Vice & Virtue: Sylar Robin vs Penny Vice (D)

[MrBrightside]

Sylar's weight came crashing down hard onto his fallen opponent, the momentum he built up added more impact to the standing Shooting Star Press. He heard her groan from underneath him as he squashed her. He felt her body rub against his in an almost sensual manner, though he couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. Either way, Sylar next move was to roll Penny onto her stomach. He would then sit on the raven-haired beauty's back, drape her arms across his thighs, and pull back on her chin to apply the Camel Clutch and put pressure on her neck and shoulders as he hyperextended her back.

[Nymph]

Now Penny didn’t know what to expect from Sylar as she stepped in the ring with him, but the man was starting to show what he could do pretty soon and the match was escalating pretty quickly. First there was that clothesline that got the raven-haired on the floor, then a standing moonsault that was both weakening and spectacular and now, just as Penny was writhing on the mat and trying to take a couple seconds to repair and regain her bearings she noticed how Sylar was turning her on her stomach, a signal that nothing good was coming her way. This wasn’t her first rodeo and the woman knew well this could mean one of several submission holds, but which one would it be.

Penny didn’t have to wait to unfold this enigma. “Hnngh- uuuuuugggghh!!” Soon enough the raven-haired felt her arms trapped against Sylar’s thighs and how the man was pulling her chin backwards, hyperextending her back and sending a more than decent amount of pain through her lower body, all while pleasing the crowd with the vision of the woman’s ample bust jiggling with each of her pained writhing. This was excruciating for Penny but when the ref kneeled in front of her to ask if she gave up she denied with her head. After all it was too soon for the match to end and she was a good performer: even if things only got worse for her she had a lot more to give. She wouldn’t succumb to despair yet. Instead she would flail her arms against Sylar’s thighs in a vain attempt to regain her freedom, but it didn’t look like it was going to have much effect.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar wrenched back on the raven-haired beauty’s chin as much as he could. He sought to test Penny’s resilience as he put on the pressure, to see how much punishment she could take. To her credit, she didn’t give up when the referee asked her. But while Penny was willing to continue the fight, her options for doing so were currently limited.

Sylar had her trapped in the Camel Clutch and her flailing her arms around did nothing to change that. He was firmly in control at the moment and if things continued like this then he might even get the submission victory. It would be a rather anticlimactic end if it happened this quickly though. That would’ve been fine in a regular fight but this was professional wrestling. The fans came to see a show and making the fans happy was just as important as winning. They probably wouldn’t be happy with such a short match. Whether or not Penny would have actually tapped out to the Camel Clutch would remain a mystery as Sylar released the hold to transition into something else and keep the match going a while longer.

It might not have been the most sound strategy, but Sylar was confident that he had the situation well in hand thanks to the damage done by the submission hold. He stood up and pulled Penny up with him by the wrist. He would then toss her into the corner where he would charge at her with a shoulder tackle.

[Nymph]

Penny had been performing in session wrestling for some time at that point and she was more than aware of where the appeal of the show resided, adapting and tuning her body and actions like a fine instrument to suit the needs of the show. Everything in her performance, from the jiggling of her body when she writhed in the Camel Clutch to the sound of her pained groans were had been carefully concocted to elicit a reaction of excitement from the crowd, and a positive reaction she got as people on the stands started cheering for both outcomes: some for her to make an escape and some for her rival to go deeper in the hold.

However, Sylar had also some sense of show and knew that a match ending move that early wouldn’t make good numbers so he decided to let Penny go. The woman thanked in her mind when the pain of the Camel Clutch subsided as she was released. Sylar didn’t make her wait to see what was next. Penny was dragged back on her feet and then tossed at the corner. Penny, pretty experienced in receiving this kind of move, had just enough time to brace for impact.

“G-gaah!!” A sharp cry of pain escaped Penny’s mouth when she hit the turnbuckle with her back, then squirmed a little trying to rub the pain off her lower back. Penny was pretty aware of what would come next, some form of charging move, and despite taking a pretty one-sided beating so far she still had some fuel in the tank, so she focused in looking weak until the last second and then she dropped to the mat and rolled over, going below Sylar’s charge and letting the man be the one impacting against nothing but the turnbuckles this time, with the crowd reacting in awe and cheers at the sudden and unexpected reversal.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar figured that he could probably toss his opponent around and rough her up for a bit as he established his dominance. That way the crowd could enjoy watching him dominate her physically during the match before he went on to dominate her sexually afterwards. Unfortunately for him, he got a little overconfident and underestimated how much fight Penny had left. She darted out of the way of his shoulder tackle at the last second, leaving him unable to stop himself from crashing into the turnbuckle.

