Oscar Orelash's open challenge!! (Featuring Monsy)

[MappleMan7]

The night was young- but far from quiet. Within the walls of the LAW stadium was another night of thrilling matches, raw emotion, and the booming sounds of fans having the times of their life. With another match done out of the way, it looked like there was about to be an intermission... before the theme song of Oscar Orelash, LAW's own Barbarian Prince and the first holder of LAW's unofficial Kings and Queen's belt, began to play over the speakers.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HzkMxiL3Zo

Fans started to scramble back to their seats and would scream out cheers of joy at the sight of the Barbarian Prince. It wasn't too long ago when Oscar was the victim of a terrible attack that put him in the hospital- which was cowardly done by one of Oscar's closest friends with a drink laced with a paralyzing agent to ensure he couldn't defend himself. It was assumed that based on his posts on social media that Oscar's boss in Leviathan Inc. had him pulled from LAW for his own safety as well as to focus on an upcoming tournament in the states- so to see Oscar present tonight was a major surprise!

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Meanwhile, Oscar emerged from the curtain as the beat dropped- wielding his famous torch as he spewed lantern oil from his lips to spray his classic fireball into the air. Slung over Oscar's shoulders was none other than his prized belt. Even if the belt was unofficial, Oscar still carried the prize with pride as he passed his props off to the staff and walked down the ramp- serving high-fives and fist bumps to fans closest to the barricades. Taking a microphone, Oscar slid into the ring and stood in the middle as he looked around at the crowd- hearing them chant his name in unison. A warm smile spread on Oscar's face as the crowd quieted down, speaking into the microphone.

"Good evening all you wonderful people! I hope you're all enjoying the show tonight!"

A few more pops escape the audience as Oscar continued on.

"I'm sure many of you are shocked to see me here tonight- and to be honest with you, I might be in trouble with the big boss lady in Leviathan for doing this- but you let me worry about that, alright? I'm here tonight because after some consideration... I've decided that there's just no way I'm going to leave for the United States right after I won this big prize in the Kings and Queens tournament! There's no way I can leave all of you- not just the people in the crowd, but the hungry talent in the back hanging while I handle some unfinished business! If I have to go away for a while, I'll do so on my terms- and those terms are with AN OPEN CHALLANGE FOR THE KINGS AND QUEENS BELT!!"

The Crowd ROARED in approval of this! A surprise title defense? There was no way they were going to miss this!

"Right here, right now, I'll fight the FIRST person to walk through those curtains for the right to carry this precious belt! If there's anybody in the back who's bold enough to test their mettle against me- then I'll welcome you with open arms! Don't be shy, now! ALL are welcome!"

Oscar had a grin on his face as he gestured toward the ramp with an excited and eager look in his eyes. Despite facing betrayal and a traumatic experience- Oscar showed so signs of it affecting him. Perhaps it was the thrill of holding his first title defense in LAW- or perhaps Oscar was doing a good job masking things. Either way, fans turned their attention to the ramp with their breaths in their throat- sitting on the edge of their seats to see just who would accept Oscar's challenge!

[Monsy]

Right above him, a pair of feathers would twirl down in-front of his eyes. One black and one white.

A spotlight came on at centre stage, fit for a queen of aesthetics. It flickered rapidly, showing nothing on each split-second reveal. Fake snow fluttered from over the Titantron, coming down in gentle artificial flakes. Within the spotlight, Vorona finally made her appearance. Tall as she could be, postured to perfection in dignity and manner, dressed in a long overcoat with fur around the collar, wrapping around her entirely. She approached the ramp in slow strides, having her nose angled up to keep from the rabble of jeering that gave her a rank-and-file of critics with their thumbs-down salute.

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She went up those steps, walked the apron, then threaded between the bottom and middle ropes. An attendant at ringside knew the cue instantly, heading over to grab her a microphone before racing up the apron and filling the open palm Vorona held out. "Your first action as Champion is to announce time away. Isn't that just so... typical.. in recent times." Vorona glared, looking up and stepping closer. The foot of height difference between them becoming more pronounced every slow pace forward. "What strikes me is that the little ones all approve of this--because they're more fooled by the immediate spectacle of a man with a belt than the legacies we make for our titles and our artists in this ring."

She stepped forward again, making the distance about two and a half feet. "I won't allow that. The Kings and Queen's belt deserves better than to be second priority to a cretin overseas. If that's not you, then it's me."

[MappleMan7]

Oscar's eyes glanced up as he caught sight of white and black falling down from the rafts- appearing puzzled at first before he heard the music start.

