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I mentioned awhile back that I was expecting to be absent from this site for 2-3 weeks as I worked to finish my last college semester. That pause turned into two months due to some extra tasks that kept me busy, but I finally have the free time to roleplay again! Grades for the last quarter turned out great, so it looks like I'll graduate as I hoped I would once my degree is certified.

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Hey there. You want to have a match? What's that? You want to have a match with the best goddamn RPer on this site? Well, then go ask acuya or Alexandra (RIP) because you are going to be stuck with me. But you should still sit the fuck down because I am about to slap your bitch tits with some awesome shit, whether you like it or not.

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Playing With the Big Dogs

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Re: Playing With the Big Dogs

Post by Yori on Mon Jun 25, 2018 9:54 pm

Leah, up until now, had generally been pitted up against wrestlers who were similar to her in size and weight. Granted, they always tended to be men who tended to be equal to or less capable than her raw muscle, which didn't speak much of their physiques. Beowulf by comparison might looked as though he could have eaten them whole and still had room for several more like them. A goliath of the industry, and tonight in this ring he played the role more literal than figuratively. It was this reason alone that had her grinning like a dopey fool when she ran him down like a dog, flattening him out with long bounding strides as she made her trip from rope to rope.

“Meep meep!” She chirped in passing, digging her boot down into his bulky mass of muscle as it fell beneath her run by antics. It was empowering experience to trample the legend dary wulfman himself, one that she seemed to be enjoying to the fullest. It didn't seem to be driven by a hunger for glory or a rise in popularity to tangling with one of the big dogs… it was just pure unadulterated joy of having fun, no different than playing tag at recess. Her every movement carried with it an infectious energy that was hard to deny, so much so the crowd was popping for her despite not being the real attraction of the match.

Springing off the ropes, the sight of the rising juggernaut did nothing to deter her, in fact she leaned I to her run, pumping her arms even harder. She wore a look of stone cold determination that, on her, looked as threatening as a teddy bear with angry eyebrows taped on. Her footfalls became less frequent as her strides stretched out, preparing for when she finally made the leap. The change in position hadn't managed to lessen her form, the missile dropkick slapped against Beowulf’s meaty arms, halting her forward momentum almost entirely.

Like a cartoon character who had made the sudden realization gravity existed, she fell like a sack of stones to the mat on her back. While the impact was loud, the fall had been taken with a practiced grace any self respecting wrestler had when dealing with basic self inflicted bumps. She quickly sat herself up, rocking forward on her rump before leaning back, throwing herself into a backwards tumble head over heels. Rolling she managed to pop herself upright, arms thrown out to the side in a wobble to maintain balance as she came upright so fast.

Edgar let out a chuckle, cutting himself off before he could really indulge in the moment as if the action here in the arena we're poisonous. Watching the big lug twirl to the mat was pretty funny though, he had to admit… only to himself. He was already annoyed, not just with Beowulf but with Leah as well. She didn't seem to be taking this seriously, all smiles and flitting around like a pixie or something. She should have known by now, from training with him, that sort of thing was just going to get her laid out.

Instinctively the blond boxer took a half step back from his place at ringside as Beowulf’s body sagged up against the ropes, sent reeling from his sister’s dropkick. Peering through the big man’s legs he could see her already recovering… “The hell is she doing?” Waiting time, that was what. The fans were eating it up. The fans didn't know shit about wrestling though. His eyes drifted up to Beowulf, the man already leaning up from the ropes to likely cut his sister off. He could easily run her down, trampling her like a wild stampede of bulls. Unless…

Eyes narrowed in a sly Grinch like expression, Edgar leaned to the side, finding the referee had their back to him, eyes locked on Leah. He could rant on this thoughts on the type of people AFW employed as their officials but in this particular case their lack of attentiveness to the match to oogle his sister was a boon.  

Stepping up to the ring he leaned himself forward, elbows planted on the apron to look as though he was just trying to get a better look. Arm extending outward, his palms slipped themselves along the ankle of Beowulf's boot, fingers interlocking to snap the man's ankle. With a pull, his body tensed, looking to hold the limb hostage long enough for Leah to charge in and get a free shot on the stationary numbskull. “Eat shit.” He muttered under his breath.

