Hajna Horvath vs Tokie Fronderbarg - Hunting A Jobber

[Jaystar]

Hajna was certainly putting on a villainous act by making sure to humiliate Tokie in front of all the crowds, but to be fair, she wasn't really saying or doing anything that was untrue. The Swede had brought this turn of events onto himself with his protesting words, and it wasn't Hajna's fault if he hadn't quite really known what he had been wishing for...

Nevertheless, the redhead's act and words seemed to be working. While Tokie did admittedly get a chance to recover for a bit now alone inside the ring, the Huntress of Puszta was also getting him very effectively riled up, even if she was technically far away from him. And inevitably, her performance was getting so deep into the boy's head, that he began spitting some angry words, probably ones that weren't really justified in his position, and started approaching the redhead now firmly residing outside the ring!

Of course, Hajna could see him coming from miles away. This was naturally her intention too... She wanted Tokie outside the ring. And oh boy, what he decided to do was almost comical too... Instead of coming up with some focused attack, the Swede had seemingly let his rage to blind himself! It was obvious right from the start that he was coming right at Hajna - even if his progress was inevitably slow as he needed to get out of the ring and all - and the Hungarian had plenty of time to prepare herself! Thus, when Tokie was already rather close running towards her, Hajna could simply take a few steps forward and a bit to the side, so that she could then try to take hold of the arm that the Swede was trying to swing at her, and instead, swing the boy around her, hopefully sending him crashing against the metal barriers behind the redhead!

[Treky]

Tokie didn't even have time to realize how far he'd fallen into the trap.

As soon as his foot hit the floor outside the ring, his blind, furious acceleration made him as predictable as an open book. Hajna studied him like a young animal charging without knowing who or what it was after. And when he made that clumsy, impulsive attempt to strike her... she acted.

Her hand closed around Tokie's arm with icy precision.

An instant later, the boy's world turned upside down.

Hajna used all his momentum, all of it, spinning him around like a dead weight. Tokie completely lost control of his body: his feet lifted, his torso followed her commanded arc, his expression transformed from fury to pure terror a second before impact.

And the impact came.

CRASH!

Tokie was thrown against the metal barriers with a clang that echoed throughout the arena. His shoulders hit first, then the rest of his body bent forward like a puppet without strings. His legs buckled beneath him almost comically, a slow, awkward slide toward the floor.

[Jaystar]

The premise of the match might have promised for some a little softer action with Hentai and all, not least suggested so by Hajna's revealing attire too. But by coincidence, Tokie had made his redheaded opponent take things outside the ring - or, he had practically been begging for it - and now that he was getting what he had wished for, things were turning pretty painful pretty quickly for the Swede. Perhaps he should have been a little more careful with what wishing for...

In any case, the boy soon found himself crashing against the metal barriers, his body bending haplessly forward and legs buckling, ending up on the floor in a miserable heap. And all the while, the Huntress of Puszta simply watched on with a satisfied and evil smile on her face. Tokie was indeed proving to be an incredibly easy prey to catch - even easier than she had envisioned in the beginning...

"Why did you go there? Silly boy... Let me show you where you belong..." the Hungarian began taunting her struggling opponent before crouching down, and taking hold of his ankles. The redhead would drag Tokie's body along the floor just a few meters away from the barriers, before beginning to lift his ankles higher up, trying to eventually take a hugging hold of his knees while pressed against her body, hanging him upside down against her! Certainly not a good sign for the Swede...

"Ready for the ride?" the huntress then queried in an ominous tone, before beginning to circle around at a developing phase... And after a few circles, she then tried to release Tokie's body gradually from her grip, hoping to make it crash against the edge of the ring apron this time! For now, there was to be no break from painful punishment for Tokie!

[Treky]

Tokie barely had time to breathe.

His body still throbbed from hitting the barricade, ribs aching, shoulders shaking as he tried to push himself up on trembling forearms. But Hajna’s voice — low, cruel, hungry — froze him before he could rise even an inch.

“S…sil— no—”

His legs were yanked out from under him.

Tokie’s back smacked the floor again as Hajna dragged him effortlessly across the mats like dead weight. His fingers scraped helplessly along the floor, reaching for anything — ropes, barricade, even just friction — but she gave him none.

“Ngh—! H-Hajna— w-wait—!”

But the Huntress wasn’t waiting.

She hoisted his legs higher, lifting him inch by inch until his hips rose, then his back, until his world flipped upside down and his face hung toward the floor. Tokie’s arms dangled uselessly, blood rushing to his head as Hajna hugged his knees tight to her chest and held him inverted against her body.

“A-Aghh—! St-stop—!”
His hands clawed at her thighs, the mat, anything, but he was suspended, helpless, completely under her control.

Her breath brushed his ear.