... Oh dear. It seems Oscar was in for a heck of a match tonight.

Oscar heard Vorona's name whispered the the back before. A heel who carried an arrogant, yet elegant grace with her. The Barbarian Prince watched and waited as Vorona slid in between the ropes and opened her mouth to speak with the mic in her hand. Of course... the first jab at him was about his upcoming absence. Oscar figured that was going to be brought up once or twice- but right away? That was low hanging fruit.

Oscar softly sighed and stared at Vorona as she drew closer- looking down at her as she spoke to him as nothing more than a spectacal. A fad. A flavor of the month that'd die out in a month or two. Oscar listened to Vorona's speech, taking a deep breath as she finished and flashed and confident smile.

"A hello to you too... so... you want to talk about Legacies, huh?"

Oscar would raise the belt in his hand- letting it dangle near Vorona's face as he retaliated.

"In case you haven't noticed- I HAVE made a legacy for myself in LAW. I was the first young lion to join LAW in four years- and the second young lion the company has had in its entire history. I've traveled across the globe to fight and learn, and while this belt isn't officially recognized- I STILL earned it defeating the legendary Le Dama De Loba in the finals of the kings and Queens tournament to become LAW's first unofficial male champion!! And I plan to cement my legacy further with this fine trophy for as long as I can!!"

The crowd let out a pop at Oscar's speech- feeling the hype coming off this man!

"If it up to me- I would stay to defend this belt and find it a worthy opponent to pass it off to- truly, I would. While that decision is out of my hands, I'm more than happy to give people a taste of what to cone- starting with you!"

Oscar grinned wider as he passes the belt off to a ref.

"If you only want this belt because you think it shouldn't be with a 'second priority', then I will fight you tooth and nail to keep it out of your hands. You, Vorona, are NOT worthy!

[Monsy]

The energy sizzled around the arena. Voices, high and mighty, together and stirring with propensity that sounded like a cry from the heavens. Flashing cameras, waving hands and raised signs. Their cheer reached a crescendo, then decayed towards a modest buzz of white noise and standout voices of commentary. Once it got to that level, Vorona, who had stayed still and stern, raised the mic up again. “I believe in commitment.” Said the artist, “Loyalty.” She gestured to Winter by gesturing backstage with an open hand. No doubt, her flu-stricken Songbird would feel better about staying behind while looking at a livestream back home. “And duty to the symbols we carry.”

Her still face became a scowl. The X in her eyes squinted, glancing at the belt in-front of her. A pull on one side of her upper lip finished the sneer. “Above all else, after what you’ve achieved, to hear the first thing you do is take stock with another promotion — it offends me. It offends the belt you’ve held in my face. Out of your hands? For crying out loud, you’re a Champion. In-fact, if you’re so keen on this belief, then you’re right—”

Her coat was opened with the span of her arms, revealing her

. “We’ll settle it!”

She stepped closer, then raised an arm overhead to place an index finger to his cheek. Her expression reached a peak in its judgmental glower. It was like she took issue with every hair follicle on his visage, finding it so imperfect that she was on the border of disgust and contempt.

“I accept. Extended fall. That way, you can reflect with my boot on this cheek for a little longer.”

[MappleMan7]

Oscar kept his gaze locked onto Vorona as she gave a response to his declaration. He didn't dare interrupt her but if he had to be honest, Oscar didn't fully disagree with what Vorona had to say. Commitment, duty, and loyalty were all good things to believe in. No argument from him there- but he couldn't shake the feeling she was speaking to him as if didn't have or respect any of those qualities. Oscar spent years with LAW, a company that rarely gave its male talent any attention, because of the friends and love he met in the company. He was honored to be awarded the Kings and Queens belt to recognize his talents- even if the belt was unofficial. Getting pulled out of LAW temporarily because of something he had no control over wasn't his fault! And frankly, Oscar wasn't going to act like it was!

As Vorona unveiled her ring gear and approached him, her finger pressing into his tattooed cheek, Oscar continued to stare down his would-be challenger as she issued a special stipulation for this match: extended fall. The Barbarian Prince was mostly familiar with standard matches, but the idea of making something special with this brought a small smirk to his face.

"Oh ho ho ho... confident, aren't we? Good- I like confidence. You're more than welcome to try as long as you're prepared for a similar fate"

With the chit-chat out of the way, Oscar walked backwards from Varona and got settled in his corner- getting some last-minute stretches in as he prepared to throw down against this young lady bold enough to take up his challenge! All Oscar had to do now was wait for the bell to ring and get this show on the road!

