Michael Northman Vs. Harper Williams: The Brave and the blond

Standard Match

Rules: Standard
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or K.O.
Attire: Standard

Spoiler:

Well, the match against Ami hadn't exactly gone the way that Michael had planned, though he had gone up against a former Tension World Champion, so perhaps he should have expected to come out as the loser, he still felt as if he did rather good, especially against someone who had fought his older sister a few times....fairly evenly as well. Now was the time for a new match though, he didn't know much about tonights opponent unlike last time he had a match planned here in Tension.

Tonight he was facing off against someone by the name of Harper Williams, all he knew was that she'd apparently squared off against his oldest sister's lover or something along those lines. Though he didn't know who had come out on top. Michael would splash a bit of water on his hair as her ruffled it up, getting himself ready for the match and cooling himself off a little. Removing his jacket, before he headed off towards the Gorilla Position...all he could really do tonight was go out and do his best.

The Swede would wait until his music would start to play out of the speakers, the high paced rock music getting the crowd going as the youngest Northman would make his way down the ramp, moving in between the crowd and giving them high fives as he would move down towards the ring. He would climb in and get up to a stand walking around the ring as he would head up towards the corner and then climb it, waving towards the crowd a little before he jumped down and would get to the center of the ring, bouncing on his feet, as usual he was full of energy and ready to rumble!

Northman. Nnnnnnnnnnooooooorrttttthhhhhhhman.

Why did that name sound familiar?

Harper couldn’t exactly piece the connection together. It was the only real thing that was bothering her as she got herself ready in the locker rooms. There was something about it that she couldn’t quite place.

It wasn’t like it had been too long since she last stepped into the ring either. From what she could tell, she was getting a lot more action than the typical Tension newbie tended to get. A lot of them were flashes in the pan, one trick ponies that lost their luster pretty quick. Looked like management hadn’t got tired of her yet though. Her last match had gone pretty well. Karina was a dangerous woman, gave her as good as she got. It was fun as hell, and it seemed like the fans agreed. Just a week later, and she was up for another round.

So why was she having such a hard time with this?

She tried not to let it bother herself too much, though. She was up for another win tonight and that meant giving it one-hundred percent. Harper fitted herself into her ring gear and was filling the time with some last minute stretches before she got ready to rock and roll. She didn’t have much to go on about her opponent except for that curious last name and the fact he’d faced a former champ before this. They just kept throwing these hard-hitters at her, huh?

Well, set ‘em up and she’ll knock em down.

Harper Williams:

Theme Music:

A minute later, her theme music came kicking in. From the top of the ramp, Harper came charging out through the stage lights. She pumped her fists high into the air as she walked, her ample chest swaying with every stride. Her beaming, white smile flashed as she made her way down to the ring, slipped in from underneath the bottom rope and kicked up to two feet. With a slow, confident walk to the center of the ring, she could finally get a look at her opponent.

She wasn’t too impressed by what she saw, but not unimpressed either. He wasn’t the bulkiest guy in the business, and she was pretty sure they were the same height.  Didn’t really cut the image of the big and bad wrestlers Tension was known for. The kind Harper wanted to get in scraps with the most.

Kinda cute, though. So all in all, she couldn’t complain. Guess it was just up to Mr. Northman to prove her wrong. “Howdy.” She punched her hands together and cracked her knuckles, a knowing smile on her lips. “Heard you and the mat were goin’ through a rut. How's 'bout I get y'all reacquainted?"

Michael would nod his head as he looked up at the ramp, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. What he saw come out in that energetic fashion out of the curtains as she kicked her way out onto the ramp. The Swede would look on, watching his opponent make her way down towards the ring.

The closer she got to the squared circle the more clear it was starting to become, his opponent like many women here in AFW was a damn knockout, though this was the first overtly busty blond he had come in contact with. He would smile and nod his head, as he decided to start to walk up towards the woman. When she punched her hands, he would look on for a second, and then move in closer again.

Extending his right hand out, he would smile at her. " That's a clever line there. Michael, pleasure to meet you. Or should that be, pleasure to beat you?" The young Northman said with a little chuckle following his half-cocky line.

Harper couldn’t resist the little snicker that wormed its way out alongside Michael’s chuckle. He didn’t lack for confidence, didn’t seem the slightest bit put off by having to fight in a world-class arena with millions of people watching. Friendly. Formal. Cute. Not much to hate so far.

But first impressions were just that. The Swede could throw friendly jabs all he wanted. What it really came down to for Harper was whether or not he could deliver the goods. He was technically the veteran between them. Even was around...ugh, Drake’s size, there was an experience gap she had to account for now. Could be tricky.

But if Harper was worried about any of that, she didn’t show it. She kept her smile friendly, putting a hand on her hip and extending the other out. “Pleasure is all mine, pretty boy.” She shook his hand, shooting him a wink. “Harper J. Williams. Ain’t a bad idea ta’ remember that when I got ya tappin’.”

