Description: Sven Maesters returns back to the Wolf Den, his family's training gym in Stockholm, to rest and recover from his disgraces in the Neo League. While pumping iron, he is visited by the former lead singer of Killasaurus Orphanage, Alexis Lovell. The hard rocking fighter is looking for a little more metal in her style, and Sven Maesters is more than enough metal for her tastes. Thus, she proposes a challenge: if she beats him in a fight, he would train her at a discount rate. IF he wins? He would still train her. Sven finds himself taking up a side job of testing Alexis, in a win-win match for him.
The Wolf Den was where the Wolf Pack trained.
The original training gym for the Maesters family was bought out when Sven was just a teenager; his father was running solo then, and ran it as a training facility for his two sons. It was clean, if plain, a standard of Stockholm. Concrete floors with blue foam pads positioned all around; concrete walls, and stainless steel light fixtures hanging overhead. There wasn't even LED lights overhead, just the yellow light of lamps burning overhead. In the center, there was the Warwolf Ring; a normal wrestling ring with a symbol of the Warwolf in the center. Ropes and turnbuckles round it out, with steps and a ramp leading up on all four sides. On one side is a set of stainless steel stands; more for training than an audience. On the other? Exercise equipment, a full set to keep in shape. The back of the room had an elevator going to the upstairs, where the Warwolf slept. On the other side? A great big garage door, which was the 'main entrance' for most of the visitors. It was a modest wrestling center for a modest wrestler.
And even the disgraced Warwolf had to keep in shape.
The Swede was pumping iron, laying on the bench as lifts the weights. Nobody was checking him. Nobody would. He wanted to build his strength training up. A sad fact was, in the world of fighters? Aaron had improved. Mint? Greatly improved. Even new faces were coming and going, leaving him behind. But Sven? Sven was at his peak.
And his peak wasn't high enough.
Up and down, Sven makes the repetitions, as the bearded Swede glares at the lamp hanging overhead. Face twisted up in a scowl, the Sven continues to pump. 1-5-0. His Neo-League standings finally left him below the top 8. His one win? Hayley, who was one of those Spangle girls. He was supposed to train her. ANd the rest? Well, Sven was trash tier. A rookie at 25. What was that, really? At some point, you stop being a rookie, and you just start being a loser. When did that stop? When did that start? Maybe they just overlapped. Up and down. Sven Maesters had a lot of thoughts storming in him. One thing was certain though. He wouldn't quit.
If Sweden's music scene is known for one thing amongst fans of rock, it's probably for the strength of its metal. While Alexis' musical style has typically been described as 'punk-ish,' metal has always had a special place in her heart (and also burrowed in her subconscious, thanks to a certain post-mortem metal musician's marketing methodology).
And so she's in the neighbourhood - in a national sense - seeking inspiration from the muses of viking metal as she searches inside herself for the way fjord - er, forward.
There's more than metal and mountains in Scandinavia, though, and the Canadian has something else on her agenda...
There's a sound of muffled words from behind the garage door at the front of the facility, followed by the hollow banging sound of something hiting metal. Then, groaning in protest, the garage door starts to rise, slow and stuttering. As it goes up, a set of fingers can be seen, followed by boots, then grey pants. Once it's a few feet off the floor, the face of Alexis Lovell can be seen peering into the gym with an irritated expression.
"Hey, anybody in here?"
Squatting down and pushing the door up a bit further, Alexis slides under and in, then pushes herself up to her feet, dusting her pants off as she rises. She's wearing a tuque - it's a slightly cool day - and a white cropped T-shirt that says 'Violet Systems' on the front and 'Official Corporate Whore' on the back, an outfit that allows her to blend in with homeless communities internationally.
"Ever think of getting an automatic door, eh?" she calls out toward the shape she thinks is someone lifting weights further in.
Sven hears the garage door coming up.
This part of the neighborhood, yeah, it's a little blue collar. Sven could appreciate the metal; if she came here looking for some Viking Metal, he would happily provide. The gym was, informally, open to the public. The reality was either the Maester brothers were around, or they weren't. His brother handled training better than Sven, at least with outsiders. He was happy to handle the front, especially while he was training. He doesn't see her just yet, until she slides right under. He groans, as she calls out. "I have, Ya." Sven replies gruffly. He holds the bar up a second, as she calls out. "Come here."
"I need someone to spot me."
