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

[MappleMan7]

"Call it what you like- ow- but don't mock it if it's working! Ow ow ow!"

Although Oscar had the headlock locked in quite well, he yelped and hissed as Vorona kicked at his leg and dug her nails into his arms. Oscar liked to think of himself as a tough cookie- but no way was he going to allow himself to get scratched up like that. It didn't take long for Oscar to release Vorona by twisting her body and sending her towards the ropes- attempted to have her rebound off of them!

Assuming everything goes as he planned, Oscar attempted to duck low and scoop Vorona up into the air, her front laying across his shoulders as he spun around in circles a few time before falling backwards- attempting to slam Vorona into the canvas with a fireman slam!

[Monsy]

Vorona ran the ropes as Oscar’s strength commanded. Her feet, if they didn’t sprint at the adequate speed, would see her torso fly face-first into the mat if she didn’t. The momentum was so forceful, the rebound gave her a little whiplash and a pace that outmatched her thinking speed.

( I have him. I HAVE HIM! )

Her arm jutted out. Quick instinct formed her lariat, then swiped at a high angle over her shoulder, trying to catch his collar and or neck. But, to her surprise, the giant muscle block had an agility that made her midsection feel entirely hollow, beginning her eyes that glanced down and caught his chiselled back seamlessly slithering underneath her lithe arm. For a second, she sucked in, anticipating a dreaded spear that made her sweat just thinking about.

The next moment, she was off the ground. Her teeth clenched. ( So sudden?! ) Then she squashed into the mat under his weight with no time to even read the move. “HUUGG-Gghhh!” The force was like she was suddenly squashed between two walls. She felt all her ribs, got an intricate mapping of her lumbar and had her gut squished to the point she could tell at least one thing got rearranged. Her thighs, for a moment, spasmed and went stiff into the air before the strings were cut and they fell dormant. A wad of spit exited her mouth through her perilled guttural yell. Her arms splashed out in both directions like a star, then folded up near her head.

She didn’t arch nor roll, as she was completely stuck. Her expression remained one of constant shock with new laboured breathing, working double-time under the stress and rigor of taking what felt like a fifteen foot drop from free-fall, stunning her in place.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar rolled off of Vorona after the successful slam- kipping up and waving to the crowd as they let out a pop! Oscar, as much as he loved addressing his fans and the crowd, didn't spend long doing it- there was still a match going on and he had momentum to keep... and this seemed like the perfect chance to show off what he's leaned- and what he could bring to the table as a champion!

Oscar would dash to the ropes and jump up- his boots landing on the middle rope before he lept off of them and spun around. With his legs extended outward, Oscar attempted to blow Vorona and the crowd away as he executed a more acrobatic take on a leg drop- a move that'd connect to Vorona's neck if it connect!

[Monsy]

Her tingling back rendered her stiff and stirring on the canvas.

A sense of emptiness ballooned in her stomach after the fall. Something in her told her, that if she moved, there would be a POP-POP... POP-POP-POP coming from her spine, as told by the initial click in her lumbar after adjusting from the bump. Nevertheless, she was still looking for her bearings, began to turn, only to see his fat muscled rock of a limb come crashing down with weight and violence across her neck.

"G-GHEK!" Her hips came up--well, ONE side did with the twitch of a folded up leg lifting and coming close to her upper abdomen, then went limp. Spittle flew in another bit, thrust from her mouth like it was launched. Her eyes bulged for a flash before dimming to half-mast. Her arms came up, haphazardly smacking whatever was above her or flying true into the air before flopping back down in a more stretched out heap.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar actually winced a little at Vorona as his leg drop connected- not because he hurt himself from the landing but because of his opponent's reaction to the impact. Cripes, that looked like it hurt waaaay more than Oscar thought. Despite Vorona being rude to him before, Oscar still couldn't help but feel a little bad for her... just a little bit. Certainly not enough to take it easy on her.

Although the match was pinfalls only with a ten-count, Oscar saw no reason to cut the use of submissions out of the fight. Assuming Vorona couldn't recover it time, Oscar would peel her off the canvas and lift her body high into the air- earning another pop from the crowd as her front faced the arena lights. After holding that position for a few seconds, Oscar would slam Vorona down- aiming to bring her crash landing over his extended knee for a backbreaker!!

[Monsy]

Vorona didn't come alive until she was held up high. Her stare staggered for cohesion, shifting left, right, then down. Her lower lip froze. Her upper lip shivered. At this height, she felt something of an empty feeling. The bone of his knee registered like a schematic for a sculpture. Materials, materials, materials was always the first thought. Human BONE. Muscle like an American muscle car.

Her teeth chattered, but this was all towards a blink. "EEEEK!!!" She screeched. Her spine took the knee, then she curled into a hard C-shape before her body tightened and flattened the curve some. Her teeth gnashed, ground and chewed into what felt like dust. Two tear streaks launched from her eyes before her back and legs ceased to tense. It just gave out, went limp and deadweight. Then she'd groan, reach out over her chest and away, attempting to break free to the canvas.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar would attempt to push down on Vorona to try and make her bend farther over his knee- but relent as soon as she started showing signs of resistance. Pushing Vorona off of his knee and onto the canvas as he returned to his feet. Looking down at the battered Vorona, Oscar took two steps back before running for the ropes- bouncing off of them before running back towards the downed challenger. Assuming Vorona stayed where she was, Oscar would throw himself into a handstand- using the momentum of his run to pivot his body before falling over. Attempting to do a rather flasher body splash from the handstand! Should the move connect, the Barbarian Prince would lay his fell weight across Vorona's body before hooking her leg- attempting to start the longer than normal pinfall count as the Ref slid in! Oscar even moved his face to Vorona's ear to whisper to her...

