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As Fiona swung Elina around Elina countered the Irish Whip, grabbing hold of Fiona’s wrist with both hands just before being released. Elina tugged and sent Fiona running past her toward the west side ropes.

“And a quick reversal by Elina on the Irish Whip…”

After the counter Elina made a fast break for the south side of the ring, she and Fiona bouncing off the west and south ropes in almost perfect synchronization.

“Oh, a crisscross incoming…” Brent’s voice spiked with excitement as both women met in the center of the ring. Elina jumped, reaching her arms out and grabbing ahold of Fiona’s head as she flew by. Fiona was wrenched off her feet, spun around in the air, and driven hard to the mat by Elina in a perfect running facebuster.

“A facebuster off the ropes!” Dan Rich jumped up out of seat followed by Brent and Rhonda.

“Oh, look, Elina’s not done!” Brent pointed as Elina pulled a dazed Fiona up by her elbows. Elina reached up and grabbed Fiona’s hair in two handfuls and dropped to the mat, curling her legs beneath her and snapping her knees upward. Fiona’s face was pounded against Elina’s kneecaps, the impact of the blow sent Fiona sprawling back onto the canvas - arms and legs spread out around her.

“Double knee facebreaker!”

The crowd amped itself up as Elina sat upright and walked on her knees over to Fiona, reaching down and pinning Fiona’s shoulders with both hands. The referee dropped for the count, the thousands of fans sounding off with the strikes of his palm.

”Cover!”

”One!… Two!… Three!…”

“That’s it!” Dan Rich yelled, his hat falling to the table as the Moody Center was rocked by an eruption of cheers, whistles, and applause. Dan and his two colleagues sat back down, a wry half-smile on Dan’s face as he put his hat back on. “Elina Zamora, The Sonoran Rose, on her NMW debut and first opener for the brand wins by pinfall against Fiona Chevalier! What a match!”

“Hey, Rhonda, better go fetch those beers on the break!” Brent shouted smugly past Dan’s shoulders.

“Oh, can it, Brent,” Rhonda waved her hand, “Fiona may have lost but she held her own against a former luchadora champion and she deserves some respect for that!”

“Well, she’s not getting any from Elina, I can tell you that.” Dan nodded to the ring as a smirking Elina reached her right hand down and tauntingly shoved Fiona’s head over to one side. The referee took Elina firmly by one arm and helped her stand, walking her to the center of the ring as she was declared the winner of the first match of the night.

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Elina slowed her pace as she closed in on the cornered Fiona, rubbing her chin with her left palm. The two wrestlers’ eyes locked, Elina let her hand fall as she worked her jaw side to side. Fiona was still showing no sign of relenting and to Elina this was an irritation — like repeatedly slapping down a fly that just kept buzzing up from the floor. This was Elina’s debut match for NMW and while the former champion did not expect - nor want - some throwaway jobber that she could not have some fun with Fiona was at this point a nuisance. More than a nuisance, actually. She had already endured two of Elina’s finishers and that in itself was a defiance. Elina raised her right hand and drew her arm back - her fingers and wrist rigid - and whipped it forward with a sharp, punishing knife-edge chop just below Fiona’s throat.

“Oh, a chop to the sternum!” Dan Rich cringed.

Elina’s arm came up and back again, Elina delivering a second chop to the same spot - harder than the first - the crack echoing and causing a wave of “oh’s” across the front row seats.

“A second,” Brent cringed, “I took more than a few of those when I wrestled and they smart.”

Instead of a third chop, Elina swiftly reached under the rope and grabbed Fiona’s right wrist with both hands, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She pressed her right boot against Fiona’s abdomen, using it as leverage, and raised her left leg dropping her upper body down. Nearly all of Elina’s body weight pulled on Fiona’s arm, stretching it painfully against the rope.

“Oh, my God!” Dan Rich exclaimed as the stands went wild.

“That could dislocate Fiona’s wrist!” Rhonda fretted.