“Argh!” Sylar hissed as he clutched his now sore shoulder, his offense having been momentarily ground to a halt.

[Nymph]

It was mostly the same thing when concerning Penny’s matches before LAW: she either got in the ring and completely owned a wimp or she was just dominated by a superior man and then fucked as a show. This time, despite the fact the match had started in a note that was known to Penny, things had turned more competitive, with the woman being capable of coming back after some time in the receiving end.

Having moved out of Sylar’s way, the man impacted against the turnbuckle and remained there for some time, dazed. This was Penny’s cue to try and capitalize now that she had regained her footing. She went behind Sylar and trapped him in a standing Full Nelson. This added a layer of control over the man who would be surely under some pain in his neck and shoulders, but also firmly pressed her chest against his back, rubbing their bodies together and adding some enticing element to the hold that the crowd found captivating based on the amount of cheering.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar hadn’t been quite sure what to make of his opponent when he first laid eyes upon her. There had been some noticeable muscle beneath her supermodel curves but that alone didn’t tell him much regarding her skill level. There were plenty of wrestlers who looked physically impressive but couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag. On the other hand, there were those who might not look like much but were very skilled in the ring. Penny might have looked more like the former at first but right now, she was proving that at the very least she wasn’t some scrub that he could walk all over.

While Sylar had been briefly been stunned by his ill-fated collision, Penny had managed to get behind him and apply a Full Nelson hold. Sylar winced as the pressure on his neck and shoulders aggravated the spot that he had hit against the turnbuckle. This contrasted with the more pleasant feeling of her breasts flattening against his back. He noticed that she seemed to be rubbing against a bit more than strictly necessary, probably giving the fans a bit of a show as well as turning him on. Sylar wouldn’t let that distract him though as he flailed about to try and free himself from her grip.

[Nymph]

Penny had been earning her keep by practicing session wrestling for a couple years at that point. The woman was good at reading a show and knowing what’s the best thing to do and when. She knew how to sell both control or her demise, physical and sexual, and was capable of making it look absolutely great. Now she had found a moment to create the illusion of competition by coming back strong at Sylar and she was willing to let that thrill sink in the people. Meanwhile, Penny would make sure to remind everyone and her rival of what was at stake as she pressed her body firmly against Sylar’s. In fact, the man would have a pretty privileged spot to witness all this because he would be able to feel Penny’s uneven breath and her groans of exertion as she devoted to her work, doubling her efforts to try and make him tame in the Full Nelson and force him to stop resisting. “Come on Sylar. I know you can do much more.”, in her words there wasn’t any tease but actual encouragement. She had the hunch that Sylar could bring a pretty good show and she wanted those numbers.

[MrBrightside]

“I think we both know that. The question is, can you handle what I’ve got?” Sylar shot back, though his words were playful and lacked any heat. He felt Penny’s hot breath blow into his ear every time she let out a groan of exertion. She was showing some impressive control with the Full Nelson hold, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Sylar began to stomp on her foot to try and break her concentration so he could break out of the hold. If he managed to do that, he would then attack with a spinning forearm shot to her face.

[Nymph]

“So far it looks like it, yes.” Penny had noticed how her remarks had been well received by Sylar and the man was eager to be playful around it. Penny valued professionalism above anything, but was fully aware of what a good working dynamic could do, even more when the two people involved are supposed to engage into some intimate action. Now they were establishing how their dynamic would be: playful without losing the competitive flair, as Sylar’s stomping on the woman’s foot showed.

“Ow-owww!” The repeated stomps sent jolts of pain through Penny’s foot and leg. It wasn’t incapacitating but distracting enough so she lost her focus and Sylar was capable of escaping. From there the man decided to follow-up with a spinning forearm to the face. “Uuuuugh!!” It wasn’t the heaviest hit Penny had taken but it was pretty solid and send her to the mat on her back, fazed enough for him to capitalize that opening her state offered.