"I like to think someone wouldn't accept this challenge if they couldn't measure up to it... you had so much confidence before, where did it go? You still want the belt? Now's the time to prove yourself"

Although Oscar's words could be interpreted as a taunt... his tone was genuine. Deep down, Oscar hoped to see Vorona kick out- to show that she indeed was worthy of fighting for this belt. Win or lose- it didn't matter to Oscar. As long as his opponent was willing to put in the effort, that was all that mattered to Oscar. Oh, right, the Ref's count!

"ONE...!"

[Monsy]

"Gughhhh—hhHUGGGHHHHhhh!"

Her gut was crushed by him. The skin pulled taut against her ribs, but even the lower ones felt like just became a metal pot, and Oscar's body was the hammer wielded by a Factory Worker, banging against her shell to re-shape it. She was gape-eyed, gasping, a toss of spittle and intense pressure made her feel that she was about to pop. Her legs and upper torso came up in acute angle, tensed and shook, then limped. Her heart-rate soared, then she got dizzy... Very dizzy...

She rested limp. Couldn't catch her breath. Her face melted with eyeliner streaks, then the coughs and gags caught in her throat left her desperate for a second of reprieve — to not have two twenty-five across her midsection and torso. When it was clear he would be staying... Not by the fact he still crushed when the worst of it set in, but the fact her leg had been lifted — her throat squeezed. Knee up, high, then her shin folded over and hugged his large hand with sweaty thigh and calf.

One called soon enough. And before long...

"TWO...!"

Her free leg started mustering kicks. It spread towards the side, searching for rope that wasn't there. "N-nggh..."

"THREE...!" Then she hissed through her teetth. Her breath, semi-erratic, had stabilized into this weaker growl, laced with a genuine venom still burning underneath at her core to stretch this man out. "M-My ccccooonnnfidence?" Her chest inflated. The cobwebs clearing steadily and slowly, but she felt nowhere near ready to lift him off. "FOUR...!"

But she had to. After words like that, she had a curdling feeling to chop his mouth at least once. And with a clearing head, she thought to push that free leg onto the mat, press and press until there wax maximum exertion. "FIVE...!" Her face would tint red and she'd grit until there was neck veins bulging into tents. At the crescendo of her effort, she'd thrust her hand into the air, attempt to rotate away from him and end this damn count. Then with heavy panting, she uttered in a breathy tone, reaching to grab a handful of canvas to hopefully drag herself onto her belly and begin a crawl... "It cannot be taken... (pant)... Not with one match. Not with any amount... This belt is still...(pant)... very much mine, little one."

[MappleMan7]

Oscar sat upright on his knees as Vorona managed to break the pin- looking partially relieved that his first title defense wasn't going to be a short one. Oscar listened to Vorona's defiant words with a soft hum before going after her- his steady but heavy footsteps making the canvas shake just enough for Vorona to notice... especially as he drew closer.

"I respect your spirit, Vorona, but I'm just hearing a whole lot of yapping right now"

Oscar attempted to grab Vorona and peel her off the canvas- trying to lift her up as high as his arms could to in a gorilla press.

"No offense, but in this case, actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words"

Oscar would attempt to, assuming Vorona was still in his grasp, dropped her down and against a turnbuckle and started trying to set her up in a tree of woe position- hanging her upside down with her feet tangled in the ropes before stepping backwards... possibly to get a running start...

[Monsy]

Being pulled from the mat made her face scrunch, slowly clambering up with spongy knees and raw legs that felt boneless, lacking a will of its own. A lot of yapping, was it? Figures—a barbarian brain would say close to twice her words and still comment that. They were brutes. Brawn over brain. External projection over internal reflection. She expected as much—. . . Not like she had any time to ponder rebuttal. Before there was much of a grunt before her vessel went aerial, presumably by collar and thighs, into the hair as her head and hair dangled like curtains. Her arms squeezed onto his forearm, scratching and tightening, digging in nails with her vented frustration.

“Krrgh! T—Then shut it, mouse.”

Again he talked more and still she didn’t have time to offer that petty rebuttal.

The tree-of-woe came without delay. Sheer force of muscular will galloped over any desperate technique her scrambling hands could surmise, and her legs didn’t have much room for maneuver except to crane in an arc towards his head after her left one was folded in the ropes—only to be caught, then that too tangled in the ropes, her toes being an awkward lynch she couldn’t just tuck in or bend easily to undo it. Blood was rushing to her head. It disoriented, made her huff and puff to collect, then she acted. She started to reach for her feet behind her back, hissing and grunting with the effort to try and undo it. Her gaze flickered between trying to focus on that, then the inevitable running something Oscar was clearly setting up.