SLAMFEST 2020 - SLAMFEST 2020 Round 1 - Sven vs Felicia[Toggle Names]
Description: It's wolf vs cat in the first SLAMFEST match of 2020! Will the long-runner Sven Maesters bring the wrestling lore to Felicia? Or will the wily cat superstar bring her supernatural power to win the ring? <WINNER: Sven>
The scene opens on Felicia, who is here representing her foundation, the Felicity House! A charitable non-profit organization that focuses on finding good homes for orphans and other such unfortunate children. Of course, as a non-profit, they do rely on donations--which no doubt explains the Catwoman's appearance in tonight's event.
Felicia has assumed her more 'humanoid' form and is decked in what looks like a sparkling red cocktail dress, lipstick, eyeshadow and heels, as well as silvery blue gloves, her long blue hair styled back and down her shoulders.
"Felicia, as we understand it your background is in broadway as well as being a spokesperson for Violet Industries, what brings you here tonight to SLAMFEST?" A short man with a startling resemblance to to 'Mean Gene' Okerlund in a suit hovers by her with a SLAMFEST logo branded microphone. Felicia is clearly cutting this promo and using her supernatural allure and sex appeal to put asses in seats, she grins slowly with her green eyes becoming slit pupiled ever so briefly.
"I'm here to show the 'Wolfensteiner' that this puppy ought to have stayed in his doghouse this evening--but don't worry, I'll bring some cardboard if he has to wet himself~" she blows a kiss for the camera before she grabs the microphone from the announcer interviewing her, what clearly be seen as VICIOUS CLAWS ripping through the velvet shoulder-length opera gloves as her visage turns decidedly feral, fangs visible.
"You mess with this kitty and you get the claws, RAWR!"
After the promo, Felicia is still giggling over the over the top acting she had to do, and is coming out to the stage--now in her normal 'Catwoman' form, half beast, and half lady, and thankfully had a pair of size 16 wrestling boots (in her powder blue color, of course) with rubber cat paw decals over the soles on retainer--as well as a cat-themed wrestling unitard. She waves to fans with her large white-furred clawed hands, looking like she's enjoying the attention as usual as she climbs into the ring.
Sven Maesters was never the greatest wrestler.
Oh, he's held championships. He's had fights. But the Warwolf had never slammed with the greats. He was always the jobber, the workhorse. Even his promos were lightweight: a scowl from the Swedish wrestler as he is tying his boots in the locker room. Here, he was almost ready to fight: the towering, muscled Swede had his big brown boots and a pair of camo canvas shorts, as well as wearing his cross necklace around his neck. For the interview, it was plain. Nodded heads and 'Ya' from him as he responded to the questions. As somehow, the material from Felicia's interview is brought up, he gives a look ahead, as if he didn't even understand the question. "Cardboard... Ya, ya." He grunts, as he gets off the bench, pulling his wolfpelt cloak up and over his shoulders. "She might be here to slam." The Warwolf growls, as he pulls his wolfman mask over his face.
"But she is no wrestler, ya?"
The grunts and drones of Amon Amarth "The Pursuit Of Vikings" belt out from the arena, as jets of fireworks come up along the walkway. Stomp, stomp, stomp he comes, his wolf pelt cloak hanging behind him as he strode up. Reaching the ring, he rolls under the ropes, and looks across at Felicia, his steel blue eyes peering from behind his wolfman mask. Glancing up and down her, the Swede gives a snort of dismissal. "This is the cat woman?" He declares, looking towards the audience. "You are more kitty than woman. I am unimpressed, ya?" Sven turns back towards Felicia, pointing a finger at her.
"You think you have what it takes to face The Warwolf!?"
Felicia is able to climb over the ropes, holding onto the top topes before letting the rest of her body and athletically swinging down and landing on her feet. Which is well... kind of to be expected, she's a cat. They land on their feets. Especially in paw-pad themed wrestling boots!