“Ready for the ride?”

Tokie barely had time to shake his head before she began to spin.

The world blurred — barricades, lights, ceiling, fans — whipping past in dizzying circles. Tokie’s stomach lurched violently, his cries lost in the rush of motion as Hajna turned faster, tighter, each rotation wrenching his spine and stomach.

“N—no—no—no—!”

And then—

She let go.

Tokie flew.

His body spun out of her grip like a ragdoll, spiraling downward—

CRACK!

His shoulder and upper back smashed brutally against the edge of the ring apron, the hardest surface in the entire arena. The impact folded him violently before he dropped limply to the floor, clutching his shoulder in agony.

“A—Aghh!! Gah—!!”

His legs twitched, his breath came in sharp, broken gasps, the world spinning around him far too fast.

Tokie couldn’t even get to his knees.
Not yet.
Not after that.

Hajna’s shadow fell over him as he lay there, battered and utterly at her mercy.

[Jaystar]

For a ragdolled punching bag, Tokie suddenly burst into much more active phase with his resistance. Perhaps he was, wisely, realizing that being in the ring with someone like Hajna was a rather dangerous endeavor indeed - and especially, being outside of the ring with someone like Hajna. The metal barriers had served as a substantial enough of a wake up call for the Hungarian to now hear his claws desperately scraping against the floor as he was getting dragged on, and feel his fingers then clawing helplessly against her strong thighs as she was keeping him suspended upside down.

But ultimately, none of that was going to help him at all. Not even his desperate pleas, which were by now becoming like music to the ears of the merciless huntress.

Yet another painful smash for Tokie's back was inevitable as Hajna released her prey and sent him against the ring apron. The troubled Swede fell instantly limply to the floor, laying at the Hungarian's feet in a crumpled heap.

For a moment, Hajna let her shadow hide Tokie into its ominous cast. "Why are you begging so much? Too scared to face a strong, powerful woman?" the Huntress of Puszta mocked her opponent, who did not seem to have any hope of coping with her. "You just seemed to be so eager to get your hands on me..." she then mocked teasingly, telling of what her mind was plotting for next...

Crouching over, Hajna took a stiff hold of Tokie's hair, starting to pull his head upward... Pressing his face against, and letting it slide along her leather boot in the process. Eventually, the Swede would get to feel the skin of her upper thigh against his cheek, before it got briefly replaced by her black leather thong. Finally, his head would reach the soft skin of her belly, which by now the redhead was expecting to get him more eager to get back to his own two feet again. Especially, as he must had figured out by now what was now to follow...

The Huntress of Puszta then proceeded to press her own body hard towards the ring apron, squeezing Tokie's own body between it and herself. Then, she would grab a proper, hugging hold around his head, press it against her plump breasts, letting it slide beneath the white pieces of garment covering her nipples. "Better?" the redhead asked sarcastically, while delivering just a brief, proper breast smother as a sign of dominance, and a way to get him more enticed for getting back into the ring...

Soon the Hungarian would turn her actions into rougher ones again, as she lifted Tokie's body even higher up, and shoved it onto the ring's edge. "Come on! Get back where you belong!" she then demanded, giving Tokie pushes and shoves towards the ring ropes that surely told him where she was expecting him to be heading next.

[Treky]

Tokie felt Hajna's hands carelessly push him toward the ropes, and for a moment his body reacted before his mind: a jolt, an uncertain step, his breath catching in his throat. Every movement was a silent protest of his muscles, sore and slow to respond. There was no longer any room for feigning strength; there was only the instinct to obey, to yield to that crushing pressure that left no alternative.

The edge of the ring scraped his back as he tried to get up. His trembling hands found the ropes, dripping with sweat, and tightened their grip with a desperate grip. *It hurts…* he thought, but it wasn't a thought of rebellion, just a tired realization. Every breath was short, ragged, and his chest burned as he gasped for air.

He still felt the weight of her presence, even now that he was half a step away. It was like a shadow that wouldn't leave him, an invisible pressure that reminded him who was truly in charge. Tokie lowered his gaze for a moment, his shoulders hunched, his body seeming to demand respite more than his voice ever had.

With a slow, painful effort, he slipped one shoulder between the ropes and slid into the ring. The mat greeted him with a dull thud that elicited a barely contained groan. He remained on his knees for a few seconds too long, his head down, his hands planted on the ground as if to ensure he didn't collapse completely.

When he finally stood up, he did so carefully, feeling every small movement like a pang. He didn't try to hide his fatigue: his body spoke for him, telling how broken and dragged he had been. He barely raised his eyes, undefiant, his expression meek with exhaustion.

*All right,* he thought bitterly. *I'm back where she wants me to be.*
And he remained there, standing but vulnerable, ready to suffer again, because he now knew he truly had no choice.