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

Michael was trying to make his way towards the ropes, coughing as he pushed up to his hands and knees and sought to grab onto the comfort of those ropes. Though as he was crawling and making his way towards the ropes, Michael would feel the foot of Harper press down on his back before the pressure left.

Eyes widening...he then felt the force of the other boot bringing him down, the back of his head being forced down hastily as his head was then smashed forehead first into the canvas! " UUugh!" She grunted out sharply and loudly as her was curbstomped right into the canvas.

Arms going wide spread as he laid flat on his front on the canvas. His face practically painted on the white mat.

The crowd cheered when Harper came down with her stomp and she felt like cheering along with them.

Felt. But getting kicked in the side of the head was a good way to damper the enthusiasm just a teeny bit. Her confidence had wavered a bit in the face of Micheal’s agility. She had to be sure of herself, more focused, more aggressive if need be. Stomping his face into the floor may have been a bit above what was needed, but the results were nothing to frown about. Things had swung nicely back her way and there was no way in hell the southern beauty was gonna waste the time she had.

Harper fell safely onto her back after her strike landed, sitting quickly back up to see the Swede down for the count. The blonde crawled to Micheal’s side and pushed him onto his back, pressing her stomach against his chest as she stretched her body across his as best she could. The referee fell to their side straight away as Harper pressed down on Micheal’s arms with her hands and legs.

“ONE!”

Michael looked to be out of it right now, face down against the canvas as his arms were spread, groaning softly as he was rolled over onto his back by Harper who started to move on top of him.

Pinning him down as her fit frame laid down across his chest and shoulders, pinning Michael down. The young Northman released another groan as her weight pressed down on him.

The referee moving in and started the count.

" One!...."

There was no movement from Michael.

"Two!..."

The young blond began to stir.

The hand of the referee went up again and she brought it down, but right before it hit Michael's body would by instinct arch up and bridge! Breaking the pin, as the referee would hastily have to move their hands up to show that it was only a two count.

Micheal was done. Harper felt that in her gut. She’d hit men with that same maneuver before - bigger, tougher, older men - and they all had the luxury of seeing it coming at least. None of them were good enough for a ten count afterward let alone a quick pinfall. When his head banged against the floor and the southern belle felt that crisp feedback on the underside of her boot, she knew she had it in the bag. She went with a wide pin, her stomach flat over his chest, and just waited for the ‘One!’, ‘Two!’ -

“Tha hell?!” Harper’s eyes shot wide as she was suddenly bucked off with a quick thrust of the Swede’s body, rolling off his head and landing flat on her rear. She sat up and shook her head in a disorienting mix of disbelief and fatigue. Her hand came up to wipe the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, draping her bangs back for a moment they fell carelessly over her eyes. How did he kick back after that? She let out a chuckle as she looked down at Micheal.

“Tough nut, aintcha?” Harper crawled her way over and grabbed Micheal by the shoulders, flipping onto his stomach. She’d lean over and snake her arms around Micheal’s waist, raising him up to expose his head as she locked in her Scorpion Hold. “Ain't no fuss. More than one way ta’ crack ‘em.”

With that, Harper would fire off one knee after another straight into Micheal’s head, knocking his cranium between her striking knee and the floor. Her aim was to wear him out a bit more, but she wouldn’t complain over a knockout at this point.

Things were not looking good at all for Michael at this point. He was groggy as hell, that curb stomp had left him in a massive daze and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to clear his head in time to get back into the action.

He had kicked out from the pin with what little awareness that he had going for him at the moment, and while the crowd were impressed and from the looks of it Harper as well. It wasn't going to help him much at the moment.

Harper rolled him over onto his front soon enough and took a hold of his waist, struggling up to his knees as he was forced to be in a sort of crouched position. Harper soon smacked him in the head with a brutal knee! She really was looking to crack his head open from the locks of it!

The first knee caused his senses to spiral, the second made his mind fuzzy, but he was still coherent enough to figure out what he should do. His arms moved up and around his head! Trying to protect it from further knee strikes as Harper just kept them coming. Strike after strike rocked his head and put a serious hurt on his arms, it wasn't long before he would start to feel a slight numbness in his limbs as those knee strikes just continued.

“Keep fightin’, I’mma hitcha harder!”

Not that Harper didn’t admire the resistance he was putting up. After all the punishment he’d been taking up to now, the southern belle totally expected him to drop dead after a few good hits in on the noggin. But not now. He kept his head down, his guard up as best he could. It was impressive. Pretty hot, too. Micheal was making a really good case for the kind of competition she could expect from a tried and true man of Tension.

