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Mon Nov 23, 2020 10:04 pm by killcarrion
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Thu Nov 19, 2020 7:17 pm by WrestleMind
I've recently had a bit of an appifiny that drives me to retire from this forum for the foreseeable future.
I'm sorry to everyone I have an active thread with. Unfortunately, I won't be finishing our threads. If you wish you have my blessing to finish the threads however you like.
If anyone wants to take my face claims or my characters as a whole please feel free to reach out and ask.
It's been a fun ride. Good luck and thanks for everything.
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Tue Sep 08, 2020 11:19 pm by Void Effect
Current date/time is Fri Nov 27, 2020 5:38 am
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The pressure around her entire waist was one reason #1. It literally felt as if a pair of gigantic scissors were pressing into her body, as if there was a threat of her being dissected when they met in the middle. She had been in holds that hurt, holds that robbed her of her air, holds that crushed her, but she could recall few that ticked all those boxes with such brutal fashion.
Reason #2 was the spanking. Even Dark Star Chaos hadn’t had the gall to do that.
”Shut...shut up!” She growled out the words and tried to concentrate on the struggle, pulling herself along, inch after inch. When she was close enough, she reached out and snagged the ropes, hoping for a swift salvation.
She waited for her opponent to enter first, watching as the music started and the lights came up, heralding the arrival of someone who was certainly no stranger to these abs matches, it seemed...
Meanwhile, in the opposite locker room, Fallon Terrazas was pretty high on the energy of the moment, giggling and barely restraining herself from tackling Kyoko to the ground and having her way with her. Or trying to, anyway, before Kyoko would have likely thrown her off and chastised her for it. Fallon couldn't help but be a loving and supportive girlfriend, of course—it was just her nature. And that was why she was dressed up in her greatest rival's (and now girlfriend's) colors, wearing a purple crop top and booty shorts, with "Kyoko's #1 Fan" painted across her own abs. A pair of pom-poms and some purple and white ribbons in her hair completed the ensemble. "I mean, like, if you wanna kiss while you're in the ring, just gimme a wave, y'know, and I'll hop up there to give you that kinda support!" Fallon suggested.
"As far as, like, the POW stip goes...what do you think you're gonna do with her? Play checkers? You're not like Amy where you're just gonna, like, torture the girls you beat." Fallon's excitement was getting the better of her, as she could hardly think straight. As Kyoko awkwardly came in for a kiss, Fallon would grab her head and pull her into a real good one, letting it last several seconds and slipping in a little bit of tongue before finally letting go. "Go turn that girl's belly to jelly!"
After Kyoko made her entrance, it was Milana's turn. Her music was relatively generic, and she didn't do too much posturing for the cameras or the fans, though she did give a smile and a half-wave at the top of the ramp before moving down quickly to the ring, jogging all the way, then sliding in neatly underneath the bottom rope and rolling up onto her feet. Once there, she would stretch her arms out above her head, then let them fall, shaking out any nerves as she would look across the ring at her pretty, pale, belly-loving opponent...
Thorn breathed deep as Lyla pulled away from her, closed her eyes and just let it go. She had been here before. Not this exact situation, but similar ones. Enough to know that look in her companion’s eyes, and hazard a guess on where this was going.
A brawl was coming her way.
That hadn't been the plan when things started out tonight. All her thoughts had been focused on Lyla, on getting to know and having some private time, wanting to keep going down the path they’d started in the arena. She was all about a good fight, and she’d been aching for one - Japan was nice, but the bars tended to be a little clean for that sort of fun, not like the rougher dives back home. That was fine. She could play nice. To a point.
As she sat there, she had the sense that this specific point was being reached. She looked on, watching as Lyla spoke, trying to make out the conversation with her furrowed brow. She wasn’t a master lipreader, but could make out some familiar words - ‘needledick’ stuck out to her - and the look on their faces told enough of the story. Credit where credit’s due, Lyla was playing them like puppets on a string. The look. The little touches. That smile. All that, coming from a body like hers, made for a potent combination. She almost couldn’t blame the dumbasses when it worked.
”Fucking evil.” She muttered under her breath, already standing up as the three blind mice came her way, oozing with machismo, pumped up, reeking of Axe body spray. She rolled her neck about, getting nice and limber, barely looking their way as they pulled up. She knew how this went, no reason to rush into it.
