Demand Match: John Mitchel vs. The Valkyries - Fight On!

Stone hadn't thought for one second that a simple shoulder block would take all the fight out of John's rippling body, but she hadn't thought he'd be able to immediately retaliate, either. She was wrong. Painfully wrong.

He threw her into the ropes, which wouldn't normally be that big of a deal, except for the stupid steel cage that her stupid teammates had stupidly insisted be present in this match. Yes, it kept Amanda and Ro from joining the brawl and isolated John, but it also made an annoying obstacle that would no doubt be a problem throughout the match.

Stone let out a sharp cry as her back slammed into the unforgiving metal and fell forward to her knees. The sheer shock from the sudden pain brought her down, and while she only needed a moment to recover, that might be a moment too long with him.

Steel cage. That would have been perfect if it was JUST those two, but it was meant to trap John in a 3 on 1, not make their potentially awesome one on one better. But he could still use it.

John let out a gasp as he finished throwing her away, then watched with some satisfaction as she hit the cage and dropped to her knees. He was a little winded, but he tried to be…relatively fast. Unfortunately, for all his bulk, he wasn’t the fastets man alive. He still tried, though, to rush her and kick his boot out sloppily, going for a quick and simply kick to her chin while she was

John definitely was not the fastest man alive, but it hardly mattered - Stone wasn't exactly the fastest woman. She hadn't gotten her nickname from being fast on her feet, and while she liked to think she was quicker than most women her size, that didn't make her fast enough to dodge a boot to the face. Not at this range.

John's foot cracked her square in the chin and dropped Stone flat on her back, groaning as the pain seemed to roam freely throughout her entire skull. And to make matters worse...

"What the fuck was that?" Mako's shrill voice cried out as she stood on the bottom rope and leaned over the top. "Don't let him walk all over you, get your head right!"

...that wasn't helping.

“Shut up, you lazy prick!” John had enough of Mako to last a life time. He had no idea what Amanda saw in her. Now she was picking on Stone, who seemed to be the only person who was doing any work, while she sat comfortably outside the ring.

Well, no matter.

John seamed to have her where he wanted her. She was down, on the ground, head swimming in pain and on her back. Standing over her, John picked up her ankles and tried to scoop them up, planning to turn her around and sit back in a Boston crab!

Mako just pummeled her palm, fighting the urge to screw the rules and bum rush him, full blast. That would risk a DQ, though, and the idea of being John's slave for a day didn't exactly appeal. Though, maybe if he involved Amanda, that wouldn't be so bad. She'd looked up a few things with ropes that she was eager to try...maybe get some oils and rub them all over her luscious body, head to toe...

An elbow in her side snapped her back to reality, as Divine looked down on her with a raised eyebrow. "Ow! The fuck was that about?" Her face shriveled up and turned into a glare.

Divine shrugged, with her eyebrows raised in confusion. "You got this really weird, faraway look. Zoned out. You were drooling."

"I'm fine, just got a little distracted." She wiped her mouth. "Next time you look weird, I'll punch you in the face. That's fair." Mako ruffled her hair and turned her attention to the fight, which actually was not going all that well.

Stone was down, which would be bad enough, but now she was locked in a Boston Crab, struggling as John poured on the pressure. She could have made a try for the ropes, but she had a better idea - a reversal. She planted her palms flat on the canvas, pushed up, and tried to do a quick twist to the side, hoping to fling him away and get him off.

John just shook his head at the stupidity going on in the corner. Was she drolling about her fantasies of raping John? Gosh, he liked to think he had SOME chance…

He had no chance.

But, at least he was looking good before he lost.

‘Bah! Can’t think like that.’ John chided to himself silently. For now, John worked the hold. He pulled back on her legs violently, leaning so far backt hat he was almost sitting on her spine. But, then…BAM!

Before John knew it, she was reversing, flinging him off and into the cage, which his side hit with a loud clang.

It was a sloppy, rough reversal, but it was effective, and that was all Stone wanted out of it. Her spine was hurting, but she managed to escape before John really had time to start breaking her in half. There was still plenty left in the tank, and she knew what to burn it all on.

Stone worked her way up to a low crouch, but she didn't go any further than that. To the naked eye, it might look like she was too hurt to rise up further, but that wasn't completely true. She was hurting, but not so much that she couldn't do what she planned to do. Stone only needed to wait for the right moment.

As soon as John made his way up, Stone would burst up from her crouch and jump at him with a sudden spring, launching a drop kick at his chest and making sure to put as much of her legs' power into the blow as she could muster. A 200 pound surface-to-surface missile, heading right for him at terminal velocity.

This wasn’t good. John had to watch it, his first slip up could mean a terminal loss of momentum. Then it was game over.

He tried his best to recover from the reversal. He had been thrown into the cage, but he had been doing well before. His own tank, as it were, was also just as full. With a grunt, he pushed himself off of the cage, turning himself around to face stone.

He was still on his feet when he saw the girl launch at him, springing into the air towards his body! He didn’t have time to react. How the hell had she recovered so fast? He had to respect this tough fighter. In a sudden crash, her boots slammed right into his chest. His whole body was jolted right back into the cage, his back slamming into the unforgiving metal, while his chest was bounded on by those hard boots. His head clonked the cage hard and his eyes rolled slightly as he slumped down.

And that was why Stone put in the extra time to learn real wrestling moves, instead of just taking street fighting to the ring like Mako and Divine had. She was getting some real results, here, and she was glad she invested the time. It was paying off.

She landed from the dropkic just in time to watch John slumping down, looking like the life had been knocked out of him. The World Champion would recover soon enough, he was far from done, but for the moment, she had the match all on her terms and it was just a matter of pressing the advantage.

Stone grabbed the turnbuckle for support and made her way up, trying and utterly failing to hide the smirk on her face as she did. It might have looked a little sadistic to someone on the outside, but she was genuinely enjoying this. She hadn't had an opportunity to cut loose like this since the last time she and Mako fought, and that was ages ago. Whatever happened in this cage, she'd have to thank him for the opportunity.

But that would be then. Now she was walking towards him grabbing him by the hair to pull him up, wrapping her arms around his waist and trying to throw him towards the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.

John was too winded to do anything about what was happening. The hit to the cage had knocked the sense out of him for a few precious seconds, and that was all she needed. His red hair was matted with sweat to him as Stone pulled it up, and in a text book perfect move, and showing off her strength, John was hurled over her body and SLAMMED back first into the ring. “GAAAH!” he let out, his eyes wide as he clutched his upper back.