The Wolf and the Bunny Pub presents: "Be my Valentine" Match

[RedShinigami]

George smiled as Chelsew urged him to win this for the pub...no, not for the pub. At the very end of all this, he had to win it for her. Not because it had been her who should be facing the frenchwoman in this ring but because of Danielle herself. Since her arrival the redhead did make it unquestionably clear that she would not just own this place at the end of this evening but George too. She would take everything Chelsea had worked so hard for, leaving her again, alone and out in the rain. And with George knowing how fragile Chelsea could really be, he just had to make sure that, whatever would go down in this ring tonight, she was the one who would remain here. Who would be the number one.

"Don't worry, darlin' ", he said and gave her a wink. "At the end of the night we will have her bra and panties above the fireplace.", he said and then leaned back again, waiting for his opponent to come out. And when she did, George had to admit that he was smitten. After all, Danielle Degardin was a well sculpted, beautiful specimen of a woman and her swaying hips, dancing bossom and waving hair, made it impossible to escape her grasp.
George looked with eager attention as the redhead lifted one leg, licking his lips and feeling his pants getting even tighter now. Focus, he told himself. If he let himself getting overwhelmed then Dani would eat him alive.

So when the frenchwoman came in, adressing George while having only an arrogant grin for Chelsea, George got up, raised his hands and gave the rich girl from the mediterranian sea some applause.
*"Beautiful, graciously...overall, divine, Madmoiselle!", he said and went past Chelsea, opening his arms wide to great his opponent.
George put his hands onto Danielles shoulders, putting a kiss one the left, then the right cheek, an usual greeting ritual in europe.

*"And before the bell is ringing and the timer is ticking, I think we should use this last opportunity...", he said, stroking her chin before he pressed his lips onto the redheads, creating a big crowd reaction as George arms started to wrap themselves around Danielles slim and curvatious form. His hands sliding up and down her thighs, her sides and down to her behind as George let his lips and tongue taking a first taste before the match began, sensual, soft but also with a hint of dominance.
George was a gentleman but this here was also a match and he had the advantage of height and strength that Danielle had to weigh out, however possible.
His hands finally took a rest right above her panties, holding her close, feeling her breasts getting flattened against his muscular chest.
The fact that this happened just inches away from Chelsea did not interest George anymore. The match was about to begin, the show was about to start...

George let off of Danielles lips after what could be only be described as a little eternity and when he looked into her blue eyes he smirked.
*"Now Madmoiselle...", he said as his arms suddenly went tighter around her midsection.
*"It counts!", he said and with a swift move to his right, slammed the redhead onto the bed with a belly to belly suplex that started the match!

DING DING DING!

Things were underway and George had the advantage now, holding his opponent down on the matress with his full bodyweight.
*"Now...what shall we do first, Mademoiselle Degardin?", he grinned and, like with Chelsea, started to move his hips against the woman under him, his hardened manlyhood slamming against the silky,soft and thin fabric of Danielles exquisite panties. Of course especially the men in the crowd did'nt hold back with any dirty words and innuendos they could find to cheer their friend on early success!

[CaptainL]

At George's comment, Chelsea blushed a little harder. As much as he might've meant it as a threat...phrasing was important. "Er...maybe not de best way ter put it," she grumbled. And when Danielle stepped out of the door to the backrooms, Chelsea rolled her eyes the moment she saw George's response. Of course he couldn't take his eyes off her. He could almost be too predicable, some times. For as much as he reassured Chelsea she would always be first and foremost in his heart...apparently, he would still have other women first and foremost in his loins.

Danielle, though? She knew every bit what an effect she was having on George - and she loved it. Not just that, on Chelsea too. At seeing the Englishwoman look off with a frown, crossing her arms, the smirk on Dani's face was only getting wider. Even if George was her opponent in this match, he wasn't the real target - Chelsea was. Danielle was out to undermine her; to shatter her confidence. She'd see just how hopeless and pitiful she really was if she managed to charm her boyfriend right out from under her nose. Danielle was a woman who needed to feed her ego, and if that meant tearing other people down to make sure she looked better by comparison, she wasn't the least bit afraid to do that. In fact, it just made her feel even more powerful - even more in control!

When George came closer and kissed her on each cheek, Danielle let out a contented purr, letting her exhale tickle the side of his neck. *"Ah, darling, you've such a fine way with words...I'm sure you could make many a lady very, very happy~" At the same time, she looked over George's shoulders, locking eyes with Chelsea, and her eyes narrowed into a devious glare. She didn't want Chelsea to forget that she was powerless to stop this - and that it was Danielle who reigned supreme.

