Ladder POW Match- John vs Heather

Ladder POW Match

Win by securing the leash hung above the ring; winner becomes the losers slave for 24 hours.

Informal bet: John will worship Heathers body in the ring if he loses, Heather will get on the microphone and call John the hottest wrestler in AFW.

John really didnâ€t know what to expect, these matches were sort of the domain of high flyers, and it was arguably silly for him to have chosen it. But, nevertheless, here he was, about to embark on one of the most dangerous matches he could think of, with (of all opponents) a high flyer as his adversary.

The arena was FILLED with ladders; it was like a Home Depot had vomited all over AFW. There were two MASSIVE 20 foot ladders set up on the stage, right by the entrance and ramp. The area surrounding the ring was filled with smaller ladders, both folded and unfolded, tucked against the side of the ring, in the aisle, tucked against the barricade, everywhere. There were probably even more under the ring. The ramp leading down to the ring was flanked with these smaller ladders, forming two rows. It was clear, then, they were pretty well taken care of where ladders were concerned. Hanging above the ring was a very sexy looking collar and leash, for the winner to put on the looser.

Howâ€d this happen? Why the hell was he here? John had met his new friend Heather through his old friends, Amanda and Ro. Theyâ€d got along incredibly well, but the two of them were quiet strong and proud individuals and playful, good natured banter soon got the two of them talking. Soon, they were challenging each other to a friendly fight. John, naturally, when learning that Heather was well known for her skills in the ladder match, he decided heâ€d get the most fun out of that.

Uphill battles build character, and make the victory sweeter.

Of course, it didnâ€t end there, the two of them also made a friendly wager. If John won, once Heather was leashed, sheâ€d have to get on the microphone and say to the whole arena that she thought he was the hottest wrestler in all of Tension.

If John lost, which he didnâ€t plan to, he agreed to give Heather a little time in the ring to dominate him, worshiping her in front of the crowd before he would be carried out of the ring by the leash.

It may have been lopsided, but John could hardly argue with it, he expected to win, and he didnâ€t consider the consequence that terrible. Plus he could tell Heather didnâ€t like such exhibition, so thinking heâ€d win anyway he let it go.





Finally, though, the tall red headed man made his way out from the back as his [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww5GXbk58R0:3hh5b475]theme music[/url:3hh5b475] began to play. He was wearing his tough green trousers, though was shirtless. His tan boots hit the ground with a thud as he jumped out.

John, despite his inexperience with these sort of matches, had a confident and energetic expression on his face. He emerged from backstage, jogging with determination half way down the ramp until he stopped, pumping his fists up into the air as the pyrotechnics went off behind his back. The effects were an assortment of red, white, and blue fireworks, which soon stopped as John continued and climbed into the ring. Once there, he ran up to the opposite corner and jumped onto the middle rope, pumping his fists up again to the crowd. “YEAH!” his deep voice roared out as he stepped off the ring, waiting for his friend to appear so they could start trying to demolish each other.

Very socially normal friendships here.

"Haha, this idiot.." Heather said to herself as she finished sliding on her dark purple fishnet top over her black bikini top, finishing her attire that also consisted of those black baggy pants, purple studded belt, and black choker, an accessory she wore with her casual clothes usually but liked it so much she decided to add it to her ring attire.

When John challenged her to a ladder match, she couldn't help but laugh at him for it. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. She knew he had a ridiculous strength and size advantage over her, meaning this match would probably actually be incredibly difficult for her, but she couldn't falter in her response. She thought of herself as the queen of the ladder match, there being no king to equal her, other than possibly the one she paid tribute to in her last ladder match against Rei.

She would let out a long sigh before exiting the locker room, heading into the hallways and walking towards the curtain area. Her theme would begin to play as the lights would turn a dark blue. The stage filled with smoke and green laser lights shot out as Heather crawled out onto the stage area. She could be seen with a purple glow paint on her face, down her left arm, and on parts of the left side of her body. She crawled down the ramp a bit before standing up, raising her hands in the air as a few jets of pyro would shoot out from the entrance. She ran down the ramp, running underneath a tall ladder set up there before she would slide into the ring.

She would jump up to the second rope of one of the corners, raising her hands up in the air as jets of pyro would shoot down from the ceiling, Heather jumping off afterwards, the crowd going wild for her as is usual now. She would step up to John as the lights returned to normal, revealing her glow paint to be transparent under normal lighting.

"So, I hope you prepared yourself for my domination session John. That leash and collar up there might as well have your name on it." Heather let out, crossing her arms and grinning widely as she did, not wanting to show any signs of the fact that she might be quite a bit worried on the inside.

John was still examining this imposing set up before Heather came in. Heâ€d had formal training in professional wrestling, both before and after enlisting. In the Army, heâ€d received formal hand-to-hand combatives training, but he had never in his life been involved in a ladder match, nor once trained in the relevant tactics. Heâ€d only ever seen a few on TV, years ago. So, even though Heather had many disadvantages, the smart money was to play it safe and not use the ladders till he had seriously put the hurt on her. But, he was partly doing this to gain experience, not to pick up a win.

