"Welcome to the Jungle": The Midnight Panther's First Spar, feat. Angelica Lazarescu

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Angelica's soft body heaved underneath him as he landed, his aim PERFECT! He watched her eyes loll back in her head as she gasped for air; if Austin were a betting man, he would guess she was DEFINITELY seeing stars now. Still, Austin was cautious--it wouldn't be the first time his prey has played dead to ambush him.

One more move oughta keep her out of the fight long enough that I can get to work on winning this match, he thought. Hell, an attack big enough might let me score a full point on her before she recovers! But what to do? ....OH, I know!

An idea struck Austin. Angelica was still lying on the mat, gasping for air and watching her world spin, and there was one perfect move to exacerbate Angelica's situation...

Austin grabbed Angelica by her raven hair and pulled her back up to her feet. He delivered a swift kick to Angelica's gut to double her over, then pulled her head between his thighs. Reaching down around her waist, he then lifted her and flipped her up to where she was sitting on his shoulders, before dropping to his ass and slamming her back down onto the mat with her legs over his shoulders:

A sit-out powerbomb, free of charge!

With Angelica practically in missionary position, Austin got to work. Lifting Angelica's waist a little, he pulled her tight leather shorts down--up?--her legs until he slid them past her feet, and tossed them aside. He pulled his own waistband down next, just enough to free his manhood, then spit on his hand and lubed himself.

"You probably thought I'd be an easy win today, Angelica," Austin grinned. "Seems you thought wrong!" He wasn't sure she heard it through her post-slam dizziness, but he didn't care. He finally put his hands on her thighs, then pulled her body towards his own, plunging his shaft inside Angelica. Her body felt great wrapped around his erection, so much so he had to stifle a moan of his own from escaping. He then placed his legs over her arms to pin them on the mat, then began thrusting inside her, adopting a slow but powerful rhythm to his strokes as he did so.

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The self-proclaimed Antichrist stole a few breaths as Austin got onto his feet, gave her head a shake, and turned her body to begin pushing herself off the mat. The expected hand came to grab a fistful of her hair. She had to do something.

Double-leg takedown. As soon as she's got one foot on the mat, she's going to...

...Drop back onto her knees.

La naiba cu voi, picioare!

The second pull had a lot more behind it, bringing her up far too quickly for a second attempt, but not so high that she could come up with something else. She stumbled when she landed on her feet, her legs still stabilizing. This is going to suck.

A boot to the gut forced out a good portion of the oxygen she just took back in, doubling her over. She knew what was coming the moment his arms went around her waist.

La naiba!

Up she went. Right up to the top of his six foot one frame. Then down into the mat with force, and that's when she started seeing even more of those stars. Her brain could barely register what was happening. Maybe she was being moved? For what, she didn't know. But that was probably going to suck too. And then she started feeling a draft between her legs. Strange.

And then she heard him speak, then it came back to her. She's in a match. No, not an official one.

Oh shit, he's on top! And he wasn't wasting any time. She didn't know how long she was out of it, but it was long enough for him to take off her shorts and whip it out. And there would be no ceremony about it. No touching. No foreplay. No care. Not even a kiss! Aside from some spit that was going to do fuck all -- yeah, he's just going in dry.

Angelica winced as he pushed his way in, biting back a grunt from the pain. Maybe she'd been spoiled by her initial Hentai experiences. Was this something she should expect against a man?

Either way...at least he was going slow. With deep, powerful strokes, her legs up over his shoulders so he could take it as far as he could.

Is that...?

Yep, those are his balls slapping against her.

With some proper build up, she would've loved being taken like this. But at the same time, she wasn't hating it. In a way...it was kind of hot. This was something you'd see in her fantasies. The earlier stuff her dark mind dreamed up after reading a few too many erotic stories based around the concept of a big, strong man or a demon -- a villain -- grabbing a little thing like her, tearing off her clothes, and taking what he wants.

It should've been disgusting to her, and it was. But...there was something hot about it. Something that she just couldn't explain. Something primal, hardwired. She'd fantasize about being in a position just like this one. And that was why she was feeling heat in her core, building with every thrust despite the complete selfishness this man just showed. But instead of moans, he'd receive a taunt.

"That's it? This is how you fuck? No wonder you're alone!"

Probably not the smartest move, but she couldn't help herself. She had to give him some shit over this.

Romanian to English Translation

"La naiba cu voi, picioare!" -- "Damn you, legs!"