When Chelsea looked back at her, her fingers squeezed tighter around the ropes, and she hissed through her teeth. She couldn't do anything too rash, she told herself - she had to rest her leg. But she was nothing if not tempted...especially when she had no choice but to watch as George and Danielle joined in a passionate kiss then and there! A few patrons were even applauding the scene - which, to Chelsea, just added insult to injury!

But to Danielle, it was a vindication - a reminder of everything she held true. She had the love and admiration of anyone who beheld her beauty. She truly could outdo anyone! Her body ground closer against George's own as she pushed herself in close; their kiss would only deepen as her hot breath mixed with his. As her fingertips traced along his back and his sides, Dani pressed her chest up against George's own, while her hips wiggled back and forth to grind in closer against his as she let her leg coil gently around thigh to hold herself in place. As close as they were to one another, she could feel something tighten in his pants, and that just made her grin even wider. Even with his girlfriend watching, George could hardly contain his urges. If that wasn't a testament to her power, nothing was!

When they broke the kiss, it was with a soft exhale. Danielle looked back at George with dreamy eyes, sparkling ever so faintly. For whatever motives she might have had, she couldn't deny that George was still a charming, handsome gentleman - and he had such a way of treating her, too. Yes, she wouldn't mind this, indeed...

Or at least, those were the thoughts she had before George suddenly scooped her up, and hurled her to the mat hard!

"GAAH-!?" Danielle coughed and sputtered, suddenly landing on her back, with George on top of her! The air had been driven out of her lungs, and her feet kicked off the ground as her body spasmed under the impact. It seemed that George was more wily than he had let on. Danielle had been trying to lead him astray with her seductive charms...but when the match began, it was she who had been caught off guard, just long enough for George to throw her off her feet!

"Hrmph-!" Dani's eyes narrowed into a glare. This, it seemed, was the wakeup call she needed to get serious about the match. But if it was a fight George wanted, it was a fight he was going to get! "How about this, for starters?" She would reach up to grab for George's head, attempting to pull it downward - and into her cleavage to try and go for a breast smother!

[RedShinigami]

George of course knew that he did all of this in front of his girlfriend. His very girlfriend who had very low self esteem and an even lower tolerance level for bullshit. But qs he said, the show had to go on and after all, it was all about illusion. Not that he did'nt enjoy the curvatious body of this vile woman onto his. Despite her beautiful looks tough she oozed with bad character, tough George had known this from the start. Every match the arrogant redhead beauty had, had shown her true side, being petty selfish and outright cruel and George was set out to finally make this untamable woman humble.
And it would be a battle of wits just like it would be one of muscle as George took his opponent, using the position they were in and then slammed them both on the bed for a headstart.

George looked down at Danielle, their bodies pressed together and grinned.
*"Now Mademoiselle, please be gentle to me...", he said with his usual smirk before the redhead had shoved him between her big breasts.
"Mfffhhh~", George said but instead of trying to escape he would turn things around...in a way Danielle Degardin had never seen. When Danielle had his head secured between her delicious, big breasts, George did not panic, oh no, George would beat her...by the way of love.

It started with some gentle kisses, followed by some soft nibbles at her pale flesh and before Dani could see what hit her, the muscles of George flexed as he lifted them both up into a seated position. His arms who had been at Danis thighs, gave them a short squeeze before throwing them around her midsection for a bearhug! Not too tight or brutal but Dani would definetly feel it as George went on to kiss, nibble and lick at the flesh of breasts he was trapped in! George had been in similar "situations" all the time so he did not panic. Danielle would soon learn that to outseduce a George Fortunato would be the battle of her life! Finally they were in a sitting position on the bed! She was in his lap now and he had many ideas...

So slowly but surely George countermeasures became stronger, his kisses and nibbles faster, hotter and harder while his arms started to squeeze his opponent tighter and tighter in hopes of getting out of his alleged prison and all over the beautiful beast from France~
George newly aquired muscular physique was on good display now as his back and armmuscles flexed in the lights of the ring, getting both female and male patrons to acknowledge it...in different ways of course.
One patron took a swig of his pint and looked up to Chelsea.
"Oi Chels, this the battleship that sinks your destroyers every night?", he said while moving his hips around.
Oh yes the evening got people more then a little excited and it was just starting!