Felicia claps her hands together, likely she's had some specialized gel nail polish applied to her claws before the fight (quick dried via hair dryer) so her nails are 'less than' lethal for the fight. They want her slamming, not slashing!
"Little jealous I'm a genuine freak and you have to wear a mask, little puppy? D'ohoho~" Felicia excels at banter. She is making a show of this with roars of hooting and a mixture of laughter and booing from the crowd.
"Bad words, kitty cat."
That was Sven Maester's growl as he stomps off. Turning around, he starts to break into a run. Was he retreating? No. He was going for the ropes. Unleashing a front flip to the ropes, he leapt on the top of the line. Grunting, he twists, turning towards Felicia as he launched straight back. Hurtling through the air, he brings out a massive superman punch, attempting to just plow through the woman's defenses with the full force of Swedish Speed and Might. All with the signature howl of the warwolf.
COMBATSYS: Sven enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!
COMBATSYS: Felicia enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!
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Sven 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Felicia
COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Sven's Garouken ES.
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Sven 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Felicia
"I'll 'awoo' you, you little--hrnnghh!" Felicia is able to bring her hands up quick enough to fend off the massive punch, though it does inflict a fair amount of kinetic force and bruising injury to her arms. Ouch.
"How about you stay awile--there's the floor!" Felicia grins and her tail actually attempts to wrap around the man's waist and THROW him down against the floor. She's able to punch with it--but apparently she thought Sven was light enough to grab with it and SLAM him into the floor of the ring with it!
COMBATSYS: Sven interrupts Irish Whip from Felicia with Wolfensteiner ES.
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Sven 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Felicia
Sven was rebuffed by the surprisingly strong catwoman. It was one hell of a costume, Sven thought. She was more ripped than Widow. As he rebounds off, however, there was no loss of momentum, not in the least. He was landing on both feet, keeping a rhythm as he uses all his strength to carry that momentum going. He had a lot of power, yes. But there was speed with that power.
As Felicia goes for the waist, Sven was already flipping forward again.
Felicia doesn't get the chance to seize the Warwolf by the waist, not in any meaningful way. Sven was already latching his murderous thighs around Felicia's neck, his well-muscled legs squeezing like a vicegrip. Before she can rip him off and slam him, he was already reversing momentum. Pivoting backwards, he -slams- Felicia straight on to the mat, to the bellowing roars of the crowd as he quickly makes a pindown. Mounted on Felicia for only a moment, the wrestler tumbles off her with a roll, before turning to the audience, pumping both fists into the air as he kneels.
"Woah what is thiiiiis!" Felicia's reply to getting the wolf-masked wrestler's legs locked around her head, then tightened--then she's slammed down, full force. There is a sickening crunch.
"Ow," Felicia pulls herself back up, after lazily rolling away after she was deposited on the map. When she gets up, her head is cocked one to side. She has to reach up and physically *POP* her neck back into alignment with a sickening noise. She then shakes her head vigorously, before regaining her composure.
"Alright mister, no more mister nice kitty--" she ran towards him, launching into a flying jump kick!
COMBATSYS: Sven auto-guards Felicia's Toy Touch.
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Sven 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Felicia
Sven barely had time to rise up, before Felicia was upon him.
The Swedish wrestler lifts up into a stand, turning as the flying kick comes. Deftly, he doesn't simply block, no. He -catches- the cat woman, turning as he sweeps her off her feet in a twirl. Once the momentum eases out, Sven begins to groan. He was sweating bad now; the opening play was incredibly exhausting.
And Felicia was -much- heavier than she looked.
Groaning, he begins to spin her around his body, whipping her around. There is a hunger for the World Wolf III... but Sven didn't think he could pull it off now. He needed an alternative. And Sven pivots, attempting to lift up Felicia straight up. If he makes her up, he would hold her up, both hands, flat across his hands, only to turn around, and -slam- her straight into the middle of the mat!
COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Sven's Audacious Slam.
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Sven 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Felicia
Felicia is able to use her and his momentum to roll on her back and bring Sven with her, as she is slammed into the mat, winding up with her now on the opposite side of him as she refused to let go, and still in contact with him.
