I'm experimenting with lighting and am pretty happy with how this turned out! I wanted to have a bit of a story to give some background and ended up writing the whole match. It ended up longer than expected and I'm not used to writing stories so please tell me what you think!
He'd finally made it. After fighting so hard for so long, Owen had made it to the big leagues! The young wolf's massive win streak had earned him the recognition and reputation to be promoted and now he was about to have his very first match!
He ran up to the ring while the referee introduced him as the new rising star where he was met with a decent cheer from the crowd. He went to each side of the ring to wave to the audience and then returned to his corner while his opponent was being announced. The League didn't ever reveal who was fighting who before the match since they believed it would be more exciting but whoever it was, Owen felt ready.
He'd looked up to most of these wrestlers when he was fighting in the smaller leagues so he knew their moves and fighting styles and had a strategy for each one. He knew that he may not win against some of them as they were way more experienced but as long as he put up a good fight he'd be happy.
When the music came on and his opponent made his way to the ring his confidence wilted. It was Titan; a monster of a tiger with a reputation for demolishing his opponents with technical prowess and sheer strength combined. He was one of the wrestlers Owen was most worried about facing. The wolf recalled previous matches the tiger had where he'd destroyed even some of the best. One would think that due to Titan's size, he would be a slow-moving powerhouse but that was far from the truth. The layer of fat worked to protect the tiger from hits while the thick muscle hidden underneath gave the behemoth bone-crushing strength and frightening speed even with all his extra weight. With a body like that, Titan could move towards his opponents and overwhelm them with little risk of them fending him off.
As Owen thought back on the rare occasions where Titan did lose, the opponent was either creative or had fought dirty (something Titan suprisingly never did despite his dominating heel persona). Since Owen would never even consider fighting unfairly, he knew he'd have to be unpredictable instead if he wanted a shot at doing some damage to the tiger.
As Titan made his way into the ring, his emerald eyes stayed firmly locked on his prey. The wrestlers went to meet face-to-face in the middle of the ring but face-to-chest seemed like a better fitting phrase as the tiger was gigantic like his name suggested. It was one thing to see his size on TV or from the crowd but up close and personal, the wolf realised just how outmatched he was and his ears lowered ever so slightly. No words were exchanged between the wrestlers, only glances.
The bell rang.
The tiger moved even faster than the wolf anticipated and immediately Titan's domination began. Owen put his hands up to try and hold off the tiger but Titan just grabbed them, dwarfing the wolf's hands with his own, and shoved him into the ropes. From there, Titan bent down and wrapped his arms around Owen's midsection for the most painful bearhug the wolf had ever experienced. He pushed into the tiger's chest to pry himself away but his opponent remained unmoving. After several moments of just holding the wolf in his grasp, Titan began to walk around the perimeter of the ring as if parading the trapped wrestler.
After a full circle the tiger walked back to the center and, with a deep, rumbling growl, cinched his arms tighter around his prey and smiled when he got a strangled yelp from the canine in reply. Owen was starting to feel like he was going to pass out. Was this it? Was he beaten with a single move?
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, Titan wanted to play some more. The wolf's world suddenly flipped upside down and then erupted in stars as he was viciously suplexed. Dazed from the hit and still gasping for air following the bearhug, Owen could do nothing as Titan stood him back up and swung him towards the ropes. As he bounced off of them and came stumbling back to the middle of the ring a tree trunk of an arm met him in a clothesline and knocked him back to the ground.
Seeing that the wolf likely wouldn't be able to stand anymore, Titan flexed for the crowd as demonstration of his power. He flipped Owen onto his stomach with a boot and locked him into a camel clutch. The wolf was brought out of his dizzy state when pain exploded in his back as it was forced to bend to the will of the heel. He struggled but couldn't do much more than weakly kick his legs. Titan then leaned down and brought his grinning muzzle to his captive's ear to whisper:
"You're here for one reason, and one reason only; to be my jobber. I'll make sure you know your place."
