The First Project (Dolly Blitz [D] vs Audrey Trovita)

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Dolly took full advantage, taking a hold of her by her ponytail and using it to help manipulate her into the placement he required of her. A small bit of technique to go along with the brute force he utilized after laying his other hand on her shoulder. First the hair, tugging it in his direction before he used his strength to turn her around. He wasn't going to be tossing heavyweights around, but he was stronger than he looked.

Then, with her back facing him, he'd give her hair a hard tug in the direction of the turnbuckle and put his whole body into shoving her into it. In the process, he'd smash her pretty face into the pad to keep her stunned.

He'd maintain the intimate closeness of their bodies, along with that handful of hair while the other glided down her arm, eventually stopping at the wrist to establish a hammerlock if he wasn't stopped. The pressing of his crotch against that beautiful ass of hers would get his heart pumping hard enough to feel it.

Another tug to lift her head up and expose her face to the crowd. Of course, boos would follow, but his fans would match their energy. The position he and Audrey were in: This was a preview.

"But how much fun this is is on you: You wanna play ball, or do you wanna keep trying to make a fight of it? The choice is yours."

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"Ach!"

Bent over as she cradled her aching stomach, Audrey's fiery hair proved too tempting a target for Dolly to ignore. His fist closed around the base of her ponytail, and he was none too gentle about it, either! She let out a quick, high-pitched scream of discomfort as he gave it an experimental tug; Audrey realized too late that she'd admitted whatever he was about to do would work, so long as he held that advantage.

With one arm still guarding her sore spot, Audrey reached up clutch at his wrist - for all the good that would do her. Attempting to pull him away would only tear out her own hair. The best she could do was hope the pressure she applied to his wrist would be uncomfortable enough to make him let go.

But of course, it wasn't. Dolly's grasp on her hair, as well as her shoulder, allowed him to spin her around with ease. And it was then, once again far too late, that Audrey realized what was coming. She'd been so focused on her hair that she'd neglected to pay attention to what he was actually using that hold on her for!

Stars exploded in her vision and her neck snapped back as she rebounded from the slam. Dolly pressed right up against her in the process so she didn't recoil very far, and ended up simply resting her forehead against the corner pad. Dolly had wanted her stunned, and he made quite sure she would be! It wouldn't last very long, but Dolly was free to reposition her to his heart's content in that time. Audrey moved to put a hand up her forehead. She got as far as releasing his wrist before Dolly reacted, snatching it and wrenching it behind her back!

"Ngh!!"

That wasn't the worst of it, though. Even through the relatively thin fabrics of her skirt and panties, even as dazed as she was, Audrey could feel Dolly's crotch pressing into her ass. Her face began to heat up, but she wasn't sure what she could do about it. With an arm behind her back, her head in his control, and his body pressing up against her, now she was thoroughly trapped in the corner.

The redhead groaned as Dolly once again pulled down on her ponytail and forced her head to move, and this time he didn't let up once he had her in place. He had her cornered - literally - and was showing her off. She began to panic; her breathing picked up in pace, and the constant strain on her hair made her quietly whimper. She was hyper-aware of how deeply he was pressing into her rear, and no doubt the crowd could see it, too.

But when Dolly taunted her, she grit her teeth and growled out a defiant reply; "Why don't you... let go of my hair... and I'll show you a real move, you coward!"

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Another note: The hair. Dolly had already planned on putting that ponytail to use anyway, but Audrey was tenderheaded, it seemed.

And another: She was strong. The grip she had on his wrist sent a painful jolt speeding through his arm, putting a grimace on his face. The knowledge that the handful of hair kept him in control for the moment helped him choke back a swear, but the squeeze told him loud and clear to never let her get a real hold of him if he could help it.

It made him put a little something extra into introducing her face to the turnbuckle, though. She hurt him, so he needed payback. Not too much, though. He didn't want her too far out of it.

She ended up letting go, allowing him to take control of her wrist, and...

The quickened breathing, those little whimpers, just barely audible...She was a ways away from where he wanted her to be, but the seed's been planted.

Show him a real move, huh?

Dolly would honor her request, but not without leaning in real close first, getting right in her ear. "Have at it, sweetheart." And giving the lobe a departing lick. He'd keep a careful hold on her wrist as he backed away, using the hammerlock to hopefully keep her mind too focused on the pain to consider kicking him in the nuts or whatever before he cleared enough space.

