Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen vs. Naomi Fujimoto

[godjacob]

"Well, I won't share any secrets. Though submissive ones are always cuter so I'll let you decide that one~" Naomi said with a wink, as she could admire the playful little tease even as he was in a seemingly precarious predicament as she presses her breasts into the hands, and squeezed tighter not willing to let go and waiting to drain the fight out of the young man.

[SimplePride]

Let me decide? What the hell does that mean? Isaiah wondered to himself as the hold began to take effect, "I'm not the man I was, heaven help you all..." was the last thing he said before passing out...

[godjacob]

Naomi smiled in gleeful satisfaction as she felt Isaiah slowly go out in her grip, giving a parting kiss to his pecs as she held him in the air while the referee would go to check if he was indeed out of it or not as she worked to raise his arm.

"One!"

It dropped down limp, as Naomi held but avoided squeezing as she referee worked to check again.

"Two!"

As the referre lifted it up the third time, Namoi kept a close eye as the crowd watched to see if this was the end.

[SimplePride]

"Three!" The referee exclaimed as Isaiah's arm fell limp. Isaiah had slumped over his opponent's shoulder, completely knocked out.

[godjacob]

"Your winner by knockout...Naomi Fujimoto!"

Naomi's theme played as her victory was announced to the world as she grinned gently setting Isaiah on the ground beneth her as the referee raised her hand in victory as Naomi took a moment to place a boot on Isaiah's chest as she struck an equally seductive if not powerful victory pose on him before she crouched down with that playful smirk ear to ear.

"You were just precious, if you ever want another crack at me...you know where I'll be~" Naomi said, giving a gentle kiss to the slumbering Isaiah's cheek just to tease him once more before she took her leave.

END

Winner: Naomi by Knockout via The Enticing Embrace