Leah Shaw vs Levi the Great [Standard Match]

It was a long hard road to the ropes. Leah saw to that. As Levi awkwardly dragee the two of them along she had entirely free reign on the hold and didn't waste the opportunity to practice how effective she could make it. She kept it tight, of course, but she twisted a bit, leaned forward, back, anything she could to work a bit more torque on his head.

As Levi draped a foot over the bottom rope, the referee called for a break. She politely obliged, unwrapping her legs from the man’s held almost immediately. Lucky for Levi she tended to play things by the book, otherwise she would have held on a bit longer.

She scooted along the canvas on her backside, separating the two of them as she stood up, giving him some distance. The hold had done wonders for her. She looked rather fresh now, having had time to work off the sting of her previous injuries at his hands.

She bounced a bit on the ball of her boots, ready to tussle again. Leah seemed a great deal more confident now. Having someone trapped and screaming between your legs for a few minutes had that effect. She watched him eagerly, waiting at least for him to get himself upright before pushing the attack. In the meantime she threw up her arms and pumped her fists, rallying the crowd behind her.

It took a while, the more this goes on, the more he will tire and would really have to think about tapping out. It wasn't easy, Leah doing some experiments on what makes the scissor effective, with each tweak it made, some made it harder, some...a bit less but still hard. Levi needed to get out. And fast.

Thankfully, his foot found the ropes and draped over it for a break. Double thankfully is that girl was a nice girl, despite his attitude and played by the book. Had it been anyone else, he would have been suffering more. The headscissors was already bad enough as it is. 

Levi's head flopped to the floor, taking the breather as much as he needed. Still having his foot near the ropes for a quick break, but Leah was busy rallying the crowd and pumping them up. He gasped, hearing their chants. Those stupid chants. Blinking, his palms pressed on the floor to get onto all fours. He looked down onto the ground. And he would slam his fist on it. Multiple times in fact, no doubt looking more frustrated than ever before.

Sometimes anger can be a powerful motivator and as he breathed deeply to fill his lungs, he would slowly but surely climb to his feet. His head throbbing, feeling as if they were from a vice. Having his left hand on his head, Levi looked up to face hee. And that stupid look on her face.

Leah was having the time of her life. She had never got this amount of fanfare before. Only in a handful of televised matches and a few dark matches this amount of support was intoxicating. The longer the match went on the the divide became more apparent between her and Levi it seemed they loved her more and more. This is the sort of thing she wanted, longed for, to be as recognized as some of the big names. To get people jumping out of their seats and cheering!

Levi’s fists drilling the canvas in a rage took her out of the moment. She stared down at him, blinking in surprise as he fumed, taking out his aggression on the ring. She could even pretend it wasn't a bit intimidating, taking a few steps back cautiously.

She watched him slowly rise. Fighting back the urge to attack him while he was at his most vulnerable. She had made a promise to herself she wouldn't until he had gotten up. To her that was just good sportsmanship after a rope break. The courtesy however only lasted until he had stood upright. All bets were off after that.

She moved in as he stood before her, ready or not she was charging. She brought an arm up as she dashed in to come up beside him, attempting to send her arm crashing into his upper body in a clothesline. Not content to knock him down, she would attempt to follow through, dragging him up against the ropes as she tried to spill him right over the top rope to the outside of the ring.

While she was having the time of his life, Levi sure as hell wasn't and it showed, not really so strong mentally as he took his fustrations on the canvas itself. It wasn't just Leah that was surprised even some of the crowd.. What he wanted is what Leah was getting. That was a big blow, no doubt about it. And with his anger fueling him, Levi soon came up onto his feet. 

Although a tad bit hastily, the effects of the headscissor still made him groggy. While he was up, he wasn't ready. That didn't stop Leah from charging into him, her arm swinging out and struck his body with the clothesline. "Woahhh!" Not only that, Levi was taken over the top rope, his body spilling over as he somersaults over and falling outside, to the cheers of many.

It wasn't the most comfortable of landings for him, his body crashing till he falls to the ground. His body splayed and laying in the space between the ring apron and the barricade. If Leah wasn't going to do anything, the ref would soon start the count out. "ONE!!" TWO!! THREE!!"