[CaptainL]

Going into this match, Danielle was her usual smug self. And the way she saw it, no one could possibly blame her. After all, she had George wrapped around her little finger - she saw the way he looked at her, and how his eyes lingered hungrily on every motion she made; always wanting more. The fact that his girlfriend was right there didn't even seem to cross his mind, and if it did, it certainly didn't slow him down. She had won this match before it had even started; as long as she had won George over, she'd succeeded at what she'd come here for. And now that she had him in her clutches, she could use that to her advantage in tearing him down and securing a much-needed victory for her record, something that would answer all those boorish naysayers who thought she was hopeless! Beyond everything else, she couldn't deny that she was just as enthralled with George's own charms, and she would enjoy sharing his company...

But he had taken her completely off guard when he managed to pick her up and slam her down, rattling her under the sheer force of the impact! Now everything around Danielle was spinning, and George was on top of her, pinning her against the mat! In indulging herself, it had completely slipped Danielle's mind that she had left herself open - and now, George was taking advantage of that. She had to concede that she had been outwitted, and that was a bitter pill to swallow; she bit at her lip and grumbled in frustration. To even acknowledge that anyone could outdo her felt like an insult. But she wouldn't let it slow her down for long. She could still win this - and when she was already quite sure she knew how George thought, she was sure that would be no trouble at all.

Pulling George in closer, Dani grabbed him by the head and shoved it into her cleavage! The move was enough to get her a few cheers, and she chuckled softly to herself, more than content with the attention she was getting. With George as consumed with his lust as he was, Dani was sure any fight left in him would melt away in no time. When he began to kiss the contours of her breast, it made her head roll back with a soft purr; her hips wriggled from side to side as she tried to press in closer, letting the warm, soft surface of her bare skin caress his own. It stoked the fires within her, yes, but it also wasn't lost on her that this was a sign of submission. Sure enough, she thought, George was so taken with her that he wasn't even fighting back...at least, she thought that up until the moment George tightened his grip around her sides to pull her into a bear hug!

"Gah-!" Dani let out a gasp, taken by surprise by such a show of resistance from an opponent she was already convinced she had outwitted. He was still burying his face deeper into her breasts, but she could feel the pressure mounting against her sides nonetheless, only giving a hint of the true strength he wielded. She was still at his mercy - and Danielle hated the mere prospect! No matter how good the warm, tingly sensations of his touch felt, Danielle couldn't let herself be outdone at her own game!

She ran her hands up along George's sides, drumming her fingertips against his skin to tickle against the contours of his body on the way up. She too was mixing seduction with resistance, hoping to charm the Englishman into letting his guard down. But then, as she made her way up to George's arms, Danielle would attempt to slip her hands underneath his biceps, pushing out to the sides to try and pry his grip off of her. From there, she would try to throw her weight over to roll George to his back, with her on top. If she could undo his hold on her, she would throw her leg around his waist, tensing the muscles along her thigh to remind George of her presence there - just before she clenched down to try and pay back his bear hug with a body scissor!

Chelsea watched it all with a twitching eye, gritting her teeth. She really hoped that George wasn't enjoying this any more than he should, and she had to hold out hope that he had a plan...and, more to the point, that that plan wouldn't get lost along the way. She was, however, shaken out of her thoughts when one of the patrons nearby decided to speak up, teasing her about her and George's...experiences. "Wha-!?" she gasped, spinning around to face the man with a piercing glare; her face was red with anger just as much as it was with embarrassment at such a brazen remark. But a moment later, her eyes narrowed down into a glare. "Listun 'ere, you! If ye think ye can talk about me like dat, I'll break yer arms! In fact, rite now I think I'll-"

Chelsea took a step closer to the table - right when she put the weight down on her sore ankle, causing her to tense up as a shudder of pain ran through her body. Right. That was why she wasn't in the ring right now - and why she couldn't do more about this irksome hooligan, no matter how much she wanted to do both. Halting in mid-stride, she drew back, hugging her arms closer around her chest. "I mean, if it wasn't fe me blasted anke, you'd be sorry 'bout dat, like-!" She grit her teeth and grumbled. This didn't make things any easier.

[RedShinigami]

As far as things went...George could not complain, not at all. Sure, having his girlfriend standing like a few feet away from him looking at her boyfriend getting busy with another girl was akward, but again, the crowd loved it, it brought money into the pub and their home and George would have a wonderful surprise for Chelsea when this all here was done. But for now...he decided to let himself fall and do what a good LAW Wrestler was about to do.