The referee rushed forward demanding Elina to stop, which she ignored - prompting him to begin counting to five. It would not matter, just a few seconds of so much pressure on Fiona’s arm would be debilitating.

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Fiona’s move paid off. Elina flew through the air and crashed down directly onto the NMW skull logo, landing between the black pits of its eyes.

“Monkey flip!” Rhonda shouted.

Dan Rich couldn’t hide his surprise. “I’ll give it to Fiona - it’s not often that you see Elina catapulted like that! Especially by a younger opponent!”

"Let's see if she can capitalize on this momentum," Rhonda added, her eyes darting between Elina and Fiona.

Elina wasted no time, kipping up to her feet and narrowly avoiding Fiona as she charged. Elina ducked behind her opponent and locked both arms around her waist. At first it seemed like Elina was setting up for a German suplex. Instead, she grabbed Fiona’s right wrist and pulled back, forcibly twisting Fiona around. In one smooth motion Elina yanked Fiona forward, stepping into the move and swinging her free arm around with ferocity clotheslining Fiona across the throat. Fiona went down like a sack of potatoes, the mat quivering under her.

“Ripcord lariat! I saw it coming.” Brent boasted.

“And Fiona is down!”

Elina didn’t waste a second, she dashed to the same corner Fiona had flipped her from and ascended the turnbuckle with ease. As soon as she reached the top of the post Elina took a few seconds to survey the crowd, her confidence radiant. With a wide smile she raised her arms high and mimicked a sprinkling motion with her right hand above her left palm. The crowd eagerly followed suit, the gesture in rippling across the arena. With the energy building Elina crouched, poised for the finish.
"Here it comes again…" Brent called out, eyes widening in anticipation. "Moonsault!"
With a graceful leap Elina soared from the top rope, her body a perfect arc as she hurtled down toward Fiona.

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I sense more high fantasy in the near future for me. ☕️

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The craving comes again… ☕️🫖

Do You Have RP Pet Peeves?

One of my biggest pet peeves in text-based RP is actually quite common.

When it comes to original settings/worlds naturally players will be required to ask the GM(s) questions about the world they are writing/playing in to have the full grasp of everything. Unfortunately, there are people that just feel the need to ask the most trivial of questions, or worse extensively grill the GM for information that is pointless to the overall plot. Just because they are curious. I have both witnessed it as a player and dealt with it as a GM in the past and it is so annoying.

A quick example; when an NPC is from some far flung country or kingdom that has no relevance beyond the reference and yet a player wants paragraphs of detail about said country/kingdom just to satisfy their passing curiosity.

(As I said this is a common pet peeve and others have most likely mentioned it here.)

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Elina grabbed Fiona by her arms, jerking her upright and taking advantage of her disoriented state to spin her around. The former champion pulled Fiona around to face the commentary table and the eager crowd. Elina looped her right arm around Fiona’s neck while her other hand tightened around her own wrist, applying relentless pressure. An excited surge went through the crowd, Elina had won many matches with her submission skills and this could be another under her belt, so to speak. Her first NMW win at that.

“And now Elina has Fiona in a chokehold,” Dan Rich pointed out, “Anyone that knows about Elina knows that submissions are her bread and butter!”

“Fiona has got to get out of this fast or this match is over…” Rhonda added.

“No doubt,” Brent scoffed, “and even if Fiona doesn’t give in the longer she’s in this hold the more damage is done. Submissions holds aren’t just about a tap after all, a draining chokehold, an armbar, or an ankle lock can seal the deal in a match. If an opponent is hobbled or dizzy then they can’t fight.”

Elina’s eyes narrowed, her facing scrunching up into an unflattering expression as she began making sharp jerking motions with her right arm to try and send “jolts” of pain through Fiona’s neck and head. Elina started tilting back, the commentators immediately knowing what was coming.

“Oh, Elina‘a trying to take it to the ground,” Brent shouted, “It’s hard enough to get out of a submission hold standing, on the floor it’s even harder!”

“But Fiona’s trying to fight through it, Brent!” Dan Rich exclaimed.