Leah nearly toppled over the ropes with Levi, leaning so far forward over the top of them one leg left the ground. She watched him tumble down below, bouncing off the harder ground. She got another large cheer. Fans on the other end of the barricade pounding the separator, jeering at Levi on the outside.

She glanced over at the official as they started the count before her golden eyes shifted back to Levi. He wasn't really moving. She didn't want to win via a count out. That was among one of the lamest ways to pick up a victory, at least in her book. She dropped to the mat, rolling herself out of the ring to make her way to the downed male on the outside.

She crouched down, grabbing for his head and shoulder to coax him up to his feet, enough that she could at least start dragging him back to the ring. “Upsy-daisy.”

While she could have brutalized him outside of the ring against any number of the harder surfaces, barricades or posts, her only intention was to roll him back into the ring to resume their match.

Well he was gonna come up... eventually...just needed...a breather! Yes, a breather. Ok, that may be a stretch but his head was pounding, the jeering fans pounding the separator doesn't help matters for the biggest headache. Still, he was slow to get up. 

The Good Samaritan would soon slide out and help him up however, Leah coaxing him enough to get up to his feet. The dark haired male would be dragged back inside. Apparently she would rather win one of the few ways that doesn't seem so cheap. Win by DQ, win by Countout? Apparently not.

Which ment more punishment for Levi if he doesn't get his sorry ass up. His hands planted on the mat, pushing himself to his hands and knees, shaking his head. Levi blinked, not excatly sure where he is excatly.

Leah rolled herself back into the ring behind Levi, rising to her feet with relative ease. She stared down at him, visibly struggling to get his act together. She was fine with that. She walked around to his front, reaching down to collect him by the head and shoulder to drag him to his feet while bringing him towards the center of the ring. She made sure to hip check him half way up, just to keep him more compliant as she lead the two of them along

If she managed to get him to the center of the ring, she’d cradle his head between her hands, turning abruptly she would drop to a knee attempt to drag him and an over her to the floor in a snap are. She’d try to plant him hard on his backside in the sitting position, setting up for one of her signature moves. "Stay put."

Getting his wits together, the throbbing still there inside his head as he made it up on all fours. He promised himself that he was going to get up and kick her ass, like he said he would. So far, neither of those things were happening but he can still do it!

However, Leah would soon bring him up, dragging the 'Great One' to his feet. God, what else? Well that will be revealed very soon...

But for now, Levi was taken to the centre of the ring, the hip checks keeping him from defying her some. Funnily enough, he was brought up, only to take him down once more, throwing him over her in a snapmare. The landing wasn't so kind to his tight butt, landing in sitting position. At the very least, it's not flat on his back, the lad taking a beating by this prissy girl. Goddamnit.

Once Leah had Levi firmly planted she backed away, turning to dash towards the ropes. She ran with long strides, bouncing herself off the ropes to come.back at him from behind. Just before she reached him, she leap over the downed man, heading to the ropes again. She turned her back to them, pulling the cables back as far as they could go. She locked eyes with Levi in that moment, grinning wide.

Shooting off the ropes she charged at Levi where he sat on the mat, running footfalls shaking the ring. Just as she reached him she sounds around, leaping backwards trying to slam her backside as hard as possible into his face with her signature “Hip-Hop” move to try and flatten him down onto the canvas. She wanted to set up for one of her finishers, and this seemed like a good way to showcase her moves at the same time.

His arms hanging with his hands between his legs, all the rough bumps are starting to take his toll on the guy. Now he would be sitting on his ass while Leah went for the ropes, gaining momentum. That part where he thought 'what else'? Well that was going to be shown right at this moment.

Leah would ricochet off the ropes, charging towards him with speed and velocity before spinning round and leaping back, his eyes widening in shock. Wait. Hold on. Is she really gonna do tha-"UMMPH!"

He never thought he'd get hit by someone's ass in his career but he did, the running hip attack not only hitting, but sending him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the canvas hard, leaving him groggy and dazed as all hell. Laying eagle splayed on the canvas after being flattened by her butt.