"La naiba" -- "Shit!" (loose translation)

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Angelica felt...wonderful. Incredible. Perfect. It won't be long til I get Point Number One, Austin thought as he thrusted inside his opponent. He was a veteran of matches like this, albeit outside LAW, so he had built up some...resilience to finishing too quickly. In this fight, it worked against him since whoever was faster was the winner, but still--Angelica's body was helping to speed things along.

And that was when she taunted him. Be careful what you wish for, Angie! Austin thought with a grin.

Austin repositioned himself so that Angelica's legs were still over his shoulders, but where he was now kneeling after taking his legs off Angelica's arms. He then leaned forward--over Angelica--until he could stare straight down at her face below, folding her in half completely.

Then, he began slamming his hips into her ass, ramming his cock deep inside the Romanian bombshell's pussy. FWAP, FWAP, FWAP, FWAP--it wasn't about her pleasure, it was about his.

It was about winning.

"You talk too much," Austin retorted. To forestall any response, he then let his face fall to Angelica's and planted his lips on hers, before then plunging his tongue in her mouth to keep it occupied. She tasted as good as she looked, too, and Austin let his tongue explore her mouth thoroughly before continuing on towards Angelica's throat, trying to choke her as he plowed her with a mating press.

[DSX93]

The gym filled with the sounds of slapping flesh. His pleasured grunts, and groans from her that were growing farther apart as she adjusted to him. His manhood was filling, but thankfully, not overbearing. After a point, she felt like she could even take a little more. And he must've read her mind: The moment that thought crossed it, he repositioned. Onto his knees, to go even deeper. All the way down to the hilt now, each and every time he slammed it into her.

"La dracu!" Angelica swore, glaring at him with fangs bared. Though with her ample breasts bouncing in her top, he might not even notice.

Austin went at his own pace, like a goddamned caveman.

...

This works. This man is a consummate professional wrestler. Focused on the goal. No detours. Nothing extra. Even that kiss felt strategic. Like it was something he did just to shut her up, pushing her further into the role of "masturbatory tool". Her problem was that she had the habit of getting too deep into the sex too quickly. That hazy fog was still present and growing thicker, but it wasn't overtaking her. She could focus.

He's not getting his that easily.

With her arms free, she moved her hands to her hips, guiding him rather than resisting him. She closed her eyes, moaned into his mouth like a whore in heat. She put those acting skills to use, and hers were superior to the majority. Honed by years of producing home movies, projects in school theatres, and instruction from professional coaches. She was born to perform.

Angelica would wait for the right moment, then push, making her move at the same time: Wrapping her thighs around his head, hands above her own on the floor pushing her shoulders off of it, then she'd roll backwards, hopefully bringing him with her.

Translation

"La dracu!" -- "Fuck!" (Loose translation)

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

...Is she calling me a dragon? I know I'm winning pretty early into this match, but I don't think I'm THAT fierce. Does she actually suck at wrestling or something?

Angelica's statement surprised Austin a little bit; he was slamming inside Angelica by now, railing her like a sextoy, and she didn't seem to be trying to escape at all. If he didn't know any better, he would even say the Romanian she-devil was...enjoying the experience.

Kinda weird, thought Austin as he continued thrusting, but not the first time it's happened. Some girls in the indies were only there because they enjoyed being manhandled. It makes sense one or two would be in LAW, too, but I thought they would at least fight back better than this. If you get squashed every match, the crowd will figure out your game pretty quick and get tired of watching the same outcome over and over. Maybe she's just indulging her losing-fetish so blatantly since it's a private match and nobody's watching? Oh well, I guess I can oblige her!

He felt Angelica's hands grasp his hips and guide him deeper inside her womb, seemingly confirming Austin's theory in his own mind. He was getting close now, he could feel it. Just a little more, and the first point is mi--OH FUCK!

Austin's thoughts were interrupted as Angelica suddenly rolled her hips up just as he pulled back to thrust again. His erection slid out of her, and within a split second Austin felt her thighs wrap around his head. The world spun--which direction, Austin couldn't tell--until finally he felt his back slam on the mat. He realized in shock that Angelica was now sitting on his face, with his head still locked between her thighs. What could only be a combo of his own precum and Angelica's juices smeared his face.

Fuck! he thought, then, panicking, tried to throw a kick up at Angelica as she sat on him.