The tiger released the hold and backed off. Owen gladly took the chance to roll onto his back and catch his breath with a glance from the referee checking if he was still okay. He mentally cursed whoever paired him up against this behemoth and considered his options. He could just tap out now and accept the fact that he stood no chance or he could let the domination continue. The humiliation of tapping out so soon seemed worse to the wolf than being a training dummy for the tiger and so he made up his mind to keep going. As the wolf was thinking this over, his opponent had been climbing up to the top of the turnbuckle. He faced the crowd with a victorious, if a little sadistic, look on his face. He was soaking up the cheers and boos from the viewers for a successful squash match and crouched from the top rope for his next move.
Suddenly, the lights of the stadium were eclipsed and a shadow fell over the wolf. Opening his eyes, Owen had no time to react as the massive tiger had performed a moonsault and came down hard on top of him. The resounding thud and muffled grunt could be heard throughout the whole stadium as he was pressed firmly into the canvas. To add insult to injury, Titan then repositioned himself so that he was laying along the wolf and Owen's snout was burried under the tiger's large chest. His ear's splayed as his wrists were pinned and he could only look up at the heel. Titan was clearly enjoying the power he held over his jobber.
"Welcome to the big leagues, kid. And don't worry, next time I'll use some different moves to keep the match interesting."
Titan then decided to end the match and did it in one of the most humiliating holds he knew. He brought the wolf into a sitting position, bent down, grabbed the wolf's left arm with his left arm. He then pulled the wolf's head under his right arm in a dragon sleeper hold, making sure to pull his prey's head tightly into him to really drive home his superiority. Owen weakly kicked his legs and reached up with his free right arm to pitifully pull at the warm muscle shoving his snout into the tiger's sweaty pit. Already on the way to passing out from the beating he endured over the course of the match, it didn't take long for the wolf to go limp and the bell to ring.
He'd finally made it. After fighting so hard for so long, Owen had made it to the big leagues! The young wolf's massive win streak had earned him the recognition and reputation to be promoted and now he was about to have his very first match!
He ran up to the ring while the referee introduced him as the new rising star where he was met with a decent cheer from the crowd. He went to each side of the ring to wave to the audience and then returned to his corner while his opponent was being announced. The League didn't ever reveal who was fighting who before the match since they believed it would be more exciting but whoever it was, Owen felt ready.
He'd looked up to most of these wrestlers when he was fighting in the smaller leagues so he knew their moves and fighting styles and had a strategy for each one. He knew that he may not win against some of them as they were way more experienced but as long as he put up a good fight he'd be happy.
When the music came on and his opponent made his way to the ring his confidence wilted. It was Titan; a monster of a tiger with a reputation for demolishing his opponents with technical prowess and sheer strength combined. He was one of the wrestlers Owen was most worried about facing. The wolf recalled previous matches the tiger had where he'd destroyed even some of the best. One would think that due to Titan's size, he would be a slow-moving powerhouse but that was far from the truth. The layer of fat worked to protect the tiger from hits while the thick muscle hidden underneath gave the behemoth bone-crushing strength and frightening speed even with all his extra weight. With a body like that, Titan could move towards his opponents and overwhelm them with little risk of them fending him off.
As Owen thought back on the rare occasions where Titan did lose, the opponent was either creative or had fought dirty (something Titan suprisingly never did despite his dominating heel persona). Since Owen would never even consider fighting unfairly, he knew he'd have to be unpredictable instead if he wanted a shot at doing some damage to the tiger.
As Titan made his way into the ring, his emerald eyes stayed firmly locked on his prey. The wrestlers went to meet face-to-face in the middle of the ring but face-to-chest seemed like a better fitting phrase as the tiger was gigantic like his name suggested. It was one thing to see his size on TV or from the crowd but up close and personal, the wolf realised just how outmatched he was and his ears lowered ever so slightly. No words were exchanged between the wrestlers, only glances.
The bell rang.