The smother came unexpected but definetly not unwelcomed as George faces got ingulfed by warm and perfurmed skin, softer as a silken sheet. Dani definetly proved to be a woman who took care of herself and George would lie if he was'nt delighted by it. The redheqd was a total package so to speak and to get up closey feelinf her naked skin against his own bare chest let not just his spirits rise.

Tough when George turned things around, getting the redhead in a tight but not brutal bearhug, he could her whole body tremble, squeezing against his...
George was alreqds excited but he was generous lover, he took his time until he had Dani at a certain point and when he would make her let go, he took every bet that it would the best fucking experience the redhead ever had between the matresses.
Danielles finger traced down his back, tickling at his sides, making him shiver under the touch of her long,gracious fingers. He knew that she enjoyed it, felt her chest push into his kisses and nibbles with throaty purrs from her delicious lips.

Tough when she shoved them under his biceps, distracting him for a second, her legs wrapped around his midsection, trapping him and throwing George off of top position and onto the mats.
*"Uwah, Mademoiselle...so eager to have me under you...", he said with a grin and gave her a teasing wink, presenting his bare chest and new muscles to Dani on full display! A trickle of sweat ran down between his pecs and down his abs as if to show Danielle what she had to deal with.
He hoped that this enchanted her long enough for him to put his hands onto her back. It was'nt long...nearly a slight touch and suddenly the bra of Dani got lose, sailing down onto George who grabbed it and put it to his nose.
*"Mhhh~ Strawberry and Arrogance, the latest scent from Paris, non?", he said with an impish smile before he let it sail out of the ring.
"Number one!", he said as it landed before Chelseas feet.
Then it was George turn to muster Danielle.
*"What a magnificently built body...", he said and put his hands onto Danis bare chest.
*"Sculpted like the torso of goddess...soft like a cloud...", he said as his hands kneaded Danielles breasts, not randomly, but knowing where to touch...where to please...
*"...excellently white, like delicious cream..."
He took her nipples between his fingers, pinched and rolled them between his thumbs and indexfingers.
*"...with two ripe cherries on top.", he followed and the crowd was entranced by the display.
He gave them a tug and then let his fingertips linger onto Danis bare breasts.
*"But you know...good cream...", he began before he let his flat hands slap the chest of hers without a warning, the smack of the hit resounding through the pub.
*"Needs to get whipped~", he said and moved his pelvis to break Danis surely weakening scissors, put his hands onto her chest again and rose, both eye to eye again on the bed as George gave her a quick peck onto her lips.
*"Never try to outsmart a conman...", he said and gave her a shove to the bed, but before Dani could counter he moved his hands downwards, grabbing her thighs and folding her legs up behind her head. If this had been a regular match they would have been in a pinning maneuver right now, but now it was just George, folding Dani, spreading his legs and starting to move his tight, hard and big ,still clad manlyhood, smack against the panties of Danielle, moving fast as if to do the real deal but just...teasing her, preparing her for what was about to unfold...

Meanwhile on the outside, the patron only raised his hands. "Please don't! Don't hurt me! I am so afraid of the gal who got beaten up by a little japanese runt and a wolfgirl. Spare me!", he said and then laughed again at chelseas expense.
"Why do you look at me? There is your friend dryhumping another girl right in front of you...or...", he looked to his lrft and right.
"You wanna get a little busy with me...", he said and another dirty laugh came right into Chelseas face.

[CaptainL]

As she sank deeper into her embrace, a soft, contented purr slipped out from behind Danielle's lips. She relished in the thought of dominance, of course - not just over George, but over the entire pub, and by extension Chelsea, if she could best him at his own game. But with the two of them pressed as closely as they were, Dani could also feel the rippling surface of George's muscles against her skin, reminding her all the more of his toned physique with every motion they made. As he began to nuzzle against her cleavage, she was all the more taken by his charms...that was, until his arms clamped shut around her sides, packing on enough force to compress her ribs and force a gasp out of her lungs! No matter how taken the two combatants were with one another, this was still a match they were both out to win - and that was a fact that George was quick to remind the Frenchwoman!

But she wasn't done yet. If that was how George wanted to play, she could easily adapt. She threw her legs around his sides, giving them a firm squeeze - the two of them fought to exert just as much pressure against each other as they were dealing out, caught in a back-and-forth of squeezing and shoving. And now that she had enough leverage on George, Danielle could roll over to get on top of him! She smirked at the thought of having the dominant position - and what sweetened the deal was knowing that now, she had the whole pub's attention. There was no shortage of cheers and camera flashes as she clamored atop her foe, and she knew full well that everyone was looking at her with the awe she and admiration she was owed. She just wished that George could let go of her so she could get a better pose for the cameras, but he was holding fast.

