The Fox and the Nightingale

[BlackAkuma]

Just grabbing her ankle and tripping her up like that was a juvenile move, Keith could admit, but screw it - it worked. Down she went, and he figured he was free from there. He could hear her annoyed grunt behind him, but that only made him smirk like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

He was just starting to scoot away and get back up to his feet when he felt something wrap around his neck, pulling him back. He legs clamped around his head, ankles locked, and he found himself on the receiving end of his first ever headscissors. It was an amusing sight, at first, until those thighs grew harder. And harder. And harder. Grinding into his jaw, cutting into neck, applying a relentless, merciless pressure. Thorne wasn’t the biggest woman he’d come across in LAW by any measure, but she had some real power in her lower body, and she was using it grind away at him.

He hissed, planted his feet on the floor, and rocked back to bridge up, trying to pin Thorne to the mat. When the referee didn’t respond, he was given a harsh reminder on what sort of match this was and what he needed to win. With an irritated grunt, he twisted about and tried to drag them to the ropes, hoping he could grab hold of the bottom one and force a break before she knocked him out.

[PurpleMage]

Keith proved being a fighter, and that was some trait Natalie liked on her rivals. She was heavily disgusted when facing one of those jobbers without any wit or guts to themselves who would just lie there and take all her punishment without even trying to pose any resistance. That wasn’t going to change the man’s fate, though, and his escaping efforts were heavily misoriented at first since he was trying to escape as if that was a regular match he could bail from with a pin.

After that, Keith started making some serious escape attempt by crawling towards the ropes, showing his strength by dragging the pinkette with him. Natalie disliked that since it would give the man some fresh air and even if Keith was of no use to her unconscious the option seemed more appealing than him forcing a break. With the grace of a lynx, Nat switched positions not giving Keith enough time to complete his crawl, then sitting on his chest while her legs resumed their work with a new squeeze, her crotch pressing against his face in the process. The woman wanted to see Keith fading a little because she had some plans and needed him to be pacified for a while.

[BlackAkuma]

The pin escape wound up costing Keith more than he thought it would, wasted energy at a time when he couldn't really afford to waste energy. Thorne, on the other hand, was mostly on point, continuing to crush his windpipe, making every single breath a choir. He had to hand it to her, she’d packed a deceptive amount of power into that tight little body of hers, stronger than he’d expect from someone dressed like a nurse-themed stripper at a rave. Far more vicious, too.

He was progressing to the ropes, looking like he might get them, when she flipped things around on a dime and moved to mount his throat, controlling from on top. This proved worse than the position from before, way worse, and he started going into fits beneath her as he struggled even to draw a single breath. Desperate, he began to reach around and fumble between her legs, trying to get her undergarments aside, but his hands had to reflexively go to her thighs before he could get anything done there, trying in vain to pull them apart.

It got him nowhere, did little more than rub her thicks thighs, and his struggles were growing weak at a rapid pace. He was fading…fading…fading, his eyes were rolling back, his arms were losing power, everything was shutting down…

[PurpleMage]

Keith’s progress towards the ropes was completely halted the moment Natalie transitioned and sat on the man’s chest while choking him out with her thighs. The man fumbled around her legs, trying to get rid of the nurse’s undergarments, but he fell short and settled for patting against the woman’s thighs. Surely a much more experienced rival would have been to do much more with that situation, but Keith was new to the hentai scene. That was one of those moments that drew the pinkette towards wrestling, the thrill of having someone at her complete mercy, a simple squeeze away from unconsciousness, hers for the taking. Keith’s consciousness started fading away as several details gave away: her eyes were rolling up and his body becoming limp by the second. To end his hopes of escape, the nurse got a hold of those arms which tried to pry her legs open to no avail.

The referee was paying close attention to Keith’s reactions, and the very moment his arms went limp she started to appeal to Natalie to release him. “That’s it Natalie, you knocked him out cold!!” Seeing this, Nat released her rival because she had other plans for him. Arriving to a hentai wrestling match, no matter it was a spar, wearing jeans was a pretty lame move in Natalie’s mind. That was how she used Keith’s moments in the dream world to get rid of the man’s jeans, pulling them off unceremoniously and leaving him wearing only his underwear while resting on his back. It wouldn’t be so long before he would regain consciousness, based on how the referee was checking him and on how quickly Nat had broken the headscissor and resumed the oxygen supply to Keith’s brain. He was going to get some rough wake up call.

[BlackAkuma]

…what?