"Funny to meet you here, nnghh!" she then let loose with a flurry of swatting haymakers, mostly using her palms for open handed slaps that just didn't stop coming. She had to resist the instinct to curl her fingers and use her claws, not that they would do much right now anyhow.
"Everyone's got a plan--before they get punched in the face!"
COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Sven with Scratch Attack.
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Sven 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Felicia
The paws certainly gave Sven pause.
As she sandbags the through, denying a slam, he tries to break free. Maybe even turn behind her, for the German Suplex. But through the fatigue, it just wasn't going to happen. Especially when the catgirl begins to batter him, again and again. Not only was she heavier than she looked, she was -much- stronger than Widow. Sven was getting bruised and bloodied up under his mask; the lack of razor edge on the claws doing nothing to stop the catpaw assault.
Until he tries to get a grip on her wrists.
Grabbing behind the paddy paws to the forearms of Felicia, Sven would break from the attack by pivoting. Gripping, he would lean back, and then, turn, snapping Felicia right for the ropes. Should he get the momentum? He would begin to prepare the real crowd pleaser.
All behind his gritted teeth under the mask.
COMBATSYS: Felicia fails to interrupt Irish Whip from Sven with ES Rolling Buckler.
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Sven 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Felicia
Felicia disentangles herself from Sven, realizing she has to do something drastic--summoning up the courage and energy--she lets the ropes push her back and immediately rolls into a ball, heading straight for Sven! She's moving fast, but as she nears the wolf-masked grappler, she is grabbed by her arms and swing back into the ropes--hitting them HARD and winding up tangled up in them! Oh snap!
"Oof... the things I do..." she looks like an insect caught in a spider's web very briefly, before she begins to wriggle out of it.
Sven considered it a botch.
HE was hoping to send Felicia off the ropes, and right back to unleash the ultimate finisher. When she tries to break away, rolling up to head back on the rebound, she just... gets tangled up. Sven Maesters found it even unprofessional. As she wriggles like she was in some kind of Japanese cartoon, the wrestler groans, patting his shoulders. "Here!" He blurts out.
"Let me help you, ya?"
Sven Maesters wasn't going to help Felicia very well. Instead, he begins to unleash a barbaric chain of punches and kicks at the tangled Felicia. Not to knock her free of the tangle, no. He would be scooping her up after the punches and kicks, to powerbomb her behind him, slamming her straight into the middle of the mat!
COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Sven's Wolf Blitzer.
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Sven 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Felicia
Once Felicia had freed herself from the ropes, she was flat-footed, and had to struggle to prepare for her opponent's next move. The flurry of punches that came next were vicious--causing Felicia to have to back away on guard from them--bringing up her hands in defense and ducking her head down, trying to dodge them--but winding up taking one to her jaw anyway, a mixture of blood and saliva flying.
"You like to punch girls, huh? Eat it--" Felicia brought her white and blue wrestling boot up and around, trying to catch Sven in the side of the head with it!
COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Sven with Audacious Slam.
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Sven 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Felicia
It was enough, but not enough.
As Felicia takes a blow to the face, he evens out. He swore he saw animal teeth. Part of the act? Sven Maesters doesn't have enough time to figure it out, as the cat woman comes surging back, bringing her foot up to -smash- into his head. He tries to evade, but the cat is too fast.
ANd he slams to the mat.
"Women. Cats. Men. Does not matter!" Sven snarls, as he rises back up, fixing his mask. EAsing on his feet, he jolts out with a clothesline, trying to knock Felicia down with a lariat."When you are in the ring?" He blares out, twirling.
"You are meat for the Warwolf!"
COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Sven's Medium Lariat.
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Sven 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Felicia
"This kitten ain't done yet!" Felicia shouts, the Warwolf's fist meeting nothing but air and strands of her hair as she ducks down, displaying an agility that most perhaps did not realize she had--bringing her own right arm up. Her hand is clutched into a fist and she attempts to counter clothesline Sven with her own limb as she moves past and around him, trying to bury it into his chest or his face, luck permitting.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Felicia's Heavy Clothesline.