Sven rumbles, as he continues to lift the weights. He keeps his rhythm going, instinctively going to impress the woman in the gym. "You sound American." Sven states aloud, unaware of his mistake. "You coming in for training? Training is 100 euros for a four hour session; cash up front. Schedule is filled, I can clear it. Or you here for a challenge, or..." Sven didn't want to say the other question on his mind. Based on how she's dressed... nah, she's just some punk. "I'm pretty busy, so." He holds the bar in the air once more, looking at Alexis with a scowl.
"Hurry up and say what you want, ya?"
The Canadian interloper turns around and plants the sole of one of her boots on the door's handle, then pushes it shut with a rumbling clang. "Spot you? Easy, you're right there," she says with a tone that she's probably being a smartass. She stands to wander her way across the floor, her eyes sweeping across the wrestling ring and the exercise machines as she moves past them all.
Her lips twist in annoyance at the wrestler's initial comment. As many times as she may have heard it, being mistaken for an American is still one of Alexis' pet peeves. "That's, what... a hundred and fifty in Canadian?" she considers aloud as she folds her arms under her chest and comes to a slouching stop a couple of feet away from where Sven is lifting. "I mean, it'd be tax deductible, right? Does this place qualify as a char-"
Alexis' wandering eyes stumble over a photograph hung on the wall of the Wolf Pack - the Maesters as a wrestling family - and she cuts short for a moment. Turning them back to Sven, she changes her tune.
"I need someone to train me. But first, I wanna find out if you're better than me," she says, looking at Sven speculatively. "Tell you what. If you can beat me in the ring, I'll sign up for twice your fee. But if I can beat you, I want a discount."
Sven's words spit out. If he wasn't pumping iron, he might have just thrown her out. Subtly, though, she corrects his mistake. And he almost mumbles his apology. "Canadian? Oh, sorry." Sven rumbles gruffly. As she gets dangerous close to the pictures, Sven's eyes widen. He was getting a vibe, a heel vibe. If she wanted to start trouble, she was getting awfully close. He almost gets ready to drop the bar and weights.
And she says why she is here.
Sven Maester pauses in mid pump. Pushing hard up, he eases the bar on the hooks, grunting as he fixes it in place. Rolling off the bench, he comes into a stand. The muscled wrestler was not in his mask, but in his khakis. Standing fast, he looks back at the punk star, glancing up and down her. Expression glowering, he tilts his head back. "Twice the fee if I win, you get a discount if you win?" He mutters about it wordlessly, before turning.
"Ya, lets do it."
Sven's answer is brief, and direct. He walks over to the garage door. Reaching a panel, he touches on it, as the garage door rises all the way up. "It won't be a training though, ya? Open challenge, I want walkbys to see it. It's good advertising. But I will show you the ways of the Wolf Pack, of Ragnarok." The towering Swede climbs up the steps, and eases up over the middle ropes into the ring. Turning around, he leans over, beckoning Alexis to come on up. "Get in here. Before we begin, I need to ask. I fight enough women to know a fighter, but..." He cocks his head aside, scratching his beard.
"You know how to wrestle, ya?"
There's a faint smirk on Alexis' lips as her smartassery is recognised. Her hands move to her hips as she straightens to look up at Sven with a challenging expression when he rises from the bench.
"Fine. I usually work better with an audience, anyway," she says as she climbs onto the apron, then swings a leg over the top rope. She's halfway over it and straddling the ropes when the Swede asks her whether she knows how to wrestle. Her expression is quizzical.
"You really don't know who I am, eh?"
Pulling her other leg up and over the rope, she scoots off of it and onto the mat, her boots striking the surface with a soft thud. Somehow, the sound resonates for a few moments afterward.
"You basically knock the other person down, then you pin 'em down till somebody counts to three, right?" The Canadian tugs at her fingerless gloves to make sure that they're ready as she moves to position herself across from where Sven is standing in the ring.
"No idea." Sven rumbles.
A truthful statement.
As Alexis enters, he can pick up enough that she's a fighter, at least. He paces around a bit, looking out the open door. Nobody coming by. As Alexis makes her statement, however, he instinctively shakes his head. "Yeah, or you can punch someone in the head until they stop moving. Wrestling is more than just a pin. Well, no. Let me explain, ya?" Sven Maesters sounded frustrated, but a far cry from the roaring berserker in the ring.
But Sven responds very seriously, as she drops the joke.