‘Hyperdyke’. That one was new, got a smirk out of her. She didn’t respond to his request, though, even as his buddy’s got in line and started working their way around her. For all their talk, they seemed fairly aware of her being two inches taller than the tallest of them.
Instead, she took the time to finish off her glass, wanting to get in the last few drops and ride out the fight with a full buzz. Thorn brought the glass to her lips and tipped back, taking her time, savoring it.
Some men, though. So impatient. ”The fuck?” Loverboy reached up for her drink, just as she was coming to the last few drops. ”I ain’t playing with you, so just-”
The instant he touched her glasses, Thorn’s other hand shot up like a steeltrap, snatching his finger out of midair and twisting it back in her grip. He let out a scream, a shrill one in a pitch that was far too high for a man his size, and fell to his knees as she twisted his digit in her grasp. He apparently hadn’t learned his lesson a few minutes ago, but that was okay. She was a good learner.
”What’d I say about the finger, shithead?”
The right side of his face was introduced to her glass an instant later, dropping him to the floor and buying her a little time to deal with the other two. The bar was exploding into action all of the sudden, people shouting and pushing and yelling and trying to get a handle on what was going on, but Thorn pushed it all out of her mind to focus on the immediate problems.
Problem #1 was the guy in front of her. Tall, black, looked like he worked out, didn’t have Loverboy’s height, but no stranger to the gym. He was moving on her fast, only taking half a second to check on his wallowing friend before he headed her way.
Problem #2 was the guy who’d been working his way behind her. He was the skinnier sort, a lanky looking asian guy, could’ve been native. Whatever the case, she could’ve laid him out easy, and going off his plan of attack, he seemed to know that. He leaped on her back and attempted a chokehold or...something. It was honestly a little hard to tell what he was going for, one arm around her neck and the other on her face. It was more annoying than anything, but it did buy them time for the guy in front to move in and get a good shot at her stomach, drilling her in the ribs with a sloppy uppercut. It wasn’t enough to knock her over, but a few more might do the trick.
Not having completely irritated Claire yet Sophia tried to pull on the kind girls heartstrings. After plopping onto her knees the slippery snake laced her fingers together, practically groveling for a shot. " P- p- Please!? " she whimpered.
...but TOTALLY ready to disappoint her when it came to her desire to dominate Maddie! Because Maddie was never one to do anything without making it a competition. She ended up racing girls in the grocery store from the freezer section to the register. She competed with her neighbor to see who got more mail. She was the Avatar of Competition, and she could not be tamed! "I mean, like, being the champ doesn't mean you can't get exhausted and fucked totally silly by, y'know, the Queen of Cute Sexy Stuff."
They made their way into the bedroom, and Maddie's first thought was that she wanted to see what was behind the sheet. Things were just way too neat and tidy in here! As she thought about that, Lucky gave her a shove, and Maddie huffed as she went down on her butt, Lucky coming down on top of her between her legs, grabbing onto her boobs! Maddie gasped as her friend pressed down on top of her...but she didn't intend to let Lucky keep her place on top, snapping her legs shut around that waist, squeezing hard, trying to make her freeze for an instant so Maddie could sneak a hand inside her panties to squeeze her pussy, while the other hand batted like a cat's paw at Lucky's swaying titties!
"Uh, no way! Yoooooooooou're gonna get fucked silly!"
WWE RAW Women's Title Match
Becky Lynch (c) defeated Lacey Evans by submission
Pretty poor match. Started slow, lots of stalling. People were not exactly hyped for Becky at first but she won them over. Lacey Evens does not look exactly classy when her hat is off, even as she is very attractive, the stripes on her legs ruin her appearance big time. Of course I was sitting quite close to one of the village idiots who yelled lots of stupid stuff at the most inappropriate time .
Shelton Benjamin defeated Titus O´Neil
Both got a solid pop. I barely noticed that the match had already ended after the first two moves. Benjamin cut a promo in which he said that he understand how disappointing this was for the audience because he is the reason that we came here and he asks for anyone from the back who is brave enough to face him in another match. Benjamin silenced the inevitable what´s with the classic Undertaker response in saying that people who say what are stupid. Ricochet came out, made a superb entrance.
Ricochet defeated Shelton Benjamin
I was always so so on Ricochet, but he won me over with this match. And he showed maybe half of what he usually shows against Benjamin, who I also like. Big pop for Ricochet.
