2019-12-30 - Off the Top Rope! (part 1)

Having been able to land some time to use the ring, in a bit of a different fashion compared to normal perhaps, it sees a small girl and a giant man already in there. A message has been sent to Hera as well, Grace perhaps wanting to show off what she does as a hobby. Grace in her wrestling outfit. Hair up in a ponytail and in black bikini and black shorts. "I would want to try a hurricanrana." Taking a beat, in case Ev doesn't follow, "Headscissors." So then she will go through the moves they tried up to this point. Running to the ropes, sliding under Ev then up the turnbuckle before leaping towards Everett to do a headscissor takedown, hopefully Everett won't land of his head.

Unbeknownst to the gorilla, he didn't know they were supposed to call in for fan support. Though with what his wrestling companion's wearing, he wouldn't notice much. It's supposed to be practice. It's support to be showing some moves. But Everett's having the time of his life judging by the grin pulled hard on the right side of his mouth. Ducking under him, Everett's seen the maneuver on television and makes a lumbering, slow swipe over where Grace never was, roaring low in protest, turning around just in time to see her flying at him. His widened eyes, the small shriek, those are real, as is the tarmac shaking like a localized earthquake when he lands heavy. And then realization strikes as to where he is. "Hellooo," he sing-songs, his hands grabbing feminine hips and pulling, not to fight back, put to help bring her closer. No shame. None at all.

Yes, Grace has called for fan support and here it comes, one on two legs and the other on four. Hera is NOT dressed for the ring. She wears a pair of black heels and a sleeveless black dress. Fortunately she wears a leather jacket on top of that so her arms are not exposed, but her legs are another story. Hans wears his fuzzy birthday suit because that's the best thing for a dog to wear after all. "This should be fun." she mutters, the dog looking at her attentively. "It's been a while since I've seen much excitement at a gym before."

Then, she pauses as she sees the two going at it. This guy is HUGE and Grace is, well Grace is tiny. If that doesn't make her gasp, the way he reaches for Grace does. Fortunately Hans doesn't need a leash or else she would drop it. David and Golliath likely had nothing at these two. She then lets it out, words that she, being a lady, never says.

"Holy fuck." Yeah, she's a bit shocked and Hans does a bit of a doggie 'whimper' as he looks at her confused. It takes a few more seconds and Hera finally gathers her composure to say, "If he hurts her in any way, he's going to find out why some people call you crotchbiter."

But, it's all just started right?

Grace does feel Everett trying to reach. Though she is in practice mode. Jumping to land to make it look like all her force come onto his stomach, but using feet to stop herself some. With his hands on her he probably slow her down a bit as well. The cry from Hera has her looking over to wave, doing a bit of a bit before rolling forward away from Ev, to get to her feet. "Bump me." She offers to Everett, wanting to practice selling perhaps. Which. Should be amusing with the size difference. Probably not hearing Hera's words though. "Clothesline." Gesturing to Everett how to hit it, and where. "I'm glad you came!" Called to Hera with a beam. Since it's practice more than a real match, so she can be a bit more free spoken. Then again, perhaps trying to learn to work a crowd as well. Wanting Hera's reactions to be genuine when she sees some of the hits.

The phrase bump me has a different meaning to someone not practiced with wrestling. So when he gets to his feet again with a little effort as though they've been doing this for awhile and not, oh. Say. Just started with the scene, Everett's a little slow, showing signs of fatigue. Putting a fist to someone's face doesn't involve so much acrobatics.

So when she asks for her bump, Everett holds out his right fist, curled like a hammer. Clearly she wants a fist bump. But it also kinda works as a clothesline too, doesn't it, with his caber wide arm hung out. It's then that he looks at the company Grace's addressed, then down at the animal and back up. He thinks he's so funny, it's probably why this next take down is going to be more painful, "Who's the bitch," pause, "and her owner?" he asks, his smile fading some but still an upturned line on his face.

I just read how to make friends and influence people.

"BITCH?!" Hera yelps, oh, now maybe she had found the spark that lights the 'confidence' fuse. "Why you, you huge lug!" Of course, that's assuming she can hear the mountain of muscle throwing swings at her friend. "You, you can't talk to a lady like that and so help me god if so much as bruise my friend, your balls will be purina for breakfast!" She then goes into cheerleader mode as she jumps up and down, hopefully her heels don't give out from under her, as Grace know Hera is not the most 'graceful.' "Deck him!" she yells, "Throw him to the ground Grace!"

And, Hans just wags his tail and barks. Who knows what his alpha is saying?

Grace raises a brow though, perhaps both at the words and the move. Running towards him as he does raise his arm, letting it hit her as she moves and she flips around with the hit, doing a full flip. Landing on her stomach, doing a good job looking hurt. Well then, seem Hera might be sending Hans on Everett after all. After a few moments, before any real attack can happen, she murmers. "Be nice." Then hearing Hera's reaction making Grace bounce back up to her feet. Just to make sure it doesn't escalate. While Everett is distracted does low blow from behind, not actually hitting his balls though. But should be a fun visual. A whisper to Everett before trying to roll him up to pin him. 1. 2. 3. If things go as planned.

Maybe the testosterone in the gym is vicious or maybe it's because, yup, she's a real redhead. She's not impressed by the guy's rough talk, but she's not a wrestler herself, nope. "I'm not a bitch you freak!" Then, out of the shoes she goes and Grace has seen them fly all over the place before. THAT was at a party though and this time, he's serious. Maybe she has a future with long range weapons? Maybe not? It all depends on timing, aim, and maybe "Grace in a bikini" distracts him. She grabs one of her black heels and flings it at the mountain of meat. "Take that!" she yelps. Hans just looks a bit confused. He never saw her fling her shoe at anyone before.

It might have hit, but hopefully she is rolling him up before it does. Either way. A shoe and crotch shot and pinned. Leaving him to roll out and run off for now. With Grace doing her best post match celebration. Even moving to have her back towards the ropes where Hera is before rolling backwards so her head is upside down. "Hi!" Then untangling herself and sliding off to give her a hug and then pet Hans some. "Was it ok? And sorry about him. Not sure if he was serious or being a heel. A bad guy." The last bit added in case Hera doesn't know.

Hera humphs a bit as she looks in Everette's direction. Yeah, a redheaded sneer it seems. Apparently his bark is worse than his bite and, not walking with only one shoe, she heads over toward her friend. Hans follows, confused, but he follows. "You don't have to apologize for him. If someone is an asshole, it's not your fault. He, didn't hurt you, did he? Not really...right?" Yeah, she's seen a lot of fighting but people who do it for fun? She doesn't see this everyday.

Grace smiles and nods. Sighing though, overly dramatic. "I really need to be your shoe keeper." She teases. "Thank you for coming. Did I manage to sell some of the bumps and hits?" She asks. Looking to Hans as well. "Hi. Sorry, Winston is home today." Pouting a bit.

Hera moves over a bit closer to the ring so she can have a chat with a bit more ease, "Yeah wow so." she looks over at the large guy who is either leaving or who Grace managed to knock out, "I won't deny the shoe thing but, this is...what you do? Professionally eh? It's not something I would do." No, like any woman named after a Greek goddess she would just loose her temper at random times, "Yeah, you really sold them but, don't you get hurt?"