Let's Play Vs King and Twilight of the AFW Host Club

Noomi’s backside had done its job well, sending Casper to the ringside floor. It had been a good idea on paper, but in practice… she looked at herself, wedged awkwardly between the top and bottom ropes, her rump hanging outside the ring with her skirts pulled back from the ropes. Another unfortunate panty shot, unless you were one of the many people in the front roll on that side of the ring who overtly snapped a few photos with their phones. She squirmed herself free, flopping backside first to the mat. Vincent was of no concern to her, not even noticing he had slipped from the ring. She dropped to her back and rolled outside in pursuit of Casper while she finally had him in her grasp again. Noomi made her way to Casper, trying to stamp a boot down on his chest to pin him to the ground.

Valentina had whistled, she had waved, she had all but called Noomi’s name to signal her to come tag her. All she could do was grumble as her partner ignored her completely, acting irrationally in pursuit of Casper. Vincent moving to the outside wasn't good and she didn't think her partner even saw him do it, like the snake he was. Taking a small hop back she dropped to the floor and started to trudge herself around the outside of the ring. Noomi was ripe for being double-teamed and she would have to make sure it didn't happen, or she took vengeance for it.

Casper was in a bad way and he knew it. His back was aching as he laid there gasping for air flailing as the pain shocked through him. The good news was that his back didn’t feel broken unlike his pride, it just hurt like a bitch, and would probably be sporting a nasty bruise tomorrow.  Anyway, he knew that if he didn’t do something to turn the tide of this match, and soon, both of them would be leaving with broken egos.


Casper attempted to rise only to be met with Noomi standing over him with fury in her eyes. "I don't suppose you want to kiss and make up?" The young man chuckled to himself feeling her boot dig into his bare chest.

On the other side of the ring Vincent had brought himself a little time, still managing to stay up on one knee while Casper took the brunt of her assault Twilight continued to rub sensation back in his face as he slowly closing the distance between them.

"Get away from him!" Vincent roared launching himself toward the pigtailed princess attempting to Irish whip her into the ring.

Noting the ref had started her count "1.....2......3...-"

Loom looked over Casper, her heel slowly grinding into his chest. She was backlit by the high arena lights casting most of her features in a dark foreboding shadow that made her appear far more sinister. Her head slowly tilted to the side as she stared down at him, a smirk playing across her lips when he mentioned a kiss. She pressed a balled fist into an open hand, grinding her knuckles in a silent threat. “Oh, I have another kiss right here… forget make up, start thinking about make out… as in how are they going to make out who you are when I am done with you!”

Just as she began to lean down to exact her revenge, her head shot up, looking back to the shouting man that was coming at her. Catching her by surprise, he was able to grab hold of her arm and shoulder, whirling her about to send her stumbling towards the ring with an Irish whip. She awkwardly crashed against the apron, narrowly avoiding colliding with the ring post itself. It was still like running into a wall, splatting her up against the hard corner of the ring, leaving her to tumble onto her back sprawled out.