Stephen vs Katie

The spotlights all focused to one corner of the stadium as a figure entered. It appeared to be a very tall, muscular woman wearing a black mask with turquoise markings that covered everything, except the eyes, and the mouth, which had a screen like material to breathe through. Her brown hair did hang down her back, showing from beneath the mask, but it was held tight by a row of ponytail holders. Her seven foot musculature was rather daunting.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's contest is scheduled for One Fall! Entering the ring, weighing in at 320 pounds! From Clete, Italy, THE AMAZONESS, Katie Gostik!"

The outfit she wore did not leave any secrets to the beholder. It was a really tight, pvc type material, not stiff or restricting. The shorts were, well, short with an opening slit on the hips that tied the material at the top. The top was skimpy also, giving a full view of her hard case abs. The shirt only had one sleeve, which was long while the other sleeve was completely absent. The material reached from her armpit of her bare right arm up to her shoulder of her left arm where it was completely covered in a sleeve. She was, also, wearing a black cape that had the same turquoise markings as her mask. Her boots came to her knees. They were also the same material and color as the outfit.

The fans went wild, raising their hands into the air and screaming for a cage match. The music playing matched the feeling in the air. Everyone wanted to see some action and blood. They were not going to go home disappointed.

The lights followed Katie as she walked down the aisle, passing a team of cameras and fans that were holding up a sign with her wrestling tag. She waved to them then thrust a fist into the air to get some hoots and howlers before moving towards the cage.

As she passed the cameras they would zoom in on her back to display her obsidian blade that was sheathed across it. The black metal was rather dull, not giving much of a gleam as cameras flashed.

Once she reached the cage boundary, she climbed up onto the platform and shoved her hands into the air, nagging the crowd on, even the booing was welcomed.

This fight would be nothing short of spectacular.

Katie stood proudly at her corner of the ring, hands on her hips, fingers splayed. She knew who that particular fan was that Stephen had just pointed out to the stands for. For a moment Katie thought of his daughter, but only for a moment and then she was back into combat mode.

"Yes, I hope you are enjoying this more than I am."

She wasn't particularly enjoying it, but the stipulation was that she had to dress up for her fans, so here she was. All adorned in a tight, ridiculously shiny outfit. She was sure if Stephen grabbed the right spot he would probably untie her shorts.

Katie did a quick one-two bounce on her feet while Stephen checked out the weapons, bringing herself out of her corner and closer to him as she did.

The bell rang, signaling the match to begin. She closed the gap rather quickly, but this was a match. She knew in the end they would still be friends, for now they fight.

Her feet hit the arena floor.

Thump, thump, thump.

Both of her fists were clenched. As she drove forward, she brought her right fist up to deliver a nice, clean blow to Stephen's face, aiming for his nose.

Her left fist was already up, ready to deliver another.

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Katie grinned as Stephen moved in for the block. She had anticipated that move. The only problem was he might have grabbed hold of her wrist, but that wasn't going to stop her or hold her as she moved, even if he managed an elbow strike at her stomach. She would flinch, but she kept on truckin'.

She hadn't come to a full stop as she came charging in, so as his left hand grasped her right wrist that said right arm would slightly turn to grab his wrist in return. He would find himself sliding across the floor for a few moments, nearly running into the corner post that was behind where Stephen was standing.

The momentum seemed to work in her favor, finding herself barreling on through gave her a slight advantage. She used a long leg to kick off the corner post with her left foot. Stephen was to her right from gripping her right wrist and her now holding his left wrist.

"KYAAAH!"

As her left foot tagged the post she would twist her hips to the right, jerking her right leg out as she swung her right foot around and slightly down at Stephen's face. She always had to aim down considering the height difference.

Her lovely revealing outfit would give Stephen a lot of leg to look at as it came striking out at him.

The crowd loved the action, not to mention all the visible skin Katie was flashing them. They roared as the two started to fight. Katie couldn't distinguish faces, but there was an occasional flash in the dark crowd to remind her they were there snapping pictures of the fight.

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Hit by part of her, more like most of her.

As Stephen dropped to the ground Katie found her body being forced downward. Like it or not, she was in the air, so she couldn't use muscle to stop herself from being moved, but she would let go of his wrist. This would keep her from being slung over his head.

The only problem was that she was going to land on Stephen, whether he liked it or not. Her right leg would be the only thing that would not come down on him.

He would find a seven foot, 320 pound woman landing on him. It was crushingly close, and it would probably have knocked the breath out of him.

She had been close to Stephen before, but not this close. Her masked face was inches from his.

"I always knew you had a thing for me, Stephen, but you could wait to show your affection until after the fight. What would Karin think?"

If Stephen was like any other man she knew what she'd just said would knock him off balance slightly. She would even her remark out though. With their faces so close, she would lift her head back, grit her teeth and tighten her neck muscles as she brought her forehead crashing down to Stephen's nose for a headbutt.

WHACK!

She was playing dirty now, but she adored Stephen for even putting himself up to fight her.

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Katie's head would be coming down to make contact with Stephen's nose, which would be met by a blast to the face. It would meet at the top of her forehead, momentarily blinding her. Her head would jerk back from the force of the blow, but she wouldn't move off of Stephen.

"ERRRGH! ********! I CAN'T SEE!"

Her hands pushed down on his body, keeping him pinned. They would slide to his arms, grasping his biceps. Squeezing him tightly, she would stand with Stephen in her grasp and pull him in for what appeared to be a huge bear hug.

"GRUUAAAH!"

The headache was there, but it was being overridden by a surge of adrenaline rush. With Stephen in her grasp she would slam them both towards the ground again, bringing her full weight down on him for a powerful body slam onto the concrete floor.

