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

Even for someone Stone's size, hurling John away like that took quite a bit of effort, especially when the only people she'd ever practiced the move on were so much smaller. But it worked. Beautifully, in fact. Her lower back was aching a tad from the strain, but it was nothing that would slow her down, and it wouldn't stop her from the follow up.

Stone popped up to her feet and ignored the way the crowd booed as if she did something wrong. She'd already accepted that they'd be against her no matter how clean she fought, and it wouldn't hold her back.

She took a moment to gauge the distance and figure out the positioning, and then she flew into action. Stone did a short dash towards the ropes, leaped up before she hit, and planted her feet on the middle rope so she could bounced off with a springboard manuever, flipping backwards and coming down on John with a moonsault.

What was he listening to? Booing? They didn’t usually boo. Oh…she was the bad guy, the enemy. It was easy for John to forget. And, given all that was going on, he barley had time to think about it.

John rolled onto his back, his eyes looking up to the bright lights, then focusing on Stone…right as she was flying at him! He hardly expected a high flying move from a powerhouse like him or her, and he was totally unprepared. No cliché rolling out of the way, she landed PERFECTLY. His eyes were wide as he was snapped back into focus, her whole body weight crushing him, making him curl up and writhe underneath her body!

True, most people didn't expect a girl Stone's size to do moves like that. That was why she did them.

She hit with resounding force, so much impact that the cage rattled and the crowd winced away. John was a tough guy, maybe the toughest the AFW had to offer, but roughly 200 pounds had fallen down on him from about six feet high. That wasn't something you just shrugged off, and the way he writhed beneath her attested to that.

In fact, it gave her an idea. It might've been a long shot at this point, but she hooked John's leg, rolled on his chest, and went for the pinfall. His chances of winning this match were slim, anyway, and if she could get an early win over him, she'd save him a lot of pain. She had to try. "Don't suppose I could convince you not to kick out?"

Surrender was unacceptable.

She had to know that.

John groaned under her weight, fealing her upon him. He barley had any breath, but he coughed out his reply. “Never. Can I convince you…to switch sides?” And, just as she expected, he kicked out and tried to shove her off of him.

"Nuts."

Yes, that was about how Stone thought John would reply. No retreat, no surrender. She admired it, as difficult as it was. There was only so long she could hope to fight while ignoring half of the ring.

She got off of him and grabbed his head, hauling him up along with her as she rose. "Wish it was that simple." She pulled him into a reverse headlock, shoving his head under her armpit and pouring on the pressure, squeezing down around his temples. "But it's not. Sorry."

“Not yet…” But she couldn’t change sides any more than he could surrender, so it would go on. Soon John was shouting in pain as his head was being squeezed, her strong arms CRUSHING him and making him endure agony. Shouting in pain, he tried to get his arms around him and hit wherever he could, on the back of her legs, wherever his arms could reach. He needed her to let go or he was in trouble!

Getting a hold on John was easy. Keeping a hold on John was much, much more difficult.

Stone grunted and groaned as he struggled in the hold, peppering her with powerful punches. The plan had been to drop him in a DDT and drill his head into the canvas, soften up his concrete head, but he had a little too much life in him for that - it was taking all she had just to stop him from getting free, and that wouldn't last.

"Okay..." She suddenly released the hold and pushed John away, then shot a toe kick at his stomach for a parting gift.

John let out a grunt of exertion as he was shoved away, the hold broken. But now he was free to close and attack…well, he thought he was.

As he got closer, a toe kick snapped into his abs, which he did not have a chance to flex. That winded him straight away, making him gag out and gasp, stepping back as he held his stomach to catch his breath.

It had taken a lot of effort and time, but Stone had John Mitchel, the Tension World Champion, stunned and vulnerable in front of her, open to just about any move she could think of. She could hit him with just about anything in theory, but in practice she was going to need one of her better moves. Not just for damage, but because this was a rare opportunity. She had to put her Sunday best on display.

Stone reached down and grabbed John around the crotch with one arm and around the shoulder with the other, then proceeded to do something she couldn't imagine many women ever did with him:she lifted him up. Not only that, but she turned him upside down and held him in position, earning a bevy of flashes from cameras throughout the audience. Good guy, bad guy, didn't matter. This wasn't something you saw every day.

Stone held John's weigth for one straining moment, before she released the hold and tried to slam him down hard on his back, putting all her power into the body slam as he came thundering towards the ground.

This could very well be the turning point. Against an overwhelming force, he had to fight a defensive war. How do you defeat someone fighting a defensive war? By overwhelming numbers, in many cases. It was a vicious cycle. It usually came to an end when there was one crack in the defenses, somewhere along the line where the enemy could commit its overwhelming forces.

That was a war.

In a wrestling match with an asymmetrical force ratio with a good defender, it was about making that first golden opportunity. Stone just did that.

Her hand wrapped around the crotch, making his member respond unconsciously, then took his neck. He was dazed, but he still tried to fight her off, flailing his body as best he could. It was not enough. The strong woman held him up high, he let out a growl of frustration. He was trapped, and everything seemed frozen for a moment….until he came down with a huge bang that shook the ring and the cage. He squeezed his eyes shut and shouted in pain, his whole body writhing in agony.