Cyber Saturday 2024 - John Carnaby vs Cami Brumwell

Okay, the start of the match could have gone a lot better there for the artist. However he was always a believer in picking up the slack, he never just abandoned a piece of art just cause the gesso layer wasn't fully applied right. John had a look of determination as he got ready to duke it out with Cami there and make it better! Then he got slapped right on his bare chest.

Now that made John yelp loudly, he stepped backwards like a cat's paw touching water there. The artist gave a low hiss to boot, however two could play this game! He'd then seek to grab Cami by her shoulders and try to get her into the nearest corner to him, shoving his right arm against her throat to hold her in place with his other arm making to shush the crowd with a "Shhhh......"

Then when the crowd were quiet enough.....John would then slap his other hand in an open palm right on Cami's chest there to show that his hands could create, yet also destroy just as easily with a slap heard around the arena!

While Cami was certainly bold and unintimidated by her opponents sie advantage...that didn't make her immune to said size advantage either. When John crabbed the ponytailed princess, she struggeled, punched at his arm, shoved at him, but without the leverage and distance to really throw a good kick, she couldn't force his grip off of her and found herself bullied into the corner, back pressing against the turnbuckle.

Her eyes went wide as he raised his free hand up, realizing what was going to happen moments before his hand came down, striking her upper chest with a mighty "SMACK" that resounded around the arena, getting a pained shriek from the small and lithe 20 year old as she writhed against him, still caught in his grasp!

"GAHHHH!"

John's hands could create art, that much was evident by anyone who spent time with him and admired his works. Yet he could also not just make art. Oh no, he could hit you with the force of a thunder clap if need be, with Cami suffering the full force of it right there and the slap could be heard past the front row and thensome! John allowed the pain to set in there for a few seconds, casually shaking his hand as if he had just used the kitchen sink.

After delivering that slap John decided to try and capitalise on their location there, the artist would make to try and tightly wrap his right bicep around Cami's neck there to attempt to secure her in place. Were he successful in this John would then give a loud yell and attempt to leap forward and try to take Cami to the mat with a running bulldog out the corner!

While she had trained hard to join the AFW league, Cami had to admit, her trainers hadn't been as rough on her as she would have preferred, and while they taught her may techniques, she hadn't truly learned how to take a hard hit, and John's job had done quite a blow to her chest, her arms crossing over her chest and making her lean forward as she tried to soothe her chest.

This only worked in her opponents favor, unfortunately, as, with a gasp, a strong arm grabbed around her head, squeezing her neck, keeping her tight in its grip, even as she shoved at his body and tried to tiug her head free in a futile gesture.

Then they were moving, her body forced to follow her head as her opponent leaped forward and dragged her with him, Cami's eyes going wide and her mouth opening in a panicked yelp before her beautiful face was smashed into the mat with the powerful running bulldog, the blonde beauty rolling around and groaning as she held her face in her hands!

John had ensured that his in ring game was always on point there as best he could, the artist made the ring his canvas and any move that he landed was all part of making a masterpiece for him. That running bulldog was a brush stroke of brilliance from the former tag champ, landed with authority. John would take a moment there to pause after landing the move, glancing at the entrance ramp there to hope that his artistic muses were watching the bout there and spurring him on with the promise of sweet rabbit booty!

Deciding that Cami had been stunned for the time being the artist would roll out the ring there, the lad had set up a wooden table outside already. But now John decided that could always make do with another one and so John went rolling out the ring and attempted to grab a wooden table under the ring and try to roll it in though he was wide open in the process of this!.

Cami groaned, the pigtailed blonde pushing herself up the mat, one hand checking her nose to make sure it hadn't been broken as a result of her opponent spiking her face first onto the mat with his bulldog Luckily, no major damage done.

Her head darted upwards, then back and forth, trying to find her opponent in question, when noise near the edge of the ring caught her attention, the site of the ring apron cloth tossed over the apron and a muscled physique hunched over beyond that telling her that her opponent was going for a table... and more importantly, wasn't focused on her at the moment!

Looking to take advantage, Cami pushed herself back up to her feet, ignoring the stinging of her face as she made her way to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle to stand fully on the top rope, looking down at John as he pulled a table out from under the ring.

This was very risky, and possibly very foolish, but as the man stood back onto his feet, without warning or giving herself away, Cami would take flight, leaping off of the top turnbuckle, turning her body in mid air to try and crash onto Johns body on the floor below.

If she hit him, great, if she hit the table, which THEN hit him, well even better, for while it would certainly hurt her, it would hurt John even more!

John was by all accounts a well rounded wrestler after his lengthy career in Tension, shaped as he was by the Paragon. However even to this day the artist still suffered from a particular flaw that one could also attest to his mentor to a lesser extent, name tunnel vision and not seeing the forest for the trees. The match rules needed to get your opponent through a table and that was what the artist sought to do. However there was that old adage of how in war your opponent would never do what you wanted and Cami wasn't gonna just sit idly and let him bring in the instrument of her doom.

The next thing the scribe knew there was a shadow looming close to him and suddenly Cami nailed John right in the stomach there and sent him crashing to the mat with her atop him, thankfully narrowly avoiding the table shattering close to him lest he lose. But it was little enjoyment there when he was laying on his back on the canvas having this thicc warrior lady throwing her full weight into him from up top if the wheezing in his breath was anything to go by!

While she missed the table, the fact that Cami had been able to crash her body onto John's and take the bigger man down, with a dive as risky as coming from the top rope to the floor, was a huge success in her book, and one she would be looking to replicate for sure.

But for now, the more important thing was that she continued her assault, continued to do damage to the big man to soften him up for going through the table, and the Tanzanellian native had an idea just how to accomplish that!

Grabbing the table John had been in the process of setting up, Cami took a good half minute to pull the table up, climb onto the ring apron, and pull the table up with her, before lifting it up high in her arms, looking at the crowd for some support, who showed it by clapping and cheering her actions on, before she threw the table down, top side first, down from the height of her fully up-stretched arms and the apron, sending it falling down to the floor below to land right on John's body while he was still recovering!