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

Michael would rise up after that shining wizard kick to the side of her head, watching Harper start to roll out of the ring, her would bounce on his feet a little. Having learned the hard way that he couldn't let up against a foe such as her. The youngest Northman would take to a run, aiming to charge right towards the busty blond who was rolling away!

Trying to come in and smack her right in her back as she was just about to roll out of the ring, with a sliding baseball kick! Trying to drive her out of the ring that final stretch and in return give her a good kick to the back. Dropping down onto his feet outside of the ring right after.

This was all on her, in hindsight. Her daddy had always warned Harper about playing with her food. Guess this was her just desserts. Maybe it was this arena atmosphere getting to her, the cheer of the crowd and the shine of the spotlights. It was way different from the darkened barn and mats she usually rolled around in. She shoulda just gone with the headbutt straight off.

Her mind wouldn’t let her think too much on past mistakes, though. And neither would Michael, as it turned out. She thought she’d had some distance on him, but the blonde speedster matched her just in time as she rolled out of the ring. The young belle let out a shocked gasp as her body overshot the edge, kicked out by Michael's dive, letting her fall with a hard crash to the unpadded floor below. She rolled onto her back, clutching her elbow and arching her spine slightly, tending to the pained areas as best she could.

Her head hadn’t been holding up a second ago, and it definitely wasn’t now. She kept to the floor, hoping for a second of breathing room to make sense of things again.

Michael kicked out the woman straight out of the ring and sent her down onto her side on the barley padded floor outside of the ring. Grabbing onto the ropes before he landed outside of the ring. Quickly pulling himself up to the apron as he would stand there for a moment!

The young Northman would quickly turn and run towards the turnbuckle, climbing up on top of it as he faced the outside area of the ring! Awaiting the rise of Harper! Readying himself to try and jump up and dive down towards Harper!

Aiming to hit her just as she got up onto her feet with a plancha! Aiming to flatten her down against the barley padded floor! Hoping to nail her and keep the momentum he had built up now going!

“Gah...frickin’ crap…”

Harper was slow and dizzy to rise back to her feet for the most part, thanks in no small part to her bad elbow that felt all stiff now. Hated that feeling. Lots of folks would probably say it wasn’t very classy to hit a lady in the back, but Harper couldn’t help but snicker at it, rolling her shoulder a bit as she pushed herself up. “Really ain’t givin’ me no guff, huh?”

Once she was back on two feet, her eyes snapped back towards the ring to see if Michael was taking after her. Her blue eyes went wide for a moment, finding no one there. Her head turned left and right, growing more anxious as the audience roused to life around her. By the time it occurred to her to glance up, the Swedish flyer was only a inch away from her face.

Their chests smacked together and Harper fell back harshly toward the ground, the back of her head slamming against the non-padded floor. Michael's weight pinned her body down. She groaned and ached on the ground, unable to tell up from down.

Michael took to the sky as he flew through the air, down towards the fellow blond as he smashed right into her, his body crashing into the body of Harper as she fell harshly down onto the floor, with Michael's weight coming down on top, flattening her underneath. He grunted out as well upon impact, as he would land on top of her, placing his hands and knees on the floor, pushing himself up to his knees.

Looking over the beautiful woman beneath her, she would try and lift the woman up. Guiding her up towards her feet, and try and keep guiding her by her arm. Michael would then suddenly trying to launch her off towards the side of the ring! Trying to Irish Whip her straight into the ring apron.

Harper would take fists and hooks all day. Getting kicked in the gut was about as normal to her as cutting the wheat every morning. Her body was tough and it was the kind of fighting she was used to. She’d been managing through each match up to now on the back of that. If this ring was nothing but tarmac, it’d be a different story.

Micheal, though, seemed like he was a proper wrestler, through and through. He made better use of the ring than her and had the speed to make the difference. Don’t think he even punched her once yet. First for a mixed fight.

It was kind of gentlemanly in a funny way.

The young belle groaned as Michael was forced upright, unable to fully stop herself from being thrown up against the corner of arpon. She met the ring with a smack, forcing her to lean against the side with a hand to her chest. To anyone watching, it seemed like she could do little more than bide her time and wait to get some air back into her lungs. But Harper kept her ears open, and the second she felt Michael was close enough, she’d spin around and swing her first wide, aiming to smash the Swedish flyer upside his head.

Michael sent the beautiful blond running straight into the apron as he threw her into the the side of the ring with an Irish Whip. The young Northman would nod and then try and head right up towards Harper. He had the intention of moving in and grabbing a hold of Harper to try and haul her back into the ring.

Though it seemed as if Harper was ready for him, as Michael went in close to try and take a hold of her, the blond spun around and threw a smashing forearm right into the face of the young Northman! " Uughn!" He grunted out as he was forced to stagger back a step, shaking his head as he would bring his arms up to try and protect himself from further strikes, as he expected Harper to start to try and lay into him with strikes now that she got one off.

Girl had to trust her instincts.

Harper always kept an ear close to the ground. Couldn’t get a bug past her without her noticing. Michael had given her some hard knocks, but it weren’t nothing she wasn’t used to. Her back fist landed flush and she gave the slightest smirk.

She pushed off the ring and dashed to Michael's side, bringing the pressure right to him whether he liked it or not. A hook came in high and another came in low, one roaring down from above in a wide overhand shot to smash Micheal down, the other a swift uppercut to meet his face on the way down and dump him flat on his back. Simple, but effective. Her blonde hair whipped behind her as she rushed. Her muscles flared and her sweat flew from her body with each haymaker.

Aw yeah. This was more her speed.

Michael had been forced to stagger back away from Haper as she smacked him right in the face, grunting out a little as he tried to quickly bring his arms up into a solid guard...but when you were reeling that wasn't exactly and easy feat to accomplish!

His arms moved up a bit to slow to be able to block the first incoming strike, which hammered him down, then he was uppercuted right back up again! Already on unsteady and retreating feet that send him flying back and crashing down onto his back groaning as her brought his hand up to hold his chin, moving his jaw a bit as he had just been hammered down by the blond beauty.

Harper took a second to shake her hand out after Michael was on his back. She was used to doing this with some gauze wrapped around her knuckles. Not exactly pro-quality stuff, but they were better than nothing. Knocking the Swede’s head senseless had just so happened to remind her of that.

She clenched and unclenched her hand a couple of times before huffing some tense air from her cheeks. The southern belle stepped over Micheal and knelt down over his waist.

“Feelin’ sore, Mikey?” She reached out and grabbed the arm nursing his jaw. “C’mere. Less have a looksie…”

She started pulling Michael upright, only to him straight with a headbutt the second he was close enough. Assuming she managed that, Harper would let him fall right back on his back again. She loved making use of her hard noggin, and she kinda wanted to see how bad she could make that headache.