P.O.W Collar Match - K.R.R vs Tobias Schwarz

[Monsy]

Her hand stayed like rigid steel, unmotivated to do much more than sheath her mouth. Carried on by the whimper against his length that pushed itself against her cheek, smushed up until her blush burned ear-to-ear. She stood on her ankles, her free arm strewn to clutch the top rope from underneath, and her hand pushed palm-outward to wedge between his member and her countenance. It gave only enough time for her eyes to gape, peer up and feel the first fist sting her skull. They bit into her one after the other, built up into a headache that plumed into dizziness, tingling sensations that infected her arms, legs and back. At least she protected her face, right? Some dignity to savour, neither busted open by this dog who rallied the crowd to his wretched count, leaving her to stew in the aftermath. She heaved a hard breath and threw herself forward, managing two steps before she froze and her shaking thighs pressed together knee-to-knee. Her shoulders slumped; her hand came forward to support her thigh while a hand pressed upon her hair-curtained forehead. Those lips turned into a chatter, teeth ground against each row as steam pushed out the corner of her lips. A glare stuck towards Tobias, full of blood and yearning for more. She saw little though beyond three copies of him; felt as though she weighed a hundred pounds more.

“I-I’ll god damn kill you…I’ll fucking snap all your fucking fingers, twice, then do the same to your dick… ”

Her knees pulled apart, yet the rattle still held true. She threw her weight forward into a stumble and cocked her fist back, and lugged it overhead towards what may have been his face. So long as it hit bone or earned a yelp, that would satisfy.

[RJD]

Tobias couldn't help but smile as the crowd counted, the interaction was fairly amusing to the inexperienced wrestler, much different to the serious nature of martial arts which he was slightly more familiar with. The pretty boy was fortunate enough to get the full count complete, using his larger body to bully his opponent in the corner before finally backing up to give her some relief.

The pretty boy expected Karla to take advantage of the space to recuperate, but the fiery redhead instead stumbled forward and threw herself into a vengeful punch, once which closed in on Tobias and drew his panicked gaze.

The man was barely able to respond, throwing up a block that was just a moment too late, as she punched him square in the face, his arms flailing up in an attempt to block as he cried out and stepped back slightly, stunned and open from the blow, as the crowd popped as Karla turned the tide again.

[Monsy]

Her arm lugged like a fifty-kilogram sandbag, hoisted by a pencil stabbed on its long-wise end. Her shoulders hunched, a forearm caught over her bent knees, hobbling two steps towards the left and staring through strands of red hair. Right hand to cusp her left, forearm folded over forearm; sweet numbness quaked inside her index and middle knuckle, and the crowd’s boon struck like a knife. She heaved up, flexed her back, turned her head and swiped her arm towards the front row. “Be quiet…. you... poor gnats!”

She hissed through laboured breaths, combed a hand through her bangs and charged Tobias head-on with gnashed teeth and razor blades for eyes. A challenge of three stomps, then a leap; a cocked back fist sent its superman payload towards the bridge of his nose. “GO! DOWN!”

[RJD]

That stray punch connected with Tobias' face, leaving him groggy to the following combo of stomps. The pretty boy wasn't used to such relentless strikes, groaning or whimpering after each as he hunched over, almost stooping to a knee from the accumulated damage.

Tobias was able to notice a moment of opportunity as his foe leap though, ducking almost entirely on impact and narrowly evading Karla's superman punch, even stumbling sideways as he did so, an escape so narrow he felt the air shift from her movement.

The blonde quickly reacted, correcting his kneeling stance and standing up, trying to push Karla back towards the corner as he did so, needing a moment's separation after such a close call.

Tobias would then rush forward himself, as he tried to whip his arm forward right into Karla, trying to crush her against the corner with a strong armed clothesline, trying to shut down her comeback with a sudden power move.

[Monsy]

All that hate threw itself into that punch. So committed that when her arm fully extended, it wrung and hurt at the elbow and shoulder, finding nothing but air and his hands laid upon her again. She was more so a kitten to resist, forced on her heels that rattled, almost teetered to one side as her shoulder blades nursed themselves against the leather cushion. Her head rolled back, her arms reached out to intercept his clothesline, but it came right into her neck. “W-Wai- GUH!”

Her eyes bulged as pain stung her collarbone. It was as though someone took a bat to it. Her head whipped back to bump the turnbuckle’s crown, her legs kicked up, and she crumpled towards the canvas like a corpse. An arm draped over the bottom rope, legs spread, one sprawled on the ring apron, the other veered the opposite way. Just a shoulder was on the canvas, that same arm folded up and laid across her forehead. Her eyes closed so she could groan, but opened on occasion, fluttering as she gazed up, breathing like an overheated dog. “Stupid pretty boy... Get away.” The arm over her forehead unfurled to slap the top of his boot.

[RJD]

Tobias managed to smoothly evade that punch, though there was a slight shiver down his spine as he felt the air shift from the strike. The blonde stepped forward, and capitalised with an equally dangerous clothesline, one which met it's mark as the fiery redhead didn't manage to put up a block in time.

" Phew. I'm glad mine hit, guess you were a little too eager. " Tobias said with a relieved whistle, then smirking slightly as Karla called him pretty, though she certainly hadn't meant it in a complimentary way.

Tobias got an idea, and backed up a little bit to create some space between himself and his cornered foe. The pretty boy would then look to humiliate his opponent a little, figuring that her attitude was certainly deserving of a little extra teasing.