In fact, while his hands were behind the redhead's back, George managed to undo the clasp on her bra - so when she did pull away from him at last, her bountiful breasts hung free, drawing even louder cheers! All the same, Dani wasn't worried. She held herself up straight as she sat on top of him, her legs still joined around his sides; she tossed her hair back with a flourish as she flashed a wink toward the cameras. Even if George had it out to taunt her, Danielle knew what these people really wanted to see - and she knew she was delivering. "Perhaps, perhaps...but I don't see you complaining..."

She did, however, raise an eyebrow at what he said next. "Mon chere, I think you'll find it isn't 'arrogance' if you live up to it in every way..." And a moment later, George managed to get his hands up enough to grab at Danielle's breasts with a firm squeeze! The ex-model rolled her head backward as a moan left her throat, shuffling from side to side against his touch. Every squeeze and prod he made sent a tingle through her body, and they caused her to rock and roil, grinding her hips from side to side as she tried to worm her way in even closer against him - wanting to feel it even more. He seemed to know exactly where to touch to get the right reaction out of her, and every soft word and compliment he spoke sent a shudder down her spine. The redhead began to pant faster and faster with growing excitement. George recognized Danielle for the goddess she was - and he was going to grant her the worship she deserved!

But that was all because, once again, Danielle had let herself fall into George's trap - a fact he would soon remind her of when he abruptly brought his hands up to smack her across the chest! The Frenchwoman let out a gasp, dropping back from her foe. She had received a harsh reminder that, for as cool and calculating as she had hyped herself up as, she still wasn't as immune to George's charms as she would like to claim she was, and now the world could see proof enough of that. She bit her lip and grumbled under her breath at that thought...but she resolved that she wouldn't let this be the end. She'd get back at George soon enough!

At least...she would, if she could figure out a way, considering that he had tied her legs up above her head, bending her into a compromising position as he began to grind his hips up against hers. Right now, she didn't have much in the way of options for fighting her way out...and that was a fact that just frustrated her all the more, as she hissed through her teeth at the thought of such an indignity! She could shoot a glare back up at George, but other than that, she was pretty limited in what she could do, for now. She'd buck her hips up in the air, but all that would do was press George even closer against her.

But Danielle wasn't alone. Chelsea had found herself caught between a rock and a hard place, and as the patron kept on heckling her, she could feel the tension in her body tighten its grip on her more and more. When she looked one way, she was being confronted by the painful memories of all the times she had come up short. But when she looked the other way, she was reminded of how George was up close and personal with Danielle - a fact that was being rubbed in her face! She bit tightly at her lip, trembling with pent-up rage. But she didn't have anywhere to take that rage, considering her leg held her back!

"S-Shaddup!" she barked. "I kicked de mangy dog's arse next go 'round anyroad..!" But she still fidgeted nervously in place - and as the man leaned in closer, she balled a tight fist. "Ye come any closer and you're gettin' dis right 'ere!" Still, that fist was a shaky one. Try as Chelsea might, she couldn't kick the fact that she was indisposed. And, just like Danielle, that was eating at her.

[RedShinigami]

George had to admit that Danielle Degardin was different this evening then he had expected. He thought that could easily play her like a fiddle with her pride and short temper, tough the lucious redhead seemed to enjoy everything he did and always had an answer for everything the british Dandy threw at her. Was George surprised? Yes. Was he dissapointed. Oh, no. After all, Danielle was still a steaming-hot mediterranian beauty with all her assets in the right place. But he knew that as much as this would be a fight of stamina and passion it was also a battle of wits.

When he opened her bra, letting it drop down to free her big and perfectly shaped breasts, George had to admit that he was smitten. Danielle had her strong legs wrapped around him, topping him and with the light of the ceiling, that radiated her body like that of goddess coming to earth. His hands wandered upwards, cupping and squeezing her breasts, massaging the soft flesh, pulling her hard nipples with his thumbs and indexfingers. And with every touch, every squeeze and pull,it seemed that the redhead enjoyed herself more and more. It was of course something that George enjoyed himself, having his crotch pressed against Danielles wet bottoms tough when he gave them a slap that rung through the pub, he reminded the redhead that there was sti a match going on and as fast she had topped him, he folded her up and laid on top of her, moving his pelvis against hers. He greeted her glare with his usual mischieviouness and came closer.
"You look at me as if you did'nt enjoy it but...", he said and pressed his big, hard member hard onto her crotch, rubbing it there.

