Love, Lust, and One Lonely Sweetheart: Love and Lust vs. "Golden Girl" Emma

[Weonna]

The world tilted violently, the angry red haze of her argument with the referee dissolving into a sudden, suffocating darkness. One moment, Emma was on her knees, her cute features scrunched in a pout as she stomped her little foot; the next, the ring was gone. All that existed was Angel.

A soft, yet unyielding pressure enveloped her face. The thin fabric of his trights, stretched taut over the firm, plump muscle of his backside, sealed perfectly against her mouth and nose. Her mind, already reeling from the injustice of the rope break, simply… stalled. The heat of his body was intoxicating, a stark, grounding warmth that contrasted with the cool air of the arena. The scent of him—a clean, masculine mix of sweat and something sweetly musky—filled her senses, or rather, tried to. There was no room for air. Only him.

Her body was pinned, her shoulders mashed into the mat by his weight, her legs dangling awkwardly in the air. He had her hands locked in his, their fingers intertwined in a gesture that was almost shockingly intimate for the brutality of the move. It was a paradox—a soft, gentle hold while he smothered her with his body. The sheer, overwhelming humiliation of it sent a dizzying wave of heat through Emma that had nothing to do with lack of oxygen.

Her struggles were pathetic. A weak wiggle of her hips, a muffled whimper that was lost against his flesh. Her head throbbed, not just from the impact, but from the sensory overload. The pressure, the heat, the scent… it was all too much. Her vision began to sparkle with little black dots at the edges of the darkness. The muffled voice of the referee seemed to come from a million miles away.

"ONE!"

The vibration of his voice traveled through Angel's body and into her skull. A part of her, the fighter, screamed to kick out. To bridge her hips, to break the pin, to get air. But her body felt heavy, limp, and traitorous. The flustered, dizzy part of her brain was winning. It was… strangely comfortable in a horrifying, suffocating way. To be completely overpowered, to be held so tightly, so completely…

"TWO!"

The darkness was getting deeper now. The sparkles were merging into a solid curtain. Her lungs burned with a desperate, primal need for oxygen that wasn't being met. Her struggles ceased entirely. Her body went slack, a complete surrender to the position, to him. She could feel the faint, rhythmic thump of his heart against her cheek, a steady, mocking beat that counted down to her end. Her last coherent thought wasn't of the match, or of winning, but of the soft, yielding pressure against her face and the dizzying, humiliating way it was making her feel.

"THREE!"

The final count was a distant gong. The referee slapped the mat a final time, and the bell rang, its shrill sound barely piercing the thick cocoon of her stupor. She didn't kick out. She couldn't. She lay there, pinned and defeated, her face still buried in the warmth of Angel's backside, her mind a hazy, oxygen-starved swirl of defeat and a confusing, tingling warmth that spread through her entire body as she finally, blissfully, let the darkness take her.

[ADarlingDucky]

Just when it looked as though Emma might be able to take a sudden victory over Angel and Jamie, thanks to her high flying moonsault, her plans were foiled when Angel's foot ended up on the rope, forcing a break from the referee before the three count could be completed! The result was one very upset Emma, who stopped to throw a miniature tantrum in the ring, complaining to the official while not watching her surroundings, letting Angel slowly stand himself up and shake off the haze that he felt. And once he was fully up, it would spell the end for Emma, as the pretty blonde male would grab hold of his opponent, bending her backwards and slipping her head between his thighs! Not only that, he would grab hold of her hands in his, and with Emma firmly secured, Angel would suddenly drop down hard, planting her to the mat and landing directly on her face with a reverse pedigree!

The impact shook the ring, and Emma, aside from a few spasms underneath Angel's body, would rapidly slow in her movements, her feet only shifting slightly, her hands going slack as Angel held them, as the referee moved in! Angel felt a small tingle of excitement run up his spine, Emma's pretty features buried deep between his plump cheeks as it was clear to all that she was going out, all while the pin was counted!

And sure enough, the ref would soon hit three, all as Emma slowly went limp underneath Angel, with Jamie slipping into the ring as the match concluded and the announcement was made! Angel would slowly stand up off of Emma as the two took a moment to celebrate together, posing over the KO'd body of the blonde as the celebrated another win, but more importantly this night, an exciting show put on with Emma!

"Thank you everyone! But make sure to give a big round of applause to Emma, who we couldn't have done this without! She was willing to come out and wrestle us all on her own! Make sure you give her all the love she deserves!" Jamie called to the audience, as he and Angel gave them a wave, standing on either side of the downed woman as the show came to a close, letting them get one last image of the trio before the night was up!


Winner via Pinfall: Love & Lust!