[DSX93]

Would Emilia, if she were asked, call it a "losing fetish", if she were asked, with a guarantee that the fact that she's actually a professional wrestler would stay secret? It would be a fair question. She knows her submissive tendencies very well: She loves being manhandled. Having a hand around her neck, or pulling at her hair. Having her body manipulated into whatever position (or even better, positions) her dominator considers best for whatever "ill" purposes they have in mind, being rendered powerless to resist.

But an outright losing fetish? Maybe against the right opponent...

Her ploy was a success. A rather unconventional move, but she expects that to bring her success in the ring, especially once she's climbed over this hurdle: She's already good as she is, just with what she's been taught. But taking a few steps outside that box, getting a little zany, maybe even a lot? Hey, if it worked for the Malkavians...

Angelica didn't get too comfortable right away. After all, the man had already surprised her once with his speed and agility. Maybe he was flexible too, like Black Severin. Maybe he was able to-

Yeah, he was able to to get his leg up. His booted foot was aimed straight for her head, but she was able to tag the air in to take the hit for her, and bring an arm up to hook around his ankle. With accompanying clicks of the tongue, Angelica wagged her finger in his face.

With his freshness kept in the forefront of her mind, she made her next move quickly and with no wasted motions: To his side, then she came down onto her back, one leg in her control via repositioned hook of his ankle underneath an arm, his other leg captured between her thighs. Both of his would be stretched out like a wishbone. And indeed, that was exactly what she was going for, ala one of her favorite wrestlers. Another expert technical wrestler who went by the name of Sinthia Lovelace. Sometimes Karna.

This move, the

was one of those moves that spelt the end of the a match with the Zenith of Pain. And sometimes it would even see use in her sessions, presenting her clients with a next-level cocktail of pain of pleasure.

With an evil smirk, her free hand would take a firm grip of his manhood. And with it already nicely lubed up with her juices and his precum, the strokes were easy. Starting off with a quickened pace already, steadily picking up speed with each passing second, continuing from where he'd left off inside of her.

"Roar for me, Austin!"

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Oh fu--

That was all Austin could think when Angelica caught his foot before she twisted sideways and flopped down on the mat perpendicular to his own body. Even by his own standards, Angelica was fast, and before he could do anything to counter, he found himself on his back with his legs spread wide open and his manhood being expertly worked. It was painful, and not a little emasculating.

"GAAGGHH...FUCK!" Austin growled, gripping the mat with both hands to try to resist Angelica's onslaught. He had done most of the work himself, which made it all the more humiliating. I ALMOST had her....I ALMOST finished! Austin's hands were still free to attack Angelica when they weren't gripping the mat, but every time he tried, the hauntingly gorgeous blonde merely contorted her body ever so slightly to increase the split in Austin's legs, shooting pain through his body and stopping his movements cold.

"Roar for me, Austin," he heard Angelica purr, mocking him. Looking down, he found Angelica staring straight back at him with her bright red eyes, her hand never relenting from his now well-lubed shaft. Austin gritted his teeth, trying to mentally resist the irresistible, but otherwise could do nothing except maintain the eye contact.

"Fuck...you...I'm...not gonna..." Angelica's eyes bored into him, and her smirk never faded; Austin was out of options, and Angelic knew it.

"HUUURRRRGHHAAAAGGHH....AGH...AGH....HAaaaaghh...." Austin came, throwing his head backwards to the mat and shooting skyward even as Angelica continued stroking his cock. His body twitched a little with each bit of seed, accompanied by half-grunt/half-moans from the pain, the pleasure, and the humiliation. Thank God nobody's here to see this, thought Austin as he felt the warm cum settle on his waist just above his now-limp cock.

He glanced down at Angelica. "That smirk's starting to piss me off..." he growled, still catching his breath. He wanted nothing more than to break free of Angelica's hold and fuck the hell out of her for some sweet, sweet revenge. But first, he had to escape, and Angelica kept a tight grip on his body...

[DSX93]

There's a real rush in moments like these. Bringing down somebody like this big, strong man who'd normally toss somebody her size around like a ragdoll down with technique combined with a combination of technique and a well-placed application of brainpower. The process was like seasoning and sauce on the meat, resulting in some fine dining for her sadistic side when the growls and profanities started coming out.

And the ease in controlling the brute force! Every single time his muscular arm came up, to rain either a fist or an elbow on her face, she'd torque the hold just liiitle bit harder, pushing him past the limits of his flexibility, and his stressed nerves would handle the rest. Pain compliance is a hell of a thing.