"...you can only think of how does it look and how does it feel inside me...", he said while holding her wrists together. Then a certain thought came to him and the manager turned wrestlr statrted to move upwards,using his bigger weight to keep Dani down.
"You enjoy smothering your opponents with your generous assesets so how about I give you the oppprtunity get smothered back?", he said and as he reached the top he suddenly pressed his big and swollen crotch onto Danis face, burying her face under it as he effectively sat on her face, his knees on the matressess to give her head some leaverage. He started to rub his still clad manlyhood all over her face and when he did so, especially the manfolk in the pub seemed to be thrilled!

Way to go Georgie!
Show her Jud!
Give her a good rub, lad!

George took a stable seat and bent back,waving to the onlookers and pressing his genitals deeper into the redheads face in the process. He took one hand to stabilize himself as the other one slipped into Danis exquisite panties, starting to softly touch her clit, letting his middle finger softly prod at her entrance while his thumb rubbed and teased her hidden, little pearl.
George grinned, now he was on top of the world, showing the selfcalled goddess what it meant if she tried to take everything away from them. He moved his hips, smothering her effectively while his fingers started to bang the wet folds of the frenchwoman and everything seemed perfect...



That was until George heard something. First it was Chelsea screaming at a patron, nothing new, but when he heard what the patron said, George knew what he had to do.
He let go of Danielle, slipped his now fet fingers out of her panties and got off of her face. He did'nt even turn around to look at his opponent as he went right to the ropes.
"As if! Now, you know you want it honey, now come here!", the drunken guy said and grabbed Chelseas wrist, brutally pulling her in. And the answer came hard and right into his face, delivered by the British Bunny.
"Agh, you little bitch, I...", he said and gave Chelsea a shove just as brutal as his grip that made her drop to the ground.
George slipped through the ropes, dropped next to Chelsea and got down, looking at her ankle before cupping her cheek.

"You alrigh',darlin'?", he asked and gave her a soft look, the look that was only reserved for her.
He then helped her up and stroke through her hair.
"Sorry, I did'nt came earlier.", he said.
"Aaaw, look at the lovebirds! Oi, Romeo get your butt bacl into this ring. After all there is a girl more your caliber then this little bi-"
Before he could finish the sentence tough he got punched to the ground and looked up at George who put his hands onto the railing and jumped over.
"You fucking asshole! I am a paying costumer! I sue this whole place, I have you shut down!", he screamed and tried to tackle the pub owner who took an elegant sidestep and then grabbed him, putting him into a hammerlock.
"Aaugh! For fucks sake, let go you basterd!"
"In this pub we don't talk to ladies this way, now let's go.", he said and pushed him forward the railing.

"Fuck you, Aaaargh!", he screamed as he felt his elbow and shoulder crack with George pushing the arm upward with another hard push.
"Say "Sorry, Miss Forster.", George said with the cold and plain voice of a man who had everything under control.
"So...sorry Miss Forster! Augh Sorry, sorry Miss Forster, I am so sorrryyyy!", he screamed and George looked at Chelsea.
"That's a lad. Now, Miss Forster would you be so kind and show this rather rude gentlemen how we deal with the likes of his.", he said and a swollen face later he brought the man to the entrance of the pub and threw him out.
George came back with a wide grin, ringing the bell at the bar.

"Round of drinks on Mr. Tosser!", he said and walked his way back through the crowd who applauded his show, slapping his back. But he only had eyes for one person.
He made it through patrons and friends and jumped over the fence.
"You did'nt think I would forget you, eh swee'hea?", he said with a wink and kissed Chelseas forehead, coming down and leaning his head against hers,all the while facing away from he ring, assured that Danielle still was out.
"Oi, lassie,cheer up. I just finish this and then I am all yours again.", he said.

[CaptainL]

Danielle might have been taken by George's charms...but she could be just as cunning and manipulative in her own right, and she certainly wasn't afraid to use her good looks and her feminine wiles to get ahead. It wasn't lost on her that George seemed just as enthralled by her as she did him. And that was an asset she could use to her advantage - and when she had managed to roll on top of him, pinning him down and squeezing his sides tightly with her thighs, it made her heart beat a little faster as a rush of adrenaline took hold through her veins. Now, Dani was on top and in control. George might have been the man of the pub, yet here she was, pushing him around like it meant nothing at all! It was a testament to how much power she held - and an answer to anyone who would dare belittle her as undeserving of her place on the roster!