"Professional Wrestling is a blend of showmanship, and skill." Sven raises one fist. "If you got the skill, and no showmanship, you're garbage. Total trash, complete horse hockey. Like a horse spit. Patoiee, Patoiee." Sven sweeps he arms out. "Showmanship without skill though? You are like Rainbow Mika, all flash, no substance. You need a blend." Sven beats his shoulders, and eases in his wrestling stance, palms out. It's not a challenge that comes from him, but the intense focus of a craftsman, getting ready for his work.
"Come at me, I want to see what you got."
COMBATSYS: Sven has started a fight here.
No one may have started to gather at the open door yet, but that's something that's bound to change. Alexis has never been good at keeping the lid on a given match she's in - it takes true isolation for the sound of her clashes not to reach the ears of those nearby. Even as she spreads her hands to either side and lowers into a grappling stance - one that might be recognizable as an imitation and improvisation of a proper wrestler's stance - the fluttering of her fingers seems to draw faint sounds from nothing, like plucking at the ghost of a harp.
"You can get away without showmanship, right? What about all the studio wrestlers out there? I'm sure there's a market for session wrestlers, eh?" Alexis smirks at her own joke as she flexes her fingers. "Oh, come to think of it, they'd probably be teaching other people how to wrestle."
With the invitation to come at her opponent, Alexis' eyes flicker back toward the open door for a moment before returning to Sven. She starts to circle the Warwolf, considering for a moment, a bit more trepid than one would normally expect from the fighter for a match's start. Then, she moves in, decisively but not over-eagerly, to try and lock up in a classic tie-up. Vibratory sonic energy surges through her hands; if she can get into the grapple, it would add to her pressure in the contest. She'll try and use it to find an opening to lock her arms around the Warwolf, drop back and suplex him to the ring floor.
COMBATSYS: Alexis has joined the fight here.
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Sven 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alexis
COMBATSYS: Sven dodges Alexis' Medium Throw.
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Sven Maesters was watching her carefully.
He really was in the dark on Alexis; of all the rookies he fought, he never had the honor of crashing with Alexis. His mistake, ultimately. As she starts to circle, he starts to feel that sonic vibration. And Sven almost mutters aloud his thoughts. "Chi energy, flashy." As she goes for the grapple, Sven Maesters instinctively leans in, pressing back into her as he counter-grabs by her wrists.
And he pivots.
"That's good, that's really good." Sven Maesters growls, as pushes Alexis towards the ropes away from her. Now he was moving around her, a reversal. Still, a little limp opening, as she points out. He was talking skill, which he didn't have a lot of, and showmanship... He wasn't pressuring on it hard, he was keeping conservative, keeping steady. "You are very funny. But when I am talking about showmanship, I mean something more like, more like."
Sven throws his head back, as the transformation takes place. "You come to the Wolf Den! You come and defile the sacred grounds of the Wolf Pack!" Sven Maesters, face turning red, runs backwards to the ropes. Gripping them tight, he begins to -stamp- his foot, building into a frenzy, as he jabs a finger at an audience of... three people. Looks like Alexis -was- drawing people in. "Well if you come to talk war with the wolves, PREPARE TO FACE RAGNAROK! AROOOOOOO!" Leaning in hard, he springs back off the ropes into a -lunging- super kick. Leaning it in hard, he attempts to -drive- it hard into Alexis's chin, to drop her down hard to the mat. And whether it connected or not? He would be building momentum.
And aiming to unleash the full force of the Warwolf on her.
COMBATSYS: Alexis blocks Sven's The Wicked Kick ES.
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Sven 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Alexis
When the howl rings out - surely a signal to the neighbourhood that the Warwolf was entering battle - even Alexis, for all her wanton sound and fury, is caught off-guard for a moment, shifting back reflexively with eyes wide at the outburst. She composes herself after a moment, though, and as the Warwolf comes lunging in with a kick aimed at her jaw, she brings her hands up to protect her face. A boom echoes throughout the gym as the energy gathered in her hands is released in the defense, causing Alexis to stumble backward into the ropes opposite. She catches herself, planting her palms on the top rope and hopping her feet onto the bottom one.
"Heh. You can stick with the Ragna, 'cause I've got all the rock your world's gonna need!"
Bouncing on the ropes once for momentum, Alexis launches herself off of them at an angle, aiming to crash her body across Sven's. IF she manages to connect, the initial cross-body would convey the wellspring of sonic power from Alexis into Sven, ideally disorienting him long enough for her to swing herself around him and hook an arm around his neck before dropping back to drive him head-first into the mat with a tornado DDT.
