Starboy vs Leah Shaw - The Hero's Challenge

Progress. That was evident on multiple levels. On one, Starboy had finally gotten the villainous Oni Queen to a spot she deserved - faced with the hero's might. On another, he could clearly hear that she was not happy about it. Frankly, he could hear her already becoming frustrated. And that frustration was beginning to create some cracks in the girl's portrayal of a tough villainess... Not only did she let out some cries of pain, but her words were starting to sound more like desperate threats rather than determined plans too.

Then again, not all progress happening was beneficial for the hero. While his hold was firm, his opponent was making slow progress with gaining more leverage. It was also somewhat too easy for her to speak considering the aspired toughness of his hold, so, changing the plan was a logical thing to do.

Clearly, the Oni Queen had been preparing for a prolonged period in the camel clutch hold. She was utterly surprised as Star let her go, and the hero faced no resistance with getting her launched to the desired motion. And it all appeared perfect to him, up until the moment the bodies of the two wrestlers were about to collide...

Yes, Star could hear the Oni Queen's back slamming against the mat. But he could hear his own do so too, and unfortunately he could feel it as well. As it turned out, the villainess was not so easy to be fooled this time around. The double Lariat had sent the both wrestlers down to the mat, and guesses were being thrown in the crowds on who would be getting up first.

Luckily for the hero, he had been the one planning the attack. The Oni Queen's own Lariat was probably improvised on the go, and Star had his hopes up that he had been the one who had managed to hit it harder. Still, the turn of events was worrying to him... "I can't let my momentum slip away!"

Rolling to the side, Star took a look at his opponent, who seemed to be still reeling from the Lariat's impact. Should he go for a submission hold next, as he had planned? Or should he try to go for a quick pinfall? Deciding factor was the fact that the girl's head was the part closest to him. Thus, the hero then tried to yank the villainess'es body up to a sitting position, position himself behind her and try to then apply a tight sleeperhold on the girl.

The Oni Queen had summoned a wild burst of energy to retaliate on her heroic counterpart, intending to watch him burn alongside her. While sloppy, it ultimately proved to be a worthy Gambit as both competitors were brought to the ground. She landed hard, a firm thud against the mat that shook the ring sending a ripple of motion through her body that accentuate her figure to the hoots of the crowd. She wasn't wearing much to hinder the imagination of the onlookers, attractive even in momentary defeat.

Staring up at the overhead lights, she groaned softly, eyelids fluttering a bit as she composed her thoughts about the joint impacts that left the two of them floored. It was hard to tell which of them had actually taken it worse, though she was coming off the back of a submission attempt that left her movements sluggish.

While the two rose slightly in tandem, Starboy seemed to have the wherewithal to turn the simple act into a continued offensive against her. Having only managed to slowly sit herself up, the Oni Queen found her back straightened by powers not her own, a helping hand that looked to see her dethroned. In the haze of the moment, she seemed to be unaware of what this meant for her, drawn back into his welcoming arms as they coiled around her throat, locking in a sleeper hold.

With a faint, weak gasp, she attempted to pull away as he cinched in the hold, ensnaring her fully. Her back arched as she leaned his body up against hers, her armored palms clutching at his forearm as her fingers attempted to pry some manner of separated to allow her to breath. This felt familiar, another wrestler she had underestimated in the past had squirmed himself into a sleeper hold that had nearly ended her when escape proved far too difficult. Her rather collected responses to most assaults Starboy had thrown at her this far has melted away leaving her with a sense of genuine panic.

The Oni Queen trashed, kicking her legs, twisted from side to side as she struggled to steal any air she could manage to draw in with fleeting pockets of space her movements allowed. Starboy knew his way around submissions, something she had earlier assumed but hadn't been overtly threatened by it until the last two he had managed to put her in. All the earlier progress she had paved against him was being slowly and unceremoniously ripped from her. She grit her teeth, fangs bared as she let out a wheezing growl. Red eyes narrowed as he fantic struggles settled, and she began to formulate a plan.