WWE RAW Tag Team Title #1 Contendership Triple Threat Match
Curt Hawkins/Zack Ryder defeated The OC (Karl Anderson/Luke Gallows) and The Street Profits (Angelo Dawkins/Montez Ford)
I did not quite understand where and when Ryder and Hawkins would get their contender chance if they won, maybe on RAW or in the next houseshow? I do not assume that WWE still can work on the meta layer, so I assume it is maybe for RAW or WWE just banked on us to forget it. Still I was happy to see Zack Ryder and Hawkins as I like them both, but Ryder did not do the broski boot, ruff ryder or the Woowoowoo sadly. Street Profits is a comedy tag team who can do nice stuff but not my cup of tea. OC was great and heavily worked with the crowd, absolute pros as far as I can say. Ryder pinned Anderson if I remember well.
WWE United States Title Match
Kevin Owens defeated AJ Styles by DQ
Both men were over from the start. Match did barely start, OC made a run in and attacked Kevin Owens. Viking Raiders made the save.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Kevin Owens/The Viking Raiders (Erik/Ivar) defeat The OC (AJ Styles/Karl Anderson/Luke Gallows)
OC as a group is great, but Ivar stole the show here. The guy is massive but very flexible and fast. I was hoping for the top rope frog splash or the cannonball from Owens, but it did not come. Match ended with the stunner. This should have been the main event in my opinion.
Natalya defeated Sarah Logan by roll up
I did expect absolutely nothing from this match but was pleasantly surprised by Sarah Logan, just one botch that was not Logans fault but an accident. Sarah Logan deserves a chance on TV, maybe pair her with the Viking Raiders, they would optically fit together.
Rusev defeated Bobby Lashley (w/Lana) through DQ
This feud is as weak on a houseshow as it is in TV. I like both guys, but the level of fail in this stuff is huge. Lana looked like a cheap hooker, terrible clothing choice. The match itself was weak with its endless restholds, Rusev day chants for the majority of the match. Rusev was very over, Lashley so so. His vertical suplex is very impressive.
Seth Rollins defeated Drew McIntyre after the stomp
Weak match with a massive botch at the end. Drew gave a strange promo how he hates Germany and especially the food, I could barely hold myself at this point because the man is from Scotland, proud homeland of such culinary highlights as Haggis and blood pudding. The match was so weak that CM Punk chants erupted and a single guy even yelled Super Dragon so loud that the whole arena probably heard it because support for both men was so minimal.
I really wanted to root for Rollins, but I just couldnt. Whenever I saw him, I just thought how much of a corporate kiss up he always is on twitter, so the smark in me just made me look at the match instead of the performance of the wrestlers. Which was even more of a disappointment for me because at the houseshow in 2017 I was really loud for the Shield and therefore also for Rollins.
It wasn´t bad, but 2017 was better. Hoping for Smackdown next time.
How many wrestlers could ever say that the were former commissioners? How many had ever taken on their own wrestlers? How many had ever made them their slaves? How many had ever taken their titles? How many had effectively became the #1 in their league in multiple ways, totally dominated the division they were supposed to be overseeing?
Few, Sin would be. Yeah, ‘unique’ was the right word.
While she was never much for story time, Sin listened with rapt attention as Chloe laid it all. A small part of her was expecting some of this to be bullshit, but if that was the card she was playing, then she did an excellent job of keeping it hidden. It all came off as genuine, real, like this was an actual event that had taken place, and yeah, the piece did fit, more or less. The AFW paid well, but not this damn well, and there were only a small handful of wrestlers who had - or even wanted - a security force hanging around them. Chloe didn’t have any reason to bullshit her, anyway.
But that gave her an idea. ”Some of them are your bitches, huh? Prove it.” She leaned back against the bed and curled a few stray hairs around her finger. ”Call one of them in here. Have a little fun. Show me.”
Birthday: February 1st
Hair: Black, short-ish
Hometown: Kyoto Japan
Street-Fights/No Holds Barred
Ayane is very much a brawler and a fighter in every sense of the word. Headstrong and proud, she fights in a way that reflects her best, going in hard and fast, rarely planning before jumping into a fight. That being said, Ayane is highly adaptable in battle, changing her strategies intuitively to best fit and counter her opponent's strengths should the fight not be going her way. Ayane is most comfortable punching, kicking and pummeling her opponents, but there is more passion behind her punches than technique.