COMBATSYS: Sven fails to interrupt Stage Dive EX from Alexis with Wolfensteiner ES.
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Sven 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Alexis
Sven Maesters had a technique that was a blend of a few others; he had a springboard presence to him. The kick was barreling with the full power, as the roar of the chi energy rumbles out. Sven doesn't slow down, however. The moment as Alexis goes for the ropes, Sven's momentum continues to riot forward. In nearly perfect sync, he front flips over, trying to punish Alexis's cross-body with those thick, creamy Swedish thighs. Attempting to scissor them together, he was going to squeeze them right around her neck. The only problem? Nearly perfect sync, in this case, comes a moment too slow: and a moment too slow is all it takes for Alexis to -body- slam right into the wrestler.
And she breaks through.
"GRAAAGH!" Snarls Sven Maesters, as he is knocked clean out of his legendary Wolfensteiner, the signature frankensteiner of the Warwolf. The crossbody doesn't quite stun him properly, but the blast of energy pierces through. And that leaves him disabled long enough for her to get behind him. And with a slam, she smashes him down with the DDT. Sven is speechless, though he was definitely making noise. Snarling and biting, the wrestler writhes on the mat, not quite getting back up yet. Alexis had an opening.
And the crowd outside was now a clean dozen.
It's a chaotic mess of legs for a moment before both competitors crash to the mat, the Warwolf getting the sour end of the deal as he's driven headfirst while Alexis ends up landing on her back. Taking in a gasp of air, she pushes up on her elbows. It only takes a quick sidelong glance to assess the situation, and she clambers the rest of the way to her feet hastily, seeking to take advantage of the spot presented.
She steps past Sven's arms while he's still down, her boots stopping at either side of the Swede's snarling head. Alexis looks over her shoulder toward the gathering audience, taking a moment to breathe before a slow smile crosses her lips. Sven Maesters may be a heel, but the roles tend to reverse on a heel's home turf.
"Looks like it's time to put ~somebody~ through obedience school."
Then she bends down, the audience seemingly paid little further notice as her cargos sag in the position she puts herself in. She reaches for the Warwolf's top, intending to grab it with both hands and pull him up till she can manage to slip her arms under his shoulders in a double underhook.
And assuming that all works out, it will be Sven who finds his head between his opponent's creamy thighs, locked in position by her arms hooked under his - just before she'd kick her legs out and drop toward the mat, intending to use her hips to drive the Warwolf's face into the ring floor and unleash a burst of cataclysmic sound.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Alexis' Drop D EX.
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Sven 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Alexis
Sven starts to recover around the time when Alexis lifts him up.
Blinking hard, the Swede gets a kind of... dull look on his face. Maybe that's why he wore the mask. As her arms get under his shoulder, however, the wrestler's eyes go wide. He finds himself snatched by Alexis's legs, as he gives a muffled 'Mmmph.'
And he catches it.
Well, 'catching' was a very subjective term right now. He just manages to break out of the arm lock that Alexis was bringing initially, as the hip drop comes. What that actually meant, however, is that Alexis was no longer in control of the drop; and that control did not automatically go to Sven. As he tries to twist and turn, rolling swiftly, he manages to just eliminate the precision of the hip drop as it comes in -hard- on his shoulder. Groaning in agony, the wrestler writhes in pain as the force is deflected, but not negated in the least. One would almost think it was this close to a career ending botch.
Except wrestling is real.
Muttering curses in Swedish, the bruised Sven keeps his roll going, much slower than before the impact. This time, however, he can rise back up into a stand. Clutching his ears, the drone of the sonic blast still ringing in his ears. Shaking it off, he turns back to Alexis... and pounds his own chest, body beginning to get drenched in sweat. "You think you can insult me in my own den? You are about to get torn up and left outside for the dogs!" Sven, breathing hard, seems to have exhausted him for... something. Body flexing hard all over, he surges at Alexis, and attempts to grab her by the hip and shoulder. Should he get a grip, he would pivot, and send her tumbling right over the ropes, right out of the ring.
With applause, from the people filing inside the Wolf Den, as they march towards the stands on the side.
COMBATSYS: Alexis endures Sven's Medium Throw.
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Sven 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Alexis
Like many fighters, Alexis is deceptively strong for her size, and what she lacks in muscle she makes up for in a willingness to throw everything she has into each move.