The Oni Queen drug in her heels on the canvas, rather than trying to pull away, she pushed herself back into Starboy’s frame to use him as support. Leaning from side to side, she pushed off her boots to walk her legs backwards, trying to force the two to rise as one. She reached back, hands clamping along the back and side of Starboy’s head as she tried to stand the two of them up while she remained locked in the hold. She only needed to make the journey part way, attempting to squirm her head underneath the boy’s chin as her hands worked to reposition his head blindly.

With the back of her skull wedged under his chin, she let her legs fall away, trying to drop herself back to the mat in the sitting position, taking Starboy with her. If all went according to plan, he would be pulled down into a solid jawbreaker, cracking his jaw with a wicked impact against the back of her head. Starboy had proven himself to be resilient, but his small frame didn't speak well to his overall durability. It was time she try to steal back this fight with her raw offensive capabilities.

Starboy's decision-making process might not just had been the most solid one, but it did grant him some great results. Even if the decision between a pin or a submission move had almost been chosen by the roll of a dice, the hero could still applaud his instincts. They had told him that the Oni Queen's head would be the easiest target, and quite possibly the most effective too. The villainess had still been too disoriented by the Lariat, and imprisoning her in his hold had almost been like a walk in the park.

Not only did the hold provide an opportunity to drain the life out of the girl, but it also provided him with a chance to recover. It would have been a lie to claim that the hero would have had the control over the match so far, and the villainess had managed to but Starboy in plenty of tricky situations. Thus, anything that helped him with regaining some of his strength was very warmly welcomed.

Soon enough the girl decided to hamper his recovery efforts though, as she started frantically kicking and thrashing around. At times Star had some difficulties with keeping her under control, but to his fortune, he had gotten the sleeperhold locked in exceptionally well. And gradually, the girl's resistance seemed to weaken, leaving the hero triumphantly in control. "Oni Queen, your fate is sealed! Surrender now!"

To Star's amazement, his bold declaration seemed to have the exactly opposite effect. Suddenly, he felt pressured to lift his body up a bit, as if the girl was forcing him to stand up. It was obvious that she was up to something, but the hero just could not figure out exactly what it was. It could have been some clever plan, but just as well a desperate last-second attempt at something creative. In any case, his hold was still locked in well, so he should not have had anything to worry of, right?

As Star was more than halfway up, the girl suddenly dropped down. He didn't even have time to worry, before immense pain originating from his jaw shot through his face. The Oni Queen's jawbreaker attempt had become a perfect success, as the hero's arms instantly unwrapped from her neck, and his body was sent falling backwards to the mat. Rolling over, Star buried his face in his hands as his hopes for a victory had just been brutally postponed by the villainess.

The Oni Queen’s eyes were clenched shut as she tried to conserve her strength, fighting for each inch earned in her rise. Starboy was making declarations of victory while she was on the ropes… that was her job! That was fine, she would show him. Soon, she would wrestle back control and grind him under her ogre heel! She was pleased with herself for that, trying to remember it for when she could do more than rasp and sputter under the sleeper hold choking the life from her.

He backside crashed against the mat, dragging Starboy down with her to smash his jaw against the top of her skull. She let out her own howl of pain, breaking character for just a second before turning her cry of agony into a wicked cackle… good save girl! Reaching back, she pushed her fingers gently to the point of impact, hissing softly as they touched a definite sore spot that was likely to keep her up tonight.

Looking back, she saw her planned had worked, leaving Starboy out on the canvas writhing. Perfect. The Oni Queen slammed her palms on the mat, letting out a primal yell as she surgery back to her feet, though with a faint wobble she had to correct. “Cute moves, hero. They can bury you with that on your headstone!” Her boots clanked as she trudged right up to where he lay, throwing her arms out to clap them over his shoulder and grab a hand full of his hair. With a hard yank, she wrenched him upwards to try and drag him to his feet.

