Cyber Saturday 2024 - John Carnaby vs Cami Brumwell

1. Match type: Tables Match
Victory conditions: Victory can be achieved only by putting an opposing wrestler through a table.

John Carnaby was a name that was well known within Tension there, being the loyal dogsbody to the Paragon Ryan Knight there and also being a former title holder in his own right having held tag belt gold in the past. Since then he'd been keeping active in the ring and also out of it, with the help of his delightful blue muse Koto that taught him more things than he'd ever known in more ways than one. They also had another in their lives now too, a delightful gym of a dancer called Joon which came out of a beautiful little warren that they shared one night. Since then it'd been a wild ride that involved a lot of bunny themed ideas being made, a place for an apparent dojo getting made and then some.

However things took an even more wild turn when Ryan came to John with a request, to take part in a match whereupon he could be a possible number one contender for the Tension world title.....John had asked why the Paragon hadn't taken it upon himself to begin with. Ryan simply patted John on the shoulder and said "After all you've done for me my friend, it'd be selfish of me to not grant you that."

So now here the artist was, getting ready for his upcoming shot at glory! John had put himself through an extremely arduous regime, every minute he was awake was planning for this match. He knew little of his opponent however, but wasn't fazed. Because he was preparing in his locker room in a.......rather unique way.

That way being that his two lovely muses were.......sitting on his face, both on their knees with his face engulfed between them. All that could be seen of John's head was a tuft of his hair there as he lightly moaned and groaned into their plush butt cheeks as they facesat him. This was a more regular occurrence than one might expect, it was actually a way that he usually started the day with one of his gems doing so to him as a sort of alarm clock. It became a game of sorts where John would try to awaken early to see if he could beat them in this game with a big morning cuddle.

Already he was testing his stamina there, holding onto the girls for dear life to make sure he was still conscious there and able to compete. Murmured whispers of what might happen should he win or lose swam into his ears enticing him to further victory. Eventually the staff member knocked on his door and peeked in, only for her to then swiftly closed the door and yell it was time for him to go to the ring!

After being freed from the muse lock that Koto and Joon had on him there John took in several deep breaths of air, before then giving a big smile as he swiftly stood up and got both of them into a big hug and said "Alright, lets get this done. I'm gonna put that poor fool through a table and we'll all be off to our......domain later......" after giving both girls a peck on the cheek John would then gleefully sprint out the door and to the entrance ramp........

His theme song, Duomo Di Sirio barely started to play yet John was already sprinting down towards the ring! He was wasting no time getting there, like he had a jammed turbo button on his controller ensuring he was going at there Ultimate Warrior style! John then slid into the ring and stood at his corner there bouncing from side to side as he couldn't wait to get this underway!

It wasn't much of a surprise really, a cheerleader was there to cheer the team up before a big game (No kidding) and the figure of the muse was a representation of artistic enlightment and motivation. Such was the way it did, so the two girls came here tonight to make company to their champion, who was about to reclaim the title once more, and what started as some pep-talk and bonding, evolved into... The situation at hand.

"134~ 135~ Come on.. you can go for another full minute~"

"Try your best~ Try your best~"

While the two of them rolled his head between their curvy hips, covered only by the tiniest of thongs, they were making sure to keep a firm grip on his features with their convined cheeks, just to ensure that John would't get the chance to breath in there, it was after all, some training for the big match. All pleasure aside, they needed to make it get some sense in it as well, even if they couldn't help butt to giggle and grind a bit from the sensation.

Time came though, and when the attendant made it clear that his time was up, Kotone and Joon gave 5 seconds more in which they grinded their rears together against him, just so he can remember them for a bit more~ and then they got up. They listened to his preasured promise, and before he left, they waved and returned their encouragement.

"Give'em hell!"

"We'll be around~"

The two of them got dressed and quickly made it to the crowd that attended the match, making good on their promises and being close to see their darling's big moment.

Backstage, Cami Brumwell pulled on her ring attire, the tight, form fitting leotard snapping into place, immediately adjusting to her slim, but lightly muscled frame, giving her body the perfect look of power in her shoulders and abs, but sexual appeal as well by so forming so tightly around her breasts and ass. It was a calculated move, one meant to show off her athletic body, while also acknowledging her beauty.

While her time in Japan thus far had been rather short, it had still been incredibly interesting and informative. She had learned, in her defeat in her debut matchup, that the wrestlers of Japan were indeed powerful people, as the young teenager named Natsu had decked Cami with a low hard enough to keep her down for a three count, teaching her of the strength she could expect of her opponents.

However, the respect Natsu showed her after, as well as the applause from the crowd cheering both of their efforts in the match, had also touched her, showing her how this combat sport really was able to unite all peoples in its enjoyment.

Outside of that, her time in Japan so far had been spent training and learning the ropes, as it were. She had never left her home island of tanzanellia before, and so being a stranger in a strange land, she and her bodyguards had been learning all they could, first of the luxury hotel her status as a legal diplomat had afforded her, and the name and purposeo of every building on the street she was occupying, as well as visiting some of the various embassy's in Tokyo's political center, trying to learn more about the Japanese Diet and how the embassy's of other cultures were built and managed, in preperaration for the day there would be an embassy to represent her own country.

It was...frankly a lot of work, and between that and training, Cami had been quite busy, which was why she hadn't competed much since her debut match.

But it seemed AFW was trying to curry favor with the diplomat, as Tensions General Manager, the lovely and well spoken Erica Fairchild, had informed Cami that she had been entered in a small tournament, with the prize being nothing less than the Tension World Championship itself, the leagues top prize and honor!