If he got it, he'd stand at a bladed angle again, with a slackened ready pose. One closed fist raised to chest level, with the other arm staying down, still. Relaxed, and still with a shit-eating grin that was practically dying to be smacked off of his face. But it was progression; not quite as nonchalant as before, a little something to maybe make her see that he was taking her just a tiny bit more seriously. Enough to keep pushing her, he hoped. Keep her making mistakes.

He awaited the "real move" that he was promised.

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It hadn't been the most graceful of executions, but it had worked. Audrey tried to lean away a bit as Dolly leaned in closer, his body pressing up against her back, but his hold on her hair and her arm trapped between them made that difficult. His lick sent a shiver down her spine; his message was loud and clear. He was in control, and he knew it.

He probably still considered that control his even as he released her and backed away. Or if not, he knew he had done it once and could probably do it again. Which meant that Audrey had to not let him do that.

The first thing she needed was space. He'd backed off, but that wouldn't be enough while Audrey remained in the corner. She spun around to lean against the ropes for a moment, catching her breath and flexing her strained arm, all while sending Dolly her most condescending glare. Her senses were starting to come back to her; she was aware of where she was and what was happening again, but she still felt lightheaded...

God, even just his idle stance was a taunt. Audrey wished she had the strength to just punch him in the nose and knock him out that way.

She slowly stepped to the side, following the ropes out of the corner. As much as she wanted to try a jump from the post, trying that against an aware opponent was just a more painful way of surrendering. No, that wasn't an option... she needed to pin him down, trap him. That was where most of her skill shined. Maybe she could fake him out somehow.

She leaned backwards into the rope for some added bounce, then lunged forwards. Her goal would be to mislead him with a knee to the stomach; he'd either block it or sidestep it, but there was no way he'd just take it. Hopefully he'd think that was it, but she'd keep her feet moving, slipping around him to get an arm around his throat from behind. Then it would be a simple matter of leaning back to pull him off his feet. One she choked him out, the real fun could start... and that would begin with her crotch grinding that stupid smirk off his face!

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"Control" was the word, and Audrey's glare was another victory. Another grab at what she was losing fast.

The redhead took it slow after getting her wherewithal back, like she was expecting him jump on her while she stepped out of the corner. Dolly tucked that away for the next opportunity. Switch it up, keep her guessing.

He matched her step for step, keeping her right in front of him. Shifted from a bladed bodily angle to squared, sensing a shoot coming. That was when Audrey made her move. And the downside? She was coming off the ropes with a strike. The upside? It was a lunging knee.

It was close enough to a tackle for the femboy to be able to work with it; with a shuffle of his feet, he'd gotten just enough of his body out of the way for the knee to be harmless. After catching her leg by the back of it and wrapping his other arm around her waist, it was a matter of using her forward momentum against her, taking a few steps back to bring her off balance. In the process, it would look more like the two were doing some ballroom dancing instead of fighting.

The unconventional capture would bring their faces within inches of each other. Oh, he wasn't going to let this go to waste!

Dolly would treat the moment like it was really was the end of a dance. The dip, where he'd keep her from falling to the mat whether she had her arms in place to support herself or not. There wouldn't be a held gaze; he wanted to be quick about stealing a kiss from the fiery redhead, who would find that his lipstick tasted of raspberries. And although stolen, the kiss wouldn't be forceful. In fact, it would be quite the opposite, like he actually cared to make it a good one for her.

Granted she hadn't fought him off by that point, he would pull Audrey back to her feet. Both arms would be around her waist now, holding her close. Here, he'd let it hang for a few seconds, his smoldering purple eyes gazing into her greens.

And then he'd fall back, tossing her up and over into the air.

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One strike. That's all she needed to get started, just one strike.

As soon as Dolly was within range, her knee shot out. A strong, well-aimed, well-timed blow to the gut would grant her enough of an opening to-

She missed.

Well, no, not quite... Dolly caught her. One arm latched - dangerously high - onto the back of her leg, keeping her knee from reaching his stomach; the other snaked around her waist, preventing her from losing her balance - but also trapping her, once again, in his grasp!