With a wide grin she flexed one of her arms, clapping her bicep with a palm. With a roll of her shoulder she added a bit of unnecessary theatrics, winding up her arm for her next attack. In a flash she went from standing still to charging, lips pulled tight with her tongue poking ever so slightly from one corner. So focused, the aid from her brother had gone completely unnoticed. Rearing back, her entire body twisted into preparation for a lariat, swinging wild and high, attempting to throw her weight into Beowulf’s upper body in an attempt to send him spilling backwards over the ropes.

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Re: Playing With the Big Dogs

Post by killcarrion on Mon Jul 02, 2018 5:19 pm

Never underestimate the power of friendship, positivity, and a dynamically fast-paced offense to help rally a captivated audience in your favor. While the size difference between them wasn't so great that it perfectly matched the analogy he was trying to make here, there was most definitely a David and Goliath type vibe to this match now that it was starting to kick into high gear. Not so much in terms of size anyway, but more in the tradition of just how polar opposite they were in terms of the spectrum of a wrestling career. Who didn't love seeing a scrappy young-blood get some licks in and make genuine headway against the world-renowned multi-time champion and master of 1,000 catchphrases?

But it took more than a fleet-footed and flippy offense start having scores of ticket holders beginning to chant your name. It took character, heart, nuance, and preferably an award winning smile to have the basics down for being a hero of the people. And so far, Beowulf had to admit that Leah was certainly showing off all of those attributes as well as taking to the role of the plucky underdog quite well. Even after taking a pinpoint precise dropkick straight to his shielding arms, not to mention all of the other bumps and bruises he had taken so far...the Wulf-man could admit he was having a helluva time here. Behind his somewhat slouching posture as he leaned against the ropes and his brawny arms still crossed in front of him, Beowulf was sporting a snide smirk from his own competitive juices starting to get pumping.

And by the looks of Leah whirling her arm around like she Popeye about to sock Bluto to the moon, it looked like she was starting to get into the groove as well. Perfectly playing into the momentum of the match and amping up a crowd eager to see cock back that arm and send the Wulf-man tumbling head over heels. For one brief moment, the sheer logistics of someone of her petite size actually having the power behind her lariat to complete the task left everyone's mind. Instead it was replaced by wide-eyed belief in the impossible as only truly great wrestlers could evoke fromt he crowd. But Beowulf wasn't about to lay down and roll over like a good little pup. It was time he...*tug*...he...*tug*...

"Hm? I don't remember my leg being that heavy..." Beowulf curiously queried after shimmying his leg him nowhere, than glancing down at his ankle which was now ensnared by the slacker brother behind him. The legendary Wulf-man putting two and two together to see that these two were working together...in a two-some. Jeering fans caught the underhanded-ploy before the referee was ever going to, but rather than get rightfully ticked off from suddenly finding himself in a handicap match, the wily wolfen veteran saw this as an answer to several of his questions all at once. "Was Edgar a wrestler himself and therefore viable for getting a whuppin should he deserve it? Was he as much of cheating slacker that Beowulf initially thought of him? And when was the right time for Beowulf to finally start playing to win this match?..."

"Hey Leah..."
Beowulf belted out after turning back to face the stampeding shaw sister in a readied grappling stance, slightly crouched with hands wide open, and a sparkly flash to his toothy grin. "...make sure to say hi to your brother for me!!" Once Leah got within arm's reach, the veteran grappler would clamp onto Leah's hips and put every ounce of his prodigious muscle mass into chucking the blonde rookie as high into the air as possible for a back body drop that had her lightweight frame careening skyward over the ropes...and just so happen to be aimed perfectly for that nosy slacker brother of hers on the outskirts of the ring.

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Re: Playing With the Big Dogs

Post by Yori on Sat Jul 07, 2018 7:33 pm

Leah was in the moment, target locked. When she was like this, laser focused, nothing could snap her out of it… normally. The second Beowulf called her name it was like a bullet hit her. He knew her name… or at least remembered it. This was a definite step up for her budding career, right? It was loud enough people could hear too! This was great this was so great!

Drawing back her arm, cocked like the hammer of a revolver in ready to blast the Wulf-man out of the ring she couldn't hide the big dumb grin plastered over her face, even as he hunched forward. Trying to ready himself? Weakly trying to gather himself after her dropkick? She must have been stronger than she had thought.