Keith blinked and found himself looking up the lights, as his brain tried to process why he was in this position to start with. He’d been in a fight - no, a spar. One that wasn’t off to a good start. He’d been wrestling with this crazy nurse looking chick, and she’d managed to get him down and locked in a hold, choking the hell out of him, and then-

”Ah, shit!” He jerked up with and shook his head as the reality of the situation fell over him all at once, making him remember where he was and the situation he’d found himself in. The first thing he noticed was that his legs were feeling noticeably colder than they should’ve been, and the reason was made painfully clear in short order.

”Hey, my pants!” He scrambled away from Natalie and popped to his feet, stumbling along the way, still weak in the knees. ”Seriously? Seriously? Why’d you take my-”

Keith stopped himself from asking one of the dumbest questions you could in a hentai match and instead put his energy to more productive means. He was still shaky from the knockout, but he had a little rage to help him make up the difference now, along with a solid desire to even the score. With his fists up tight, he moved in fast and swung hard, trying to hit her with a wild lariat to the chest.

[PurpleMage]

It took Natalie some time to get rid of those pesky jeans. Keith was wearing an enough slim fit for her to have to thoroughly work until the pants were undone and tossed away, but it took the nurse way more than she would have taken with some shorts. That translated in Keith’s eyes fluttering open way before the pinkette intended. Just after waking up, the man looked distressed and he stumbled back on his feet, getting some distance and complaining about his sudden lack of pants as if it wasn’t natural for that kind of match to experience that. Natalie couldn’t help but remain there, standing only some feet across the ring, her arms crossed over her chest and her brow raised in a sardonic expression of disbelief.

Not expecting something coming from Keith proved being a mistake Natalie was just about to pay for. She hadn’t steeled herself because the man still looked a little shaky from his sleep and the fact he woke up without wearing pants, but it looked like his anger was good fuel and suddenly he went at Nat with a lariat the nurse couldn’t avoid, being hit on her upper chest and falling with her back on the mat with a grunt of pain and disgust. Keith had got the worst of her but she decided that would be the last time as she bounced on her back, aparently exposed to anything Keith could devise.

[BlackAkuma]

Keith tried to keep his cool most times - came with the whole image of being this cool, controlled influencer, not letting your emotions get the better of you. That sort of thing tended to freak the sponsor out, after all. But there was something about waking up with no pants on that just did not sit right with his mood, had to be said.

So he came up with more than a little fury, and while Natalie seemed like the type to keep a level head, this time it worked out for him. He jumped after her and struck tre, almost shocked that it landed, but he wasn’t about to complain about the best chance he could’ve asked for being handed to him. He needed to capitalize.

”Gotcha!” Keith was quick to double back, leap up, and jump towards his opponent with arm raised high, looking to descend on her with an elbow drop aimed right at her chest.

[PurpleMage]

Keith’s fit of fury and sudden charge had caught Natalie by surprise, but the nurse was adamant about making sure that was the last time the man surprised her. Moreso, the pinkette leaned heavily towards the sensual torture aspects of wrestling but that didn’t mean she didn’t know the ropes of wrestling. Coming from a big movement that got her on her back it was only logical for the man to try and capitalize from his previous success, so even if the lariat got her in pain the nurse knew what to expect now. That was how when she noticed the man getting ready for an elbow drop the pinkette waited until the last instant to roll over and get out of Keith’s way, granting the man a surely rough landing on his elbow against the canvas while the nurse used that time to get some feet of distance and recover.

[BlackAkuma]

As Keith leaped up, he experienced his first of what he was sure would be similar situations - the feeling of throwing an attack, having your opponent move out of the way, knowing that it was going to miss but being unable to do anything about it. He had just enough time to register that Natalie had dodged his attack, but not nearly enough time to save his fall. Down, down, down he went, until-

”Shit!”

He came down hard, right on the funny bone. No real damage, but it sent a tingling pain up the length of his arm, and he immediately rolled away to nurse the aching spot. He popped back up to his feet and made a small retreat, trying to make distance before Natalie could capitalize. She struck him as the opportunistic type.

[PurpleMage]

Natalie was successful in her evasion so Keith was now bound by gravity for a nasty landing. And there he went, hitting his elbow against the canvas while cursing and trying to retreat nursing the pained area. Of course the pinkette had a couple things to say about that, and having a rival reeling in pain even if it happens just for some instants opens a huge window of oportunity. Not willing to lose her chance, Natalie rushed forwards and executed her plan: she would swiftly entangle one of her ankles behing one of Keith’s and then give the man a little help with his retreating, using the momentum to push him in a way that would surely make him trip.