So, if Heather wanted to know his thinking, it was manifold. First, he NEEDED to get some experience in a fight like this, so choose someone whom he knew was highly skilled. Second, he wanted to impress his new friend, so he choose a match that even if he lost he could make a very good showing in and earn respect that way. Finally, he REALLY wanted to win Heather, though he didnâ€t have any evil plans for her.

Finally, Heatherâ€s elaborate and sexy entrance occurred. John watched as Heather crawled in and then stood up, the purple glow pain accentuating her body as he took a good look at his friend and opponent. While John had every reason to be worried, he knew that Heather also had reason to be afraid. The experience of Heather would make her a good opponent.

John chuckled as he looked up to the leash, after Heather said that sheâ€d take him easily. He glanced up at it for a moment, then looked back down to Heather. “Donâ€t see a name there…” He chuckled, then smiled a bit, “Thisâ€ll be a good fight, Iâ€m looking forward to getting you chained up.” As he said that, he reached his muscular arm out to shake Heatherâ€s hand, right before the bell would ring.

"Hmph, I can get it engraved after I beat you if you'd like?" Heather let out, teasing him a little more as he would continue on. "You can keep dreaming John. No way in hell will you be seeing that on me." Heather let out before she would take his hand, taking him up in the handshake. She had quite the grin on her face before the bell would finally ring during their shake, signalling the beginning of their match.

Heather would try to use John's strength, looking to pull herself in towards him before propelling herself up in the air, trying to hit him with a flying leg lariat maneuver and take him down to the ground on his back.

“As long as Iâ€m not paying for the engraving…” He chuckled as the two of them shook hands. Soon, the bell rang, indicating the start of the match. Using the grip of the handshake, John suddenly felt his arm being pulled in.

Heather was pretty fast, and pretty clever. Instead of confronting his mass directly, she choose a move that got her in really close and very much under his reaction time. John had no choice but to roll with it, feeling her leg impact him and being knocked over, falling and letting his back slap the ground and absorb the fall like heâ€d been trained. While Heather may have been able to take him down, the move was hardly jarring. He quickly rolled away after he hit the ground, getting away from Heather so that he could get up quickly and get ready for what was coming next. He had to admit, though, her legs were stronger than he'd given her credit for. He'd be watchful now while they felt each other out.

Knocking John to the ground with her leg lariat maneuver, Heather quickly rolled up as she landed. She was sure that John was strong enough to recover quite quickly from a move like that, but Heather was ready to use that little window of reaction time to her advantage.

As she turned to see John roll away, Heather quickly charged her again, seeing him getting up. She needed to keep on him as much as she could and use her speed to her advantage in this fight, and this was going to be the start of that, at least she hoped. She would quickly zoom by him as she charged, trying to leap at the ropes before leaping off them, trying to land on John's shoulders, wrap her legs around his head, and take him down to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown.

John managed to spring to his feet just in time for him to see Heather quickly run past John. He managed to spun around just in time to see Heather bounce off the rope and smash forward into him, getting onto his broad shoulders and tilting, wrapping her legs around his head and tossing him into the ground.

John bounced on the mat, letting out a grunt of pain. This time, the blow was pretty effective, it definitely gave him pause as it took him a second longer to recover and try to roll towards the corner. This time, he would HAVE to counter quicker or heâ€d be in trouble. He mentally kicked himself for being so slow as he tried to get up once more.

Tossing John to the ground with her hurricanrana type move, Heather quickly got up as she would see John roll to the corner. Seeing him in that area made her mouth curl into a wide grin. He was in perfect position for one of her favorite moves.

The second he got into the corner, when he was in at least a sitting position, Heather quickly charged at him, grabbing the top rope as she leaped up before pulling on the rope to aid in her momentum, looking to hit him with a corner, rope assisted dropkick, otherwise known as a Hardyac Arrest.

Heather, so far, was using her speed to get a serious advantage over John. As he began to get up, Heather tried to use that speed again. But, she misjudged just how dazed John was, and was able to move faster than she anticipated.

He didnâ€t have time to counter attack, but when she ran to kick him John was able to drop his back onto the mat and avoid what sheâ€d done, giving him a second to roll away and escape, for the first time since the match started pretty much. He tried to quickly get on his feet after he rolled away, near the ropes but not in the corner.

"Uwah!?" Heather was quite stunned as John was able to get hit wits about him fast enough to avoid her move. She would slam onto the mat, hitting her back and the back of her head pretty hard onto it, groaning out as she rolled onto her side.

Shaking her head, she would just continue her roll, heading to the outside of the ring to regain herself. She wasn't about to let John get the offense in on her messup.