“Huh?” What an odd request from her opponent, at least until he kindly supplied the context by flipping her high over his head. While Leah wasn't exactly a dainty girl, she wasn't very heavy, throw up and over nearly weightlessly with her momentum and Beowulf’s skillful execution. Unlike their earlier back and forth which had her delighted even as she took blows, this had her paniced and shirking as she flipped end over end outside of the ring.

Edgar's end of the job was done. The veteran bulk, the referee’s wandering eyes, and his good grip were all he needed to set his sister up for success. Sure, if she noticed he would catch hell from her, for a little bit anyhow. It was easy to shrug off her whining or simply buy it off with some ice cream. He received less fight than expected though. Had he not been able to hold the larger man in place, simply tripping him up or causing a distraction would have been enough. No, he seemed content to stand his ground. Like some sort of hero. Whatever.

He heard his sister's shrill cry before he saw her, head craning up as a shadow looked over his head cast by the flying form of his sister. He had time to move, to save himself and let his sibling hit the hard ground below. It was an easy choice for him. Fingers pulled away from Beowulf’s boot as Edgar backpedaled from the ringside, gaze cast high to gauge where his sister was going to land. As she came flying down, he moved to willingly intercept her, trying to catch the woman. She was falling far to fast, and a good deal to heavy for someone like him to pluck her from the air, instead he went crashing to the ground, absorbing most of the impact himself to try and keep his sister from facing the consequences.

The world spun as Leah fell from the open air in a forward rotation. She had no real way to stop herself, no means in which to aim her trajectory towards something less painful. She closed her eyes tightly, holding back the nausea that gripped her stomach in this uncertain moments and hoped for the best. The impact was hard, though not as bad as she expects. Her side ached, having landed on something that wasn't as flat or as hard as the ringside was. Was she dead? An eye opened, glancing around. The crowd was deafening, roaring over what has just happened.

Leah looked down at her brother beneath her. Sweat on his brow, but ultimately unmoved, stoic, looking up at her. His jaw was hard set, she could tell his teeth were likely grit hard beyond his tightly sealed lips. He was hard to read, so often closed off from her this looked the same as most any of his usual days of annoyance. Looking around, she took stock of what must have happened. “Are you okay Ed?”

“Get off, or you won't be.” Edgar hissed back sharply, hiding his biting pain behind the usual wall of aggression. He moved to give his sister a shove, but she was already rising to quickly remove herself from on top of him. She offered him a hand with those big sad eyes of her, wasting concern on him. With a shake of the head he dismissed it, rolling over to rise on his own. His body screamed internally with each movement no matter how small. She had landed on him poorly, not ready enough to cushion her fall. It wasn't something he intended to show her, or give Beowulf the satisfaction of lording over them.

“Stop staring and go wrestle, stupid.” He growled softly, clutching his side as subtle as he could manage. Leah looked ready to protest him, but the referee counting had snapped her back into the moment. He watched her nod and hurry back into the ring, waiting until her attention was back on the match. Slowly he made his way back to the chair he had set ringside, lowering himself down slowly into it. He swore softly under his breath, gingerly pushing at the sorest parts of his body, making sure something solid gave more than it should. “I hate this guy” He muttered under his breath.

Leah had rolled herself back into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly getting to her feet again to avoid the possibility of Beowulf running her down. Her eyes locked onto his, narrowed, lips pursed with a sour look. Her brother had nothing to do with this match in her eyes. Without seeing the interference, it came across as the veteran simply being a bit of a jerk. It lit a fire in her, this one different than her starstruck excitement. Drawing in a deep inhale through her nose, she slipped into her familiar grappling stance which only highlighted the size difference between them. “That was pretty rude.”

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Post by killcarrion on Thu Jul 12, 2018 9:33 pm

Considering that Beowulf had just now come to the startling, but in hindsight kind of obvious, conclusion about Leah and Edgar being siblings, the Wulf-man was now willing to allow Leah more leeway when it came to Edgar giving her helpful pointer's in the middle of their match. He wasn't the type of dude to come between family members offering each-other some guidance in their time of need. Leah was still a fresh-faced rookie just like her slacker brother, and falling back on eachother was probably how they handled the rigors of their newfound careers of beating people up for a living. Heck, he was even starting to reconsider his own assessment of her slacker brother if he was willing to risk getting walloped by an irate Wulf-man if it meant his little sister could avoid the same fate.

