Angel Agapi vs. The Morrigan - Heaven Sent, Hellbound

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan needed to get off the ground. Now.

While she’d been trained in mat grappling with Sabine, she never excelled. Her whole thing had always been straight-up fighting. She was a brawler, rough, and unrefined. She did her best work when her opponents were up close and slugging it out with hammer and tongs. These holds, pins, and locks were all so far out of her wheelhouse. If she could get Angel up and force him into a corner, she would surely take him down fast. Two, maybe three, good blows would do it. But he was a slippery man.

So, she was eager to get up, stand tall, and start bringing the fight straight to him, and she thought she would have the chance when she rolled back to her feet. That was why she was so surprised when she popped up and found him already pouncing as if he didn’t have a single worry about being clobbered in the process. The little man had balls of steel, she’d give him that much.

”Hey-”

Already off balance from the roll, it was no hard thing for Angel to drive her back even further, ramming her up against the turnbuckle. She wouldn’t have been there for long with their size difference, but that wasn’t his plan - no, he had something wilder in mind.

He was up, he was on her, and the next thing Morrigan knew, she was being pulled back and down, with Angel expertly using her weight and momentum against her. He brought her down, kicked up, and sent her flipping, leaving her bulky body to careen through the area, getting some impressive hangtime. She came down right on her back, hitting with a dull splat, making the ring quiver.

The Morrigan didn’t stay down for long, rolling off and getting back to her feet in a hurry, but that might’ve been a mistake - she was disoriented, trying to get a lock on Angel, but the tumble had left her disoriented. If she had a moment to clear her head, she’d be fine, but she might not be getting that moment.

[ADarlingDucky]

When it came to styles within the ring, The Morrigan and Angel seemed to be quite the opposite, with some may have been able to tell in advance based on judgements made about their size. Angel was quicker, more likely to spend his time evading his opponent and trying to wear her down with more technical moves. It was certainly not a bad plan, but The Morrigan's style presented the danger that at any moment, Angel could get absolutely blindsided by a move that would put him on the canvas and make it easy for her to simply crush him underneath her. Some might have dreamed the idea of something like that happening to them, but Angel needed to make a statement here! And so he'd leap right up to where Morrigan leaned against the buckles, before grabbing hold of her and using his entire body to swing her over with a monkey flip that sent her soaring before she would land hard on the canvas, another clever move creating an advantage for Angel!

Morrigan hit the mat with a thud, but even as Angel rolled over, she was already starting to pick herself up off of the canvas, not so keen on staying down in that position. It was the correct move, even if it made things a bit harder for the curvy male wrestler, and so he would get back up as fast as he could, still catching The Morrigan rising when he approached once more, closing the distance between himself and his opponent! Letting her rise fully would be a mistake on his part, but she was already on her feet, and so he needed something to keep her from getting back up to her full stature. Luckily, he had an idea!

Oh Morrigan!" Angel called, and getting close, he'd swing to her side, before leaping up to get onto her back while she was still doubled over, throwing a leg over her to straddle her while he wrapped his legs around her midsection to keep himself anchored! And then, reaching down, he'd attempt to collect her arms and pull back on them, forcing her to stay bent over as he stretched out her shoulders in a very unique rocking horse submission!

"You don't mind carrying me for a bit, do you? I need some more time to admire these back muscles... you're in such good shape you know. I love the way your outfit shows them off too... can't wait to get you out of it..." Angel's words once more started with energetic teasing, before moving to a far more sultry talk once more! He'd give another wrench at The Morrigan's arms, the hold forcing her to stay doubled over lest the pressure on her shoulders get even worse, and it was clear that Angel was ready to stay up here and admire The Morrigan for as long as it took her to get out!

[BlackAkuma]

Was Morrigan mad? Yeah. A little.

This match started to remind her of the match with Blanco, and comparing that to this, a clear pattern was shown. He’d been a smaller guy, too - less flamboyant, more traditional, but they both wrestled with that crazy, risky style, doing the tricky bullshit that had driven her nuts. The most significant difference was that the luchador had kept mum for the most, a man of few words, probably because his wife did more than enough talking for both of them. Angel didn’t have that little problem.

Not a problem, though. Words couldn't hurt her, and they damn sure couldn't put her down for a three-count. It was just a monkey flip, nothing that would stop her, and she was already pushing her way back up, when…

”The fuck?”

She heard him calling her name and turned towards him, only for the little speed demon to blitz around her, leap on her back, and secure her arms, pulling them at an awkward Angel. The Morrigan stumbled forward and nearly fell flat on her face until she was able to adjust to the weight. That was a slight relief, but it didn’t improve her situation. Bent over, hurting, her arms being yanked out of their sockets, all while Angel perched and preened, taunting her from above.

