Standard Match: Oscar Orelash vs Spectre — Princes and Ninjas

[Monsy]

There was so much muscle on the bottom of her foot. But it STILL was just missing that man-squeal. He wasn't giving it, but she still had energy reserves left to keep chipping away at him and work for it. The sound would be sweet. However, Oscar would turn things over, much like himself. Her foot was captured in his grip an inch from his chest. One side of her masked lips pulled into a sneer. She decided to lean all her weight on that sweaty leg he held. Try and keep him down as the crowds started to chant.

"Os-car!" "Os-car!"
"Os-car!" "Os-car!"

Louder and louder to fight out of the cyberninja's boot. She would look him in the eye, calm and looming, saying in that changed voice... "You will squeal, Prince. No amount of strength can protect you."

"Os-car!" "Os-car!"
"Os-car!" "Os-car!"

[MappleMan7]

Good lord! What kind of leg presses did Spectre do? The masked woman pushed back against Oscar with the captured leg- holding its own against his arm strength as he pushed back with the one arm! Oscar was still quite sore after that nasty submission hold and it definitely played a factor in the trouble he was having. As the two fighters pushed back against one another, the crowd started to chant Oscar's name; cheering the Barbarian Prince on as he resisted Spectre!

"I'm afraid if that's what you want from me... you're going to be very disappointed!"

Oscar heard the cheers of support and took a deep breath, letting the crowd' energy revitalize him as he focused on the audience. Feeling their hype being shared with him, Oscar attempted to knock the other leg Spectre was standing on out from under her with a leg sweep- looking to grab onto the other leg as he rose to his feet and drag her to the center of the ring before starting to spin in circles. If all went as he hoped, Oscar would aim to take Spectre for a ride as he tried to spin her in a giant swing!

[Monsy]

There was only so much force she could apply. But she did give it everything. She grabbed the ropes, started pushing on them so her body would be forced downward, crouched and added more pressure. Her sneer sunk in harder. The laugh line was evident under her mask. Her teeth clenched. Body tensed. Then the sweep came and Spectre went fully horizontal before hitting the mat flat. The impact made her lungs skip.

A short cough. Then she was dragged.
Her body was still only a hundred pounds, so moving her was like a feather to this man. She clawed the mat, scratched it, gnashed her teeth, glared daggers at Oscar and still went to the middle of the ring. Then the world bled into a stream of thin coloured lines. White, black, red, blue, yellow, purple. All stretched out as she went around and around, and she felt liquid in her skull slosh. Her eyes started chasing themselves in a circle until she couldn’t see anything coherently. Her brain was looking for itself in her mouth and made her queasy.

She groaned. Her arms flailed like tubes being swept up in the wind. Faster and faster. She was floating and hovering off the mat, getting higher and higher as far as Oscar wanted her to fly. The crowd yelled in rhythm to each rotation.

“Woah!” “Woah!” “Woah!”
“Woah!” “Woah!” “Woah!”
“Woah!” “Woah!” “Woah!”

[MappleMan7]

Oscar would spin Spectre around faster and faster in the giant swing- the chants of the crowd hyping the Barbarian Prince up as he hit the peak of the swing! Letting out a passionate battle cry, Oscar would release Spectre- looking to absolutely YEET the cruel heel through the air and possibly over the ropes if he was successful in doing so. Oscar put a lot of pent up emotion in that toss and wasn't afraid to get payback by sending Spectre soaring out of the ring and onto the mats on the ground!

[Monsy]

Nyoom… nnnnyoom… nnnnnnyyyooooooom…

And away she went over the top. Then when she hit the ground, it was like her internals just bounced and hit the roof of her belly and rib cage. Like it was all just rearranged and she was feeling nauseating numb pain in hollow spaces. The momentum sent her into a bouncing roll where she turned over, hit her front, kept rolling, then hit the barricade with her back before sliding down and laying on her face. Her throat knotted to get a breath, stuck, laying with one arm straight down and another half-folded over her head.

