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

The bell rung and with it Harper had been declared the winner. The referee stepping in next to the pair and was about to raise Harper's arm, though seeing her start to seat herself up next to Michael they refrained for now. Michael on the other hand was slowly coming to right now, shaking his head very lightly....he blinked and the first time he did so he saw the arena lights which were a bit too bright from what he wanted to deal with right now.

Second thing though, there was a shade covering him, as he looked up to see the face of the slightly bigger blonde opponent he had just tussled with. A slight smile on his face as he would bring one hand up towards his head. Rubbing it as it was pounding with pain.

" L-let me guess, I lost? Hah.." Michael let out, it was a pretty clear guess, though the Swede all in all took it kinda lightheartedly for now.

Harper wasn’t let down by Micheal’s reaction, meeting his tired gaze with a light chuckle from her end. She didn’t know why exactly, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t be all that cut up about how tonight had gone down. He didn’t seem like the type to take this all too seriously. Had that look like a man staring at clouds for a living, watching the days drift by without a care in the world.

Something about that almost made her laugh, getting sucked into a warmer memory from back home. Her attention was split, however, when she noticed the referee kneel down beside Micheal, giving him a quick once over along with Harper. Her eyes wandered away for a moment from there, slowly becoming aware of the world around them. The crowd, the announcers, the lights still beaming down on them. Right. Should probably skedaddle.

Couldn’t leave without a proper thanks, though.

“Whaaaaale, dunno ‘bout all that. Might be lookin’ like a dead pig in sunshine to some folk.” Her mouth curled into a knowing smile as she tapped him on the shoulder. Pushing herself up to two feet, she leaned over and extended her hand out to the Swede. “Come on, now. I ain’t tryin' ta tote ya outta here."

Michael would look on at the blond who looked down on him, while losing was always a frustrating thing for someone like Michael who did this all for the fun of it, as long as he did his best he could take a defeat or two without trouble. After all, Harper was a tough girl, she'd fought fairly and that just meant she deserved this victory.

He would nod his head a bit, snapped out of looking up at Harper as the referee came and pat him, checking on him to make sure he was okay. Bringing up his hand to gently wave a little, " Yeah, I'm alright. No need to fret, aight?" Michael let out as he would then feel Harper pat on his shoulder. He'd watch as she rose up to a stand and then offered a hand down to her.

Michael didn't really hesitate, he clasped that hand tightly and would start to push himself up towards his feet with the help of Harper. As he got to a stand though, he felt a bit woozy, stumbling forward and into Harper for a second, pushing lightly against her before he'd back up. "Ah, sorry...might had a bit of a headache, haha." Michael joked.

Harper snickered at the bravado. Good to know that she didn’t hurt his sense of humor or nothing. Some boys liked to get all pissy about the idea of losing to a girl. Should have figured the people around Tension were different. Micheal was at least. As she brought him up to his feet, she silently hoped in the back of her mind that she ran into more opponents like him down the line.

For a second at least, because Micheal didn’t stay upright for too long. Harper gasped as the heavier Swede fell into her. Her tired muscles nearly struggled to keep both of them from tumbling over. Thankfully he pushed back up before it got to that point with that little “excuse” of his. Harper’s lips curled into a knowing little smile.

“That right? I got a fix for that.” The southern belle stepped forward and brought her hand around to the back of Micheal’s head. Getting up to her tippy toes, she pulled the scruffy blonde forward and planted a kiss on his forehead. She made it slow, letting the warmth sink in before she backed away. And she kept on going, not turning her back to Micheal as she neared the ropes and threw a wink his way. “We oughta go again sometime. Be seein’ you, pretty boy.”

With that, she rolled out of the ring and touched down on the apron, turning on the spot to make the walk up the ramp. She raised one arm over her head and gave it a nice stretch with the other, that playful smile still on her face as she reached the top and disappeared around the corner.

Standing on his unsteady legs the blond would see Harper step forward and brought her hands up to his head,  then she would feel her pull him forward and then plant a kiss on his forehead. It was a slow, soft and warm feeling kiss that made the young Northman blush just a little. He hadn't expected her to do that, after having his head almost caved in by knee strikes from the woman.

Though it felt nice regardless, he would then see her back away and then tell him that they should do this again some time. " For sure, what guy doesn't like being kneed in the head." Michael joked in a lighthearted manner as he nodded to Harper and threw her a smile. He watched her roll out of the ring and after a few moments she had left the arena. Michael would rub his head a little as he would soon do the same, leaving the ring. He had come up short in this match but Harper was a really cool girl...so he couldn't say that he minded it.

Winner: Harper Williams