The tiger moved even faster than the wolf anticipated and immediately Titan's domination began. Owen put his hands up to try and hold off the tiger but Titan just grabbed them, dwarfing the wolf's hands with his own, and shoved him into the ropes. From there, Titan bent down and wrapped his arms around Owen's midsection for the most painful bearhug the wolf had ever experienced. He pushed into the tiger's chest to pry himself away but his opponent remained unmoving. After several moments of just holding the wolf in his grasp, Titan began to walk around the perimeter of the ring as if parading the trapped wrestler.
After a full circle the tiger walked back to the center and, with a deep, rumbling growl, cinched his arms tighter around his prey and smiled when he got a strangled yelp from the canine in reply. Owen was starting to feel like he was going to pass out. Was this it? Was he beaten with a single move?
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, Titan wanted to play some more. The wolf's world suddenly flipped upside down and then erupted in stars as he was viciously suplexed. Dazed from the hit and still gasping for air following the bearhug, Owen could do nothing as Titan stood him back up and swung him towards the ropes. As he bounced off of them and came stumbling back to the middle of the ring a tree trunk of an arm met him in a clothesline and knocked him back to the ground.
Seeing that the wolf likely wouldn't be able to stand anymore, Titan flexed for the crowd as demonstration of his power. He flipped Owen onto his stomach with a boot and locked him into a camel clutch. The wolf was brought out of his dizzy state when pain exploded in his back as it was forced to bend to the will of the heel. He struggled but couldn't do much more than weakly kick his legs. Titan then leaned down and brought his grinning muzzle to his captive's ear to whisper:
"You're here for one reason, and one reason only; to be my jobber. I'll make sure you know your place."
The tiger released the hold and backed off. Owen gladly took the chance to roll onto his back and catch his breath with a glance from the referee checking if he was still okay. He mentally cursed whoever paired him up against this behemoth and considered his options. He could just tap out now and accept the fact that he stood no chance or he could let the domination continue. The humiliation of tapping out so soon seemed worse to the wolf than being a training dummy for the tiger and so he made up his mind to keep going. As the wolf was thinking this over, his opponent had been climbing up to the top of the turnbuckle. He faced the crowd with a victorious, if a little sadistic, look on his face. He was soaking up the cheers and boos from the viewers for a successful squash match and crouched from the top rope for his next move.
Suddenly, the lights of the stadium were eclipsed and a shadow fell over the wolf. Opening his eyes, Owen had no time to react as the massive tiger had performed a moonsault and came down hard on top of him. The resounding thud and muffled grunt could be heard throughout the whole stadium as he was pressed firmly into the canvas. To add insult to injury, Titan then repositioned himself so that he was laying along the wolf and Owen's snout was burried under the tiger's large chest. His ear's splayed as his wrists were pinned and he could only look up at the heel. Titan was clearly enjoying the power he held over his jobber.
"Welcome to the big leagues, kid. And don't worry, next time I'll use some different moves to keep the match interesting."
Titan then decided to end the match and did it in one of the most humiliating holds he knew. He brought the wolf into a sitting position, bent down, grabbed the wolf's left arm with his left arm. He then pulled the wolf's head under his right arm in a dragon sleeper hold, making sure to pull his prey's head tightly into him to really drive home his superiority. Owen weakly kicked his legs and reached up with his free right arm to pitifully pull at the warm muscle shoving his snout into the tiger's sweaty pit. Already on the way to passing out from the beating he endured over the course of the match, it didn't take long for the wolf to go limp and the bell to ring.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1280px
Oh, poor Owen. Let's hope it will go better for him next time.
It was a nice story :D
It was a nice story :D
Thank you!
Yeah, the difference in skill level between this league and his previous one is a lot bigger than he expected. At least now he knows what he's up against.
Yeah, the difference in skill level between this league and his previous one is a lot bigger than he expected. At least now he knows what he's up against.
Thanks! Me too to be honest, although I don't think I'd want to get moonsaulted on by someone so big lol
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