Ryu Hiroshi vs. Esther Gates: No Safe Bet

[HotWheels]

Esther just glared at him as he ranted at her. That tiny desire to mention something about his fee-fees struck her, especially while her crotch hurt, but she didn't do anything but faintly smirk. She maintained that smirk and rested her hands back on her hips as he stormed over. As he pressed up against her, forcing her chest to squeeze back into her one-piece, she just waited for him to finish. Having him come so close already filled her head with the idea of how to stun him. But it would have better effect if he had said everything he wanted to say.

When he did finish, he asked the perfect question. Esther answered that question. "This!" Her hands flew up to cup the back of his neck and head. She hopped up lightly, then let her feet drop out from under her and went knee-first toward the mat, bringing his head down far enough that his neck would be pulled to the point of sharp, stunning pain by her falling weight before letting go. When her knees hit the mat, Esther felt it in her crotch...but she tried to ignore it.

[Teenwrestler]

It didn't take long for them to meet each other on the mats once more. Ryu and Esther would engage in a heated staredown, glaring daggers into the eyes of each other. Ryu had seen her wrestle, he wasn't concerned that she was really capable of doing anything to make him submit. He challenged her head on and she would respond in kind. Esther would reply with a single word before bringing her hands up to the back of his head and neck before suddenly hopping up in place and dropping down onto her knees, bringing his head down as his jaw rattled against the top of her head. He would be flip backwards and fall down hard onto the mats on his back, a loud, audible *THUD* being heard upon impact.

"Owwwww" he moaned, clutching his jaw as the male wrestler was left vulnerable for that moment.

[HotWheels]

For the sharp pain the landing caused her, Esther's maneuver did the trick.

Watching him fall, she briefly rubbed a sore inner thigh before popping up as soon as he fully collapsed to the mat. Esther entirely planned to make a statement to get revenge on his preening victory posing, and she wanted to make that statement a sudden one. With him on his back, she shuffled eagerly up to the side of him. She stretched one leg to the opposite side of his fallen form so that she stood facing his feet with her butt over his head, and then she shuffled and dropped onto her knees. Esther had been forced to rush this move a dozen times, so the steps came to her as easily as a girl recalled how to ride a bike.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on his abs for leverage, then reached back, grabbing at a handful of his hair (that could be revenge, too). She pulled his head up and slid her butt back at the same time until she felt his chin meet with her sore crotch, and then her legs flew up, looking to wrap around his head for one of her lynchpin holds, the reverse headscissors. No, no, admittedly, it was one of her mom's lynchpin holds...but Esther could still lock the gates pretty tightly on anyone.

[Teenwrestler]

The move came out of nowhere and really Ryu did not expect it. He had left his guard open rather candidly, thinking that this farmgirl princess was going to be no threat to him. Unfortunately for him, she would have some tricks up her sleeve and she managed to strike him clean with a jawbreaker which left him stunned, dazed and down on his back. He would raise his head up off the mat just ever so slightly, clutching his jawline while shaking his head trying to regain his focus. It was then when she would turn to face his legs, towering over him before dropping her butt down onto his chest to mount him. Esther would then lay forward a bit, pressing her hands against his abs which rose up and down due to his heavy breathing.

Reaching back, she grabbed his damp hair and nestled his head in between her legs specifically as his chin pressed against her crotch. From there, she was set! Having him trapped in a painful and humiliating reverse headscissors. It was indeed a battle of his arms versus her legs, their strongest assets being used against them. "Nrgh w-wha?! he gasped when he suddenly felt the pain around his head as she crushed him.

"AAHHHHHHHH" he yelled in pain, frantically waving his hands in the air. He brought his hands down to her glutes, trying to push on them or pry her legs open but it was too tight! His legs kicked the mat but unlike before she was on top and had him down on his back where he did not have enough leverage to buck her off. Being a wrestle who had wrestled mostly males his entire career, these moves were foreign to him! "W-what is this? ARGHHH AHHHHHH" he yelled, unable to muster a counter.