She was still going to beat him into paste, but there was respect there too. Earned respect.

Holding out worked well for him. The Scorpion Hold looked bad from the outside, but it had its problems, took a lot of effort to keep going. His arms weren’t going to fall anytime soon and her leg was getting pretty tired. She needed something bigger to break through his little wall and she had just the idea.

Harper tightened up on the lock around his waist, pressing his back firmly up against her toned frame. Before he had time to enjoy it, she’d move to hoist him up off the ground, dangling upside down with knees across her shoulders. Assuming the Swede didn’t put up a proper fight, she’d be in the perfect position to plant him with the decisive blow: a cold and classic piledriver.

Michael's arms were going numb from the sheer pain that the Scorpion hold that Harper locked her in, slamming her knee over and over into those arms and the impact was rocking his skull just as well, not as much as it would have should she had been hitting him in the head solely without his arms to dull the impact. Though it was enough to cause his vision to start to become a bit blurry.

After surviving the onslaught of knee strikes to his skull for a fair while, it seemed as if Harper had another move in mind, as she rose up towards her feet and hauled Michael's body up off of the canvas! Holding him upside down with his back pressed against her front. Arms dangling a bit for a few seconds, too numb to be brought to try and pry those arms off of him...

It was too late to even think about anything though, as he was suddenly slammed head first into the canvas! "NNngh!" Michael grunted out, his body going stiff as a nail for a moment, before he suddenly flopped down onto his front, his body having turned into a lifeless husk as it bounced on the canvas before falling still, the only sign of movement being his breathing.

The audience was easily the best part about this for Harper.

The hidden possibility of her little hold never struck people on the head until it was already happening. Like they were a few seconds ago, everyone thought all Micheal had to do was hold out. There were only so many strikes she could throw, only so long she could keep him down like this before he had a chance to retaliate. But then the gears started to turn as she lifted her opponent up and everyone started seeing what she was going for, quickly putting the pieces together in their heads, and it was practical pandemonium.

She’d always wanted to see the kind of reaction this would get in a place like this. The southern belle wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. His head came down with a hard crash to the canvas and no sooner after that did the Swede’s body fall flat against the canvas. Half the crowd was stunned for half a moment before they quickly joined the rest of the half in a rancorous cheer to the backyard brawler.

Harper sat back for a moment, letting out a quick breath as she wiped a thick veil of sweat from between her brows. A contented, if tired smile stretched across her lips as she crawled over and flipped Michael onto his back. Reaching over, Harper hooked his leg and wedged her forearm against his firm chest. She pressed their bodies as close as possible, denying the Swede even an inch of space once the official slid between them and counted the seconds away.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

There was little that Michael was feeling at the moment, except for a bit of weight pressing down on top of his chest, forcing him down, the soft and hard places of Harper pushing him down into the canvas as closely as possible.

Had his senses been more...present at the time, he might have actually found this feeling a bit nice. Though at the moment he didn't have much in the realms of proper consciousness. Meaning the referee had an easy time getting to the two count, and then raising their hand up once more and slapping it into the canvas whilst shouting out the final count at the top of their breath.

" THREE!!!"

The bell was quick to follow as the crowd erupted into cheers for the performance that the two young Tension wrestles had performed. Michael only now started to show slight signs of life, releasing an exasperated groan and rocking his head a little from left to right.

Done and done.

There was plenty of anticipation in the air that Micheal was going to kick out from the very last moment and deny the southern belle a hard-earned victory. The few with a more analytical pair of eyes could see the difference though between this pin and the one given only some moments ago. Larger breaths, duller movements, slackened muscles. Harper’s remarkable power had done a number on her opponent’s condition. He was down for the count.

A solid one, two, three.

Harper slipped her arm out from under the Swede’s legs and let them fall back to the floor as she pushed off him, sitting upright with a sigh of relief between her lips. Her upper-body was stained with a thin veil of sweat that slowly rolled off her shoulders and dripped from chin. She ran a hand back through her hair and looked down at the blonde boy with a slight grin, chuckling a bit to herself as he seemed to be slowly getting his senses back. She didn’t think she’d hit him quite that hard, but the feeling was pretty mutual if it was all fair to him.

The southern belle shifted her legs a bit. She took her butt off the floor and tucked her legs under her, sitting on her knees with hand to her hip and the other at her thigh. She leaned over and brought her head over Micheal’s, catching the light in his eyes as he blinked his way back to life.

“How ya doin’?”