She had gotten him about half way up before pulling back one arm to swing it up and over in a clubbing overhead blow across his back, a little something to keep him from getting too much downtime as she pulled him up. The Oni Queen wouldn’t stand him up completely, instead she would send him hard towards the ropes, waiting for his return trip. "Here lies Twinkleboy, he tried to cross the wrong bridge!"

If Starboy hit the ropes and returned, he would find her waiting with a glint in her red eyes and that fanged smirk on her face. With a quick spin, she moved at him, building momentum. Throwing an arm out, she attempted to intercept him mid run, striking him across the chest with her arm while trying to rip him off the ring. If not stopped, she would lift him up in a spinning uranage she called the “Sacrificial Slam”.

Starboy tried to go through what had just happened. Somehow, he tried to understand the events. He had to get a grasp on how his triumphant, life-draining sleeperhold had turned into having to endure immense pain in his jaw flattened on the mat. He had to know what exactly had his opponent done, and how he could prevent her from doing so ever again.

But the answers he could think of were far from simple. In fact, he could not understand the exact mechanism of what had just happened. Instead, his mind was filling up with various conclusions and observations of the current situation.

The dominant one was that the Oni Queen was turning out to be a much tougher villainess than he had predicted. Despite their rather similar size, he had to admit that she was clearly stronger than him. If he wasn't careful, that could lead him into some serious trouble... She seemed to also be very skilled. That was evident by her clever moves. And she also seemed to have decent endurance, as she had managed to power her way through his sleeperhold...

And now he could hear her boots approaching him again. The hero gulped.

Star felt his hair promptly grabbed, and he basically just followed his instincts upwards. The renewed pain also managed to clear out some of his daunting thoughts, replacing them with fight mode instead.

Unfortunately, that fight mode could not achieve anything useful, before his back received a hard blow. It paralyzed him just enough for the villainess to have time to spit out her wicked words, before he was promptly sent off towards the ropes.

Star bounced back off of them, heading straight towards the Oni Queen. The hero could see her wicked expression, her red eyes and her fangs, all ready for him. He knew he something bad was about to happen, but he couldn't figure out exactly what. He knew he should have done something, but he had absolutely no idea exactly how he should try to counter.

As a consequence, the hero ran straight into the villainess'es trap. His body was promptly picked up by the wicked girl, before the hero got magnificiently slammed to the mat. The impact left the boy reeling, with his arms and legs spread on the mat. By now everyone could see, that the brave heroic challenger was running into some serious trouble in the ring.

The Oni Queen ripped Starboy through the air as if he were a ragdoll. His lack of bulk and the momentum behind them both had been a boon, one that made the woman behind the villainous mask look far more powerful than she actually was. Bringing him down to the mat, there was a thunderous boom that rocked the ring hard enough to make the referee jump back. With an  arm draped over his chest, she could have gone for a quick Pinfall here and now but instead decided to draw things out.

Pushing off Starboy’s body she rose up to her full height, looming over him. Her boot raised up, the heel finding a perch on the young man's face before she roughly pushed forward, raking her boot across his face. “The Fallen Star.” She mused with a smirk, trying to hide a genuine smile of how proud she was of that one. Taking a half step back, she left forward, arms outstretched to attempt a full crossbody drop on his downed form, immediately hooking a leg to go for a pin.

“One!”

She roughly dragged her forward across his face, pressing his cheek firmly to the canvas. She kept full coverage over him, not simply showboating but applying her weight. To onlookers it looked like it very well might have been over.

“Two!”

If Starboy found himself unable to kick out, that was fine. Before the third count could even come her fingers would snake their way into his hair, yanking him upwards to break the count herself in typical heel fashion when one wasn't done beating their opponent thoroughly enough. The gasps of possible defeat for the hero was replaced with a shower of jeers as The Oni Queen began to rise, trying to pull her victim to his feel to continue her punishment. "Had enough yet, handsome?"

Starboy had really thought that there was a high probability for the crowds to see a triumphant hero in the ring tonight. He had really thought that no matter how hard the Oni Queen would have tried, he could have still made her pay for accepting his challenge.