But, as George was about to aptly demonstrate, he too was here to put up a fight - and he wasn't going to go down that easily! No matter how much Dani tried to get him to let down his guard with her seductive charms, George was staying one step ahead of the curve, refusing to give in. He knew he had to fight it - and he would fight to dominate just as hard as the redhead did! Before Danielle could do anything about it, George had already flipped her over, and now his hands were running over every inch of her body, grabbing and prodding and squeezing all they could. Her cheeks flushed red, and she tossed and turned against the canvas, her hips bobbing up and down as her breaths quickened into pants and her voice grew higher and higher with every gasp and moan. Danielle couldn't do anything about it. With her legs folded over her, she couldn't possibly get away, and George was holding her down, pressing his weight against her. No matter how much she wriggled and writhed to try to pull free, she could hardly move an inch. And no matter how much she huffed and groaned, she couldn't help but admit that at least some of that came from how excited this experience was making her feel...

But she would be wrong to think this was all fun and games. George, after all, was pressing the advantage he'd won for himself, and he was making it clear in no uncertain terms that he was out to win just as much as Danielle herself was! In fact, he was only going to take things a step further as he pressed his crotch into the redhead's face, holding her down all the while! "M-Mmmff!! MMFF!!" Dani squealed in protest, but she couldn't do much about the predicament she'd found herself in. Her cheeks were burning hot from the ignoble position she'd taken, and the cheers she was hearing George get, muffled and distant as they were, were still enough to tell her that everyone was enjoying the spectacle of her being so humbled and humiliated - which she hated with every fiber of her being! George had her shoulders down, but that wouldn't be enough to end the match, given the stipulations. Even then, though, he wasn't going for that either! He just wanted to show off!

Just then, his fingers would slip underneath the waistband of Danielle's panties, and as their tips stroked along the contours of her groin, the Frenchwoman went tense; her hips bucked into the air as a shudder ran through her body. She let out a moan, weak and half-hearted as it was from lack of breath, and her hips half-consciously twisted and turned as she tried to worm in closer to his touch. The sensation of his skin gently brushing her own had stirred up a warmth deep inside Danielle, and against her better judgment...her baser instincts told her she only wanted more.

Fortunately for Danielle, she wouldn't need to grapple with her competing interests for much longer. The man accosting Chelsea had decided to overstep his boundaries - and that had pushed the Englishwoman over the edge, as she came back around with a fist aimed right for the heckler's face. Just a moment later, though, he shoved back at her, and Chelsea could feel her balance give way. Just then, her face went pale. She could feel something drop in the pit of her stomach even before she was sent toppling over. In that moment, Chelsea had been keenly reminded of how her ankle was still sprained. How weak she was. Consumed by the rush of adrenaline, she'd paid no heed to the consequences, but now, as she fell off her feet and dropped down with a thud, all Chelsea could think about was how vulnerable she was. And she hated being vulnerable.

Cringing, her teeth clenched and she began to shrink back away from the man...but just like that, George swooped in to her side. "Ah..!" she gasped; as she looked back up in his direction, there was a twinkle in her eye, and a smile came to her face. She nodded to George as he helped her back up. She might have felt vulnerable...but whenever George was in the picture, she was reassured. She felt safe. And he was soon to demonstrate that she was in good hands - as he put his newly-trained wrestling skills to the test, pulling the unruly patron into a punishing hold!

"Ye tell 'im, Jud!!" Chelsea cheered, throwing her fists up in the air. When George forced the man to beg for mercy, Chelsea could only grin wider. If she ever had a reminder that George was just the man she needed in her life, this was it. Without a second thought, she delivered a solid punch right into the man's face - one that was punctuated by a cheer from the fans just as loud as anything that had accompanied the action in the match!

When George came closer to her side, Chelsea leaned in against him, nodding her head as she nestled closer against his chest. "Thanks for that, George..." she whispered; a few words for just the two of them. As he kissed her forehead, she let out a content sigh, bringing her hand up to rest on his chest. All he had to do now was to finish off Danielle, and she could be satisfied...

But, speaking of Danielle, this little detour had forced George to get off of her. Right when the Frenchwoman felt like she was trapped in a predicament she couldn't escape from, he had abandoned the hold! It took her a moment to get her bearings, still lost in the haze of the action and the pleasure she'd received; she rolled over on her hands and knees, propping herself up as she gasped for air. But when she looked up to see that George had taken his attention off the match, a wicked grin came over her face. This was exactly what she needed, too. Right when all else seemed lost, Danielle had gotten her opportunity - and now, as she pushed herself back up to her feet, she was going to take full advantage of it!

