Idol's intro to wrestling: Freja(D) vs Sylar Robin (D)

[MR. Q]

Freja's body spasms violently as Sylar mercilessly penetrates her once more, stretching her inner walls obscenely with his thick digits. Tears stream freely now, a mixture of anguish and bewildered pleasure etching trails down her contorted features.

"Nnnghh! Aahhh! N-no more!" Freja chokes out through gritted teeth, her tiny frame trembling with each ruthless thrust.

The obscene squelching sounds of Sylar's fingers pumping in and out of Freja's violated slit echo through the arena, mingling with her pitiful wails and muffled cries. Despite herself, Freja's hips begin to buck helplessly against Sylar's invading fingers.

This is pure debauchery! How dare he defile me like this?!

[MrBrightside]

"It'll all be over soon. Just relax and let me take care of you." Sylar spoke softly in what he hoped was a reassuring tone. Once Freja's hips began to buck against his fingers he began to increase the pace of his pumps, pushing his fingers faster and deeper. Meanwhile his free hand went to her chest. This time the touch was intentional as he began to grope and squeeze her breast through the material of her top.

"Don't fight it. Just give in. You know you want to and you'll feel much better when you do."

[MR. Q]

As Sylar's reassuring words echo through the haze of pleasure and pain clouding Freja's mind, she finds herself powerless to resist his expert ministrations. Each thrust of his fingers drives her closer to the brink, until finally, she surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"Nnghh...aaahhhh!" Freja's wails transform into a sharp cry of ecstasy as the first waves of climax crash over her. Her inner walls clamp down desperately around Sylar's plunging fingers as her petite frame shakes and convulses violently.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar smiles upon successfully bringing Freja to orgasm. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her soaked pussy and brought them to his lips. He gave them a lick to enjoy the fruits of his labor. But now that he had had his fun it was time to get back to business.

Sylar unhooked Freja's legs from the top rope letting her fall to the mat. He then dragged her body a few feet away from the corner before climbing up to the top rope himself. Perched in the corner he kicked off the ropes and waved his arms out as he intended drop his weight down on his downed opponent.

Spoiler

[MR. Q]

Dazed and reeling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, Freja barely registers Sylar's withdrawal before he drags her limp form away from the ropes. She sprawls helpless and exhausted on the cold mat, her delicate chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

A glimmer of hope sparks within Freja as she sees Sylar preparing to jump, thinking she might have narrowly escaped the impact. Summoning every last ounce of energy, she weakly rolls to the side, evading the brunt of Sylar's crushing weight as he crashes.

[MrBrightside]

With his opponent vulnerable and recovering from her orgasm, Sylar figured that this would be as good a time as any to end the match. Hitting the splash would have sealed her fate and given him the victory or so he thought. Whether it would have ended the match or not would go unanswered for now as Freja somehow found the energy to roll out of the way of his attack at the last possible second. For the second time in this match, Sylar came crashing down on the mat after his attempt at a high-flying maneuver backfired on him.

“Argh!”

[MR. Q]

As the echoes of Sylar's clumsy crash fade, Freja remains sprawled on the mat, her slender frame quivering with exertion and aftershocks of pleasure. Though victory seemed within grasp, Freja knows she cannot capitalize on Sylar's misfortune without her waning energy returning.

Taking stock of the damage, Freja winces at the soreness radiating from her abused limbs and still-sensitive core. Each breath she draws sends ripples of discomfort coursing through her fragile body.

For now, the petite idol can only lay prone, clutching her chest as she tries to calm her racing heart and recover some semblance of strength...

[MrBrightside]

Sylar groaned as he laid on the mat clutching his stomach. He mentally kicked himself for getting cocky. He was so sure of his victory before but if he isn't careful his opponent could end up snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Yet despite crashing and burning he was still in better shape than his opponent. It had to have taken everything Freja had just to move out of the way. She wasn't in a position to capitalize or else she would have done so already. He just needed to apply a bit more pressure and she would break. He just needed to get back up to do it, but the failed splash had done a number on him and he wasn't yet able to get back up on his feet.

[MR. Q]

While Sylar wallows in discomfort mere inches away, Freja takes advantage of the temporary reprieve to assess her own battered state. Each tiny movement sends jolts of pain shooting through her abused muscles, reminding her of the toll Sylar's relentless assault has exacted upon her fragile form.

Breathing heavily, Freja props herself up on wobbly elbows, her tear-stained face twisted in grim determination. Despite the agony coursing through every fiber of her being, a flicker of hope ignites within the idol's eyes - a desperate resolve to push through her exhaustion and claim victory from the brink of defeat.

Freja musters every ounce of remaining strength, using her arms to haul herself into a sitting position. With a pained grunt, she swings her legs over to straddle Sylar's prone form, effectively pinning him beneath her own slight weight.

"Y-you won't get up again, S-Sylar..." Freja rasps, her voice hoarse and weak. "...Not while I'm s-sitting on top o-of you..." She said.

This time, she raised both hands balled into a hammer and began swinging on the man's features.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar felt a weight press down onto him. He quickly realized that Freja had managed to crawl over to him and straddle his hips. Her arms were raised and poised to drop down on him!

“This again!?” Sylar shouted as he raised his arms to defend himself.