Leo Fandero vs. Hitomi Hana

"Ya wouldn't love me any other way.." Leo said down to her with an amused smile on his face. He punctuated his statement by giving her breast a firm squeeze, wiggling his hand back and forth a little so that her little nipple drew an inch long line left and right repeatedly against the cener of his palm as it poked through the white soft material of her top.

Down below and somewhat unseen to Hitomi, Leo's errection was pressing further and further out against the front of his black skin tight leggings as he tensed and forced his biceps to bulge out into her cheek bone, grinding the other side of her face into his hot torso.

Scoot fowards a bit on his knees, he opened his legs up and made a point of pressing his bulge into the middle of her back, the head of his cock rubbing up against her spine as he moved his thighs either side of her waist and wrapped his legs around her front so that his ankles tucked inbeetween Hitomi's thighs, resting against her crotch. Leaning backwards, he allowed himself to slowly decend into a laying position onthe mat. His arm still hooked around Hitomi's head and neck, while his legs squeeze at her midsection, intimately pressing her back against his member all the while

....crap, he was right.

Hitomit wasn’t sure where her attraction to the more brusque types came from. Probably all the American rock and roll bands she used to loop on her phone in cram school. She had a lot of dumb infuences back then now that she thought about it. Never thought they’d come back to bite her in this way though.

She did her best to adjust to the hold, feeling for comfortable spots and not entirely hating the feeling Leo’s well-sculpted body against pressing against her own. Soon enough, that wasn’t all that was pressing against her. When something suddenly poked her on the small of her back, it only took about two seconds for her to guess exactly what it was. His bulging eagerness drew a sudden gasp, then a devious grin across her flushed cheeks. Guess she wasn’t the only one ready to take advantage of tonight’s special rules.

To do that, though, she had to get out of this hold. And she had one idea of how to make that happen.

Hitomi brought her hands away from the arm around her neck and spread her arms wide, surrendering as much of her weight to gravity's pull as she could. At the same time, she bridged her back and pressed the Spaniard further into the canvas, trying to make his shoulders meet the floor and get a pin count going before this space got any tighter.

Leo was getting more and more aroused as the body contact went on... he wasn't quite sure what it was exactly, but something about her rookie status, along with her semi suggestive ways and very cute looks really seemed to get him going... At least for now, the Spanish Ladiesman was almost forgetting that he was in a match with her here and instead just focusing in the way their bodies were entangled in such an erotic way.

As he kept her head locked down under his arm, his crotch rubbing up against her back with his thighs around her waist, Hitomi slowly used her feet to arch her body and force him to roll over onto his back with her on top... His cock ground down against her spine through his lycra shorts as they moved, the back of his head and shoulders going down against the mat as the ref slid down into position to start a count on the sneak pin Hitomi had caught him out in

"One!"

Hitomi really just wanted out of this hold. The pinfall was a little obvious, but it would work since it essentially left her opponent with two options. After the first count, she could kick her legs out once he let go and...

Hm. He didn’t react to that.

Hitomi was under no illusions of how far this pin attempt would go. Leo had been at this longer, likely seen more tricks than she did and could figure out what she was trying to do. But he seemed distracted by something...something that was pushing a bit more eagerly into her back. She didn’t quite expect to win this way, but if there really was an opening here, then maybe...

Hitomi let a bemused hum slip from her lips. Her back flattened more against him, craving as much contact with his member as she could ask for as she ground up and down against it, using the warm stimulation further against him. She pressed her palms flat against the floor as she did so, dedicating as much of her weight as she could to both the act and the pin count. “Uh ohhhh~.”

“TWO!”

Leo almost didn't noticed that the rookie had sneakily caught him in a pinning predicament... it was only as the ref sent vibration rolling out through the canvas from her hand slapping down a second time and the warning count of "Two!" that alarm bells started to ring in Leo head.

Gasping in, Leo had to pull his feet out almost reluctantly from the snug little position in between Hitomi's thighs... His heels gently and briefly rubbing against her skin tight black hot pant covered crotch in a suggestive manner as he moved his legs out.. With a grunt from his lips close to the side of her neck, Leo bucked the lower half of his body up in a kick out. His bulge doing wonderful things against Hitomi as his crotch slide up her back and the head of his member under his shorts seemed to clip against a couple of segments of her spine in quick succession.

The ref's hand stopped short inches away from a three count that would have been a rather embarassing, what with Leo being focused on all the wrong things that he should have been in a match...

"mmmh... You're one sneaky lil' vixen ain'tcha..?" Leo breathed, mimicing kinda what she had said just a few moments before... his legs were no longer around her waist and he'd been had to let go of the dragon sleeper in order to kick out in time. He tried to reach his arm out to clasp her craddle her cheek back against his chest, trying to make the best of a bad situation and keep her under control while he collected himself

Hitomi wasn’t even all that sure how much she wanted this pin, to be honest. She would have won the match, gotten a clean victory for her record over a champion of all people. That alone would secured her stay here at AFW for a good long while.

