David Blake vs Francesca Poem Hardcore Match

Dave rolled back to his feet, turning to see Francesca already on his feet! Dave was stunned for a moment until his opponent took a shaky step forward, before falling on his face. A small sigh escaped his lips, as Dave went over to Francesca's side. He grabbed the younger man by the shoulder, lifting him up so he could stare into the dazed boy's eyes, when he noticed the blush. The taller wrestler leaned forward with a smile, "Did my little kiss make you all hot and bothered Francesca?"

"Mmm.." Francesca hummed nervously as he suddenly found himself face to face with his opponent, still somewhat dazed from the big hits which he had just taken but certainly coherent enough to understand what Dave was asking him. "Maybe.." He whispered while trying to look away from his foe, the previously subdued blush growing in intensity now that he had been called out on it. Gathering his strength the boy would abruptly turn back and shoot his head forwards, trying to nail Dave in the face with a headbutt to force him to back off a little bit. "B-But I can't let you distract me!"

"AGH!!" Dave cried out when Francesca slammed his head into the taller male's exposed cranium. A splitting pain seemed to bounce around in his skull while he released his opponent. For a little guy, Francesca packed quite the punch, and Dave had to take a moment to clear his vision.

'Too careless' he thought to himself, cursing inwardly at his lack of foresight. He knew that shouldn't be enough to keep the guy down, but now it cost him.

"Mmmu.." Francesca gasped out lightly as he saw his attack had quite the effect on Dave, knowing very well that his next attack combination would be far more painful for his opponent and hesitating for a moment because of it. Although the feminine boy didn't wish to hurt his foe, he understood that he must do so to win the match. Snapping out of his hesitation Francesca would sprint towards the baseball bat which he was looking at earlier, quickly crouching down to pick it up before making his way straight for Dave, intent on smacking him in the knees with his freshly found weapon.

By the time Dave had managed to clear his vision, he had lost sight of Francesca. That question was answered a moment later when the boy slammed a baseball bat into his knee with a hard crack. Dave screamed in agony, falling to the mat while he cradled his knee. It wasn't broken, thank god, but it hurt like fucking hell! Looking up from his position, he saw Francesca standing over him with the bat in his hand.

Looking down at his opponent with mercy in his eyes Francesca took a moment to glance at the bat in his hand. The heavy end could really hurt Dave if he smacked him in the head with it, that was for damn sure, but would almost caving this guys skull be worth it? Deciding against it the boy flipped the bat over so he was holding it upside-down, wasting no more time before using it to assault his opponent some more, trying to hit him in the head with the lighter side as many times as he was able.

Dave managed to get to his knees by the time Francesca flipped the bat, but was unable to stop the wooden weapon from smacking his skull. The young man's head snapped to the side, an odd ringing in his head. It didn't stop there, as Francesca hit him again and again with the bat, until Dave was on his knees, swaying uneasily in front of his younger opponent, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Try not to let your desires get the best of you sweetheart." Francesca teased light-heartedly with a sly smile before leaning forward, giving Dave his own little kiss on the forehead before quickly hopping back and pulling back the bat as if he was charging up his next swing. After a while of holding it back the boy would swing with as much might as he could gather, trying to knock his opponent down to the canvas where he would hopefully be staying.

When Francesca pulled the bat back to strike, Dave launched a desperate lunge, using his body weight to tackle Francesca toward the ropes. The momentum proved too much, carrying the pair through the ropes and into the mud pile below. The cool mud splashed on Dave's body, giving him the wake up call he needed to get to his feet. The mud caused his pants to cling to his body tightly, leaving little to Francesca's imagination. Stumbling slightly, Dave took a breath, before plunging his muddy fist into his opponent's stomach. No doubt it would not be as effective as it would be at full strength, but since they were in the mud, Francesca's speed was gone!

"Huaaaa!!" Francesca mewled in shock as Dave suddenly shot at him with a burst of energy, forcing him to drop the bat as he was very quickly carried towards the ropes, apparently no stopping there as he felt the two of them fly straight through! The boys expression twisting in shock as his view of the arena swiftly changed, only able to look up at the bright lights as he smacked into the thick mud with an echoing wet slapping sound, all of the air feelings as if it had been squeezed out of his fragile little body in the process. "Huu..? W-Wait!! Oof!!" Francesca hummed out dreamily at first as his vision readjusted to what was happening just in time to see Dave going for the punch to the stomach, the smaller boys eyes widening in fear before he was struck in the vulnerable area, forcing him to release what little air he had left in a pained grunt before he tried to curl up into a ball, wanting to nurse the injured area.