”You want to see my back, huh?” She looked over her shoulder as best as possible. ”Don’t worry, you’ll get a damn good view when I’m sitting on your face.” The Morrigan threw out that spoiler before she planted her feet and pushed off, rushing backwards in attempt to smash Angel up against the nearest turnbuckle, trying to get her full weight behind the crash.

[ADarlingDucky]

Keeping up with the momentum that he had managed to gain himself, Angel would twist over and push himself back up to his feet as quick as he could after the monkey flip, finding that The Morrigan was doing the same thing, albeit slower after her rough landing on the mat! This gave him an opportunity, and he was quick to seize it as he closed the distance between himself and the large woman, jumping up onto her back as she was rising and leaving her stuck whilst doubled over, grabbing hold of her arms and wrenching them outwards and behind her, at a painful angle! It was one hell of a unique looking hold, and now The Morrigan was stuck fast in it while Angel got to take a seat atop her! The position let him once more admire The Morrigan's impressive physique, a few more flirty comments coming from him as he admired her back muscles, all while he put an immense strain on her shoulders!

She seemed plenty surprised by the submission as well, but she managed to keep herself from falling onto the mat and putting herself in an even worse spot! Still, it couldn't be said that her current position was any better! And given her confused reaction, it seemed as though The Morrigan hadn't seen or been put in something like this before, Angel giving a slight chuckle at her expense!

"New hold? This one's great, really works over the shoulders, I'm sure you can feel it! It was actually invented in-"

"Angel!" Jamie's voice rang out for the first time in a while, prompting Angel to stop his explanation and give a slightly bashful smile, before getting back to things! If left unchecked, he probably would have given the entire history of the move, though his partner stopped everyone from receiving the history lesson. Instead, his attention turned to The Morrigan's "threat," the blonde pretty boy's voice taking on a more sensual tone yet again!

"Is that a threat? Or a promise? I could- Huh?! UUUGH!" In the midst of his flirting, he had failed to account for The Morrigan's legs still being free as could be, and she'd suddenly backpedal towards the corner of the ring, smashing him against the turnbuckles! Angel's curvy form hit the pads hard, and as uncomfortable as it might have been for Morrigan's arms, it would be rewarded as he released the hold and fell from her back, landing with a thud on the canvas! Leaned up against the corner behind him, letting out a low groan of pain, The Morrigan's threats might have been more apparent than he had given them credit for, as he was now in the worst position to be in, sitting in the corner with his foe still towering above him!

[BlackAkuma]

If Morrigan was being honest, the talking she could do without. While Angel seemed like a charming young fellow, she wasn’t much for mid-fight banter, at least when she wasn’t in total control. She could make small talk later when they slowed things down, but for now, she wanted to focus on doling out the pain and piling up the damage, which she was currently having no trouble with. She got the sense that Angel was a bit of a blabbermouth, prone to let his thoughts flow free and clear whenever he had a chance, but that was nothing that having an ass in his face wouldn’t solve. Speaking of which…

Angel was likely a whole lot of things, but heavy? Never that. The Morrigan had little trouble backpacking him around, and even less trouble ramming him up against the nearest turnbuckle, hammering him against the pads with her total weight. The moment she made an impact, she could feel him shudder against her, feel the power going out of his limbs, his body weakening. Cute as he was, he didn’t have a body designed for taking heavy hits, which was a big problem when you were taking on someone with heavy hands like hers. He’d learn.

It wasn’t that great for her - the impact wrenched her shoulders something awful, left them sore - but it was a reasonable price to pay for shifting momentum in her favor. Morrigan had never been one to shy away from taking pain if it meant giving equal amounts back. She stepped out of the corner, looked back, and yeah - he was in the perfect position. Could not have asked for better. ”Be right back.”

Though it was tempting to go for the smother straightaway, Morrigan had a better idea—a meaner idea, a more practical idea. She sprinted towards the opposite corner, moving at top speed, then turned to hit her back against the pads and bounce off. She came running back towards him, and this would typically be the part where she would hit him with a knee to the skull. But, given how she had to win this match, she figured she might as well stick with the theme.

She spun about as she charged, leaped backward, and rammed her rear against his skull, giving him a devastating hip attack with a ton of momentum behind it.

[ADarlingDucky]

Seated atop The Morrigan's back, Angel felt like he was in quite the good position, and as such, the pretty boy could actually stand to talk a little bit to his opponent, something he loved to do, even if sometimes his opponents didn't share that love. It likely wouldn't make a difference however, as Angel was in full control of The Morrigan, and while seated on her back and pulling at her arms, he could chat her ear off for as long as he liked! Or rather, that was what he thought. Instead, The Morrigan had different ideas, and soon enough Angel was suddenly being hauled towards the corner of the ring, with only enough time to barely brace himself before she'd slam him against the posts, throwing herself back with enough force to crush him between the buckles and her body, leaving him falling to his ass! A far cry from how he'd pictured himself exiting this hold!

