Gold Ace vs Sha'ree Fleming: The Ace meets The Dancer

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Ace didn't even noticed the blush on his opponents face as she attempted to sweet talk him, but the effects of her actions were obvious, as his body started to shudder and shake with pleasure, his moans and panting reaching a higher pitch, slowly getting higher as he gained back more and more of his air, his cock leaking more pre-cum with each thrust and hump of her thigh, the teens body feeling hot and heavy as his pleasure and orgasm built.

He tried dragging himself closer to the ropes, and for a moment, that was working, though it wasn't easy, dragging two bodies across the ring, until Sha'ree put a stop to it by hugging him around his waist, her breasts pressing against his chest, the extra weight and pressure stopping the blonde fighter in his tracks, causing his eyes to widen as he realized he was trapped, unable to counter, escape or move as Sha'ree continued to rub and thrust against him, his panting now reaching its peak as he grabbed at his blonde hair, trying so hard to fight the pleasure he was feeling, and losing ground every second!

"Ahhh...mmm...Fuck...fuck...S-stop, please stop! I-I can't...can't hold on...I'm...I'm gonna---Cumming!"

He cried, writhing, hips humping up into her thigh as the pleasure finally overwhelmed him, the femboy teen letting out a high pitched cry as he finally came, his thin body shuddering as he shot his load, Sha'ree no doubt able to feel how soaked his leotard became as he fired spurt after spurt, much to the crowds roaring approval!

It felt amazing. It was heaven, the long drawn out build up making his orgasm ever more powerful, and when it was over, Ace lay on the mat, tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting and sweating, softly moaning Sha'ree's name, both cock and spirit temporarily drained from the experience, left completely wide open as the fog of lust and post-orgasm euphoria clouded his mind!

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Sha'ree hadn't known how she would react if she did manage to make him cum during the match. She tried not to think about it. But it didn't prove as difficult to wrap her head around it as she had initially imagined. She remained in so much of a fight to keep him in place - and enough fatigue had set in - that she just felt like
a bystander watching him slowly lose every ounce of composure that he had left. Perhaps a small part of her felt some pride that she had the strength and focus to bring someone to this point, but it stayed tucked in the far recesses, behind the part that wanted to win and avoid outright embarrassment.

She could not, however, remain a bystander when he started humping her thigh, and... a pop ensued. A handful of pops, even. Shay found herself somewhere between indifferent, relieved, and... satisfied? She stifled that last one, and once she felt him come to calm against her leg, she released him to sit up on her knees. She had long since lost any connection to the dignified dancer who had entered the ring and stared down at him with frazzled hair and her chest heaving. And even after all that, she still hadn't won. She had to finish him off.

He looked ripe for the picking, but her body was tired - her legs especially. In fact, they threatened a cramp. But her desire to bring this to an end sooner rather than later motivated her, and she scrambled her way over to him, throwing her frame on top of his in much the same position she had just been. This time, however, she tucked her thighs as close to his sides as she could in a partial bodyscissor and grabbed at his head, trying to tuck it under her arm and pull him into a front headlock. "There, you had fun, now... just tap, okay?"

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It was funny really. There hadn't been that much actual combat between the two in this match so far. In fact...Ace was pretty sure he hadn't actually hit a single offensive move yet on the nubile dancer, yet he was already panting, sweating, and felt exhaustion creeping on him, the sheer power of her thighs crushing the air out of him and his desperate, but ultimately futile, attempts to avoid orgasm had taken a lot of energy out of the rookie teenager.

That being said, for whatever it might have been worth...that was one incredible orgasm, and Ace was grateful he was wearing black, so the audience couldn't see the large wet spot from his orgasm on his leotard.

He wasn't finished already, was he? He couldn't be. This wasn't his first hentai match, and he came more than once in that one and still one...granted, it hadn't been as good or as drawn out as this one was...but still...he could come back from this! He wasn't going to let himself be finished off so easily!

He just...needed a moment. Needed to catch his breath, needed to get the lovely maiden AWAY from him so he could actually recover...

But of course, Sha'ree wasn't willing to give him that time, and while he was still too out of it to properly fight back, pressing those thighs against his body again, though not as tightly as before, and hooked his head in a headlock. It wasn't as tightly applied as it could have been, nor did she squeeze as hard as she could have, but given his current condition, she didn't really need too, instead encouraging him to tap out.

As if he would. He wasn't going to be jobbed out so easily!

But this was still a bad position. He needed to escape somehow, or she WOULD force him to tap out or pass out if she applied more strength to her hold. There had to be something, something he could do, even in this state, that could distract Sha'ree and get her off of him...

"I'll...submit if...you give me...another orgasm first..."

He said, not really serious, but hoping the dialogue would be distracting as he tried to plan.