Right until now.

It had already become evident earlier that the villainess was indeed slightly stronger than the hero, but it had not been evident to an extent that the hero couldn't have overcome. There had been hints of something more here and there along the match though... But now, after the grand slam that had just rocked the arena and left the hero powerless, nobody would have questioned any longer whether the Oni Queen had what it took to make the hero fall in peril.

At first the downed hero sighed in relief, as the villainess was quick with getting back up onto her feet. He definitely needed some time for recovery now... But as soon as he opened his eyes, he gulped. He could see the girl looming right next to him, and soon enough had to grunt in pain as her boot was meanly planted on his face. The malice of her words was only barely left in second place to that though, as the girl was determined to prove to the brave challenger that Tension was indeed hostile ground for a hero.

But he had to admit - that's exactly how he felt like now.

But the sexy beast was far from satisfied. As soon as Star had lost sight of her boot, he was granted a view of her dropping body...

The blow it delivered was inevitable. So was getting his leg hooked too. And before he knew it, the count was on.

The Oni Queen had beaten Starboy already dangerously powerless, there was no doubt about it. But despite that, and all his pain, the hero wasn't ready to have his fate sealed just yet. After the two count, Star forced himself to muster up enough strength to kick out from the hold...

...only to smash his heel hard to the mat! For some reason the villainess had ceased her pinning attempt, and the hero's first thought was that maybe he had just missed the three count. But then, he could feel the fingers of her gauntlet grabbing a fistful of his hair, and based on how they were pulling, for a change his direction had become "up".

Forced to follow the lead, Starboy barely got up to his own feet as well. He could hear all the jeers - but the jeers meant that nobody but him could hear what the Oni Queen was saying. And hearing what the villainess was saying had a considerable effect on him.

Her words were detrimental to the hero for two reasons. First, the word "handsome". It wasn't often that Starboy had been called that way, and he was definitely not immune to the compliment. It was a comforting thought that even if he would get slayed by the villainess, at least he'd be looking handsome doing so...

The second reason was the fact that the last time someone had asked him the exact same question, it had been his ex-girlfriend Lena during a bed wrestling tussle. And the memories that question brought were worrysome for, again, two reasons. First of all, he hoped his body would not be reacting at all to the memories of the intimate ways his and Lena's matches could often end. Second, he had already looked like a ragdoll in the Oni Queen's hands, and he did not want to look like molten wax now...

"I-... I-... I-ll... He-....Heroes....don't...." Panting, Star was trying to come up with a reply to her question, but with miserable success. From what the tone of his words revealed, Leah could probably tell that he was determined to keep on fighting, but his confidence had already crumbled.

The Oni Queen had Starboy just where she wanted him. Capable of holding himself up but far to vulnerable to pose a real threat to her in this moment. It gave her room to breath and show off a bit of her power by domineering over her opposition. Thankfully he was of a comparable size to her which made tossing him around relatively easy with a bit of elbow grease.

Her forearms clamped down on either side of the hero's head, fingers locked in tight between one another behind it. With a hard tug she jerked him upright, hugging the top of his head to the underside of her bosom. From here she had great control while keeping steady pressure and denying him much of a view of what was happening, unless he wanted to get a good idea of her measurements anyhow.

Slowly, steadily she drew them back towards the middle of the ring, purposely tugging him along roughly. It was interesting, though she was clearly the villain in this situation the crowd seemed to have as many cheers as they did jeers for her, an oddity to be sure. Now in place, she finally released the iron grip, raising her arms high while allowing him to still brace his weight against her, only to bring down her fists as one axe handle smash to bend his forward.

The Oni Queen wouldn't allow for Starboy to fall, not yet, not like this. No, she would try to arrest his trip to the canvas, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, pulling his head between the awaiting space between her legs. Her thighs would tighten around his head as she situated herself, bracing her footing.