The official raised her hand for the bell. Harper shifted back and dipped low, raising her hands high for a lock-up. Michael didn’t look weak, but she’d messed around with bigger guys before. “Don’t be shakin’ in yer boots now. I ain’t gonna bite...yet~...”

Michael took a hold of Harper's extended arm as he would hsake it and get the same of the pretty figure before her. Feeling about odd about being called pretty boy though, she would nod his head and smile at the beautiful blond. I'll commit it to memory, we'll...looks as if you're already planning more matches between us though, as I'm pinning you down in this one." Michael bantered back to the busty opponent of his.

The bell soon rang and the two of them back off against each other, as Michael would spread his stance a little. Arms raising up as he would start to inch around, trying to circle Harper. " I'm gonna take that as a cautionary warning..." Michale said as he released a nervous chuckle at the biting remark, before he would push forward and attempt to go at Harper, looking to start a lock up and begin to try and push the pretty woman back.

Harper snickered back at Michael, raising her hands and circling around him with a tinge of excitement lingering in her eyes. She liked the look he was putting on, cool as a cat. Back home she mostly tangled with were either drifters, drunks, or some combination of that. People looking to fill their wallets and clear their tabs. That wasn’t the case around here, as she was slowly finding out.

See how long that lasts once she had him beat on the floor.

They locked together with a tight clash as Harper was forced back a couple steps before she buckled down, killing that momentum where it stood. Her opponent had done this rodeo plenty of times, clearly. But he hadn’t tangoed with Harper Williams before. She smirked back and took a strong step forward, trying to get the Swede back on the defensive for a moment. The second she had that window, she’d unlatch her left hand and spring forward, attempting to hook an arm around his head and yank up against her chest with a tight side headlock.

Michael was able to force the beautiful blond backwards, as she would suddenly bring back power against the youngest Northman, forcing Michael backwards, the Swede would grunt out as he was quickly made aware of how powerful Harper Williams was.

Suddenly the Swede would feel how his opponent wrapped her arm around his head and yanked the young Northman into that side headlock, forcing his face right up against the side of that generous chest. His hands quickly went to her hips, grunting out a little as a faint blush would appear on his cheeks.

" Oft...o-okay...that's how you want to play things?" Michael asked as he would try and move his hands down lower, trying to grab at the shins of Harper's legs and then try and yank those legs out from under her, trying to drop her down onto her front by tripping her up.

Harper didn’t really know how to feel about her breasts. Yeah, they were...there. No real gettin’ around that. For a while, she didn’t think much about it. Still didn't really. But the more she got into scrapes, the more she started seeing some patterns, picking up on signals that weren’t there before. They were probably a good thing speaking strategy-wise, made for a good distraction. But at the same time, she did like it when her opponent’s head was in the fight, when all of their attention was on her, not...other things.

Had to admit they could be good for a laugh, though. She could hear a bit of the fluster in Micheal’s voice after she pulled him in. Reminded her of the boys she used to wrestle with back home. “Yup! Sure is!” She chuckled, giving the headlock another jerk. “But hey, if y’all are feeling too cumbersome-like, you can always give-” All of a sudden, Harper’s legs were brought out from under her with one quick jerk. She gasped and let go of the headlock as she fell forward, barely able to brace herself in time before she crashed onto the floor. Slick.

She rolled onto her side, shaking her head a bit as she looked up at the Swede through one eye. “You little…” Harper brought her leg back and would go to shoot a swift kick to the back of Micheal’s legs, hoping to catch him unawares with a clean sweep kick.

Michael was a bit flustered at the moment as he was literally getting a facefull of side boob, which had him blushing a bit, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to do his hardest to give Harper a run for her money and then some. He took a hold of her legs and then swept her right out off of her feet, making her fall flat on her face and generous chest.

The young Swede would rise up and look down at Harper as she rolled over onto her side, before she would try and kick out her leg in that sweep. The speedy Michael though, quickly reacted by trying to jump up and avoid the sweeping leg.

If he was able to, he would then try and step up next to the woman and try to drop down to drive his elbow into her upturned stomach, trying to drive the air out of her lungs and batter those abs a little.

Full transparency, she was just putting him the side headlock to control him. The...bonuses of that only came to her attention after she did it, but hey, if it threw Michael off of his game, she couldn’t exactly complain about that could she?

Only it didn’t. Not really.

She ended on her face in an instant, and the outback girl had no qualms about making that frustration known. She threw as swift a quick as she could manage right to Micheal’s legs. The trick was to aim for the back of the knees, dig the toes in there. It had put bigger men right on their butt, she could easily do the same thing to the Swede once it connected.

Only it didn’t. Again.

Harper had to stop and right herself after her kick missed, still confused for half a moment as to what even happened. But half a moment was all Micheal needed. She turned her head to meet him and found an elbow to her stomach waiting for her. She jackknifed and she gripped her gut immediately after, taking it about as well as expected while her chest did some interesting things. She rolled away once to make some distance, trying to stand up before her opponent followed up.