’s boos crescendoed as Adonis turned, clapped his massive hands against his own hips, and backed toward her. Nova could only lift her head slightly, dazed blue eyes widening as his shadow fell over her.

Adonis dropped down with his full weight, planting himself squarely against Nova’s face. Her body jolted as she was sandwiched into the turnbuckles, the corner tensioners groaning at the strain. The crowd erupted in gasps and cries of horror as the massive man ground his hips side to side, up and down, smothering the heroine in the corner. Nova’s head rocked helplessly with each roll of his hips, her cheek pressed one way, then the other, her face consumed beneath him.

The bell sounded as her boots scuffed weakly against the mat, heels dragging in small, desperate kicks that barely moved her. Her hands lifted, pawing against his thick frame in a feeble attempt to push him away, but there was no leverage, no strength behind them. Each motion only made the spectacle look more hopeless.

Nova’s eyes half-rolled, head lolling as Adonis kept her trapped, her muffled groans lost under the crowd’s uproar. The villain had promised to disgrace the heroine, and now, before the match had even truly begun, he was making good on it leaving Nova slumped, breathless, and utterly humiliated beneath his massive frame.

When he finally pulled back, Nova sagged even lower against the turnbuckles, her chest heaving as if every ounce of energy had been drained from her in seconds. Red faced and panting, her pink hair messy and disheveled around her face. Adonis loomed tall above her, the jeering crowd hurled their insults, but his dominance already stamped across the match.

[ADarlingDucky]

From the second that Adonis crashed against her in the corner, he could practically feel the air leaving Nova's body in one, massive gasp, her figure seeming to compress for a second before he was forced off of her by the impact, taking a few steps back. And then, when she dropped to the canvas, already unable to support her weight just mere moments into the match, he was gifted with what he usually looked for sometime during the midst of the match, a perfect opportunity to make good on his promise. Early as it was, with the bell having rung mere moments ago, Adonis wasn't going to pass up this beautiful gift that Nova had given him, and so he approached her in the corner, spinning around and gripping the ropes, and he disgraced her face!

With his massive rear parked directly on Nova's pretty features, Adonis would grind his hips into the ring, looking like he was trying to put a dent in the corner post using his ass alone, all with Nova's face stuck between the two! She was buried in cheek, and every second left her getting shifted this way and that, left to suffocate in his humiliating stinkface! When all was done, Adonis would sit still for a moment, letting her really experience the fullness of his weight on her, before standing and rising from the heavyweight woman, turning to take a good look at her as she sat in the corner.

What's wrong? Nothing to say now?" Adonis snickered, his movements now back to their usual state following his burst of speed, as he reached down, slowly taking Nova's head in his hands and beginning to yank her back up to her feet. He'd guide the busty heavyweight back up until she was standing once more, before shifting his grip down to her arm as he pulled her out of the corner.

"Fine by ME!" Adonis would punctuate his cry by taking Nova's arm, and suddenly turning, using his grip on her limb to whip her across the ring, sending her rushing towards the opposite end, into the ropes! If she were to bounce off of them and manage to stay upright, he would meet her back in the center of the ring as she rushed in, stepping forwards and throwing his shoulder towards her, intending to slam into her with a body check and send her slamming to the mat!

[Parker]

Nova slowly dripped down the turn buckles until her body caught on the bottom rope. Arms slack along the cable when her head was pushed forward, chin to her sternum. Her chest heaved as she practically lay there, body framed by frazzled lock of pink, disheveled from how forceful Adonis’ thrusts and grinds with his massive backside had been.

Cheeks flushed red from equal parts embarrassment and exhaustion. She appeared shell shocked in this moment, some of the reflective light in her eyes had faded leaving her normally intense stare glassy and vacant. Nova looked nothing like the unshakable heroine she had mere moments ago when she slipped into the ring, Adonis had taken that from her in an instant.

When he reached down to her, Nova’s eyes shifted upward to watch, head shaking slightly from side to side as if to silently ward him away. When he grabbed hold of her, she groaned faintly, feeling his strong grip lock in around her. Nova’s boot heels dragged along the canvas as she was pulled slowly to her feet, body sagging with the dead weight of someone incapable of standing on their own. Her long legs trembled beneath her weight as she was made to rise.

His question was met only with a ragged exhale as his grip shifted between her head to her arm which hung limply at her side. The whip came sudden and merciless, her body abruptly snapped forward into motion like a whipcord. Her staggering steps could barely carry her as she turned, crashing into the ropes. The cables bit into her back, springing her forward against her will at the pace of someone only moving to keep from falling forward.

The moment she rebounded, Adonis was there, a wall of muscle, mass and malice cutting across her path. His shoulder slammed into the swell of her chest with brutal force, the impact reverberating through her entire frame. Her breath ripped free in a sharp gasp as her legs kicked up from the canvas, the force snapping her backward with a cascade of pink hair fanning in the air. The ring shook under the impact of her body, the momentum carrying her from her back, rolling up onto her shoulders and neck. She hung there for an instant as movement was arrested before gravity pulled her down to the mat.

She flopped hard onto her back, arms spilling wide, chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow bursts. Her long legs sprawled across the canvas, trembling faintly from the impact, while sweat clung to the curves of her body beneath the lights. Nova’s eyes fluttered half-shut, lips parted around a weak groan, the heroine laid out and helpless in a way that drew both gasps and a guilty hush from the crowd.