But directly interfering in a match between two competitor's was where the old-school wrestling legend drew the line. Unjustly tipping the scales in one wrestler's favor totally defeated the entire purpose of what he felt was a noble competition between two people who wanted to see who was the better man...er, or woman. It was the type of underhanded shenanigans he'd seen done a million times throughout his storied grappling career, and was the type of duplicitous trickery that if continuously pulled off by any of his fledgling students would have gotten them a boot on their rear before being punted out the front doors of his wrestling academy. But since Beowulf wasn't currently in any position to do the same authoritative butt-kicking to Leah, he would have to settle with flipping her overhead to teach both her and her slacker brother a lesson in fair-play, decency, and playing catch.

Beowulf satisfyingly clapped his hands together up and down as if having just completed a hard day's work, a sly grin with his eyes closed as he casually marched to the middle of the ring. The impactful sound and whooping groans of one person being slammed into the other was all the confirmation he needed to know that the two siblings had reconnected in about as painful a fashion as he intended. The cheering crowd also clued him in to his plan going off without a hitch, Edgar's cheating trickery regrettably shining an unfavorable light on the promising newbie now looking more like the cheating scoundrel in this bout rather than the plucky underdog. A branding that Beowulf couldn't disagree was well-justified all things considered, and he quite frankly expected better of Leah going into what he thought was going to be a fun match. A mindset he exuded as Leah rolled back into the ring to get matters back underway, the blonde little lady now appearing before a stalwart Wulf-man standing stoically with his burly arms folded and a disapproving gleam to his eyes.

"Well, at least we can both agree there, little lady. But I think having your brother grab my ankle and hold me in place could be described as something much worse than just rude...I gotta say, I was expecting more out of you than any two-timing shenanigans..." Beowulf's cold but truthful words coming off as a disappointed mentor who thought better of his potential student...

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Post by Yori Yesterday at 12:14 am

That look. What was with the look? She had been set to be angry at Beowulf, really bring the hurt to him after pulling that stunt but now this. It gave her a feeling of emptiness in her heart to see him gaze down upon her like that, thought she didn't really understand why. She momentarily faltered, glancing around to the lingering jeers as she stood before Principle Beowulf ready to put her in detention. Her lower lip puffed out a bit as she hardened up enough to give him an incredulous look. She hadn't done anything wrong, now he was trying to slander her brother too?

This must have been some sort of elaborate mind game pulled straight from the mental fortress that was the veteran's brain.. Wolf-like cunning… or what that foxes? Either way, he was trying to just psyche her out, testing her mettle, seeing if he could crack her resolve. Hmph!

“Tricky… very tricky. You almost had me fooled for a second there!” The two didn't have much distance between them, something she aimed to rectify by taking a long backwards circle around the ring while the two looked eyes and exchanged words. Starry eyed and naive as she could be, their early lockup had given her enough insight to know she needed momentum, leverage, or to hit just the right spot if she wanted her offense to stick. There was some truth to what Edgar said, but she wasn't about to commit to that fully.

“I guess it's about time I GET SERIOUS!” She flashed him a challenging grin as she dragged the sole of her boot along the mat, kicking it back like a bull about to charge. Nothing else really seemed to change in her demenior having brushed what just happened under the rug to rekindle the flames inside of her. She hadn't seen the cheating and the veteran's posturing had been cast aside under the pretense of being a fictitious jab to get her off her game. Her frame pushed back into the ropes, leaning hard until the tension became too difficult to fight.

She kicked off the canvas like a blond rocket to continue her rather straightforward assault, that while spirited in her own charming way, was a bit foolhardy. Sure, she had had some decent success thus far in matching her speed and momentum against Beowulf’s power, but that was more attributed to his lack of aggression. She came running though with a full head of steam. Arms thrown high, she pivoted to the side, cartwheeling mid ring towards Beowulf.

She came out of the acrobatic maneuver  in a low crouch, body leaning into what looked to.be an exaggerated leaping motion towards Beowulf… though it fell short, incredibly so, completely planned, as she stalled out after just a minor hop, dropping herself.down to make a brazen baseball slide through his legs. She was small compared to him, but even then it was a tight squeeze for what she had in mind. Thread the needle, that's all she had to do. Reaching out to either side, she aimed to grab for his ankles, trying to use her forward movement to take him off his feet a d slip to the outside of the ring in one deft motion.

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