Esther Gates vs. Ryu Hiroshi II: The Slickest Moves

[HotWheels]

Esther might have appreciated what he said as good reasons, too, but she was too busy trying to keep her crotch intact. With everything pinned down, she knew that fighting back wouldn't do her any good. The temptation was there to do something with how badly the grapevine hurt, but that would have only been moving her hips, which would have only bent her legs that much more and worked her more deeply into the hold. Those predicaments in mind, the southerner locked up like a vault, just trying to hold onto her composure and keep her legs squeezed together as tightly as she could. With his leverage, that was not working too well.

She groaned into a "No." when he asked her if she gave in. It hurt, yes, but for a woman who had been kicked in her everything by animals more times than she could count, she could take it a while longer. But only a while longer. She just had to figure out a way to escape...or maybe just do it. She really just had to do it, she understood, as another yelp poured from her lips against her will as he flopped his abs down against hers.

The beauty chose her arms. Though he had hers pinned, he seemed to have his focus lower, and as such, she just strained with all of her might with her arms, shoving them up to try and free them from between his grip and the mats. Once she got them a little higher, she growled and groaned and snatched them to and fro to try and escape his grip. When she got one free, she did the only thing she could think to do: grabbed his head and tried to bury his face in her breasts.

[Teenwrestler]

So for, the Dragon was in complete control of this match. Being all over her, literally, he would continue to grind himself down onto her and force his weight down. Their oil slicked bodies slipped and grinded against each other while his hard muscles would be pressed against hers. He continued to spread his legs wider and wider, putting a lot of pressure on her groin while looking down right at her with a grin on his face. She replied just as he expected, with a resounding "No" and that was just fine with him.

"You can't escape. Just admit you have been outwrestled" he would say, with a more stern tone of voice. Esther began to struggle and the oil was making it real hard to keep a good grip of her wrists, especially when she would start to use all her might to push up and finally get her arms off the mats. "Nrgh w-what?" he gasped and suddenly one of her arms was freed and she used it to wrap it around the back of his head and pull him down into her breasts.

"MMFMFMFMFM!" he mumbled, releasing the other arm as well immediately. Instead, he wrapped both of his arms around her waist and began to squeeze with all his might. If she was going to smother her, he was going to squeeze her!

[HotWheels]

Admitting that she had been outwrestled was not something that Esther Gates would (likely) ever do, to whatever end. That stubbornness did not make her situation any better. The oil, however, certainly did. His grip was strong, but her pain made her movements wild enough that she got, at first, one hand free. Once that hand had a tight grip on the back of his head and introduced him to the same space he had occupied with his face a few times in their last match, he was forced to give her back the other arm, too, and her one-palmed grip turned into an outright hug of his head that left only her cleavage and the top of his head visible while the rest rediscovered how easily her femininity could leave him breathless.

His legs loosened somewhat in the grapevine too, and as she folded her arms together, she felt in the driver's seat again despite the ache in her crotch. A problem reoccurred, however, since his arms were now no longer occupied, either. The forearms slipped under her back with ease given the oil. "Stop with the hgh...uuuugs!", she choked out, when the squeeze wracked her typically-strong midriff again.

With neither of them having an option, a battle of wills broke out. With every inch her midsection was squished together, leaving the Aster with her eyes shuttered and her head thrown back, she squeezed that much harder on his head, her arms bugling with muscle and his nose becoming uncomfortably tight to her sternum. She just had to last...longer. As long as she could breathe and he couldn't: though as a breath hitched in her throat from the bearhug, she wasn't sure that would last either.

[Teenwrestler]

The match had started off quite aggressively and both of them was looking to make a point. Ryu was not prepared to lose to this rookie farm girl again, having her trapped under her meant that he could easily tire her out but she had some tricks up her sleeves. Not expecting that sudden smother, he was now trapped in a suffocating submission. In that moment of panic, he released her other arm and was forced to engage in a battle of wills. Her smother versus his bearhug. He would look to use his strength to try and pick up an advantage, trying to out last but he realized that the battle might be an uphill one because he was hardly able to breathe.

"Mmmfmfmf!" he mumbled against her breasts, he tried to lift his head off them but she wrapped both arms around his head and was really forcing his head down against them. Her muscles tight and bulging with his nose buried against her sternum! He could taste and feel the scent of the oil but he continued to squeeze her. He would press his body down onto hers more and more but he felt a strange sensation, a sense of feeling light headed as he struggled to breathe in any air.

He shook his head, now panicking even more as he tried to lift his head up more while also trying to roll them over to their side to try and make some room to breathe.

[HotWheels]

Any other time, Esther would have taken the constant shaking of his head as an opponent's trying to get a face full of her as long as they had the chance, but given Ryu's whole obsessive traditional wrestler aura, the lavender-hair beauty doubted it. And what would it have mattered, anyway? With the way he was compressing her midsection, turning it to mush, he could have started kissing, licking, it wouldn't matter. As long as he stayed breathless to give her a chance to win this, she didn't care. Already veins were bulging from her torso, arms, and neck, and she sang the groaning and moaning chorus of a woman trying to will her ribs to stay inside of her body, since it felt like he was going to squeeze them right out. The only thing he squeezed out was one of her breasts that slipped free from her bikini top, though she didn't have the sense to notice. The snapping pictures from the tiny audience didn't tip her off, either.