Still, none of the ways in which she compensates for the difference in mass with her larger opponents changes the fact that she's not exceptionally difficult for someone like Sven to lift and throw. She's still on her knees, one holding her sore posterior from where she landed on Sven's shoulder, when the Swede surges toward her. She's caught by hip and shoulder and sent hurtling through the air, skidding painfully over the top rope on her front. The toe of one of her boots catches as she goes over, stopping her a few feet from dropping on her face to the ground as she dangles over the apron. She groans as she sees the ground looming up at her, her arms flailing for a moment. Then, one of her hands finds the bottom rope, and she flips down to the floor, landing on her backside with a grunt.
It's a minor setback; not enough to deter Alexis from coming back for more. She picks herself up and turns around, straightening her clothes for a moment before she jumps up and grabs the middle rope, then pulls herself up to grab the top one. With her boots on the bottom rope, she perches, wobbling.
"Look, I didn't mean to insult you. You're pretty strong. In fact, I think once we're done I might find a harness and tie you to a sled!"
With that, Alexis hops up onto the corner turnbuckle next to her, then jumps forward in a flip, both her boots humming, each with an independently audible harmonic note, the promise of the sonic power that will be unleashed should they connect with Sven as intended.
COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Sven with The Windmill.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Something was up here.
Sven couldn't quite put a finger on it, but as he sends Alexis for the ropes, he starts to realize more and more that Alexis -was- a wrestler. The sonic assaults were still ringing in his ears, which was a far cry from the regular style. But past it all? She was going with the rolls just right. Did she actually -want- training?
Or was there something more?
In any case, as she goes over the ropes, she was right back up, as the crowd roars. And it was a crowd now; as Alexis comes to the top of the turnstile, Sven Maesters narrows his eyes. "Hang on-" He begins, as he -thrusts- a finger towards Alexis. "Isn't that-" He begins, as Alexis takes to the air into a flip. It was -very- similar to the Ragnorok style, of course, but the sonic hum was different. Dangerously so, as Sven Maesters comes to catch the heel, to slip around it. Instead, he takes a sudden shock, and following it, a -full- blast that sends him rolling across the mat.
Sven slips under the ropes, landing roughly on the top steps of the stairs. Clawing back under, he moans as he grabs the ropes to pulling himself up. "I am no pet! You will never bound the Warwolf! You will never tie down my spirit!" The towering swede gasps hard, as he steadies himself into a stand. "I will never me domesticated by some punk girl screwing around in my dojo! I will not be leashed! I will not be tamed!" Sven Maesters balls his fist into his other hand, as he throws back his head to unleash a wild howl, striding at Alexis.
And Sven -drops- the hammerblow, aiming right for the top of Alexis's head!
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Alexis with Fierce Punch.
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Sven 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Alexis
The aerial assault may certainly resemble one of the moves of Ragnarok, though it's not an intentional case of repertory theft; the move has been a part of Alexis' arsenal for some time. This is only the second time she's had a chance to launch the attack from the ropes of a wrestling ring, though, which only adds to the similitude.
The move ends with her lying on her back after kicking Sven away, and from there she quickly rolls up to a crouch. One hand plants on the mat while the other reaches up to brush her haphazard bangs out of her eyes, and another smile plays on her lips when she sees the damage she's wrought.
"Okay, okay. Maybe I don't need a puppy after all. I was always more of a cat person anyw-"
It was the Canadian's intent to duck the oncoming punch, but the overhand smash makes the choice a poor one. Sven manages to silence the smartassery and double Alexis straight down to the ring floor, face to the mat and lower body still in the air.
The punk rock princess groans, her cheek pressed to the mat and a small pool of spit forming by her face. She can her the crowd cheering, jeering, whistling and howling at her predicament, celebrating Sven's success of the moment. They may not be cheering for her, but that doesn't mean it isn't something she can use.
Her fingernails dig at the mat as she shudders, lifting her head slowly. She takes her time on the recovery. She looks hurt, and vulnerable. That's how she means to look. In a staged form of combat, it might be called selling. A way of heightening the drama, of getting the crowd loud.
Wrestling may not be fake, but Alexis is perfectly capable of it.
By the time that she's up to her knees and peering through freshly disheveled brunette bangs at Sven, the crowd are howling, calling the Warwolf to finish her.
She smiles subtly as the sound coalesces and distorts in the air around her, redirected by her force of will. She gives a little whistle, as if calling a pet, in spite of her seemingly defenseless state.