However, it had worked out perfect for The Morrigan, as being sat in the corner in a smother match was practically asking for trouble, and now Angel was staring up at his muscled opponent, who had noted just that! Angel, bracing himself for what would obviously come next, would close his eyes tight and get ready... only for nothing to happen! Instead, she simply told him she'd... be right back?

"What do you... oh. Uh oh." Angel realized what was happening far too late, as when he opened his eyes, The Morrigan was on the opposite side of the ring, turned towards him, and hurtling towards him like a freight train! And with escape out of the picture, that meant one thing! A nasty impact was on it's way!

"UUUUGH!" Came the cry as Angel's head was suddenly slammed backwards, unable to move very far thanks to the turnbuckle behind him, as he was blasted by Morrigan's thick rear coming crashing into his face! His body jerked against the corner, and afterwards went limp, all wits slammed clear out of his head as he was left sitting in the corner under The Morrigan, letting out a low groan! He was in a dangerous position now, since all the fight had been taken out of him for the time being, and The Morrigan now had him ready to take the first smother of the match if she saw fit to do so!

[BlackAkuma]

While Morrigan had no shortage of desirable features - chest, legs, arms - the one that tended to get the most attention was her ass, and she was always damned proud of it. Unlike her chest, genetics didn’t play a role here. No, her glutes resulted from hard time spent in the gym and just the right dietary plan, giving her the pleasing, fulsome figure that so many pined for. Hardly a week went by where a client wasn’t asking her to use their face as a throne, and Googling her name with the SafeSearch off brought in pics of her rear from every angle.

But just like the rest of her body, Morrigan could use it to give pleasure or deliver pain. A lot of pain. This was something that Angel learned the hard way, as her rear rammed into his face at about fifteen miles an hour. The crowd winced and even the referee jumped back, with good reason. She felt that impact, a solid one, and she could even see his body jerk beneath her. That was a hit, a very palpable hit, and he wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.

But he wasn’t out, not yet. She could feel him and saw the signs of life. Moreover, he was in the perfect position for a followup, and while she couldn't win with a smother just yet, she didn’t see the harm in giving it a shot at this stage. He needed to learn what her ass could do. Needed to fear it.

The Morrigan looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss at Angel’s partner, who was still sitting pretty with Sabine at ringside. Once it was clear he was watching - and even if he wasn’t, really - she spread her legs, eased back, and let her weight drive his face deep between her cheeks, making sure to wiggle her hips to get the maximum penetration. She breathed deep and grabbed the ropes for support, ensuring she had perfect control with the Stinkface. No moving his head, no stealing breaths. Her wide hips were taking all of his breath away, and he wouldn’t get a whiff until she willed it.

[ADarlingDucky]

Sitting down in the corner of the ring, back up against the turnbuckles, was a position that practically begged for all kinds of different offense to be delivered to the one sitting down, but in a smother match it took on a whole new level! And now that Angel was sitting there, he had indeed set himself up for trouble, and that all started with The Morrigan crossing the ring, before crossing back and throwing her whole weight into Angel's face, slamming her ass into the seated male! The impact slammed his head against the turnbuckles, rattling the ring and causing his legs to jerk against the mat, body tensing up before going limp after being hit, knocked senseless! It was one hell of a hip attack, that was for sure, and now that she had connected with him any hope of him getting up and out of the corner anytime soon was gone, meaning that The Morrigan could put the smother in this smother match!

With Angel dazed, it was obvious what came next, but The Morrigan seemed to have the showmanship to really make a scene of it, as she'd turn and look over her shoulder, eyes meeting with Jamie's! The black haired man had winced slightly upon the impact that his partner suffered, but his attention was still very much on the match, and when The Morrigan looked over, his gaze met hers, and a sly smile crept onto his face. She blew him a kiss, one that he returned by raising his hand up and wiggling his fingers at her, a little wave to let her know that very much watching. Watching her spread her legs slightly, grip the ropes, and then simply sit down on Angel's face, burying his pretty features in her ass as she delivered a classic stinkface!

"Oh I like her. I like her a lot..." Jamie said aloud, not necessarily to Sabine but to the air itself, as he watched the heavyweight begin to grind her thick ass against Angel's face! It was true as well, Jamie finding her alluring as much as anyone else, and the extra little flair of blowing a kiss to him... if the tables were turned, if he were inside the ring about to rub his ass all over The Morrigan's face, he would have done the exact same thing to Sabine. Hell, he might have struck up a conversation with her while he did so. It seemed that game recognized game after all!

