Debut Match: Asher vs Noomi! (Finished)

There was no escape, he was trapped unable to move and slowly losing air with each breath against her pantie covered crotch. This was definitely not the debut he had wanted, not that he was thinking about that really as everything was starting to go a little fuzzy in his head as he began to fade a bit. He couldn't even struggle anymore, body felt so heavy and weak, his ears only slightly hearing that coo she had leave her lips, apparently quite enjoying herself right on his face. This was a moment he wouldn't soon forget.

Her punch blasted into his stomach, his stomach trembling as he let out a wheeze against her crotch. This was really bad, the next set of punches drove out any air that was left in his lungs quickly. His body shuddered a bit, but other than that there wasn't much left in him. As he began to fade away one last moan escaped his lips as she reached back gripping his hardon through his trunks an image that was being prominently displayed and pictures taken of. Her words the last thing he heard before he faded off into unconsciousness now completely beaten underneath her.

It was funny, people had told her wrestling was going to be hard when she had initially broke the news she had started training. She wasn't really sure why they bothered to tell her that. So far, both her matches had been mostly a cake walk, the first only being difficult because her boss had told her to drag it out, which lead to complications. Now, as she casually sat atop Asher's face, more concerned about possibly getting herself off than she was with fighting, she decided those people didn't know what they were talking about. Wrestling was easy.

Her fingers slipped over Asher's crotch, giving him a few small pulse like squeezes as he faded beneath her, timing them with each thrust of her hips. When he finally passed out, she was surprised she was able to tell given how lifeless he had already been beneath her. Her grinding slowed to a stop as she peered down at his disheveled hair poking out from between her legs, waiting to see if anything else would happen... which it didn't.  The referee knelt down beside the two, asking if Asher submitted or not, but it was clear he wasn't able to answer. the official took the boy's hand by the wrist, raising it up to let it fall back to the mat....

Once.

Twice.

Three times, before calling for the bell, signalling Noomi's victory.

"Couldn't even get me off, so pathetic~" She murmured in a cutesy tone and a smirk. Noomi lifted herself off Asher's head, scooting back to plop her plump backside down on his chest as she admired how cute he looked while he lay pass out. Reaching down, she gently combed her fingers through his hair, straightening some of it out as she soaked in the cheers from the crowd. Once she made Asher look somewhat presentable in defeat, aside from his stained clothing, moist face, and visible hardon, she pushed herself up off him. She put a boot on his chest, flexing her arms for the crowd, presenting herself bare chested in a victory pose that was sure to get a good many photos taken. After holding that for a few moments, she stepped off of him with a giggle and made her way out of the ring and back up the ramp while working on buttoning up her top again, stopping only briefly to wave to her fans before vanishing backstage through the curtains. Another notch in her belt.

Asher would lay there in defeat completely out of it for a while. This had definitely not been the match he had hoped for his debut. When he came back around with his opponent gone he groaned and blushed in humiliation. He would remember this for a long time, and learn from his mistake. Next time he wouldn't let himself get so distracted and suckered in that he was just a punching bag. It was hard To deny how much he enjoyed it still.

Looking down at his stained trunks and hardon he shook his head and flushed. Moving towards his feet as the crowd took plenty of photos he moved towards the backstage area up the ramp. His first match had been a lost and he was sure there was more to come. Still though, that didn't mean he was going to give up. He was going to get better and prove that he was meant to be here.

(Winner Noomi by Knockout)