Eileen S. Vs Tristan A. - Red All Over

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Vs.

Standard Inter-gender Match
Fall Via Pinfall, Submission Or KO

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Spoiler

The stage was set for yet another appearance by the figure known to the masses as Eileen Sommers, with the redhead once again opting to accept an invitation to spar in the mixed side of LAW. Not that it mattered to her; all opponents would fall, naturally, and with men, her charms could be thrown about all the greater. Such was the case with many a man thus far, with her greatest rival, Daisuke the Wrestling Prince, learning the hard way that Eileen did not hold back when facing the opposing gender.

With that jacket atop her frame, classic attire to boot, Eileen licked her lips as she descended to the ring, figure sliding under the ropes without her usual grandeur that came with an Eileen intro. Curvy rear soon pressing to the middle of the nearest corner, with Eileen's arms dangling over the ropes amidst a rest. Her head turning to the ramp, to see which unfortunate male had opted to accept a match with perhaps one of the genuinely cruel women in wrestling.

[overlordofkings]

Tristan stretched and sighed as his opponent, the undefeated Eileen Sommers, finished her entrance. He blushed, but shook it off. So far, his LAW career had been... well, a mixed bag. Most... no, all of his encounters with the fairer sex had ended in defeat. But man, did they make defeat entertaining.

"Might have had a bad fun of things lately, but this is going to be the upset of the century!" He thought as he pumped himself up. If the blonde had one thing going for him, it was his determination. Soon, he got a cue from a stage hand and Metallica's "Ride the Lightening" began to play as Tristan made his way on stage.

Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There is someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flames

"And her opponent, from San Diego, California... Tristan Alden!" Misa announced.

Appearance

The blonde made his way to the ring in his usual cocky style. Getting on the apron, he jumped over the ropes and posed for the crowd before going to his corner. He spotted the curvy, sultry German woman. He smirked and gave her a wink as he said.

"Don't take it too hard when I hand you your first loss."

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Eileen stood with hands still upon her frame, eyebrow raised as her opponent for the evening had quite the energetic entrance. A grin growing, given all of this energy was soon going to be wasted trying to escape the redheads brutal grasps and holds.

Tutting as her male foe smirked and boasted, Eileen took a single step forward, with only her left hand to her hip now. The other would be raised forward, up to her lips, as the redhead tilted towards Tristan as to give him quite the cleavage-filled view. Once her bosom was dangling quite a bit, Eileen would plant a kiss in her own hand, before blowing it to the male watching on!

[overlordofkings]

Four movements. A hand on the hip, a step forward, a slight dip and tilt to show her ample cleavage and then blowing a kiss. Those four movements nearly turned a confidant man into a blushing schoolboy. Not that the blonde wasn’t blushing like crazy.

Yeah, Eileen was not to be messed with.

Tristan gave a small sigh and shook his head. He had to get his head in the game. Trying to return to his confidence, he smirked.

”You know, I never took you for the silent type,” Tristan taunted as he stretched a bit. ”Thought that I’d spend most of the match trying to shut you up,” he continued as he was trying to get a raise out of her. As the blonde painfully learned in his encounter with Rosie, the more someone’s angry, the more likely they’d make mistakes.

Besides, Eileen seemed to the “looks sexy when angry” kind of woman.

The bell dinged thrice to signal the start of the match. Tristan began to cautiously circle around Eileen. He usually preferred a more aggressive approach, but decided that a more cerebral approach would be warranted.

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When the bell rung and the match itself began, Eileen's pose was still more reminisce of a walkway model than it was a wrestler. One arm was seemingly glued to her hip, whilst the one that had blown the kiss was now dangling to her side. To a wrestler, her stance was filled to the brim with openings. Even more so as the woman moved, almost swaggering rather than cautiously moving, as she went in the same direction as Tristan to keep up that circular motion.

The kiss, and what was soon said made it rather apparent as to which Eileen Sommers had come out to play this day. Her lips still a grin, as she cooed out in quite the sultry voice.

"Shut me up? Why, that implies you won't enjoy what I'll be saying...what I'll be doing..."

[overlordofkings]

Tristan felt like a wolf, circling it's prey... except in this case, the prey wasn't acting like prey. No, Eileen was following him, every step of the way. The German beauty didn't even bother putting up any defensive stance. All of Tristan's wrestling instincts were screaming to charge at her, slowly breaking down his cautious moves.

And then she spoke. It was sultry, harmonic as he expected it. It nearly sent a shiver down his spine. And it didn't help that there was some truth in her words.

"Heh, what about that, she speaks," Tristan teased as he kept circling her. "Though, that buxom European thing you're going for is-" Tristan started before the blonde, unable to wait no longer and hoped she'd be a little distracted from his words, attempted to lunge at her to lock up. "...A little out of date," He'd finish if he managed to lock up with the red haired beauty.

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Eileen didn't shy away from that lock-up, given it would present the redhead with all the more chances to chat wise up close. And seeing as how it had worked so well from a distance, Eileen could only grin at how well her teases worked up close, with physical contact added into the mix.

Hands tying together with her legs wide and brought back, Eileen held no intent in outright pushing forward. Instead, she'd simply try to circle, almost in a dance of sorts, to stop Tristan from pulling away or strongly pushing into her. Her figure awfully bent forward, almost is if to purposefully make her great bust dangle and sway...

"Ohhh...so are you suggesting you wouldn't enjoy me atop of you...?"

[overlordofkings]

Although Tristan succeeded in initiating the lock-up, the blonde didn't feel like he held the advantage. If anything proved to him that Eileen's skills went far beyond sultry flirting, this lock up proved it. Her stance, the way she moved, everything was calculated into manipulating Tristan into following her lead.

And follow he did, he and Eileen began to circle each other, as though they were in a waltz. It didn't help that she took the opportunity to bend forwards, showing off more of her radiant and glorious breasts.

"N...no!" Tristan stuttered as he used all of his will power not to stare at her breasts. But, it wasn't enough to stop him from taking many glances. "I... I mean, I'm not the type that mixes business and pleasure," he joked.

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Every second Tristan glanced at her breasts was a second spent somewhat distracted, with Eileen's grin growing as she began to register just when and how often Tristan was indeed taking a gander.

"Well...that is good to know..." A lick of her lips later, and Eileen opted to pick her moment perfectly, lifting her leg up just as Tristan's eyes went down again, in an attempt to bring it out. So far not at all pushing, the redhead would synchronise her first attempt at shoving into Tristan with the moment her leg came all the way round. Seeking to plant her foot into the crook of Tristan's knee, that push would serve as an attempt to make her male foe outright trip over it.

With Eileen undoubtedly falling atop of her foe, should it succeed!

[overlordofkings]

Tristan gave a slight gulp at Eileen's response, and the classic sultry lick of the lips. "Ngh! Think we can save the sultry flirting for backstage?" Tristan teased, as he made what he soon realized would be a fatal error. And that was taking a gander at her supple cleavage.

And Eileen immediately pounced, hooking her foot in the crook of his knee as she shoved him back, causing the blonde man to trip and fall on his back!

With the deadly redhead on top of him. Tristan's face soon turned the same color as Eileen's scarlet hair. "Guess that'd be a no..."