And then Dolly immediately shifted, moving with her to intentionally pull her off balance. Audrey threw her arms out, digging her claws into his shoulder to try to restore some of that stolen balance.

Their bodies were uncomfortably close...

Suddenly she felt like she was falling, kept off the mat only by Dolly's hand against her skin. Why the hell was he...? Before she knew what was happening, the taste of raspberries assaulted her lips - Dolly had leaned and pressed his own lips to hers! There was only a gentle, tender pressure behind it, even as Audrey adamantly tried to seal her own - the last thing she needed was this guy's tongue down her throat! But the lack of force disarmed her for a moment. It was soft.

By the time Dolly set her back on her feet, his arms wrapped around her and hers on his shoulders like some kind of shy lover's embrace, all she could do was blink at him, her mouth slightly open in confusion. Their bodies were, again, far too close...

"What the-?"

Before she could finish that thought, she was hurtling through the air! She gasped as the mat quickly rose up to greet her face, and only at the last second did she manage to get an arm up to shield her nose. Still, the impact - or perhaps, whatever the fuck just happened back there - left her a bit dazed. Or maybe she'd just never fully recovered from the faceplant into the turnbuckle.

Whatever the case, Audrey was reeling, trying and failing just to get onto her knees, the only thought on her mind being, for some reason, the taste of raspberries.

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Dolly was on her before she could make too much progress, pushing down on her shoulders as he brought his weight down. He seated himself high on her legs, trapping them in between his.

"What, you think I'm some brute who just forces his way in?" He laughed the thought away. "Nah. I've got class, honey." With that said, he started helping himself to some of her strong, curvy frame, appreciating the shoulders that her halter top left bared. It allowed him to make the most of this, his soft hands drinking in her musculature in full. Caressing, kneading. Massaging -- oh, this man could give one hell of a massage.

"Wanna know a secret?" It didn't matter to him either way, and as such, he didn't wait for a reply. The femboy liked to talk, and right now, that's what he's going to do. "Women with builds like yours are some of my favorites to play with." His touch spread to her arms, gliding along and doing the same with them. "Plenty of soft, feminine curvature with some power in the mix!"

If he were allowed to continue having his way, wittingly or not, he would lean over her, bringing their bodies real close again. Seize her wrists, pin them above her head, and follow up with a trail of soft kisses that began at her back and continued upwards before taking a detour to pepper her shoulders. With a slight shift in the position of his hips, his crotch would press against her cushiony derriere, beginning a slow grind that would rouse his manhood. He wouldn't be pitching a tent just yet, but that ball would be rolling, and it would still be impossible for her to miss.

Come back to the middle with his raspberry lips, move up along her neck, and finally, stop at the ear. His next words were a breathy whisper into it, arousal seeping in. "Love y'all." The lobe would be given some more attention: A nibble this time, biting down with a moderate amount of pressure. Enough to hurt, but it was far from Evander Holyfield treatment.

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Between having her head smashed into the corner post, being thrown face-first into the mat, and having half a waltz in the middle, Audrey's head spun. Her thoughts were jumbled, she felt lightheaded, and she was warm.

Dazed as she was, completely unaware of Dolly's actions or location, she'd left herself prone and vulnerable. The sudden unexpected pressure on her shoulders drew a startled gasp out of the redhead, and her arms gave out beneath her, forcing her to slide back onto her chest on the mat.

Then she felt him sit on her legs, and panic struck, a sharp, clear jolt that cut through everything else. Flashbacks of her first match boomed in her mind like war drums. No. Not that. She began to scramble, kicking her legs, her fingernails digging into the mat as she failed to drag her body out from underneath him. Her breathing began to quicken in pace with her heartbeat.

"What, you think I'm some brute who just forces his way in?"

His voice made her freeze. Yes, that's exactly what she thought. Because that's exactly what had happened, more than once. It was nothing new to these kinds of matches, but Audrey's struggles in the ring were no big secret, not to anyone who could see her record. She couldn't let him get to her like that, not this early!

His touch at her back sent her wiggling again. But he was... not gentle, but not rough, either. He didn't go for the loose strings at the back of her neck. No, he was simply taking in her body, running his hands over her back and shoulders. It almost felt like he might be tracing lines between her freckles. But he wasn't pulling her up, he wasn't trapping her, not like that. Audrey tried to heave herself off the mat instead, but his light touch on her shoulder blades made her squirm and she splayed out again.

