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

[MR. Q]

Unrelenting in her vengeance, Freja continues to rain down stomp after merciless stomp upon Sylar's already abused form. Each impact sends shockwaves through his battered body, forcing guttural grunts of pain from his lips.

"Hahh... haaahhh..." Freja pants harshly, her chest heaving with exertion as she presses her attack. Rage fuels her every movement, driving her to inflict as much suffering as possible upon the man who dared violate her personal space.

"Aahh... yeah! Take it, pervert!" Freja snarls through gritted teeth, unleashing a vicious kick aimed at Sylar's exposed midsection.

Let this serve as punishment for his inappropriate behavior! An idol's breasts are off limits!

[MrBrightside]

"H-Hey now. That wasn't gghh...intentional!" Sylar gasped out in between stomps. He raised his arms to try and shield himself from Freja's assault. He knew about the whole thing with idols and purity but considering the kind of promotion L.A.W. was and the added stipulation to the match, he didn't really think Freja would be this upset about where he put his hands. But she did and now Sylar was paying for it. All he could do at the moment was weather the storm and defend himself as best he could until an opportunity presented itself.

[MR. Q]

Unbowed by Sylar's feeble protestations, Freja continues her relentless onslaught, each punishing stomp a testament to her seething anger.

Finally, when Sylar's arms flail up in a futile attempt to shield himself, Freja seizes the opportunity to press her advantage. She leaps astride Sylar's torso, pinning him down beneath her petite weight.

"Dummy!" Freja spits venomously, grinding her hips against Sylar's midsection as she delivers a series of small punches to his face.

"How dare you disrespect me like that, you pervert!" Freja snarls, her rage barely contained as she rains further hits across Sylar's defense. "You'll pay for every touch!"

Freja's vengeance knows no bounds as she pours all her fury into this merciless assault, determined to make Sylar regret ever laying hands on what was rightfully hers. An idol's purity is not so easily defiled.

[MrBrightside]

“I didn’t even touch you that much!” Sylar protested as he defended himself from Freja’s blows to the best of his ability. Freja’s reaction was somewhat bewildering to him. This was wrestling after all. Touching and grabbing your opponent was to be expected! Nonetheless, this was not a good position to be in. He needed to turn things around. But when she had him pinned down like this there wasn’t much that he could do.

[MR. Q]

Freja's wrath shows no signs of abating as she relentlessly pummels Sylar's face with swift jabs and sharp slaps. Each blow lands with equal force, emphasizing her outrage at his brazen disrespect.

"Haaahhh... you wish!" Freja retorts breathlessly, her chest heaving with exertion as she grinds herself against Sylar's pinned form. "One inappropriate touch deserves a world of punishment!"

As Freja continues her merciless assault, her anger slowly gives way to something else - an exhilarating sense of power and dominance over her larger opponent. Her petite form seemingly radiates an aura of invincibility as she exacts revenge for his transgression.

She, so this is what it feels like to on top~

[MrBrightside]

As Freja continued to rain down blows on him, Sylar noticed a shift in her demeanor. The upward curl of her lips told him that she was enjoying his plight, maybe even getting off on it. Sylar wasn't ashamed to admit that he liked having a girl on top of him taking control of him. However, indulging in that now would be counterproductive. He needed to be the one in control in order to win this match.

Gritting his teeth and fighting through the pain, Sylar reached up and grabbed Freja's wrist halting her next strike. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her down to him so she would be in position for him to headbutt her. With his adversary momentarily stunned Sylar was able to push the petite woman off of him, allowing him to get back on his feet.

[MR. Q]

The sudden halt of Freja's onslaught catches her off guard, leaving her momentarily stunned as Sylar's hands clamp around her wrist. Before she can react, Sylar pulls Freja down toward his face, using her momentum against her.

"Aaahh!!" Freja shrieks as Sylar's forehead smashes into hers with bruising force. Pain explodes across Freja's features like fireworks detonating inside her skull.

For a moment, everything goes black as Freja's vision swims with stars. When consciousness returns, she finds herself lying flat on her back, dazed and disoriented.

Gritting teeth, Freja struggles to shake off the lingering effects of that brutal headbutt. She needs to refocus and regroup quickly if she hopes to turn the tables once more. But first...

"Ahhh! My head...!" Freja complains loudly, clutching at her throbbing brow line with both hands. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she whimpers in discomfort.

[MrBrightside]

The idol’s fist had done a number on Sylar and he needed a moment to regroup. Once he was able to see and think straight he saw that Freja was on her back clutching at her brow. Deciding that turnabout was fair play, Sylar walked over to his downed opponent and dropped some stomps on his own to her abdomen.

[MR. Q]

Just as Freja starts to recover from the devastating headbutt, Sylar seizes the opportunity to retaliate in kind. He lumbers over to her prone form with deliberate strides before bringing his considerable weight crashing down upon Freja's exposed midsection.

"Ooof! Haaaa!" The air whooshes from Freja's lungs as Sylar's heavy boots pummel her tender belly with ruthless efficiency. Agony blooms in radiating waves across her lower torso.

Tears stream freely down Freja's cheeks now as she writhes and gasps for breath, each stomp landing like hammer blows igniting searing pain throughout her abdomen.

"N-nooo... stop!" Freja chokes out weakly, arms flailing limply as she tries desperately to shield herself from Sylar's relentless onslaught.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar brought his boot down hard on Freja's stomach, bypassing the meager defense she tried to put up. Each stomp aimed to claim a pound of flesh in retribution for the stomps she had inflicted on him moments ago. Freja weakly cries out for mercy, begging him to stop. Sylar does cease his stomping, but only because he has something else in mind.

Sylar grabbed Freja by the shoulders and lifted her into a seated position. He then grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back while putting his boot on her back.

"Had enough yet?" Sylar asked as he tried to pull Freja's arms out of their sockets.