Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen vs. Naomi Fujimoto

[godjacob]

Naomi grinned, and for a moment...it seemed she'd keep it professional, as she merely slammed her full body weight onto Isaiah as she aimed to press and slam him into the corner. However, if she managed to land those successive strikes she would then take things to a bit more sensual flavor. As she would aim to try to press her breasts onto his chest and rub against it with that seductive if not smug smirk of hers.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah didn't know what to think of this woman. Was she a wrestler or a lapdancer? Still, a beautiful woman in a bikini rubbing up against him. Isaiah's face couldn't help but turn beet red. Yet, more telling, he didn't seem to fight it at all.

[godjacob]

"What's wrong? Having trouble admitting you like being this up and close with me~?" Naomi teased with a wink, as she rubbed her impressive bust right onto Isaiah's chest as she saw how effective it was.

During this, she aimed to subtly try to move his arms to the ropes and tried to tie them up as she counted on this taking his focus from that little detail...

[SimplePride]

Always a quick wit, Isaiah replied dryly, "Is this a wrestling match or a lap dance?" He started noticing Naomi tying his arms in the ropes, and quickly untied himself and pushed Naomi away, not enough to knock her over, but, enough so he had time to get out of the corner, "You might be pretty, but, not pretty enough to distract me!" It was the most blatant lie Isaiah had ever told, as he still looked up and down Naomi and his face still turned red.

[godjacob]

"Oh is that right?" Naomi asked with a sly grin, as she folded her arms under her impressive bust which if anything served to only make them appear even larger as she winked his way. She then invited him with a finger as she backed to the center of the ring, as if a challenge for him to meet if he had the nerve.

Naomi knew she had this little mental edge to play with Isaiah, and she was gonna milk it for all it was worth.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah knew he was in a world of trouble if he let Naomi get into his head, He came to the center of the ring and said, "For Hell cannot thank You, Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness" (Isaiah 38:18) Isaiah doubted a Bible meant anything to this succubus incarnate, but, it was all he could do not to fall to his knees. He would never admit it, but, he was secretly enjoying being teased. He prayed to what ever God happened to listen that Naomi didn't figure that out, otherwise he would soon become her bitch...

[godjacob]

"Such a way with words~" Naomi mused, whether she was clueless to the bibleverse and teased as her response or some other motive was impossible to tell. Either way she merely smirked and merely invited him for a grapple lock up.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah thought about just kicking her in the crotch and taking the DQ and getting out of here, but, what would that prove? Isaiah might be a bit shy, a coward even, but, he was a man of honor and integrity. Isaiah sighed and locked up with Naomi, hoping she wouldn't try anything too stupid...

[godjacob]

And at first, it seemed to begin clean enough as Naomi merely pushed on her lock up and seemed to try and overpower Isaiah; with her apparent goal to try and move him towards the corner if she could establish favorable leverage and press her lock up forward.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah was certainly at a disadvantage, and be came clearer as the match went on. Not only was his opponent bigger than he was, and as much as he tried to hide it, wrestling a girl this pretty certainly made him uncomfortable. He soon found himself back where he started: in the corner, basically at Naomi's mercy...