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Sven 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Felicia
Sven's strong opening was only a distant memory, as the wrestler finds himself catching nothing with his lariat. Fatigue was building, his cape was billowing. But as counters, she comes roaring in with her own clothesline, to knock him down. With the full force of the catgirl come roaring in, the wrestler grits his teeth, blocking the blow.
And it's like blocking a train.
Grunting in pain, he just manages to rebuff the catgirl. Steadying his feet, he lunges in low. Attempting to scoop up the catwoman up by her knees, he tries to lift her up. To bring her pelvis up to his eye level, balancing her legs over his shoulders. And from there, he would finish off with a powerbomb, smashing her straight down on her back.
COMBATSYS: Felicia fails to interrupt Brutal Powerbomb ES from Sven with Rolling Uppercut.
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Sven 1/----===/=======|=======\=====--\1 Felicia
"Waaaah!" Felicia sounds a little scared and powerless right now, to be fair, she kinda is--rising up to try and counterattack the man again with a rising uppercut--she's instead lifted right off the mat and slammed down /hard/ in a powerbomb, of all things! She winds up slamming down into the mat on her head and back, her legs twisted up beneath her, which takes her even longer to pull herself up and together again afterwards, seeing stars from that likely concussion she just got.
Sven wasn't going to take advantage of his opening while Felicia was down.
Oh no, he was going for the corner post.
Climbing up, Sven points to the audience, straddling the corner post. The audience roars, they knew what was coming. They gave the count. He did one hop.
And on the third, he launches from up on top of the corner post. Backflipping in a long arc through the air, he comes tumbling through, unleashing the mother of all Moonsaults to slam -hard- on top of Felicia, only to rebound straight off her towards the opposite post.
"THREE WOLF MOONSAULT!"
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Felicia with Three Wolf Moonsault ES.
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Sven 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Felicia
There is a resounding, sickening *CRUNCH* as Felicia is moonsaulted upon, basically flattened like the cartoon coyote against the mat--and as she pulls herself back up, it's almost like she's /peeling/ herself up off the floor a section at a time, her bones trying to re-knit themselves as she starts to regain normal shape again.
"I'll... I'll g-get you, wolf man, right in your little wolf--" she then attempts to roll into a ball again--her movements however are drunken and imprecise.
Felicia comes screaming at Sven, trying to barrel into him and over him--pulling the both of them right out of the ring with her flying missile of a body!
COMBATSYS: Felicia can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Felicia's Dancing Flash.
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Sven makes his splat, and lands back on the ropes.
Steadying on them, he looks down at Felicia as she riles up into a howling catgirl barbarian frenzy. Sven was hurt, and he was exhausted. But he wasn't turning away. No, he was throwing back -hard- at Felicia, catching her in midair with a forceful, fierce block. The slam hurts hard, yes. But he refuses to fall out of the ring. The WARWOLF riots back into Felicia hard, and the pair of them come crashing down within the ring. Sven lands hard, staggers a bit, and then, makes his pin. 1. 2. 3.
Sven pulls off, and makes his stand. With a howl, he throws off his wolf pelt cloak, letting it fall over Felicia. And there, he falls to a kneel, hands in the air as fists.
And he throws out a single index finger.
"WARWOLF IS NUMBER ONE, YA!"
Felicia wound up collapsed on the floor with her arms and legs splayed, Warwolf pinning her to the floor. The Catwoman is seeing double as the lights and Sven swirl around in her vision, though she doesn't exactly fall unconscious--she is still awake the entire time, just her body is trying to re-knit itself together.
"Well, we'll call it a draw, then?" she grins up at him, a bit drunkenly--though she is satisfied, nevertheless--the fight sure as hell /looked/ good, and showmanship was the name of this game.
Log created on 12:56:01 01/15/2020 by Sven, and last modified on 16:47:24 01/15/2020.