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

[Monsy]

Ah, the mats were almost wet with her lipstick and drool. Those empty eyes pondered everything. Her ears rung as his steps carried by, the voice jiggled around her skull, like her rear globes that rippled as though he tapped a pond. Those hips jerked on the second, fingers curled into fists and squelched as they dug into her palm. Something stiff pushed on her buttocks. It gave her chills. Her face exploded with heat, made worse when he gripped her chin and torqued. “AAAAH-!” She shrieked; her back arched up into a ramp, pulled into an ever more violent arch. Spit thrashed on her lips as she seethed; heavy breathing swept betwixt teeth to make a hiss. Eyes squeezed shut, wet, and her hands rose to grip his wrists.

“I… Loathe you. Let me out. Let me out!”

The dual sensations. Whatever you called it. Pain and humiliation. An indignation cocktail, unfit with stolen integrity. The lack of that respect wished her fingers would turn to knives to mince his hands into toothpicks and slips of poorly-diced hand-meat. She wanted to kick like her feet were hammers, though they could only move up and down, vent that frustration against the mats while she screamed again. One hand reached out, and an eye peeked, swept towards the ropes to try and grab. To snatch it and end whatever farce this submission was. She will not tap to such a dishonourable hold.

[RJD]

Tobias squeezed Karla in this half baked submission hold, a hold most efficient in grinding his shaft into her behind, which was far less likely to cause any actual damage than it was to make Karla die with embarrassment. Regardless the blonde persisted with it, relentlessly pulling back and leaning back as if this were a match ending move, prolonging Karla's humiliation with every bit of spirit and energy he had.

" Come on...accept defeat. This is the move you're fated to lose against. " Tobias joked, before letting go once Karla got to the ropes. The pretty boy would try to lift her up and pin her up against the ropes, trying to press her pelvis forward into her bottom to bully the smaller wrestler and box her in on the ropes.

Then if that worked, Tobias would try to wrap his arms round her waist, to fall back and german suplex her right into the canvas, abruptly tensing his arms and using as much strength he could muster in his attempt. Meanwhile a very disgruntled ref would tell Tobias off for not giving Karla the opportinity to get up properly despite the rope break.

[Monsy]

Half-hearted it may be, but she still felt every twerk. Perhaps the body-to-body made it worse… It drowned her in heat. She was livid. This rabid animal is pinned down with aching limbs. Strain kept her still until she found the ropes. Clasped fingers that squeezed, thankfully latex-cloaked so the sweat didn’t make them slip off. She panted like a dog; the push suffocated any progress in regaining her wind. Her hips choked themselves on the bottom rope, and her ribs, just below the breasts, squished against the middle. A gaped expression looked to the ground, sizzling crimson, sweaty and those eyes smeared by wet eyeliner. The grip around her waist lifted her up. Her hands piled onto his grip, but soon her feet left the ground, crashed overheard on her head, shoulders and upper back. 〝NNTAA!!〞Her teeth and eyes scrunched, then both gaped to scream. Both ankles flopped but her head, her hips straight up and her breasts flopped beneath her chin. Those hands were sprawled, half-folded above her head. She began to drool, twitching as she laid folded. Anything would be done for a breath…

[RJD]

Tobias felt himself getting hard as Karla painted and puffed, though he quickly slammed her into the canvas with his duplex, before standing back up and turning around to witness the state of his proud redheaded foe. Karla was folded over and drooling on herself, looking so suggestive that Tobias felt himself twitch and then felt slightly guilty.

" Well... since you're so kindly offering yourself up. " he said, slowly walking over to her and trying to sit on her face, muscular butt smothering her out. Then he would position his arms against her thighs, to hold them in place to keep her thoroughly folded over.

Then Tobias would try to play the bongo drums, using her poor upward pointing butt, slapping each cheek relentlessly and in rhymm to further degrade his poor dishelved opponent.

[Monsy]

She crumpled like folded origami. Her spine curled, her legs prompted by her head, ankles kissed her ears and the leather squeaked with how tight it pulled, eating into both butt cheeks. The world span on its heels like a ballerina, and didn’t know when to slow. Lights doubled, tripled and quadrupled. Crowds like static. And that static became louder, popped when Tobias inched forward, then claimed the Reinhardt’s face as a throne! Her yelp was subdued and tired, her hands balled, then opened. High-pitched smacks resonated as they bongo’d her ass, like slapping the surface of water, with an aftertaste sting for the ears as Karla yelped some more. She gripped onto his waist, her breath having been held, and turning beet red. She clawed, trying a grip to pull on, or any amount of spin that she can rake.

[RJD]

Tobias let his cheeks spread across her face, sitting down fully so he could feel her breathing against his behind. The pretty boy enjoyed humiliating his unfortunate opponents, though he was a good sport in the opposite position, so he found it easy to tease beaten opponents till they practically begged him to end it.

Tobias played the bongos on her butt for a while, but eventually she managed to grab his hips and pull him with surprising strength, likely coming from fury as she tossed him sideways off her, onto his own back in a position he hadn't expected to be in.

Tobias wasn't really hurt by that though, so he would try to stay in control by grabbing Karla's hair, and lifting her up to her feet, before wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight as hs tried to lift her up for another bearhug, straining his muscles as he tried to squeeze the resistance out of her and crush her petite body against his muscular chest.

[Monsy]

Wrestling training didn’t prepare you for a man’s ass on your face.
All that dignity and pride, ego and rage was defiled. No other time came to mind for a worse humiliation. She could feel herself get sweaty, but also swell with this overwhelming vigour. A bloodlust that grabbed his hips with two leather-clad hands and tossed him off. She leaned onto a shoulder and coughed. “Y-YOU!” The words just couldn’t be expressed. One can say she choked on them.

Then he grabbed her hair, and she winced. Her feet doubled underneath her and she staggered onto shivering knees. Both hands gripped his wrist. She hissed and snarled at him. Razor sharp eyes seeped into his own. “E-ENOUGH!” Her voice snapped again. As he went around, she put her hands onto the crook of his elbows to stop the envelopment. She shoved them away, reached up, grabbed his hair and pulled his chin onto her head’s tip. Then she fell to her knees and sent all that momentum into his jaw!