Huh...she freaked out at him licking her foot...and seemed...pretty iffy about the whole hentai situation to begin with really...maybe he could use that? His hands reached out, seeing what he could feel. There were her sides, he could throw some punches...but that would make her tighten up her choke on him, not ideal...same for pulling her hair...no point hitting her in the back...his hands felt around more, trailing around her body, when one hand got a grip of something soft...firm...booty. That was definitely her butt...and just like that, inspiration flashed in his young mind.

Oh man...this was either going to work...or she was going to kill him. There was probably no inbetween.

His hands felt around her butt, no doubt to her displeasure, until he found the hem of her waistband...and, praying this would work and he wasn't about to send himself to one of the most one sided defeats of his career, he slipped his finger into her slim bottoms, slid it down her butt cheek until he found his goal...and popped his finger into her butt!

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He didn't appear to care what she had said, and Shay didn't think she liked the idea of taking it easy on him. Her arms might have lacked the meat and strength of her dancer's legs, but she had practiced her submissions enough to believe she could latch her arm around his head tightly enough to make him want to tap. She might have a chance to knock him out if she hadn't worried her fatigue might stop her. As he delayed, even joked that she needed to make him cum again, she shuffled his head under her arm and made sure he could feel her forearm on the front of his throat. "Come on! I've got you. I'm not going to take it easy."

And she doubled down on that warning when she felt his hands brush her bare sides. Ticklish, even that unexpected contact made her shiver, and she gripped his neck a little tighter. He didn't listen, and as his hands continued to explore her curvy figure, the dancer figured she would have to do this the hard way. It somehow struck her as... odd, given what had just happened, but she had known coming into this career that she couldn't afford to be soft. Just as his hands slipped over the no-fly-zone - her butt - she latched onto him as tightly as her tired body would allow, hoping to take him out quickly so she wouldn't injure his neck.

But he passed right into the Bermuda Triangle, no warnings nor questions asked. Shay hadn't been involved in a single butt-related activity in her life outside of sitting on a guy's face once because he asked. Even then, she had been tense and shy the whole time. Rayna had also joked with her once with a buttplug. Sticking that thing in her rear she imagined would feel exactly like what she experienced from the one finger.

She squealed, went cross-eyed, froze up. The way she instantaneously thrust her body at the sensation ensured his probing finger slipped right back out, but the damage had been done. She rolled over onto her stomach like the finger had tased her right in the butt and knocked her out.

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For a moment, a couple of moments, Gold Ace was absolutely certain that he had made a terrible mistake and was about to be choked out, as his attempts to reach over to Sha'ree's butt were met with her increasing the tightness of her choke, sealing his airway more and more with each passing second, until he was again wheezing and starting to see spots swimming in his vision.

But, somehow, blind, he found her booty and initiated his finger strike, and by sheer luck, his barely-developing hentai instincts proved correct, and the attack completely froze her up, and she rolled over off of him, her grip on his head and body leaving him wheezing and panting on the mat, chest heaving rapidly as he was finally freed of those punishing legs, the crowd letting out catalls, whistles, yells of support for either side as both fighters went down.

Gold Ace only stayed down for a few moments, just long enough to get a couple breaths into him, and then the boy rolled away towards the ropes, desperate to get away from Sha'ree before she could recover and get on top of him again, and in a comical moment, he rolled and rolled until there was no more ring to roll in, rolling right off of the apron, and hitting the padded floor outside of the ring, to the laughs of the crowd. To Ace though, it was a blessing, a strategic retreat, a chance to rest and recover his breath and energy before he could continue.

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It didn't hurt, but Shay didn't think that would matter. Having never taken the deep dive into anything related to butts and penetration, though - and she did consider it a deep dive - it had pushed a button she had not trained herself to have pushed, least of all in the middle of grappling. She lay on her stomach, left with a sensation as if the finger remained in there, stunned all over, and wishing her front window hadn't twitched in curious reaction to the new sensation. One thing was for sure - she was not going to let him get away with that again.

Oh, shoot. Where was he and what was he doing? Popping up from her dazed state, she whirled her head all around. She... couldn't find him. And the crowd was laughing? The redness returned with a vengeance, and the dancer gingerly sat up and pulled her bottoms down fully over her ass again, yanking them a few extra inches over her cheeks to make sure he didn't have such ready access a second time. She was briefly petrified to think that everyone had taken to laughing at her expense, but she realized that most of the amused ones were not looking her way. A glance at Rayna and Adel, who were both pointing toward the outside of the ring, told her Ace was down there.

Okay, all was well. A poking finger was not anything that should throw her off enough to end a match. She pushed herself off the floor, some of the fatigue sloughing off of her, and she made her way over to the side of the ring her girls had indicated. Sure enough, there lay Ace below, in the middle of his own recovery. Shay knew just what to do. Hoping he hadn't seen her yet, she retreated with soft steps, lining herself up, before darting for the ropes, sliding beneath the bottom rope once she reached them, and trying to propel out of the ring feet-first onto his body.

