L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Well, that was unexpected. He never imagined Tifa would try to match his clothesline with her own. It was almost like they knew what the other was thinking. Given that they had grown up together, it wasn't exactly crazy...although they'd spent a long time apart. And Cloud would never pretend to know what was going on in a girl's head. The mind of a female is a curious thing, after all.

What he did know is that his chest was throbbing with pain. He seemed he'd gotten Tifa good as well, but she was already on her feet while he was beginning to climb. She's more used to this setting than he is. So it makes sense that she has more endurance. Not that it spelled good news for Cloud or anything. At least she didn't seem to notice his blush from earlier.

Grabbing him by the back of his neck, he feels Tifa prop him up. With her strength, she tosses him towards the steel turnbuckle, his shoulder colliding with the pole! "Ooff!!" He feels the metal slam against his shoulder-blade, letting out a yell as his legs buckle under him. The blonde would turn his back to the pole as he came down in a seated position, clutching his shoulder as his face contorted in pain. "I...try not to disappoint..." He responds to her earlier quip, despite his precarious situation.

Things were looking good for Tifa after that exchange she just shared with Cloud. Now Tifa had tossed him into the corner where he had a hard time moving. More so because of the damage he took from it. Taking a deep breath Tifa would raise her arm in the air, to rile the crowd up. Once she did Tifa would sprint towards Cloud, hoping that he would not move out of the way.

Like a locomotive Tifa was on her way to Cloud, not stopping. Well then, I sure hope you can keep it that way Tifa said to Cloud as she jumped up bringing up both of her legs and looking to hit Cloud with a missle dropkick.