[Monsy]

Her expression turned extra nasty and judging after hearing his warning. The very thought there was mutual risk in this situation, she--an artist, with gifted hands of a thousand techniques, somehow exposed to the same pitfalls as a brute? "Utterly ridiculous." She said plainly. It was one thing that she felt confident, but on another, she couldn't turn off the scowl she had backing up mutually into her corner. For appearances, though, she did suppress it. Her eyes closed, then she took a breath and opened them slowly afterward, resetting to a stern ice-y glower.

She pulled up her arm sleeves, banged one boot against the other to make sure they were on tight, combed her hair back with a hair and adjusted her mask before the bell sounded.

*DING DING DING*

Her opening move was to approach head-on. Purposefully, with a plan in mind. First, she needed him grounded. A height which Oscar can be choked into compliance by her arms and especially legs. If Oscar had allowed her to enter kicking range, Vorona would pivot on ankle, twisting her torso, then throwing with a spinning back-kick directed right at his lower abdomen!

[MappleMan7]

If Oscar heard Vorona's comment, he made no reaction to it. Either the Barbarian Prince didn't hear, or he didn't care about what negative thing his opponent would say. Oscar's fiery gaze clashed with Vorona's icy, glowing eyes as he finished limbering up. Once the bell was rung and the match officially begun, Oscar pushed out of his corner and advanced onto Varona with his arms ready and raised. The moment Varona threw a spinning back-kick towards him, Oscar twisted his body to avoid the strike and attempted to grab onto the leg. Assuming all went well, Oscar would grin for a moment before spinning his entire body around- keeping his grip on Varona's leg as he attempted to simply throw his opponent across the canvas! It wouldn't be the most powerful move, and probably not the most painful, but that wasn't the point. It was about making a statement. A warning that Varona should wise up and take LAW's unofficial champion seriously...

[Monsy]

And what a throw it was.

The moment her boot fully extended, Vorona eyed the path the next moment. She had only a split moment to see her leg become squeezed by two hands—then off to the races.

“Woah!-” She protected her head with one hand, then reached towards the ground with her other. She flew like a burlap sac filled with potatoes, sagging and hitting the ground roughly. “Oof!”

Before sliding towards side. Half her torso flung between the middle and bottom ropes. She grabbed the bottom, violently stopping as her shoulders bit with over-stretching. Her back absorbed the rest with the rope extending to end any danger of falling out.

Now she was just mildly winded. Her hair a little more disheveled than a second ago. The rest of her was laid out inside the ring, slowly adjusting as she pulled herself back in so the bottom rope was across her shoulderblades. She looked up, breathing calmly with a shocked expression. A face that was unready to be handled so roughly—so suddenly—and with such force.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar rolled his shoulders as he speed walked over to go after Vorona. The defending champion raised an eyebrow as he noticed Vorona's shocked expression on her face.

"What's with the look? I told you to be prepared for a similar fate, didn't I?"

Oscar couldn't help but smirk at Vorona. The Barbarian Prince typically didn't enjoy reveling in an opponent's misfortune but he couldn't lie- it felt good to serve someone arrogant like her a reality check. As Oscar drew near he'd attempt to make a grab for Vorona's head and, if he were successful, would snare Vorona's skull against his muscular chest with a side headlock- trapping her head against his body and his tree trunk arm as he attempted to lift Vorona off the canvas and bring her to the center of the ring!

[Monsy]

Oh god, her poor neck.

It was one thing to be grabbed by the head. That, no matter how uncouth and unproper, was something she accustomed to. Everyone snatched a bit of hair! P-Perhaps something could be said about passion when relying on such cru-- "H-Hgk!" ...-de methods. Her head now trapped after an unwelcomed pull. The height difference was enormous. His arms dwarfed hers when she started to claw, which quickly almost resembled a mouse trying to crawl free when cuddled inside a fist. His muscle rid all the way from her jaw to cheekbone, and she could barely see over the hills of his veiny bicep.

It mushed her face, made her mask sit slightly crooked on her face. She felt like she might pop. Or that she'd permanently have a narrow head after this.

(This unparalleled strength... It must have a brief wind.)

"I-It's sssstill-- hhnnnghh.... rreed...diculous...!"

Her toes then curled and her stare gaped when lifted straight off. She kicked her feet, struggled, then was feeling like her head was being suffocated while it wanted to separate from her spine. She kicked, kicked, then kicked some more, sending heels into the side of his shin, knee and thigh. Her nails started to claw. Her own stomach turned nauseous by the lack of grace in these maneuvers.

But when caught by a true barbarian, then she may be excused this time.