Standard Match: Oscar Orelash vs Spectre — Princes and Ninjas

[Monsy]

She felt a large shadow swallow her body. A smell of sweat. Probably her own. Her latex was beginning to stick. And now she was being easily hauled up, stuffed between a pair of legs and bent over. Her legs didn’t look too stable like that. She was sagging, struggling to catch her breath. The impending danger put a hole in her chest that her lungs tried to inflate into. She can feel her heart-rate against her ribs, pounding as the crowd looked onward with sparkles in their eyes. Eyes that wanted one thing from this position. To see her fucking smashed.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar huffed, puffed, and winced as he felt the pins and needles in his body as he flipped Spectre up over his shoulders- leaving the masked heel to stare out into the sea of flashing lights from cameras and an ocean of jeering fans who wanted to see nothing more than Spectre's sweet, sweet comeuppance. Oscar held the position for quite a moment as he prepared to deliver an ungodly powerbomb to Spectre... but it wasn't clear to the fans if Oscar was just trying to put the fear of impending doom into Spectre, or if the Barbarian Prince was running out of steam. If Spectre didn't do something- and fast, she was going to find herself plunging into the canvas for a potentially match-ending move!

[Monsy]

The crowd was buzzing in her ear. It started to hurt a bit with just how loud they were. She looked little more than a ragdoll up there. Curled over his face, flexing her stomach, chest, looking distant almost and ready to be driven into an unforgiving canvas with Oscar’s man-might. But it didn’t take much for a ragdoll to alter things. She just took one hand, grabbed his hair, YANKED it back, took a fist, then threw it at his face. However, at the last moment, she would unfurl two fingers and poke him right in the naked eyeballs. If that landed, there would be a rise in hate from crowd members. The referee contemplated what they had seen, knowing in their gut what happened, which conflicted with what the eyes saw. The illusion of a legal punch. Spectre then threw herself back and between his legs, scissoring his head, hoping to take him over in a hurricanrana-style manoeuvre. But she hung on, attempting to land on-top of his chest and then grab one of his legs in tandem. A rana pin! Supported by Spectre’s latest cheat.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar suddenly had his hair yanked on as Spectre fought back against the powerbomb attempt- but suddenly found his emerald hues getting two fingers sneakily jabbed with a pair of fingers! Oscar howled in pain and lost his grip on his opponent- leaving him to be huricanara'd into the canvas where Spectre tried to pin him! The ref, who ultimately had to do their job, slid in for the pin count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

NOOOO!

Oscar buckled his body to toss Spectre off of him- breaking the pin! But that didn't mean Oscar was out of the woods yet. Oscar whimpered and rubbed at his eyes, tears pouring out from the pain he was feeling as it appeared he was momentarily blinded thanks to Spectre!

[Monsy]

Hm~Hm~

Spectre was bucked off. It didn’t affect her spirits at all. She landed on her hands and knees above him and felt quite the spark. He was weak. She smelled blood in the water and wanted to grin about it, if she could grin, then lick it all up. For now, though, Spectre stood up slowly amidst a heated arena. A hand over her stomach. When she looked back, he was still rubbing his eyes. And that’s when she got an idea.

“Who said you can wipe your tears?”

Spectre reached for one of his hands and attempted to pull it away, straighten it out and then walk back to turn him onto his belly. Then she’d force the hand on the ground, hold it there with two hands on his wrist, then execute a stomp to the back of his hand!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar, who still couldn't see due to his teary eyes, felt himself being flipped onto his stomach and his hand yanked out- suddenly feeling Spectre stomp onto his hand! Oscar let out a yelp and tried to yank his hand back- but Spectre was keeping his wrist pinned to the canvas!

[Monsy]

Ah. A yelp. Not quite the right reaction. But it was good. When it came to the matter of his hand, though. She had just two things for it. And it sounded something like this…

STOMP!!
STOMP!!!

She got off after the second. Stepped away, walked in a wide circle as she cracked her neck left, then right. She picked up into a jog and went for a run-up towards his body. She aimed to punt-kick him right in the rib!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar's eyes shut tighter. More tears flowed out and Oscar grit his teeth to stop himself from giving Spectre the satisfaction of hearing his suffering as she stomped his hand and fingers before getting a running start to kick him in the ribs- causing the Barbarian Prince to roll a few times and use his stomped hand to clutch his ribs, curled up in a fetal position.

[Monsy]

After the punt kick finished, she watched him roll away. She didn't follow. Not at first. She wanted him nice and stable, and to that, she could congratulate him for picking the most fitting position for a spent barbarian. His head was begging for her boot, so she obliged. She walked up to him in a calm step, then placed her boot on his head firmly. Her arms crossed. She hunched over.

“I can smell your confidence waning, Prince. You're breaking.” Her automated voice said.

Then she pressed her weight onto his head. All one-hundred pounds. Then she began to twist her ankle in his red hair. Left, right. Left, right.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar was in a nasty situation at the moment. Even he knew that. His eyes were jabbed, which had left him temporarily blinded. His hand and ribs felt like they were on fire. And to make matters worst, Spectre had strut up to Oscar and started painfully grind her heel into his crimson noggin. Same as before, Oscar remained vigilant and did his damn best to suppress and cries of pain- but his suffering was as plain was day on his face. Oscar's body shuddered and tensed up as Spectre ground her heel left and right on his head- eyes still watering as he heard his opponent taunting him. Managing to open one eye Oscar looked up at Spectre and glared at her.

"N...no. You... don't know m-me..."