"Mmmmph... mmmhh..." Angel wouldn't be striking up any conversations anytime soon, however, as all that could be heard from him was a lowly muffled groan, stifled by The Morrigan's cheeks on his face! Her stinkface was applied in classic fashion, gripping the ropes and grinding against him, and it was likely that if his wits were about him and he were able to speak, he'd be gushing over her! As it stood right now however, his face was buried deep in her buttcrack, he had little he could do except reach up and grip her curvy hips, holding onto them as she ground him down with her rear, a few weak pushes the only sign that he was trying to get out at all! Helpless to stop her from smothering him all she like until he had more of his wits return!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine merely looked on and nodded her approval as her partner went to work, glad that she was in the driver’s seat for the time being. She tended to do her best work when she in control of things, as one would expect from a woman with such a dominant personality, and she knew the best way to use her body for establishing control. With their size disparity, it would be no simple task for Angel to take back control and win the match at this point, but she hoped that this fact didn’t lull her partner into a false sense of security. ‘Difficult’ was a far different thing than ‘impossible’, after all, and Angel had already proven capable of flipping a situation to his benefit.

For now, however, she remained silent and looked on, content to let her partner cook. She was having the time of her life, grinding away on Angel’s face with aplomb, gyrating her hips with rhythmic pulse, practically dancing on his features. She could likely have knocked him out this way if she wanted, but that would only make her life more difficult - better he be awake and alert, especially for what was coming next.

The Morrigan gave Angel a few strong thrusts to finish things off, then finally stepped away. Angel’s face was so thoroughly wedged in that his head actually came along for the ride for a second, before it popped out of her cheek and fell back against the pads, releasing him from his thick prison. She took a moment to bask in the glory, giving her ass a good, echoing slap, before she turned back to Angel with a hand on her hips. ”All right, boyo, rest time’s over.” She reached down and grabbed him by the ankles. ”Back to business, eh?”

The Morrigan dragged him out of the corner, pulling him to the center of the ring, then stepped over Angel’s body and dropped down for a hard sit, plopping her full weight right on his lap. Not the most pleasant sensation, but she made up for it in the next moment, when she shifted hips back and forth to grind on his package, starting to work him up, looking to stimulate the predictable response. At the same time, she looked down on his and cracked her knuckles - an unspoken threat, but just that. For now. ”I’m looking to get that first squirt out of you, now. You got a preference on how, or is it Chef’s choice?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Normally, when watching one's partner have their face absolutely slammed like never before courtesy of a hip attack from a massive heavyweight, one would be a bit more concerned, perhaps trying to rouse them or do something to encourage them! Jamie, on the other hand, looked on with absolute fascination not at his partner, but at the woman who was currently turning to taunt him, before sitting firmly on Angel's face! The Morrigan had the makings of someone that Jamie would kill to be in the ring with, and it wasn't hard to see why! A curvy, and yet still incredibly toned body, a playful attitude when it came to dishing out her offense, seen by her turning to blow a kiss to Jamie as she stinkfaced his partner, and a killer look, she was eye catching in every regard! Angel would likely agree, as he currently had one of The Morrigan's most eye catching features planted directly on his face!

"Mmmmph... mmmmph!" With The Morrigan applying an absolutely perfect stinkface, Angel's would find his face buried deep between her cheeks, her thick behind squishing and smushing his face as she ground her hips up against him, making sure he got every single inch of her ass on his pretty features! It was intoxicating, but it was also suffocating, and now he was growing shorter and shorter on air, only pushing at The Morrigan's hips every so often to try and get her off! Fortunately for him however, he wouldn't be under her for too much longer, as she opted to eventually stand up and get off of him, his face getting pulled along for a second before suddenly popping free from her cheeks to land in the corner!

He gasped for air now that he could finally get it, and was so busy doing so that when The Morrigan turned and grabbed hold of his legs, he offered no resistance, not even trying to grab the ropes to the sides of him! He was quickly whisked out to the center of the ring, and as he lay there, The Morrigan would step over him, and drop down, landing ass first on his groin! Putting her rear to work again, this time in an even more sensual fashion!

"Uuugh! Nnnnngh..." Angel let out a long, low moan as Morrigan landed on him, but as she began to grind her hips back and forth, along the length of his now very hard cock, his groans became far more sexually charged! The Morrigan made no attempts to hide her intent, and as she continued to grind on him, it was becoming clear that Angel would need to do something, and quick! Although, what he decided on...

"I... nnngh! I think I... oh come here!" Angel moaned, before suddenly reaching up and getting a rough grip on The Morrigan's top, before pulling on it to yank her down atop him, forcing her to lay on him fully! And when she did, he was there to meet her, suddenly leaning up and hungrily planting his lips on her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he began to kiss her. A hungry, sloppy french kiss! Jamie smirked as he watched Angel buck his hips up against hers and liplock her, knowing that when he was worked up like this, it was both perhaps a weakness, but also, that he sure wasn't going to let The Morrigan be the one to completely control the pace! Perhaps giving her more than she might have been ready for...