That would have to knock the air out of him.

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THUD, THUD, THUD!

&********;

Katie got cracked into the face with an elbow, which brought her off of Stephen. At least by the time she was back on her feet her eyesight had started to return.

She blinked hard a few times as she backed off, until her vision was clear. With a quick leap, she was over the corner post and jumping onto the cage wall. Being in gymnastics helped her maneuver quite well. She was grabbing a couple of the weapons on the wall free.

With a leap, she was back on the concrete floor, spinning two things in her hands. In one hand she held a war hammer while in the other was a...skillet.

"Ah, what the hell...it'll work."

Once again, she was charging at Stephen. With a Xena battlecry she would bring her left hand up, whipping the war hammer at Stephen's chest. Her right hand would follow, cutting the skillet through the air to knock Stephen over the head.

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"s**t!"

Katie frowned as Stephen brought down a scythe from the cage wall. She didn't have a scythe out of weapons to pick from. Oh well, she'd make do with what she had. She'd seen the damage that an iron skillet could cause.

As he brought that scythe up in her direction as she came in, she pivoted her right leg back, putting her left shoulder in line with Stephen's right shoulder, and jumped backwards to avoid the blade. It hit the side of her shorts as she moved, slicing right through the tied fabric, and it brought part of her shorts down, flapping against her hip.

"AW ********;

There was nothing she could do about that now. She looked back up at Stephen. A war hammer and skillet were not going to compete with a scythe, so she brought both arms up, hands at shoulder level and threw the war hammer and skillet right at Stephen.

WHOOSH WHOOSH!

The two weapons soared towards him, and while he was dodging them she was pulling her sword free, grasping it with both hands. She dropped the tip to her right side, her left arm across her chest.

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Katie's left arm was tight against her chest. She took one step back and pivoted with her right foot back, while her left foot held stationary, to avoid the scythe that Stephen was trying to bring between her arms, and as she did pivot she swung her sword upwards and out, like she was swinging a baseball bat, trying to knock him back from her. The two metals would collide, and his jab would slice through thin air since she had stepped to the left, which put her to an advantage.

She would push up with her sword to raise the scythe upwards, letting the two weapons latch like Stephen was going for, but as they latched onto one another she would jerk upwards with an obscene amount of force to pull his weapon free from his hands, sending it skidding across the concrete floor.

With a quick step forward she would thrust the heel of her right foot out at Stephen's chest to knock him back a few feet.

It was about that time that some newspaper reporter flashed a picture, blurring Katie's eyes for a moment. He was getting the shot he wanted. The moment she lifted her leg to kick Stephen her shorts nearly came completely free on the one side of her hip.

"AUGH! Son of a b***h!"

She stepped back, putting a hand out in front of her.

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Katie looked up to a fleeing Stephen. Where the hell did he think he was going? If this had been just another one of their spars she would have quite literally facepalmed.

A toilet seat?

She was putting her sword back when Stephen went to throw another flash bomb. She had stepped back when he tossed it to the ground. Her face turned for a moment to avoid anymore blindness. She had enough for one evening.

Her hand reached behind her back as she turned away, and as she turned back around she would find Stephen lunging through the air to hit her over the head with a toilet seat. Well, she didn't back away from this oncoming onslaught of destruction from the toilet seat. It would probably just put a bump on her head.

She waited until the toilet seat smacked.

FUMP!

There was one looking angry face staring down in Stephen's direction, if he could have seen it beneath the mask. She wasted no time to toss the cape that was once on her back over Stephen's head to obstruct his view. In that moment, she lowered her head and bent down, much like a raging bull about to attack the cape, no pun intended. She lurched forward and brought her right shoulder crashing into Stephen's middle.

Quote: Dash: It's a push move where Katie uses the force of a powerful push with her arm and shoulder or a weapon to ram into the person and send them flying about thirty feet.

As he went flying the crowd roared and the announcer screamed out over the speakers.

"And Stephen Lasanti has been TACKLED!"

Katie came to a stop a couple steps after checking Stephen the hell out.

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Stephen was sprawled while Katie was trying to shake her head free of the cobwebs. The all familiar presence of blood was in her mouth from taking the toilet seat head on.

"Dammit."

She grumbled, ripping the damn mask off of her face, so that she could turn to the side and spit, leaving a blotch of red blood on the concrete floor. It was rather disgusting, but she wasn't about to swallow it. She turned back around, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.

Nasty.

To her surprise Stephen was already back on his feet, climbing up the cage and going for a stop sign. She had to give him some kudos. She didn't know too many people that could have handle that tackle and got up so easily.

With a leap to her right, she was climbing back up to the array of weapons she had to choose from too. There wasn't a huge selection she didn't care to use. She went to reach for a flashlight, but instead jumped down, holding a metal chair in her hands.

She got down just in time to catch Stephen's two fingers "bring it" sign. Oh, this was about to get ugly.

Metal chair out in front of her she charged towards Stephen.

"GUUUUAAAAAH!"

Chair was ready for anything.

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Hell no, Katie wasn't going to stop, not even with a red sign signaling her to. She kept on truckin', pistons moving. He could play with that stop sign all he liked. That wasn't going to stop her from what she was about to do.

She dropped the chair to her right side then with all the strength she could muster she threw that thing freakin' hard at him in the direction that he had moved as the gap closed between the two.

The stop sign came around, but she was already lunging in Stephen's direction. There was nothing like having such a long object swinging in the air. It left a huge spot open for a move, and Katie took that move.

Instead of being hit with the stop sign she was getting a stiff arm to the face and part of a pole to the head. She lunged towards him with intent on knocking him off of his feet.

"GUUUH!"

That pole to the head was going to hurt later.

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