With a primal yell she ripped Starboy up, flipping him up against his will up so he sat atop her shoulders, her fingers pulling at his trunks to maintain the grip. With a slow set of steps at first, she picked up her pace until she was running towards the corner. With another loud cry she attempted to hurl him up and off of her, sending him into the turnbuckles with a powerful bucklebomb in hopes to hang him up against the ropes to follow up with more punishment.

Starboy had to admit that this match was really serving some of the purposes he had intended it to. He was finally getting some precious airtime as the righteous hero challenging the villaneous girls of Tension to a proper combat, being the valiant fighter ready to face anyone who needed to be put in their place. And honestly, by now he had to also admit that he couldn't have wished for a better opponent for that purpose than the Oni Queen was. She was a true heel, living up to her character with an awesome outfit, giving constantly more reasons why she was a prime target for heroes to battle with.

It was just unfortunate that she was apparently also more than the brave rookie hero could chew.

And in true AFW fashion, she was not afraid of getting rather intimate while dealing with her opponents. That was something Starboy had to still get better used to. The villainess had already initiated a good crash course on the subject though, as was evidenced again by the way she was making the hero's journey towards the center of the ring a touch more pleasant one by pressing his head against her feminine assets. Obviously, she faced no resistance.

The gracious times were swiftly over though, as the Oni Queen's gauntlets smashed against the hero's body. It was truly a vicious blow, sending Starboy instantly bending forward. But the villainess was far from satisfied. Before Star knew it, his head was already pulled between her thighs again, which caused him to prepare for another daunting headscissor hold.

But little did the hero know. Suddenly the Oni Queen flipped and lifted him up, settling the flabbergasted hero sitting firmly on her shoulders.

Yes, this might have been the time to act. This might have been the time when he needed to fight back as hard as he could. But Starboy didn't. He was frozen. Frozen from terror.

He knew that in whatever way he was going to be coming down, it would not end up well for him. But even more frightening was the Oni Queen's strength. The villainess was apparently much stronger than the hero had assumed. And if she could do this to him, there was potential for a lot more if she enjoyed seeing heroes suffering.

The bucklebomb was a smashing success. Star felt like the impact almost literally broke his back, sending him dropping on his knees in the corner, his arms draped across the middle ropes, almost as if he was getting crucified. And it was already bad that he was wide open for anything the Oni Queen had in mind, but even worse was that based on what he was hearing, most of the crowds were by now getting excited to see the rookie hero in peril.

The Oni Queen's fingers clenched the edges of Starboy's bottoms, tugging them up and away, digging into the young man's bottom as she trudged forward. Step over step, she picked up speed like a freign train until she reached her destination. Jerking the boy up and off her shoulders, with a yell she slammed him down into the corner with crippling impact. The force was enough to lay out most opponents, Starboy wouldn't have anything to be ashamed of in that respect.

She leaned forward, huffing from the exertion, a small bit of sweat beading on her brow. Her lips curled into a smirk as she rose to her full height, backing away from her prey lodged up against the ropes. Sher rose her arms up high, looking around the arena as boos and cheers poured down upon her at the attempt to draw fanfare.

Kicking off the mat she dashed forward, charging to the vulnerable hero in the corner. Arms pumping, she was a runaway truck bearing down on her opponent. As she closed in, her heel dug in to pumply twist her around, pivoting at the ankle. She jumped backwards with the maintained momentum, attempting to drive her pump.backside into his head with a thunderous running hip attack.

If she landed her assault, her arms would snap out to the side to grasp for the top ropes, holding herself in place to keep from bouncing back after her butt bump. Her legs spread wide, she would present herself as a barrier between the hero and the rest of the ring, thrusting her hips forward to give him a brief breather to reel from her attack.

“Still feeling brave, hero?” The Oni Queen taunted with a fanged grin, looking back to Starboy from over her shoulder. She gave her backside a small playful wiggle before throwing her weight backwards, using the ropes for leverage as she attempted to pound his head backwards into the turnbuckles with repeated blows with her booty. If he was unable to escape her onslaught, the last one would press inward and hold itself over his face, trying to ropes him of air with a smother between her cheeks.