Ayane didn't have the best of childhoods growing up. Both her parents were constantly working. With them never being around, she had to seek attention from others by various means... but what got her the most (and not necessarily the best) was fighting. Being strong, being quick, these were what made a girl a tough combatant and, among normal kids who's only exercise and experience came from the occasional brawl in the soccer-field... she made a name for herself within the all-girl's school she was sent to. Ayane was often seen in the gym lifting weights, out as part of the wrestling and boxing teams, growing steadily stronger, faster, more strategic, becoming someone that other girls could look up to... and she reveled in it. Where she was alone at home, here she was the queen, the person everyone came to when there was a problem they couldn't solve. However, she was little more than a brawler... and it was that status that would secure her downfall.
Ayane had started becoming interested in professional wrestling straight out of high-school and instantly took steps in order to join. More eyes on her, more people to fight... It'd be great! Training was a breeze compared to the people she fought in school, studying holds and aerial techniques was a blast... It was like she was going to make a profession out of her hobby! And then she actually fought someone!... And discovered how under-qualified she was. Ayane's first real fight started strong and ended in disaster. While her straight-forward and aggressive approach turned the opening few minutes of the fight in her favor, her opponent was tougher, stronger than she was... and simply waited for her to tire! She was left vulnerable and was punished for it severely... Wounded in both body and pride, Ayane tucked her tail and took time off in order to train and grow stronger.
Having returned to a new league, AFW, Ayane seeks to fight her way out of her parent's home with this new profession and mark her name up there with the greatest fighters in all of Japan!
Ayane is, and is strongly, a tombody, seeing all things traditionally girly and meek as a complete load of bull. NEVER will one ever catch her in a dress or skirt of any kind or wearing any makeup beyond what is baseline, never having time for ANY of that. She is a strong lover of fighting... but even more when she doesn't have the ref-in-stripes breathing down her neck all the time, preferring fights where the rules amount to "not wounding anyone." She doesn't much bother to come up with a wrestling persona, showing herself off as the same person she is in real life, an energetic, fun-loving person, competitive in every respect!
One thing is for certain is that Ayane doesn't like to lose. After a defeat, depending on the severity, Ayane might disappear from sight for days just to brood over her loss... only to come out the same as before... and with a drive to even the score! While she might take losing harder than some, it never lasts for too long, always seeking that next challenge to push her forward! That being said, Ayane isn't quite what one might call "honorable." Still not as well-trained as some others, she doesn't quite have the luxury to form an ideology around her style of combat, simply doing whatever is necessary to secure a win. Sometimes that meant punching someone in the tit! Other times it meant kicking a girl between the legs! Hey, if the rules don't prohibit it, you can do it, right?
Ayane doesn't feel the least bit wrong about these tactics, and, as such, doesn't feel bad about them being used on her! She'd show up the next day with a smile and a handshake, recognizing that was just part of the fight. However, if rules are broken, that's when she gets mad. The first time, she'll brush it off but if someone keeps doing it throughout a battle or across several... Well... In her own words: "Fuck the ref, it's ON now."
Ayane does have a darker side, however... Namely with jealousy. Wanting to be the best requires coveting status... and she just CAN'T stand when someone takes hers away. When losses begin to mount over her wins, Ayane grows irritable and anxious, determined to bring her score back to acceptable proportions, challenging any and ALL... sometimes to her detriment. She wants to be seen as someone glorious, someone to be respected and praised... and she can't do that if she looks like a CHUMP!
-Works out for at least 2 hours a day
-Trains for another 3 hours a day
-Has a STRONG distaste for girly-girls
-Has a soft-spot for loudmouths
-Favorite weapon is a stick/club
-Favorite AFW wrestler: #1
-Has a slight distaste for Referees... especially when they can't count to 3.
-Awaits the arrival of that blue-haired girl who had beaten her before. She can't wait to get even.
-Favorite food: Wasabi-covered Sushi
Paige's split-second fantasizing was undone by the purple blur zipping by her side with a bit of an uplift to her spiky hair, the mistress turning her piqued interest around her to witness Sion making a clear and present beeline for the ropes instead of what appeared to be her dashing straight towards Paige. Sneaky ploys just so happened to be one of her villainous specialties, so much so that when Sion would bounce off the ropes, she'd see Paige already standing to her side after sidestepping into position. A brief entangling of their arms and a bit of muscle should be enough for Paige to attempt a chucking hip toss that'd have the swift-footed Sion flying right back towards the middle of the ring.
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