The pretty boy ran forward, and leapt up, aiming to land straddling the corner, legs over the bottom ropes. Of course Karla was in the way though, and his thighs landing atop her shoulders as his groin landed right in her face. Tobias then bounced, whipping his member into his face, and slamming his muscular hips back down onto her chest and shoulders, that movement was energetically repeated as Tobias gripped the ropes and tried to crush Karla in the corner with an extra spicy bronco buster.

Tobias may seem a gentleman, but he was certainly the flirty type, and in a POW match he definitely wouldn't hesitate to assert himself over the absolutely tempest and cruel Karla.

[Monsy]

She was choked and flattened against the corner; a body like paper, knees shredded and gave out, and arms that gave out, lucked out only by hooking some ropes to keep herself up. Her chin dipped onto a collar bone, and her head tilted towards the right as she blew a hot stream of air. “Blegh…”

There was a sharp rise in her chest, deflated in each exhale. She saw little more than the lights of cameras that flickered at them, the mannerisms of front-row lessers that shouted, cheered and booed. The weight of her back as she arched and sunk deeper towards the canvas. Her eyes seemed to roll back, as did her head, then a weight bore down right on her chest. They made a throne out of her breasts, squished like cushions, her ribs rattled and throbbed as her length came forward and was knocked back his initial hip thrust. The man’s length stretched over her jaw, cheek and a closed eye. Her face was turned to one side, set alight into a vibrant crimson. Lips curled inward, the bottom swallowed and pinched by top-row teeth. The added thrust left her without breath, squeezed out in choked screams as she trembled, her head knocked back in each motion, rattling her brain as it flinched inside. It felt almost swollen, and she more exhausted as she sunk lower and lower. “Stop it!”

Her leather-clad legs coiled up and kicked the open mat; her hands reached, set on his thigh to prevent another thrust, her second hand to move his length away from her face. Heaven forbid it mess with her lipstick.

[RJD]

Tobias landed on his target, straddling her face tightly in the corner. " Wooo! " the pretty boy called out, pounding her face with his thrusts and bounces. For a moment Karla was helpless, letting him enjoy riding her until those hands of hers gripped him to end his fun.

Tobias was frozen for a second as she moved his member out her face with her hand, it was surprisingly brazen of her, but well... in this situation it makes sense she'd do so despite seeming like a complete wallflower.

" Sure, you've had enough. " Tobias agreed as Karla told him to stop, deciding to show a little mercy by un-straddling her face and taking the time to pull her legs out from past the ropes.

Tobias would then try to grab Karla's hair to pull her out of the corner, trying to lift her up and then sidestep behind her, locking his arms around her waist as he lifted her up, and walked forward, lifting her up and pressing his groin forward into her butt, before he lowered her back to the canvas and tried to then fall back and throw her behind him with a release German suplex.

[Monsy]

She was a puppet without her strings. Sprawled, jointless and breathless. Her body sank towards the canvas, with little strength beyond her shout and the hand that stopped his member from its atrocity. When his body lifted off, there was a sense of chills. The liberated weight made her lungs jump into a fit of coughs. A hand guarded her mouth, wiped any perceived filth as she shook her head of cobwebs. Her eyes liked the left; the nearest rope she flung her body at. Both arms hooked the middle rope, slumped, so her back arched into a ramp. Didn’t matter, though.

Because Tobias’s hand gripped her velvet hair like pinching a cat’s scruff. She scampered up, knees pressed, ankles parted, and arms draped against her front. Recollecting some self-worth, she peered up to him, drew back her fist and thrust. It seethed through the air and her limp shoulder lugged. She twisted on hip, then was pulled into his waist, his core that pushed on her plump rear, skin-tight in light-glistening latex over each cheek, now smushed into his front. Leaning back on the tip of her heels, she found no balance. Her hands grabbed his. Her legs trembled. Eyes screwed shut as she choked to find the strength to unlock him. When she opened her eyes again, it had turned upside down. Legs swung overhead, midsection tossed, bridged, and her head, leaned back, the back of which spiked the canvas as did her shoulders. The suffering made her scream, briefly, more like a squeal. Her neck felt like it grew three feet and all her organs rushed to cram inside her skull, then throb when everything didn’t fit.

She rolled back onto her knees, continued until her back spanked the turnbuckles from which hence she came, then rebound towards the canvas. There was a lull, however, staring ahead with empty eyes, arms draped that idly teetered, and her legs opened, knees planted which became the fulcrum in how she fell forward, right on her face. Her hips remained up; her knees propped them up as her arms fell towards her waist, and her right cheek smushed into the canvas, looking left towards the front row. There was drool coming out one corner of her smothered lips, the side that half-kissed the canvas, leaking down her face. The crowd roared at what they saw. “Blegh…”

[RJD]

Tobias fell to the mat as he threw Karla behind him, sitting up and twisting round to observe his handiwork before slowly getting up to his feet. Karla landed in a fun position, practically taking a bow, with her hips in the air and her face right against canvas. Tobias couldn't help but laugh as he approached, eyeing up her behind.

" What a generous position, thank you Karla! ' Tobias teased, swinging his arm to smack his open palm into her upwards pointing derriere once, and then twice to make this cheeks jiggle. Then Tobias would try to crouch down behind her, carefully slotting his growing shaft nicely between and up against those butt cheeks as he reached round down at either side of her body to cross his hands over her chin and pull harshly back as he pressed his hips forward, practically inventing a new submission so he could compress and hurt Karla while also humping and grinding up against her lovely buttocks.

" I think if you were wearing the collar this could end the match. I'm curious, so let's test if you can get out, or if you need to tap. " Tobias said, as he pulled back and thrusted forward, practically doggy styling Karla.