A minute passed by and he was still struggle, his body which had been freshly wiped from the sweat was once more coated in the sweat of his struggles. Ryu's face had turned red and no matter how much he tried, this young woman would not relent. There was no choice, having thought a KO would be more humiliating, he would slap the mats to the wide again and again until it was made clear that he was tapping out.

Just like that, in an instant, they were tied up.

[HotWheels]

He did not fight her in time, and as Esther laced her thighs around his face and crossed her ankles behind his head, she knew that she had him for her first point.

People did not often escape from her scissors. With her having already rocked his jaw, which she now had trapped in between the powerful muscles of her inner thighs, he would surely tap to her. She chewed her lower lip with a menacing focus, pushed down harder on his abs so she could arch her back, and straightened her legs until they stretched ramrod straight. Adding a bit of power by pushing up on her toes, Esther started slowly adding the power to her legs, with them bulging another centimeter...and another...and another to resist his wildly groping hands. Squeezing after he had stretched her legs did not feel great, but she easily got the motivation when he could hear and feel him struggling. He even fondled at her butt. How cute.

"Don't touch the butt!" she warned, looking over her shoulder long enough to see his desperate face, and with her turning, her power eased to give her legs a brief respite. But after a couple of seconds, she recrossed her ankles, turned ahead again, and again straightened and squeezed. Her legs expanded with muscle.

His question brought an actual chuckle, one that shook her whole body, and as a result, his head, too. "What, wrestling boy doesn't know a good headscissor hold? Kelly Gates' own?" Esther, feeling all kinds of good about herself again, managed to keep up a steady, pulsing pressure, her glutes rising and falling with each new squeeze. It didn't feel the best to her, but he no doubt felt worse.

The tapping told her so. Though not trying to be cheap, Esther milked out an extra second and a half keeping him locked in the gates, then unceremoniously spread her legs to let his head drop. She slid forward until she sat up on his chest and looked back over her shoulder at him. He looked so overwhelmed. Was it revenge time? Esther beamed. It was indeed revenge time.

She scooted back until her butt rested again against his chin, though this time, her glutes framed his jawline. Esther straightened her back and brought both arms up to flex, giving him a view of her muscular form above him. "That didn't take long, did it?"

[Teenwrestler]

If there were any doubts in his head that this farm girl could wrestle, they were swiftly swept aside by this lightening round. Esther was all over him just as the round started, taking him down to the mats and then having him trapped in a reverse headscissors hold, something to which he was really was not accustomed to defend against. The move itself was quite strong, his face was red and sweaty as her thighs were crushing his head. He struggled under her but from from where he was, down on his back, with her pressing on him there was really no room to move around or bridge up to shake her off. He started to pant heavily, his neck and chest sweaty as he kicked the mats but to no avail and had no choice but to give up after trapped in there for minutes.

That was just the start, after the submission she would let his head drop to the mat before straightening up to sit on his chest. The humiliation and revenge would soon follow, Esther would scoot backwards until his chin was pressed against her butt. Her glutes framed against his jawline while she squared her back and brought her arms up to her side, flexing, to show off that she just pulled off a dominant victory over the so-called professional.

Ryu was left there drenched in sweat, panting and exhausted! "Hah.....hah....get off me.....I'm no boy" he protested, his voice clearly filled with anger and frustration.

[HotWheels]

Posing over him felt so good. She still wanted to plant a foot on him later, but the butt-pin would suffice for now.

After he bit back at her for her words, she dropped her flexing arms to her thighs and shrugged, sitting atop him an extra couple of seconds. "Yeah, you're right. You're a man who just lost a fall. Just like that, we're all tied up." She put a touch of extra obnoxious twang in her voice as she said it, then slowly lifted and stepped away from him. The squeezing had made her legs a touch sore, but she had barely broken a sweat. To make that point clear, she fetched the towel he had tossed aside, only to toss it across the room and onto the couch herself and walk over to the kitchen for another sip of water, looking as fresh as she could be. She stared at him all the while with a faint, satisfied smile, only reaching down to rub at the inside of her thighs when he looked away.

