24/7 Title Boast! Soledad vs. ... (For SleeperAgent)

Sola threw herself forward with reckless abandon. It was a cocky move, the teenage street fighter relying on forward momentum and sheer shock value to carry her to a palpable hit. Beside that, the 24/7 Championship was surprisingly heavy; a blow from that thing would likely fell move opponents she'd faced, and at least give the slender young David Blake cause to think about challenger her!

Sola moved foward, twisted at the hip, and threw the belt with all her might ... only to find that broad chest of Blake's to be nowhere in sight! Spinning out a bit, Sola was off-balance. Her body pivoted on her heel, sending her wild raven locks flailing over her shoulder!

"Merde!" Sola swore, face reddening as her belly got a sinking feeling, suddenly thrown off balance. Quickly, Blake's leg swept beneath Sola's toned calf, cutting her legs out from beneath her. In a tumble of flailing limbs and hair, Sola went down! Legs and arms kipped up into the air, Sola hit the mat ass-first!

"Augh!" she cried out, shocked at the sudden indignity! Flailing as she reached upward, Sola clawed at the arena lights above her! Eyes wide in shock, the latina teen was scrambling to get back up to her feet, belt weakly clutched in one hand as she attempted to roll off her back. The entire time, dangerously unaware of what David had lined up for her, next! Slowly, steadily, the voices of the fans rose in shocked awe, waiting to see how this exchange would play out!

The exact moment Sola turned to face him, Dave's leg lashed out, catching the champion in the stomach to double her over. Hooking her arms up, Dave pulled her close until her head was wedged under his arm. Swinging his leg back, the young man pitched his entire body backward, spiking the champion directly on the canvas in his Mind Eraser finisher.

The crowd exploded into cheers, with Dave kipping to his feet and scooping up the discarded 24/7 Title, raising it above his head. The entire crowd began chanting his name, when he noticed a select group motioning for him to pin the woman, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a ref waiting on the fringes should on arise.

Walking over to his discarded mic, Blake grabbed it and addressed the audience.

"It would be so easy to take this belt now.....but that is not the kind of man I am. I WILL take this title, at Showdown III. Make no mistake, you WILL have a new 24/7 Champion, and show everyone in that locker room just what I can do."

On that point he dropped the mic with an audible thud, also laying the title belt on the dazed champion. The chants followed him while he slid out of the ring, up the ramp, and leaving backstage. The message was sent. Now all he had to do was wait for Showdown. He'd show all of them what he was capable of. He was not a jobber anymore. He is going to be a champion.

Frustrated, Sola could feel her face burning as she was knocked off-balance and sent reeling. Her feet were spiralling beneath her, bare soles scraping along the mat. Sola's thick legs were pumping, trying hard to keep herself upright. Before she could get her footing, however, Sola could feel Blake's hands on her again.

"L-leggo!" Sola groaned, as Blake twisted her arm back. The teenage latina street fighter was completely off her game, vulnerable to whatever the bold young man would put out, next. Before she knew what was happening, Sola's face was tucked beneath Dave's arm. "Nnnngh!" Sola groaned, straight into the hot flesh of Dave's armpit. The teenage street fighter squirmed and struggled beneath Blake's powerful figure. Before the latina spitfire could work her way free, however, Blake jerked her down, and slammed the poor girl hard into the mat!

"Uuughhhn!" Soledad groaned, as her head and back were driven hard into the canvas! The air was driven out of the young woman' slungs, leaving her lying flat on her back! Her ample chest was heaving, struggling to draw in air. A tired scowl on Sola's face, she looked up toward Blake, trying to process what had just happened. The wide-eyed latina looked bewildered, staring up at the Blake. Her arms and legs were spread eagle about her, with the championship strewn about the mat by her helpless body!

Sola groaned, fully expecting to feel Blake's body on top of her, at any moment. Lifting one arm to cover the look of shame on her face, Sola braced herself. After everything she'd invested, after all she'd been through, was her championship reign really this close to ending? Was this it?

The young woman bit her lip, and waited ... but that pinfall never came! Instead, Blake stood above her, promising the fans that he'd be taking that title belt ... and that he'd be doing it on his own terms! Sola wrapped her arms around her head, unable to do more than writhe on the mat at her opponent's feet! Sola felt David Blake drape the championship belt around her waist, the cool leather of the belt feeling imposing, on her quivering flesh! She couldn't even raise her head, to watch her challenger leave the ring! Instead, Soledad Vega tried to retreat into her own thoughts ... and David Blake had given her much to think about!