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Oh god. Sweet air. Sweet, delicious, beautiful air. It didn't take long, just a few gulps of fresh air, and the haze over young Ace began lifting. Luckily, youth was on his side, allowing him a relatively quick recovery as he started to push himself up. What had he learned so far in this match?

Well for one, Sha'ree was hot and seemed...un-nerved by hentai and such tactics. Advantage, Ace

She also had WAY stronger legs than him and could use them to crush him if he got caught again. Advantage: Sha'ree

Buuuut...she hadn't made any real attempt to grapple with him yet...and her hold, while it DID get tighter...was still a little...rushed and sloppy. Technical advantage...his? Maybe he could use that.

Suddenly Ace's ears perked up, hearing footsteps approaching on the mat, the tell-tall sound of a wrestler taking a run up, which meant...SHIT!

HIDE!

With no other option, given how exposed he was, Gold Ace did the only thing he could do to avoid an attack at the moment...and rolled underneath the ring, trying to crawl away to one of the other sides of the ring before he could be found!

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He had heard her. Shay almost abandoned her onslaught when she realized it, but to make it through this match, she knew that confidence mattered. She was a gymnast, fleet of foot, athletic, and she might still catch him before he could dodge her. He did look somewhat like a deer in the headlights as she dropped into a slide, used the bottom rope to propel herself, and threw her feet out... to catch nothing but air. Her bare feet landed hard on the floor outside, though it was hardly the stuff of injury for an experienced gymnast, but she could not figure out how he had dodged her as she stumbled forward.

She whirled left. Nothing. Whirled right. Nothing. Checked the far sides of the ring. Nothing. Completely perplexed, Shay thought she should start checking for a trap door before seeing the ring apron shift. Rayna and Adel's second bout of frantic pointing confirmed her suspicions. The dancer could only stare at the apron, expecting him to emerge again. When he didn't, she... realized she had no idea what happened when an opponent disappeared under the ring. She looked up at the ref hanging over the ropes, just as confused as she was, and they ultimately ended up shrugging at each other. Helpful.

"Chase him!"

Shay looked at Rayna as if she had proposed genocide and shook her head vehemently. She wasn't going to go under there with him and... get another finger stuck up her butt. The ref had started counting, too, and without knowing what to do, Shay wandered her way back to the ring and slipped inside so the count wouldn't include her anymore. She slowly inched her way to the middle of the ring, trying to catch wherever he emerged from - this strange, strange man she had to fondle in the ring.

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Gold Ace...wasn't really sure what to do next. This was...certainly an unorthodox tactic, to say the least, and not one that had actually come up in his training. It was silly really, perhaps even a bit cowardly of him to do so...but it also kept him from getting dropkicked, so that was something.

Then the referee started counting. Damn it. He had cum too, so unlike Sha'ree, he COULD lose by count out. He couldn't stay down here long. As the count dragged on, he racked his brain, trying to come up with the best idea he could...and as it got closer and closer to ten, he shook his blonde head, frustrated, then went with the best idea he had on his mind, slowly crawling out from under the ring on the other side of where he had crossed, getting on his knees and taking a look, not over the ring, but at the titantron at the top of the entrance ramp. It showed the main camera feed during matches, and from that, he could see that Sha'ree was in the center of the ring...with her back to the tron itself!

Advantage...Gold Ace.

Quickly he moved around the ring in the few seconds he had left, using the tron to adjust his position relative to Sha'ree's own so he stayed behind her, then crawled up onto the ring apron, grabbing the ropes just as the count reached "9!" With only a second left before he was defeated by count out, Gold Ace leaped up onto the top rope in one swift leap, and sprang off of it!

"LOOKING FOR ME!?"

He yelled, hoping he sounded cool, as he flew through the air, turning his body to try and crash it into Sha'rees with a cross body block!

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Did he... plan to lose by countout? The count wore on, and Shay still didn't see him. Rayna and Adel didn't either, judging by how confused the two of them looked as they paced near the announce table. Shay didn't know if she should be happy that she had accomplished something in the match or if she should be upset that her first match could potentially end in such a way. Ultimately, Ace left her without any control over the matter - she definitely didn't intend to chase him into the abyss under the ring no matter what the circumstances - so she waited, letting her muscles rejuvenate from all the squeezing.

At nine, she almost figured she had her answer. He had disappeared, never to be found again. Or so she thought right up until she heard Rayna and Adel break out into cries. She whirled to them, caught wind of where they pointed, whirled, heard him. By that point, he had already taken to the air, and Shay could only attempt to throw her hands up to protect herself. He slammed into her before she could. "Agh!" She dropped like a heap and sprawled with him on top of her, stunned as she gazed into the lights above. She should have expected this, shouldn't she?