Honestly, pulling that maneuver, one of her best to fall back on, so early in the match might hurt her later. He would know it was coming if she tried again. But to make the statement, she needed to pull that scissorhold out on him and make him think twice about the threat she posed. It just might open him up to different offense.

Strolling back over to the mats, this time, she waited for him. "Not in such a hurry now?"

[Teenwrestler]

The pose was insufferable, Ryu could not believe that she managed to pick up a fall over him with such ease. All it took was one submission move and the Dragon was left submitting to his farm girl who had yet to make a debut at LAW. He had to be careful now, he could not afford any other slip-ups. It was clear that there was no love lost between the two, both of them wanted nothing more to beat the other and now humiliate each other after every fall. "Hah....I said get off me" he said in a stern voice but still did not struggle while she posed him, he was ready to respect the breaks between the falls and a short victory pose was presumably earned after a fall and when he had done the same to her.

He would roll off the mat and kick his gym bag, he was clearly frustrated. Esther barely broke a sweat and he was left a sweaty mess! His face and neck red, body glistening and he was hurt. He would grab some water and drink from it before grabbing a towel, drying himself off as he watched her from across the kitchen counter, drinking water and smiling at him. He had to wipe that smile off her face.

"Just shut up. That was a lucky fall" he said after the two resumed their positions on the mat. Ryu would lunge at her in aggression, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her up in his arms and take her off the mats to dump her on the sofa on her back with him laying on top of her and pinning her down.

[HotWheels]

Oh, he was ticked. Esther felt a touch of amusement, but also a touch of apprehension that made a little shiver run through her. Making a man of his size angry did not seem the wisest course of action, but he had made a woman...of her size angry. Regardless, she still sashayed her way over to the mats like she was worth a million dollars after making him tap. She would probably anger him moreso due to her attitude. Oh well. Esther had always been a woman to outwardly wear and flaunt whatever she felt.

He did seem so angry when they reconvened on the mat. Esther thought about trying to nab his neck for another jawbreaker, but that seemed a scheme that would not work a second time. But the strike of hesitation compelled him to move first, and though Esther lashed out to strike him in the arm and shoulder when he lunged, he made like a freight train, shook off her strike, and rammed into her when she started trying to backpedal. Esther quietly croaked when he lifted her so easily off of her feet, and she kicked with her feet and gripped at his shoulders in hopes that he didn't plan to suplex her...or worse.

But no, she felt the room's cool air whip past as he slammed her into...the soft couch. Still, she hit hard enough to feel the couch frame through the cushions, and he landed on top of her to pin her in place. Not wishing to encounter a second grapevine, Esther brought her legs up to hug his waist, figuring that she could end up in worse place than in a pin during a submission match, but her only other idea was to jam both of her elbows into his traps muscles to stop him from wrapping her up in his arms.

[Teenwrestler]

He was clearly upset and the aggressive nature of the start of the third round was proof of that. However, aggression meant he was not thinking straight and wrestling was more about technique than just raw brute strength. He would ram into her, picking her up in his arms before running off the mats to ram her back into the couch where she dropped onto her back on the sofa with him on top. He wanted to plan to mount her but that was foiled when she would bring her legs up to wrap them around his waist, giving him a firm squeeze and to keep him at bay.

"Ugh" he grunted, feeling her legs squeeze. There was much less room to work on now less he feared falling off the couch and onto the hard floor. He would try to pry her legs off his waist but quickly gave up on that idea, instead he would remain on his knees and wrap his arms around her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap and keep her front pressed against his own and squeezed her out with all his might in a makeshift bearhug.

He balanced himself on his knees on the couch while squeezing, trying not to fall off. "Give up" he sternly demanded.