COMBATSYS: Alexis surges with the power of rock!
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Sven 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Alexis
The hammerblow comes crashing down, bringing his guest down to the mat. Sven doesn't press it, as she sells the pain, Sven lets her. The Swede takes a moment to walk around the ring, letting Alexis give her sale as he flexes, working the biceps to the crowd as he snarls and froths himself. Giving a full circuit around, as she begins to rise up, the crowd mood shifts. And Sven, looking at her, gives the nod.
It was time to finish her.
Sven Maesters heads to the corner now. He climbs up on the corner post. Straddle around the post, he has one leg on each rope, setting up the split leg. Now, the crowd was hooting, as the set up comes. He raises a hand up, as the shouts dies down. He flexes each arm, as Alexis calls for him.
Sven Maesters gives one more play to the crowd.
"You are good at the moonsault." He says, peering over his shoulder just a bit, as he works the crowd. "I am very impressed. But my family's blood is on the moonsault." Sven eases on the ropes, giving a one. A two. "So you just go to hell, ya?" And on the three, he launches, a split-leg spring-boarding off the top ropes. Backflipping off, he spins through the air as he brings his legs around, trying to -slam- them hard into Alexis; all with a full-throated howl.
COMBATSYS: Alexis Toughs Out Sven's Three Wolf Moonsault ES!
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Sven 1/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Alexis
The crowd cheers as Sven descends on Alexis, the latter still not fully on her feet. And yet, the Canadian seems to be ready to act, unless her brain really has been addled by the blow to the head - which certainly wasn't the first she's taken in her career. It can be dangerous to come off the top rope at someone who's prepared.
Alexis takes the moonsault full force, letting the flying Swede's legs smack her to the ground. It's a completely clean hit, one that may have just locked Lexi in to a lopsided deal. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her knees and elbows bent reflexively from the impact with the mat.
Then, as Sven is recovering from the moonsault, one of Alexis' aquamarine eyes peeks open, looking for an opportunity. And the moment she sees it, she strikes, ignorant of the pain in her shoulders from where the boots connected seconds before. Her legs lash out from the possum position, aiming to grab Sven out of whatever state she's caught him in and pull him down on his back on the mat. If she succeeds, she'll immediately roll herself over to straddle the Swedish strongman's waist, pushing down with her hips in an effort to pin him down.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Alexis' Beatdown in Three Four.
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Sven 1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>---\-------\0 Alexis
And then she'd push her hair back and roll her shoulders, while addressing her opponent: "Good boy. But I've already been to hell, and I'm not going back now!"
Then the punches would start raining down, thunderous in their strangely melodic report as blow after blow would be thrown at Sven's upper body, the burning in her shoulders forgotten in her effort to turn the pain back on the Warwolf.
Sven Maesters was building into a frenzy.
As he slams into Alexis, he rebounds off hard, rolling away on impact. Bouncing back, he lands on his feet with a howl and a chest pound. "AROOOOO!" Was the cry, as he fixes his footing. There wasn't any time to react with your mind. Already, Alexis was -powering- through, slamming him on the mat. Grunting on impact, the wrestler turns bright red, as he is straddled by the woman.
Not an unusual reaction, all things said.
But the punches are met with deft blocking; if this was a real wrestling match, the ref would have intervened. Every blow is knocked aside with careful focus, his arms free enough. The punches weren't the problem, it was that noisy hum that was penetrating the guard of the wrestler. Sweat was pouring over him as he snarls, building into a greater and greater fury, trying to meet the escalating force. His arms were beginning to bleed; they were already blackened by the bruises. "You haven't been to hell yet!" He roars, finally attempting to break the pattern was a sudden, swift shove, taking a clean hit to his head for the exchange. "Let me take you there!"
And then, he would attempt to seize up Alexis, to catch her while he rises back up!
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Alexis with Full Moon Rising ES.
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Sven 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>-----\1 Alexis
Sven Maesters struggles, trying to seize on Alexis.
Pinning her against his body, laying flat up and down, he holds her upsidedown. He gives a great, heaving backflip. Vaulting high over the mat, he lands on both feet upon the corner turnbuckle, straddling it with one foot on each side of the ropes. Body sweating, chest heaving, he clings on to Alexis for dear life. And finally, when it looks like he can't hold her much longer, he forces her in one arm, to look to the audience. He holds up three fingers.
