Post by Mike Ragnal on Mar 14, 2007 10:05:15 GMT -5
*Cut to an empty gymnasium, save for a lone wrestling ring and Mike Ragnal, bouncing off the ropes and rolling across the canvas or leaping up. In comes Sasha Pehl, wearing a punked out singlet and black boots. Mike stops his running and watches as she enters the ring.*
SASHA: So, ready to spar, luv?
*Mike ans Sasha look at one another as they circle around the ring, eventually locking up in the center.*
SASHA: So what's the stipulations?
*Mike releases his arms and wraps them around Sasha's for a headlock.*
MIKE: If you win, we keep training. If I win...
*Sasha pushes Mike off of her into the ropes. Mike comes back at her with a clothesline, but Sasha ducks and nails a drop toe hold to Mike. Sasha, keeping her legs around Mike's, and locks him into an STF.*
SASHA: Go on, you were saying?
*Mike is able to grab the ropes, and Sasha lets him out of the hold. Mike uses the ropes to help him to his feet, then he turns to Sasha and runs at her, pouncing on top of her, and smiling.*
MIKE: I win...I do you right here.
SASHA: Hm, is that so?
*Sasha rolls over so that she's on top of Mike, then sits up and runs to the ropes. Sasha leaps up for a leg drop, but Mike rolls out of the way, and Sasha hits the canvas. Mike stands up and just chuckles.*
MIKE: Oh sure, I give you an easy option, and you don't even give in to temptation.
*Sasha stands to her feet, brushing her hair back.*
SASHA: You know I prefer to earn my victory sessions.
MIKE: Well come on then, bring your A game, girl!
*Mike runs at Sasha, and she hits an arm drag, sending him halfway across the ring. Sasha runs at him now, but Mike hits her in an armdrag of his own. Mike runs at her again, but Sasha ducks under him, and as he turns around, she leaps onto his shoulders for a hurracanrana, but Mike is able to shift his weight back up and powerbomb her into the canvas. He slaps his hand in as if to make a count.*
1!
2!
3!
*Mike rests his head on Sasha's chest, the both of them breathing heavily. Mike soon lets a chuckle out.*
MIKE: God...we can't possibly be winded now.
SASHA: Well, when you consider you were lifting weights earlier in the day, I'd imagine so.
MIKE: Yeah...yeah...
*Mike turns his head to face Sasha.*
MIKE: War's a few days away, though. I may have lost my match against Biggs, but that means nothing compared to this Sunday. If I want to make a name, all I'd have to do is win the match, then...when the time's right...I'll be WCF's newest World Heavyweight Champion.
SASHA: So...you won this, though, right?
MIKE: Indeed I did.
*Mike and Sasha lean their heads in as if to kiss. Before we can see that happen, the camera fades to black.*
SASHA: So, ready to spar, luv?
*Mike ans Sasha look at one another as they circle around the ring, eventually locking up in the center.*
SASHA: So what's the stipulations?
*Mike releases his arms and wraps them around Sasha's for a headlock.*
MIKE: If you win, we keep training. If I win...
*Sasha pushes Mike off of her into the ropes. Mike comes back at her with a clothesline, but Sasha ducks and nails a drop toe hold to Mike. Sasha, keeping her legs around Mike's, and locks him into an STF.*
SASHA: Go on, you were saying?
*Mike is able to grab the ropes, and Sasha lets him out of the hold. Mike uses the ropes to help him to his feet, then he turns to Sasha and runs at her, pouncing on top of her, and smiling.*
MIKE: I win...I do you right here.
SASHA: Hm, is that so?
*Sasha rolls over so that she's on top of Mike, then sits up and runs to the ropes. Sasha leaps up for a leg drop, but Mike rolls out of the way, and Sasha hits the canvas. Mike stands up and just chuckles.*
MIKE: Oh sure, I give you an easy option, and you don't even give in to temptation.
*Sasha stands to her feet, brushing her hair back.*
SASHA: You know I prefer to earn my victory sessions.
MIKE: Well come on then, bring your A game, girl!
*Mike runs at Sasha, and she hits an arm drag, sending him halfway across the ring. Sasha runs at him now, but Mike hits her in an armdrag of his own. Mike runs at her again, but Sasha ducks under him, and as he turns around, she leaps onto his shoulders for a hurracanrana, but Mike is able to shift his weight back up and powerbomb her into the canvas. He slaps his hand in as if to make a count.*
1!
2!
3!
*Mike rests his head on Sasha's chest, the both of them breathing heavily. Mike soon lets a chuckle out.*
MIKE: God...we can't possibly be winded now.
SASHA: Well, when you consider you were lifting weights earlier in the day, I'd imagine so.
MIKE: Yeah...yeah...
*Mike turns his head to face Sasha.*
MIKE: War's a few days away, though. I may have lost my match against Biggs, but that means nothing compared to this Sunday. If I want to make a name, all I'd have to do is win the match, then...when the time's right...I'll be WCF's newest World Heavyweight Champion.
SASHA: So...you won this, though, right?
MIKE: Indeed I did.
*Mike and Sasha lean their heads in as if to kiss. Before we can see that happen, the camera fades to black.*
