Someone's Gotta Win: Sailor Theta vs. Chantelle Calderwood

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Sailor Theta was so busy trying not to seem like a pervert that he failed to realize that Chantelle was going for a pin, trying to end this match early, he was rather startled when he heard the ref count:

"One...
T.."

Theta kicked out before she could finish saying "two" Although Theta would admittably call himself a jobber, he wasn't THAT easy! Theta would push Chantelle off of him and get back up before admitting, "I always go easy on pretty girls, it's a weakness of mine..." Theta wondered if putting all his cards on the table like that was the smartest move...

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The pinfall proved to be overly optimistic as she failed even to keep Theta down for a two count. With She quickly disentangled herself from Theta with a huff of frustration, scrambling to her feet after he'd thrown her off. As they faced each other again, Chantelle felt a slight flush of red to her cheeks at the male wrestler's words, not quite sure what to think!

She didn't exactly consider herself one of the 'pretty girls' normally, spending as much time as she did jobbing out to more skilled wrestlers. Feeling a little flustered, she tried to stay focused. So far it seemed clear she could match this opponent in a straight up wrestle - it was probably her best change to pick up a win to date!

"You're no' here to make compliments," she blurted uncertainly. "You're here tae wrestle - now c'mon!"

Still wanting to keep up her momentum, Chantelle attempted to lunge forward and grab him by the arm, trying to yank Sailor Theta straight into an Irish whip to restart the contest.

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It seemed to Theta that his comments mildly flustered Chantelle, but, not enough for it to matter as Sailor found himself being yanked up and flung into the corner with an Irish whip. This time, however, he stopped himself before he could hit the buckle. He would push himself off, and using the momentum of the push off, would attempt a flying kick to his opponent's head, hoping to finally get some offense going...

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A little flustered as she was by Theta's comments, Chantelle's attempted Irish whip lacked the full force of conviction, allowing the femboy to take the momentum and use it to his own advantage. She stumbled slightly on release, and by the time she straightened up again Sailor Theta was cannoning back towards her. Her eyes widened in surprise for an instant before he jumped to deliver a crunching kick to her head.

"AGGH!" Chantelle yelped as the blow connected, knocking her flat on her back. Clutching at her skull with both hands she tried to roll away, struggling to get to her knees before Theta could press the brief advantage.

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Theta hated to admit it, but, there was something sickeningly charming in the sound of his boot connecting to some broad's head. His kick was enough to send his opponent to the ground, though not for long as Chantelle rolled to her knees to prevent any further damage. Theta knew that this was his time. He would rush to where his opponent was kneeling and try to knock her down. If successful, he would wrap his girly thighs around Chantelle's head in a headscissors, hoping to slow the match down a bit and wear is opponent out...

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Chantelle tried to roll away from Sailor Theta after his surprise retaliation left her reeling. However, she was too slow to get clear of his follow up as the femboy caught up to her, knocking her down flat onto her back again. Her eyes went wide with panic as she felt his slim thighs close around her neck in a headscissor.

"Ngghhh!" she blurted shrilly as he squeezed, trapping her in place. The veteran Scot squirmed in Theta's grip, twisting at the hip and bridging her body as she pawed at his thighs, trying to get loose ... and doing her best to hide her blushes at having her face so close to the male wrestler's crotch!

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Sailor Theta looked down on the pretty face of his opponent, although she was in pain, he couldn't help but smile at the cute thing. However, he soon snapped out of it and realized that this was still a wrestling match. Chantelle's struggling somewhat perplexed Theta, there were some girls in the back that legit paid him to do this to. Being a girly boy came with some weird consequences. In Chantelle's struggling, she smacked Theta's butt, causing a shock release, and turning his face the same shade as his boots. He would never truly know if that was on purpose or not, but, he believed it was...

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After a few blushing moments Chantelle's flailing seemed to have the desired effect. Her hands slapped inadvertently at Sailor Theta's backside and almost instantly his legs opened, freeing her from the headscissor.

Red-faced and huffing for breath, Chantelle didn't question it, rolling clear of her opponent and grabbing the nearby ropes to haul herself upright. When she looked back she could see that Theta seemed to be blushing too - perhaps her wandering hands had had a more interesting effect than she would have thought!

But this was not the time to dwell on that. She had escaped and needed to make the most of it. Pushing off the ropes hard, the veteran Scot would launch herself at Theta, trying to catch him off guard with a leaping cross body attack!

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It seemed both were slightly embarrassed as Theta and his opponent both got up and began to restart the match. Theta had to admit, this was going a lot better than he imagined. Still, as he got up, Chantelle decided he wouldn't get a moment of respite as she charged him and leapt at him with a cross body. They both fell down, and Chantelle was at a rather...awkward position, laying on top of Theta, his face turned red again. Was this girl playing with him, or were these just horrible coincidences?

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Chantelle succeeded in catching Theta with her leaping cross body attack, sending both wrestlers crashing down to the canvas again. The Scot sprawled across Sailor Theta for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she felt the contours of his body press against her through the flimsy fabric of her attire.

Thrusting those thoughts from her mind, she rolled clear and scrambled to her feet and pumped a fist in the air, whooping triumphantly in an attempt to get the crowd to back her up. There was a half-hearted cheer but she clearly need to do more to get the audience invested in this clash.

Launching herself into a run, Chantelle bounced off the ropes and rushed back at the hopefully still sprawled out Sailor Theta, and tried to land a running elbow drop on the femboy's soft abs.