And he gives a short hop up.
He -smashes- Alexis's forehead upon the cornerpost, as the audience roars out the true essence of the Full Moon Rising. It is only then does he release Alexis, as he collapses on the mat.
Alexis' own hands are being bruised with each punch thrown into Sven's guard. Such a reckless assault is meant to be a way to beat the opponent beyond retaliation; when the counter-shove comes, Alexis has worn herself down enough that she has little ability to defend against it.
And then, she's upside down, her body tensing as the world spins and she finds herself staring down at the corner post, seconds before it comes up at her head.
The sound of Alexis' forehead clanging against the post fills the arena to riotous reception, and as she's released the punk rock wrestler flops gracelessly to the mat on her stomach. She shudders, and for a moment, it looks like she may not get up. With a forceful push, though, she makes it to her feet. She sways as she stands, her sense of balance clearly not recovered to the same degree as her footing. Staggering, she thinks that she spots Sven through blurred vision and her ever-problematic haircut; lurching in that direction, she turns around, as if to collapse backward into the Warwolf's arms.
Her words seem more than a little punch-drunk. Should she be on course, though, she'd proceed to drive her hips backward into Sven's middle with a release of sonic energy, a move intended to put him off-balance and open him up to the follow-up: her right arm snaking up and around his neck, trapping him uncomfortably close before she drops to the mat and drives his chin into her shoulder with Newtonian force as she hits the floor.
Either way, she'll likely be hitting the ground. Getting up? That's another question...
COMBATSYS: Alexis has reached second wind!
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Sven 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Alexis
COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Sven with Shoulder to Cry On EX.
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Sven 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Alexis
Sven Maesters rises up, as the full impact takes place.
He was becoming exhausted, confused. And still in a full force rage. He staggers up, pounding his chest as he does so, making a round around the ring to heat up the audience. It gives Alexis a moment to recover... and a little too many moments. As he turns around, he is immediately greeted by the slurred words of the woman. That was nothing. But what was something was a -bump- of sonic energy, which stuns the wrestler. And that was game over, as she pivots. The arm comes around the neck.
And he goes down.
His chin hitting the shoulder from a massive stunner, he gives a final grunt. Writhing on the floor. Sven doesn't seem to get up fast now. He was almost out; he had one more hit in him. Rising up into a stand, the blackened and bruised Sven Maesters glares at Alexis with cold blue eyes. She was down too. But it almost looks like Alexis was coming back up. Was he gonna push her? Throw her around? He could do it. He could just hit her, hammering into her. There is a surge of strength as he floods at Alexis, that starts mid growl.
And he yields.
He staggers backwards, collapsing into the corner, his chest is pounding. "Okay, okay, you got me, I surrender?" He groans, back into the corner post, his arms hanging over the ropes. He gives a shuddering gasp, as the crowd gives a final round of applause for Alexis. The adrenaline slowly flows out of him, as he continues to mutter. "You get discount. Is good deal, you win, you win."
"80 euros for 4 hours, ya?"
COMBATSYS: Sven can no longer fight.
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Alexis cringes as she sits up, her vision steadying. Her shoulder is on fire; she reaches up to hold it with the opposite hand as she digs in her heels and pulls herself back upright. She takes in a deep breath through her nose, mentally steeling herself to continue the fight, and turns around to face the Warwolf once more.
Sven has already succumbed, though, and she finds him leaning against the corner post. Alexis blinks a couple of times, then looks out to the audience. The ringing in her ears starts to fade, and she realises that the fight is won.
"Really? We're not gonna do the whole counting to three thing, eh?"
Part of her wonders if that's some kind of trick on Sven's part, a test of her knowledge of how wrestling works - but the talk of numbers makes her assume that the surrender is legitimate. After all, there are no referees present. She plods forward and leans down to extend an open hand to Sven; both an offer of confirmation and an offer of assistance.
"When do we start?"
COMBATSYS: Alexis takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Alexis has ended the fight here.
Sven Maesters continues to dangle on the ropes.
"If I don't stop..." Sven warns. "... I didn't want to hit you while you were down. Gotta know when the fold. Besides... when do we start?" Alexis helps him back on his feet, with a yank. The Swede eases on his feet. And slowly, looking back at the audience, he beats his chest. And slowly, he eases back into his wrestling stance, still drenched in sweat.
Log created on 17:14:00 07/09/2018 by Sven, and last modified on 15:58:54 07/11/2018.