"A-hem," she muttered, going up behind George. "I would think you should know, it's terribly rude to keep a lady waiting..." Then, hopefully before George had a chance to respond, Dani would shove hard at the back of George's head - attempting to slam his skull straight into Chelsea's!

[RedShinigami]

George loved Chelsea. That much was clear. Did he had a big bulge in his pants while getting close and intimate with Danielle Degardin? Hell yeah ,he did. George would have lied if he said that he disliked this match. After all, rolling around with a scantly clad beauty like Dani was something you did'nt had the chance to every day! But when his lady, his true love was in danger, George would leave everything then and there to safe her. As he always did. And when he heard the drunken hooligan, he knew what he had to do. But it was not enough to kick him out, he would squirm and beg for Chelseas forgiveness.

George threw him out and dusted himself off for a big crowd reaction.
"Bloke, needed some air!", he said and the crowd laughedy patted his back and there were drinks all around, flooding the pub with money. George tough quickly went to Chelsea, gave her a soft hug and kissed her forehead.

"Hey, you are my lady, what else should I have done?", he said as they looked into each others eyes. But as nice and wholesome as this scene was, George had put Danielle from his mind for now, something he got to regret as he heard her voice and suddenly a firework exploded in his head. His and Chelseas skull met with an audible crack and before the Cockney Flame could do anything he tumbled back, trying to shake the cobwebs and the pain away and dropped against the ropes, grabbing the middleropes to keep him upright...tough, would Danielle give him the time to get back in?

His hat sailed through the air and landed right at Chelseas behind, making the crowd laugh again as it got stuck in the heartshapped flower of the bunny!
"Ugh, well if you show me a lady in this ring, I would.", he still managed to quip and chuckeled a little, getting some laughter from the nearby crowd.

[CaptainL]

If there was one thing Chelsea hated, it was feeling weak and vulnerable. That was what frustrated her the most about this sprained ankle. It was holding her back, it was making her dependent on others, and it meant she couldn't speak her mind. When the man at the table accosted her, Chelsea had gone tense. Not only from knowing that she might have to fight off a rowdy drunk at a handicap, but from knowing she had that handicap at all - knowing she might not be able to do it. That meant accepting her weakness. And Chelsea did not want to be weak.

But...at least she had George. She wasn't alone any more, and George would always be there to remind her of that. When he came to her rescue, Chelsea looked up at her boyfriend with a smile on her face. She blushed a little at the thought of actually needing to fall back on him - but she also knew this meant she had someone she could fall back on. That she wasn't alone. And when it all happened for Valentine's Day...Chelsea wasn't the romantic type, but she couldn't deny that it stirred something in her.

Chelsea wasn't the only one satisfied by this turn of events, though - it turned out that it was exactly what Danielle needed. In attending to Chelsea, George had needed to release Danielle - and as soon as she saw that his back was turned, she knew exactly what to do. A smirk crossed her face; she had to hold back the urge to chuckle to keep herself from giving everything away. She'd remind him that she was still in this match, all right - when she rammed his head straight into Chelsea's, knocking the two of them back with the sound of a thud!

"...ACKPFFF-!!" Chelsea sputtered, stumbling back and grabbing her head. A moment later, as she rubbed the aches out of her temples, she looked back up at Dani with a scowl, both of her hands clenched into fists. "Ye stay outi this, ye fat-titted carrot-'eaded banshee, or I'll-!" But Danielle just rolled her eyes to that. As annoying as Chelsea could be when she ran her mouth, Danielle knew she posed her no threat at all in her hobbled state. George was the one she really needed to focus on - and he made that clear enough when he kept running his mouth. If he still had the nerve to get a word in edgewise, Danielle evidently needed to do some more convincing. But she was prepared for that.

"Oh, I'll show you a real woman, that's for sure..." Standing tall and thrusting out her chest as she strutted forward like she was walking the runway, Dani went to grab George by the head as he hung off the middle tropes. She pulled back so that he was lying across the ropes with his head in the ring and the back of his neck against the cables - and there, turning around, she took hold of the top rope as she leaned down and sat her full weight on top of George's face, not only straining his throat against the ropes, but smothering him at the same time! She slowly rolled her hips from side to side, grinding her behind against his face to the sound of plenty of cheers from the patrons - and to a hateful scowl from Chelsea, but the Frenchwoman could only look back over her shoulder at her with a smug smirk, knowing full well she had her outdone!