"Women with builds like yours are some of my favorites to play with."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. Perhaps he noticed, or perhaps he was going to change his tactic anyway, Audrey didn't know. His fingers slid up her arms as his body repositioned, no longer sitting on her, but nearly laying on her. He pinned her arms over her head, perhaps having had enough of her relentless squirming. She had to turn her head to the side to keep her face from being pressed into the mat.

And then... kisses. His lips, just as soft as they were against her own, came down repeatedly on her back and her shoulders. She gasped again, followed by a shaky exhale. Her body once again trembled with a shiver, forcing her eyes to squeeze shut. As far as enduring torment was measured, this wasn't the worst she'd suffered....

Although, Dolly made sure she knew it could turn that corner at any moment with his crotch pressing against her rear. He began to grind calmly against her, pushing even the problem of his soft kisses out of her mind, the motion already taking this position a step beyond where he had her against the post. Her legs slid against the mat uselessly; she had no leverage to push him up. She couldn't get her knees underneath her, not with him pressing on her like that. All she ended up getting as a result was an even more heightened awareness of how... strategically he was positioned.

His kisses reached her ear. She wasn't sure what to make of the words that followed - Who was y'all? Her? Women like her? It was too quiet to be directed at the audience. The answer quickly became irrelevant as his teeth sunk into the soft skin of her ear. Instinct demanded she pull away; experience, however, willed her to stay put and endure it, lest she bleed. That one time in the past had made her grateful she never pierced her ears, and was not something she cared to repeat.

"Nnngh... What are you playing at?" she groaned between shallow breaths. If she could keep him talking, his pointy fangs wouldn't be at her flesh. And while he was answering, maybe she could discover a way to free herself from this rather unfortunate predicament she'd landed herself in...

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Damn, she was fighting hard. "Somebody made an impression" hard. Digging into the damn mat to try to get away and all. The thrashing kept Dolly from settling into position at first, then she froze after he posed his question, giving him ample time to get comfy.

Yeah, somebody made an impression. Maybe it won't show -- it almost certainly won't show -- but he could relate. He had the feeling that it was some big dude: Either beat or wrestled her down, got on top, tore off everything that was in the way, and went to town.

Memories he'd rather forget. They informed his choice to create a more tender moment. Not because he cared for her, but rather, to break that expectation. It seemed to work when he got to her shoulders; she relaxed enough to let him work. He still pinned her arms above her head, though, to establish more control. He noted her reactions throughout: The sharp gasp when his lips met bare skin for the first time, the shaky breath, her eyes snapping shut, the trembling...The slightest mistake, and she would've been fighting her way out, but as she was now, she was liking it, even if she wasn't going to admit that to herself.

Grinding himself against her got her going again, but it was a pretty ineffectual effort. Not a token one -- he knew the difference -- but helplessness brought about by being in such an utterly disadvantageous position.

What was he playing at? Well..."I'm paying you a compliment. For real."

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Is that what he called it? It wasn't like comments on her body were anything new. Perhaps in a different situation... well, no, given what she'd seen of him pre-match, it wasn't likely she'd have welcomed that kind of advance, not from him. Maybe he did mean well. Who knew. But between her past experiences, and his first impression, Audrey had no reason to believe that. And from his position on top of her... what he called a compliment, she called a taunt.

And that was all he said. He was enough to get his mouth away from her ear, but that was all. Not enough time for her to think of a way out of this. Not that Audrey was doing a lot of thinking outside of the feel of his lips on her back, though, anyway. It was infuriating. Dolly was far more gentle about it, but he still reeked of someone who believed he deserved this.

She grit her teeth and snarled. "Well, you can take your compliment, and shove it up your ass. Now get off me!"

In spite of her defiance... her arms were pinned down. He still grinded against her, drawing out a blush. Her scrambling legs still couldn't find the leverage she needed to lift herself. For the moment, until he gave her an opening, all she could do was let him go at it.

She was calmer now. Less resistant. She felt there wasn't much she could do except try to surprise him. If he got too comfortable, she'd attempt to suddenly yank her arms away, hopefully breaking his grip on her. That might allow her to get some leverage. But who knew if it would be enough, or if she had that kind of strength lying down.