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

Throwing elbow after elbow down against the beautiful woman who had him so tightly locked up, it looked as if it was working. She was starting to loosen up her hold little by little and that was just what the young Swede wanted, he continued to struggle and squirm in the hold.

It seemed as if she was starting to release him! though not in the way that he wanted, feeling the boot of Harper upon his back he was soon launched forward and off of her, falling down onto his front and groaning out. Coughing out as he would start to rub his neck a little and begin to rise up towards his hands and knees.

Shaking that head a little, he would start to push up little by little, attempting to rise up towards his feet once again.

Retreating wasn’t something that came natural to Harper, but she wasn’t without her common sense when it came time to throw down. Taking too many blows in her side like that wouldn’t do her any favors, especially if she started cramping up after. Michael earned his freedom, but she’d make sure it cost him all the same.

She was able to keep him on his front for a moment longer thanks to her little kick-up off his back there. When she rolled backward onto her feet, Harper was happy to see that the Swede hadn’t managed to bring his chest quite off the ground yet. She popped up to two feet as he started to rise, quickly trying to drum up some approaches in her head. There were a lot that came to her, but she wanted to be quick on her feet and hopefully knock some air out of this nimble buster.

Harper took off running straight after him as he got to all fours. She reeled her foot back on the last step and swung it forward, aiming to kick the handsome Northman right in his side with a clean strike to the ribs.

Starting to push himself up after freeing himself from that sleeper hold, he shook his head a little and tried to clear the cobwebs, things had started to take a pretty bad turn for him in this match. He had expected Harper to be tough, but maybe she was even a bit more so than he had first thought.

The young Swede would push up little by little, and then when he managed to get up onto his knees, he took a harsh kick to his side! "Aarrgh!" He grunted out, as the pain set in against his ribs. Wincing out as he would recoil a bit from the hit, arms wrapping around his side to protect it from further abuse.

The smack of flesh was a common sound for Harper. She’d heard it more than enough times to count, both from herself and when it’d happened to others, and it always meant the same thing: direct hit. Sure enough, when she turned on the spot, she’d found the Swede hunched on his knees, taking care of his aching side. She flashed him a toothy grin, one that caught the glint of the stage lights as she approached him.

“Aw, yer all right!” There wasn’t even an attempt to hid the mocking tone in her voice, but if Michael hadn’t picked up on that, he was sure to get the message soon enough.

The young belle rushed up to his his side and stepped behind the recovering Northman. Since he was nice enough to leave them out for her, Harper reached her arms around his sides and grabbed each of his arms, crossing them in an ‘X’ over his waist. Reeling back and bringing Micheal tight against her front, Harper would buck forward and swing back, throwing the handsome blonde up and over her with a straightjacket suplex.

Michael would shake his head a little at the words of the beautiful blond, as she stepped in and took a hold of his arms, wrapping him up with his own arm by crossing them against his own body. The Swede would shake his head and soon feel how he was being lifted up to his feet.

Lifted up off of his feet next as he was thrown backwards and hit the canvas shoulders first with a good thud! "Urgh!" Michael grunted out from the heavy slam as her slumped up, legs folding over himself and folding him up in half!

Scratch one off the bucket list. Harper had been wanting to do that one for a while. She’d heard it could be pretty devastating to someone taking it off guard, and the proof was in the pudding. Harper rolled off to the side and saw Michael doubled over, legs above his head and barely moving. Nice view, had to admit. It was tempting to go straight for the pin, but her intuition told her the Swede wasn’t down for the count just yet. She’d need to sap some of that energy first, and she already had one idea in mind...

Though, it’d be alot more fun if he saw it coming first.

With a sly grin, Harper pulled Michael’s legs back up from the ground, letting them flop down to the floor and leaving him splayed out. A glint shone in her eye as she crawled on top of him, straddling his midsection and pressing her hands to his shoulders. Slowly, she lowered her head down, bringing their faces close together, noses barely an inch apart. A few whistles from the crowd reached her ear. “Ay, pretty boy.” She gave him a quick smack on the cheek. “Still kickin’ about?”

Michael was reeling a bit right now, Harper was really letting him have it, though right now it looked as if she was about to slow the pace down a little bit. Pushing the blond Swede down onto his back and then she moved up to straddle his midsection. Eyes fluttering open as he would be awaken with the lovely sight of Harper's face.

That smack to his cheek certainly woke him up, as he would look up at her, wincing out a bit from the strike to his face. " Uugh....well at least I got to hear I'm pretty." Michael let out. With, Harper so close, the young Swede would take a bit of a drastic action as he would attempt to grab at her shoulders, before trying to launch his head up and smack his forehead right into hers! Going for a surprise headbutt!

“Prettier up close.”

Had Harper flirted before? She guessed not consciously. It was more like she just had this very fun habit of letting her body move on its own and not letting her mind in on the conversation. And her mouth was part of her body so...yeah. It could be a fun little relationship, not that Michael seemed to mind one bit.

That wasn’t to say she did this without a plan, of course. It just required Micheal being awake first for it to happen. As soon as she saw those golden eyes of his, she’d smile back, take things nice and slow, make him feel right at home, then reel her head back and-

That was about as far as she got in her thought process before Michael's skull rudely interrupted her with a nasty crack. The Swede managed to keep one step ahead of her, nailing her with a quick but clean headbutt that left Harper to cry out and fall weakly on her back. She stirred at his side, groaning and trying to numb the throbbing in her head. “Awwww man.” She groaned, rubbing her forehead. “You’s a slippery bastard…”

Michael was quick on thinking at the very least, and was so as he bucked up and drove his forehead right up into the pretty face of Harper, smacking her head back and giving him enough of a room to crawl away and out from under the busty blond. Getting up towards his knees as he would look over at Harper. Hearing her words, the young Northman would let out a soft chuckle.

" Hah, I can't make it easy for you, now can I?" The young blond asked as he would get up to his feet, crouching lower a bit as he would bend his legs. Waiting for a few moments as she would look on at the busty blond. Just waiting for a chance, looking for her to start to rise before he would dash towards her at full speed!

Aiming to come in and strike her right in the forehead with a quick shining wizard! Trying to get back in control of this match!

Shoot. Pretty boy had a hard head. Had to give him credit for knowing how to use it. Harper had to wonder if he read her own mind a bit there. Wasn’t like she had dibs on the headbutt or anything, but maybe the two of them were more in tune than she thought. She rubbed her forehead as she came up to her side, thinking on a good comeback.

It wasn’t gonna keep her down, though, and it didn’t even surprise her that Michael was already back on his feet. He was gonna throw something at her, and she did her best to ready for it as she started to push herself up. Her knees were barely off the ground when the Swede’s kick came cutting in from the side. Her arm came up on instinct to block it, but the power was still enough to knock her back down onto her side, rattling her head on a dime.

A wave of nausea washed over her as her headache was knocked right back into the scrambled bits they just climbed out of. She rolled off to the side and beneath the ropes, letting her feet hit the apron to find some time to recover.