Beyond just trying to wiggle his head free, she could feel him trying to turn. Esther almost noticed too late so that they ended up on their sides, where gravity would benefit him much more than it would her. With a wail, she threw her shoulder back down and used their still-somewhat-tangled legs to her advantage, getting one of her calves around the back of his leg so he couldn't turn.

With her midriff turning to pudding, she wanted to tap, but she kept telling herself three more seconds three more seconds three more seconds. "I only leggo if you...doooo!" she blurted out, hoping he could hear her.

[Teenwrestler]

With all the struggling and panicky movements, his head would rub against his chest. He could barely see past either her skin or the fabric of her bikini top. His face was pressed up against her breasts, with the oil smearing on his face and he was forced to take in her scent. Trying his best to break free while still holding onto the leverage he had over her, the Dragon attempted to roll the two over. He managed to get over to have the pair on their side but even then she would hold on and conversely, so would he.

She would fight back too, there was no space between them as they were entangled in a very up close and personal grapple. Their strong bodies pressed tight and in the end, she would use her own strength to threw her shoulder back down and use her leg to eventually manage to bring them back over, having him down on his back with her on top.

This was it, it was either him or her. Ryu was not looking to compromise but he was starting to feel light headed. In that moment, his arms started to loosen up as his vision got blurry. "Mmmfmfmfmfmm~ Mmmmm....*cough*huff*" he would struggle under her, his movements almost feeling like involuntary spasms as it was clear that Ryu was starting to fade. However, he was stubborn and he held on despite the bearhug not doing nearly enough damage as it was minutes ago.

[HotWheels]

With the pain growing so immense and her trunk starting to look to the crowd and cameras like an emptying tube of toothpaste more than part of a woman's body, Esther noticed herself going lightheaded. It was a terrifying jolt to realize, but he was literally going to squeeze her out if she didn't win out in this exchange shortly. Trying to save all of the energy she had left, Esther's head dropped until it almost touched the mat over his head, and she just used her weight to weigh down on his face rather than pressing. But she was being mashed at a length and degree that panic almost stared to set in. "You gotta...you gotta let me...", she started to plead.

But his grip loosened. He still held to her, and with all the torture she had already endured, even slight pressure against her sides felt awful. The southerner would take whatever the hell she could get at this point, however, and she sucked in the first good gulp of oxygen in what felt like minutes. From between her breasts, she could hear him say something as his grip loosened that much more. "Huh?", she asked, breathlessly, as if he could answer. Maybe he was...taking her deal? With the way he had eased up on her...

Not one to go back on a deal, Esther slowly released the hug on his face, though she kept her breasts smushed against his face. She would be careful, and she quickly pushed down with both of her arms to make his completely loosen from her while she still kept him beneath her chest. "You let go...and I'll let...you breathe!"

[Teenwrestler]

Taking her deal meant that he was admitting defeat and that was something that he was never going to do especially against an overconfident young farmgirl like Esther. She gave her way too much credit, more than she deserved and Ryu was going to humble her. The only problem was that...she was actually quite a good wrestler. Her technique was impressive and she knew how to take advantage of the situation when Ryu wanted to play the up close and personal game against her. The two continued to test each other out but for a moment it felt that the two were about to get knocked out in the embrace.

It wasn't until the involuntary loosening up of his arms around her waist did Esther felt she was perhaps going to get an answer for her deal. She would slowly release the hug on his face but kept her breasts pressed against him to indicate she was ready to smother him once again if he tried to do anything funny. Smartly enough, she reached back to grab his arms as well but there was no need as he would relent him get his arms over his head while he stopped struggling altogether.

"Hah...Okay....I'll take the deal" he would admit.

[HotWheels]

Well, all that wrestling tradition and honor was good for something, Esther supposed.

When he looked up with a red face and agreement with his eyes and his hands lifting off of her midriff, the Aster breathed a sigh of relief. A sigh of relief that hurt like hell. She slowly let his face go, wincing all the time, and she was grateful when he finally lifted off of her a bit so she could let the breaths flow, even if the soreness in her sides was bad enough that she was rubbing to make sure nothing felt sharp and shrill like cartilage had been crushed. Frankly, that strength would have been hot as hell in any other situation, not here.

Her ribs and everything did seem intact after her inspection, but it still left her with a conundrum. He could recover a lot more easily from her breast smother than she could from that long of a bearhug. As she started to sit up with a wince, the small crowd clapped, appreciating the willpower shown between the two wrestlers. Esther, trying not to betray any of her pain, flicked her head sideways at him. "You can do something right, I guess..." she said.

Maybe she needed to make the first follow-up move before he could latch on again. With her words shared, she darted forward to just throw her shoulder into him, hoping to at least throw him off-balance so she could throw her weight atop him.

[Teenwrestler]

Not really wanting to but forced to take Esther's deal, it actually turned out to be more favourable to him rather than to her. He had managed to inflict some pain around her torso which would be hard to recover from while all he had to do was take a couple of fresh breaths to recompose himself. The crowd would get behind them while the two slowly got back up to their feet, drenched in sweat and oil. His chest was heaving as he took deep and heavy breathes, taking a second to adjust his briefs that had been wedged up a bit thanks to all the snuggling against his opponent.

"Hm? What did you say you little punk kid...." he would say, not really appreciating the banter against his younger opponent. However, in that moment she would suddenly turn around and lunge at the Dragon, while he was walking towards her, unable to move out of the way thanks to the risk of slipping, Esther managed to strike her shoulder into his abdomen to knock him down to the mat where she ended up on top of him again.

"Ouuuffff" he cried out, squirming under her as he was in trouble once more.