They locked eyes as it settled in. She had him. And he knew she had him, but his pride wouldn't let him give it up, even if only morally.

"Fuck...you...I'm...not gonna..."

"Yes, you are. Because you don't have a choice. And because you've already had a good, long taste of me, and now I'm in your head." Maybe that was true of him already, but if it wasn't, she intended to talk him into the headspace. "You feel my hand now, and it's not enough for you, is it?" Her red eyes burned into his in turn, challenging him to deny it. Really deny it. "It's like starting with crack and switching over to weed; it's not enough, and it's driving you insane. Tell me I'm wrong!"

And then...

And then he obliged her original demand, and did her one better with his eruption. It shot right up into the sky. And she swore that some of it landed on him, but she couldn't see it from her current position. More of it leaked down to coat her hand, which slowed -- despite what the moniker of "Antichrist" would suggest, she wasn't evil -- but it didn't stop. It was Onslaught rules that they were wrestling under.

He got a beat...

"Just as I thought."

...In a manner of speaking. But no break.

The sheer amount of control she had right now was like a few good hits of weed. It had her giggling.

"These Onslaught rules were your idea, so I know you've got another one for me, boy. Let's have it!"

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin's breathing went ragged as Angelica continued stroking post-climax, his hips squirming and slightly bucking as the Romanian blonde's soft grip never let go from his still-sensitive cock. "Grrrraagghh..." he groaned, trying to ignore what Angelica was doing to him so he could focus on finding a way free but failing as any and all good ideas eluded him.

She was difficult to ignore for many reasons, too. Her piercing red eyes drilled into his mind every time he looked at her face; she was focused and determined, expertly working to bring his cock back to an erection. Austin had a thin layer of sweat now that reflected the ceiling lights; meanwhile Angelica, with the exception of Austin's cum oozing down her hand and the hardened face she made every time Austin flexed his legs to try to break free, looked as if she hadn't even been trying thus far. Sure, her hair was tussled from Austin's earlier successes, but she seemed otherwise fresh still.

And, she had turned Austin into an emasculated mess right there in the ring. Austin could not thank God enough that there were no witnesses present; if people saw this, Austin worried no one would respect him in the ring again. The only consolation prize was that his opponent had not yet removed his briefs--he had pulled his own cock out of his waistband to fuck her earlier, after all, and she had not needed to remove anything more to get at him in this hold--and left him stark naked. It was a small bit of dignity after being helplessly played with.

He felt like...prey. THAT wasn't right...

FUCK, what am I doing?! he screamed at himself internally. Positive thoughts, Austin. This match isn't over yet, we just gotta find a way out and then we can still win this thing! Even as he told himself that, Austin could feel the blood to his manhood as Angelica's soft, unstoppable massaging coaxed it back to life. It was now or never to break out.

At that moment, Austin realized Angelica was only holding his leg near her head with a single arm. Previously, he had tried to bring his legs together--moving the leg in question away from her head--in an effort to break out, but had only met in failure. I bet she's not expecting the opposite, though...

Austin again tried to squeeze his legs back together, moving the one leg away from Angelica's head until he again felt the resistance from her arm holding it in place. Then, he tried to shoot the leg back at the blonde woman's head, hoping Angelica's own pulling would accidentally help give his leg momentum to where she would not be able to stop it from striking her and stunning her long enough for Austin to break free...

[DSX93]

As fun as it was to dominate this man, there would be this feeling of disappointment that would settle in further the longer he remained trapped in the hold. Maybe she wouldn't have minded if this were a proper match in the arena or wherever else LAW would have them, but the purpose of this contest was to help each other improve.

The struggle that was apparent in Austin's expression told her that she'd likely helped him figure out a weakness of his, at least. But Emilia had been hoping for more.

He tried to bring his legs together again. Uh-uh. They've just been down that road, and whatever those muscles had in reserve wouldn't be enough to help him here. Or so she thought. But whether that was true or not, that wasn't the most important matter to worry about in that moment: He'd figured out a way to switch things up.

He resisted, she pulled him back into place. And he leaned his weight into the right side this time when he did it, turning simple control on her side into an attack on his, sending the knee on that tree trunk he calls a leg into her face. She wouldn't realize that she'd let him go until a few seconds after she'd raised her hands to cover her nose, to try to determine if he'd broken it. No such misfortune, but now...