Good for the career. Not so much for the fans.

Don’t get her wrong. She was definitely planning on winning tonight, but she hadn’t gotten to even a single item on her agenda for tonight. Beating Leo on the back of surprise and a pair of crossed fingers was probably the lamest way this could have gone. She talked a big game leading up to tonight. Dozens of tweets, maybe hundreds, at least ten photos for the Gram backstage. Part of her really wanted this to work, but another part of her really didn't.

Thankfully, it seemed like Leo managed to keep it in his pants for half a second long enough to realize what was happening. He let Hitomi go and kicked out, giving her a second to roll over and take a few breaths. That was all she was getting though before a hand sneaked over to the back of her head and attempted to pull he right back up against that supple, firm chest. She was starting to feel just enough of Leo’s body to get a little sick of it.

“You’ve got no idea.” With only a few inches between her head and Leo’s pecs, the pettie brawler cocked her fist back and shot it up straight up, brushing her knuckles past her nose and in front of her eyes as they flew skyward, looking to collide with Leo’s chin and send him flat on his back. If Hitomi were allowed that, she’d quickly mount his midsection to keep this bucking bronco steady.

Leo was able to cup Hitomi's head back to his bot bare pecks, ginning as he felt her cheek and the corner of her lips touching his skin.. Despite the momentary blip in allowing her to get the sneak pin attempt on him, he felt like he could still get back to what he liked doing best of the brunette... But just then, the Spaniard lustful thoughts were shattered as Hitomi's fist collides right with the underside of Leo's jaw line and the bottom of his chin.

"NGH!!" Leo lets out, his teeth coming tightly together as his head whips backwards with a flash of his long brown hair from Hitomi's firm shot. Stunned the ladies man staggered backwards, only just able to keep his footing instead of going down to the mat like his opponent had hoped. Instead Leo drunkenly fell back against the ropes, his arms thrown out around the top of the third rungs to keep his weight up as he shook his head and tried to figure out where that blow had just come from

Hey, that worked! Go her!

It was a bit of a shock for some people in the audience, seeing the noticeably larger and cut man between them getting thrown back in a stumbling wreck with the kind of power that had no right being a body that small and petite. A quick round of hoops and scattered cheers rang out alongside the impact. Hitomi smirked as she stood up and dusted her knuckle off with a few flicks of her wrist, bouncing on the spot as she watched Leo continue his tumble until he was left helpless on the ropes.

Warm-up was over.

Hitomi didn't waste a beat on the follow up. With an impressive burst of speed, the little rocker dashed forward to close the distance between them. Leaping off her front foot, Hitomi would shoot her feet with a diving dropkick straight toward Leo’s abdomen, flying through the air like a pink tracer as she went.

Leo hung onto the top ropes with both his arms as he gave his head a little shake to clear it.Ok, so that was a litle unexpected for sure, perhaps he was being a little too busy thinking with his errection rather than with his head.

Taking only a moment, Leo started to unhook his arms from around the top rungs, intending to push off the ropes and dive straight back into the action... But unfortunately for the Spaniard, Hitomi had the same idea and had launched into her plans a second before Leo had.

As Leo started to push off the ropes Hitomi was already in mid flight, plowing both her booted feet straight into his upper abs like a missle.

"Ugh!!" Leo coughed out as Hitomi's drop kick racked him back against the ropes again, his body doubling up a little so that his ass was sticking out between the ropes a bit. He held one arma cross the front of his belly while the other hung on around the top ropes again, gasping a little for breath

“No chance!” Hitomi bellowed as her feet dug into Leo’s exposed stomach, getting him to double onto the ropes with relative ease.

The petite brawler was quick to nail Leo, and in doing so she was confirming a few things she more or less already knew, but had to see to believe: she was faster than him, and it was fun as heck to kick him around. The Spainard certainly had the advantage in terms of power, height, and definitely experience, but Hitomi had faced those kinds of odds time and time again with varying degrees of success. But speed was where she always got them, and Leo was no different.

As if to reaffirm that fact to herself, the instant she hit the ground, the little rocker would curl and kick back up to two feet, standing in front of her opponent with a thin sneer on her pink lips.

Hitomi cracked her knuckles together and threw hooks towards the champion’s stomach without warning. A second later, she followed up with another, then another and another, getting faster and faster as she went. She threw her body into each one, rocking her frame from as she racked up her combo with a quick series of jabs. Little bursts of power that slapped against Leo’s sternum in a fast whirlwind of fists.