The crowd roared as Spectre merely twitched on the ground, scraping the outer mats with her fingers as her eyes scrunched, the sweat broke and her lungs wilted for teaspoons of oxygen in a body that felt like it just popped on the inside.

Blegh.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar took a few steps to the side as he regained his footing, shaking of the faint dizziness he felt from spinning Spectre around as fast as he did- but it was worth it in the end! From the ring Oscar could see that Spectre wasn't doing so hot after the impact and was extremely vulnerable at the moment. A moment Oscar planned to make the most of as he slid out of the ring and made his way toward Spectre. With the ref starting the ring out count, Oscar was going to have to work quickly in order to avoid getting disqualified.

Oscar attempted to peel Spectre from the mats and haul her to her feet- right before lifting her off the ground and over his head. Assuming Spectre didn't do anything to make things difficult, Oscar planned to target an area that Spectre really didn't like as he attempted to slam her down stomach first onto the baracade!

[Monsy]

She’d most definitely peel off the mat, but more like a piece of weighted tape. Perhaps a sticky-hand mixture of isoprene rubber and tackifier, just coming off with her head, then the rest of her body like a spineless stretch of silicone. When she stood up, it was with wet spongy knees that wanted to slip back down. Her arm was stretched above her head, her head sagged, shoulders slouched. Then she was raised, high, like a top rope venture that made her eyes finally open and see…

Shi-shi-sh—

The bar sank across her bruised middle. The earlier splash had made the spot even more sensitive than normal and irritated. She crumbled over the cold metal. It felt freezing like her nerves had a multiplier. Then she howled into a tapering squeak as the air was shoved from her lungs. Her knees pulled into the barricade and her hands went to grab the bar. Her feet made spasmodic kicks. She made a face with raised brows, big eyes that turned to glass and she bit her lip so damn hard under the mask that it broke her lip.

With what strength remained in her body, she used to lean back. If Oscar would let her — and when her locked spine became liquid again, she would slip and slap the outside mat onto her side in a pile of ninja sweat and mild shakes. An arm would go over her stomach, then she’d reach out, claw the outside mat and aimlessly try to move an inch from where she was.

Never be still
Her thoughts said.

“Four!”
The referee shouted.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar looked like he was having a hard time looking at Spectre's reaction to hitting the barricade like that. The Barbarian Prince was sure all he did to Spectre's stomach was the one knee drop to her midsection before this- but come to think of it, she didn't take that blow well either... maybe he found some sort of weak point? A question for later. The ref was still counting and Oscar had no intentions of getting anyone, including himself, disqualified.

Oscar let Spectre fall to the mats for the moment before hauling her back up and taking the both of them to the ring apron. When both fighters were close enough, Oscar would shove Spectre back into the ring before climbing back in himself. An act that'd get the ring out count to stop!

[Monsy]

She didn’t get very far in her crawl. Just enough to slink her leg over so she was sprawled on her front, hunched so her stomach wasn’t touching any floor. Hips back and chest flat. Then she was pulled up, her feet clambered underneath. She tripped at least twice to the apron, hardly able to match his much larger stride. Her feet kicked back in big stumbly steps.

Then when she was shoved into the ring, her body rolled at least four times like a smooth human cylinder, stopping about two thirds across the ring from his strength. She landed on her front and instantly flinched so her belly sucked in and she arched it off the mat. She was getting her knees underneath her slowly, one elbow down, an arm across her gut, staring straight into the mat. She slipped once, sprawled onto the mat, then started to rise again.

She shook her head, trying to get some semblance of clarity in the mess she found herself in.

[MappleMan7]

While Spectre was having a hard time getting to her feet, Oscar attempted to capitalize on her position by standing over his opponent and picking her up again- tucking her head in-between his legs as he prepared his next attack. Was it a powerbomb? A Piledriver? It... wasn't clear. Oscar was still aching from that submission hold Spectre put him in at the start of the match and he needed a minute. Besides- it seemed fitting to leave a looming threat over Spectre. Giving her time to sink in on what's about to happen to her...