Of Smothers and Podophilia! Tristan Alden vs. Mina Takemi!

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"...Okay, you got me there," Tristan admitted as he kept his grip on her leg. He did his best (and failed) at ignoring what transitioning from a waist lock to a grapevine kneebar had down. He shock his head to get the glorious sight of her nude leg, thigh and even a cheek. Compounding his blush was the fact he wasn't sure, from the brief "wardrobe malfunction" whether or not Mina was going commando...

And a just as hard challenge occurred as he was about to complete the hold, giving him a better view of her foot. He paused for a moment, his base desires taking control of his imagination as he thought what her feet might look or even taste like? He'd was willing to bet they looked just as beautiful as the rest of her.

"Grah! Get it together man!" The blonde thought, shaking his head as he regained composure.

And then... something strange happened.

Mina Takemi had been, up until now, flaunting her body and sexuality for all its worth, seemingly allowing Tristan to be on the offensive as she played the most devious seductive mind games with him. So, when she suddenly rolled through his hold and forced Tristan to run to the ropes, the blonde was understandably, flabbergasted.

"What...how....huh?" Confusion reigned in the blonde's mind as he bounced off the ropes and towards Mina.

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This man certainly did seem distracted... She couldn't help but notice his preciously smooth moves had become stunted... Hesitant. Perhaps he merely felt uncomfortable about the nature of their mixed gender match-up. Regardless. This was not an issue that Dr. Takemi shared.

The ring therapist's roll-through sent Tristan charging into the ropes! As he collided with them, his weight charged them with physical energy. Meanwhile, Mina had reached her full vertical base! His momentum and the elastic properties of the tape covered ropes sent him back her way!

Mina headed his way like a freight train! "YOSHA!" She yelled as she lashed out with her right arm in a crushing lariat. A Clothesline From Hell! Her full body went into the manuever with nary a pound of force to spare! She'd make this man pay for hesitating. He wouldn't wake up until his next match, if the powerful woman had her way.

Clothesline From Hell

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The blonde tried to control his momentum as best he could, still a bit in shock at the sudden shift that Mina took from the sultry submissive to non-sense fighter. That and well, her sending him to the ropes without any warning.

Still, Tristan thought he could get himself out of this situation if he could counter it. Alas, Mina had other ideas, for the mature buxom beauty was on her feet and charging at Tristan with her right arm jutting out.

"Oh fu-" The pretty boy couldn't even finish his curse as that powerful right arm crashed in the neck with such force that Tristan was couldn't believe it didn't decapitate him. Flat on his back, a now punch drunk Tristan was somehow still able to speak, as he then deliriously muttered, "Uggghhh.... can someone get the number of that bus...?"

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Mina felt the boy's face impact against her bicep as she practically pulled his head off his shoulders with her clothesline! So intense had the clothesline been, that the aftermath saw her falling forward onto her hands and knees. Her arm ached from the crushing impact of the blow. It was different from the ache Tristan felt however... it was the ache of a job well done. It was the supreme satisfaction of dismantling her foe. Hmph. The fairer sex indeed.

"Easy there sweetheart. You've just been in accident. Best not to move too much." She said grinning as she approached tristan's side. "Better to just lay there and wait for the authorities." She added before throwing her legs out and dropping straight down onto his head. Specifically, dropping her barely covered backside directly down onto his face! Her plump cheeks falling to either side of his face as the train of her dress fell over his expression to hide it from sight.

"1!" Came the count as Mina crossed her legs atop him, treating the recently concussed man's head as a throne.

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"Ugghhh.... I when I get better, I'm so going to get that driver fired," A punch drunk Tristan groaned. Mina, apparently, was less of a doctor and more of an amazon. The blonde slowly but surely began to recover from his daze, looking up at a grinning Mina when she approached him and then tease him some more. "Yeah... and maybe a lawyer to-HMPH!" The blonde tried to jest back, but Mina had other ideas. And those other ideas apparently involved smothering him with her glorious behind.

"NMMMMMPHHHH MMMMMPHHH!" Came Tristan's muffled cries, as Mina used him as an impromptu throne. He began to impotently flail, hearing the referee count one. "Man, she really is dummy THICC and- No! Gotta focus!" Tristan thought.

"Two!" The crowd chanted, as the referee slammed her hand on the mat.

Adrenaline bolstered the blonde, as he attempted to swing his legs up toward where he thought Mina's head was. If his aim (for lack of a better word) was true, Tristan would then try to envelope Mina's neck with his legs and swing her to a ground, reversing the face sitting pin to a headscissors!

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Mina had been here many a time. Her opponent nestled comfortably in-between the flesh of her generous backside. She crossed her arms under her bust and let out a deep sigh of contentment. The count had begun and the match was over. At least that's what the man's incoherent babbling indicated before he was mercifully silenced by her butt.

She relaxed and closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the sensual feeling of sealing her victory with a smother. "GACKT!" That was until she felt her airways closed by a sudden vice-like scissor! Her eyes shot open and found herself knocked off her perch!

She tumbled to the canvas in a tangle of limbs. Two of them somehow found their way to Tristan's ankles to beg to pry at his grip. But it wouldn't matter. The damage had been done. The pin had been averted!

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"DDAAAAUUUHHHH!" Tristan gasped for precious air after he'd dethroned his curvy foe. Panting for a few more seconds, he felt smooth hands pry against his ankles, causing him to reflexively flex his thighs, trying to add more pressure to the headscissor. "H...hey, none of that," a still panting Tristan said, as his face turned from to its more normal ivory tone.

The blonde then attempted to reach over and grab her wrists as he'd also try to clinch her neck harder in his thigh. "I mean, it's only fair, since you, literally, took my breathe away. I figure I should do the same for you," Tristan joked, a cocky smirk coming back on his face. It helped that it was the first move in the match that his powerful, skilled and beautiful foe hadn't intended on being hit with!