Well, she could hardly say no to such a challenge, or turn down such a prize, could she? So she accepted, and was now nearly ready, just tying the laces on her boots.

Interestingly enough, this wouldn't be a normal match. It was to be, in fact, a tables match. The objective was simple. Grab a table, put the opponent through the table one way or another, and that was that.

Surely such a simple task would be easy for a Daughter of Tanzanellia!

When the techno beats of her music began to play a few minutes later, Cami would strut out onto the entrance ramp as the fog machine rolled out clouds of smoke to look impressive and neon lights glared, placing a soldiers beret on her head as she came down the ramp, marching towards the ring with pure determination in her eyes and a fierce look on her face, entering the ring and pointing at her opponent.

John....John something. In truth, Cami had been so busy with her studies of Japan and her training, she...didn't actually know anything about her opponent!

But that didn't matter, as she pointed at him and began to speak!

"Honorable opponent! Know that this match will not be an easy one for you, for you face a true and noble fighter from Tanzanellia, where the people are born strong!"

She boasted, eager to get the match started and prove her words with a victory!

John was feeling pumped up there, the scribe had just gotten the offer of his life from his two lovely muses there and felt on top of the world. All he had to do was put someone through a table, then it was the world title shot baby! He'd like to thank the academy, his muses, his boss for giving him this shot and for his opponent making their way to their ring who was going to get sacrificed for the sake of his ambition. The artist was bouncing on his heels in his corner there and couldn't help but have a smile on his features there as he prepared himself the upcoming bout.

His opponent was shortly making her way to the ring! She was......well damn, that was quite the figure! The blonde there had a leotard that certainly didn't hide her hips. Those curves might make even the bunnies jelly with envy, but John's keen eyes also noted the other details. Such a toned build and a stride that clearly indicated the fighter knew what she was doing.

She seemed respectful at least if her boast and proclamation was anything to go by. John smirked and said "Well sorry in advance for this, but your the one going through the table. So I hope you can take it!" as the artist would let the ref check him for things and do the same to the opponent. Alright this was it, he had a shot and John was gonna try and take it! The bell would ring and rather than go for a cautious approach as he so often did the artist instead bolted towards Cami full pelt in the hopes of firing out a clothesline with his toned right bicep!

Cami had to admit to her own ignorance here. Her studies in other matters meant she was going in blind against this opponent, not knowing as much as she would have likely preferred under normal circumstances. All she could tell at a glance is...he was bigger than her...and he apparently liked big breasted women...

Still, she made her declaration, and hoped that any and all of her native people watching at home were cheering her on and being with her in spirit!

Then the bell rang, and she focused on her opponent, this John Carnaby as he rushed directly at her, directly in her line of sight!

Foolish. Foolish and rash. Even she, a rookie in her second match, was able to recognize the error in the tactic, and she reacted accordingly.

The slim fit blonde stayed in place as John approached, suddenly ducking at the last moment as he swung his arm, the meaty log hitting only her braided ponytail and smacking it, rather than do any kind of physical damage to her.

Wanting to make the man pay for his rash action, Cami stretched and arm out, hooking John around his lower body as he pased by her and using the position to turn her body into his back and grab him around the waist with both arms from behind, letting out a grunt of exhertion as she lifted up and back, trying to fal to her back and throw the bigger opponent with a perfectly executed german suplex!

Alright the match was underway now and John was eager to press the attack there, however perhaps the artist was still riding high from his pre match ritual there of being facesat by his lovely muses as he wasn't playing to his usual gameplan there. Namely the artist was a lot more cautious there and launched a probing offence again his usual opponents, trying to feel out their offence.

Against the likes of this opponent that approach might have been well suited, however instead John rushed forward like a fool and would pay the price there by getting executed with a German Suplex! "Guah!" John yelled as his neck and head slammed into the mat, were he to be released out of instinct John would roll out the ring there and take to the mat outside as he pondered just what hit him there!

Success! Her first offensive attempt of the match, and she had thrown her bigger, more boisterous opponent down onto the mat on his head, and once she released his body and rolled away, saw him falling off the apron and outside of the ring, causing her to smirk as she stood up and walked over to the ropes, looking down at the older man on the floor.

"I told you! You're facing a true warrior from Tanzanellia! None of our people's strength, hearts, or abilities should be underestimated!"

She crowed, her pride in her people obvious as she backed away, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for her opponent to get back in the ring!

Okay, that opening exchange could have gone a lot better for the artist there. Perhaps he was still riding high from his lovers treating him to a glimpse of what might await if he were to win that he didn't see the forest for the trees, still John kept a cool head. He'd been in worse situations. The lad would let his opponent have her moment there, but he wasn't gonna give a retort. Still she seemed decent enough letting him back into the ring.......

"Yeah gimmie a sec." John said in a casual tone, almost seemingly without a care in the world. He'd then lift open the apron there and yank out a table and start to set it there while keeping an eye on Cami there, if she didn't attack the artist would then try and get another one out and start to slide it into the ring followed by rolling under the bottom rope to make sure he didn't fall into the table set outside. "Alright......" John quietly muttered as he sought to move back in and give that another go......

Cami smirked cockily as she watched John get up and back in the ring, her training having instilled in her a sense of chilvary and fair play in combat. What would be the point of victory, after all, if she couldn't earn in with the strength of her own will and her own fists?

As John got ready to re-enter the ring, Cami would get her arms up, and as soon as he was standing in the ring, her fair play timer would run out, and the young blonde would charge in, swinging one arm out towards John's bare chest, her hand flat so her palm could smack him in the pec with a hard backhanded chop!