Johnny Laurence vs Krystyna Afineevsky: Eastern Girls and Western Boys.

Johnny advanced on the fallen Russian. It was time to finally put an end to this match. Krys probably wouldn't appreciate taking his lunging sidekick finisher in the face, but that was the way things worked in the ring. He got into his ready position....and then Krystyna rolled over and everything changed.

"My...god." he breathed, in awe of the sight before him.

The blonde's suit had somehow come undone, revealing even more of her beautiful form. His eyes ran over the soght of her heaving breasts, edges of her nipples visible as the suit struggled to stay on her. The zipper had almost revealed what he imagined would be the her shaven sex, warm and inviting, waiting for him to lay down between her legs, head between them and....

Whoa....ok, stop. Johnny told himself mentally. Not that type of match! Come on, man get it together!

Quickly, he walked over, seizing Krys by the hand and pulling her abruptly up to her feet. Somehow, he managed to grasp the tab of the zipper without looking down for it, keeping his eyes on her glorious face instead of the body that seemed made for all sorts carnal delights. He even kept the hand that was zipping her up steady, slowly moving it up as his other hand rested on the small of her back, just over the firm curve of her rear. The crowd didn't appreciate the gesture, booing him, but Johnny didn't care. It was the right thing to do, since this wasn't a hentai match.

Besides, if things continued with Krystyna like that, there would be no way he'd be able to focus on the match....

Portraying the injured fawn with almost impeccable mastery, Krys utilized every lesson she had learned in the art of deception while the towering Texan took time to pause and no doubt allow his mind to darkly fantasize about her. Krys learned early on in her training that appealing to her enemies basest instincts was sometimes the most efficient way of acquiring the intel needed, but for now Krys only hoped to dupe her American opponent into taking the bait tantalizingly laid out for him...

"Hmm?..." Startled from the sudden elevation, Krys’ eyes widened from being lifted up and held tightly in Johnny’s arms. An embrace she initially thought to precede the American taking advantage of her supposed helplessness before the tugging on her zipper proved her otherwise. The chivalrous act brought down boos and jeers all around them, but Krys couldn’t help but center her befuddled attention on the gentlemanly Texan. Nine times out of ten, her target would have had their hands all over her by now…and here was this virtuous cowboy being the exception…

“…*sigh*…You know, you’re making it quite difficult for me to despise you…” Krys tersely uttered with a reddish hue to her pouty cheeks. Her piercing emerald eyes locked onto Johnny's insufferably handsome face with a glimmer of simultaneous annoyance and begrudging attraction. Being held tenderly like this wasn’t an entirely…disagreeable feeling now that Krys thought on it, her leather clad bosom swelling up against his muscled torso from how close they were. Alas…

“But zank you, my gentleman cowboy. Chivalry was ze last zing I expected to see when signing my name on ze dotted line of ze Tension roster. You’re far too kind~…” Krys seductively enunciated while sensually trailing her gloved hands from his broad shoulders to the back of his head. By pursing her soft lips and tilting her head upward, Krys brought this moment to it’s inevitable conclusion…

…by sharply plowing her knee directly into Johnny’s diaphragm. A precision strike intended to dramatically rob the cowboy of any air in his lungs, and shatter whatever romantic mood was transpiring. “Far…too kind…” Krys viciously snarled directly into Johnny’s ear while fiercely clamping onto his scruffy hair, the Emerald Viper immediately leaping up to seat herself on Johnny’s shoulders. With his head slotted snuggly between her milky thighs, Krys would bend one of her legs and hook it with her other and lean her upper half back down, applying her Iron Curtain finisher with a hanging figure-four headscissor!!

Johnny felt like he should try to return the Russian's comments with some light banter. Perhaps remind her that if she needed help hating him he could put her back in that submission hold. But, those beautiful emerald green eyes held him captive in their gaze, rendering him incapable of speech and movement for a moment.

Feeling Krys's hand on the back of his head, seeing her tilt her face towards his, Johnny began to lower his lips to hers.

Then those eyes, which he could have sworn were filled with lust and affection, suddenly turned as hard as the emeralds he compared them to, becoming cruel and cold. Her strike that he never saw coming drove the air out of him, making him gasp and wheeze for breath! Krystyna spoke, her words a harsh confirmation that it was all indeed a set up. Her legs clamped down in his head, bearing down with a lot more pressure than ever before!

Already low on air from the strike, with the pressure on his head and neck mounting dangerously Johnny knew he only had moments left before he would have to tap. Not wasting time on clawing at or trying to pry open those strong thighs, the Texan would throw himself into a desperate forward tumble, trying to replicate the roll that allowed him to escape the Russian's earlier head scissors!

While by no means comparable to the intensified pressure Johnny was feeling on his cranium, hanging precariously like this was not an  entirely ideal situation for the Emerald Viper either. She knew that the longer she had this maneuver locked in, the more blood would be rushing to her head and start to make her progressively woozy and numb in her lower torso. Though given the amount of times she's lulled men unconscious like this before she could even start to feel any of those side-effects, Krys saw no reason to believe why Johnny would be any different...

...a presumption she found herself regretting when Johnny would tumble forward in a nigh identical reversal to Krys' earlier headscissor!! Recognizing the motions early on, Krys would learn from her earlier mistake and instinctively roll right along with Johnny to keep his head from squirming free. The tumbling duo landing with Johnny splayed out on his back and Krys now seated on his pectorals with the figure-four headscissor still firmly applied.  

"...*pant*...zat was quite ze ride, cowboy. Color me impressed...*pant*...but it looks like I've come out on top zis time..." Krys exhaustively said while sneering down at her ensnared and now floored opponent, Krys' sinewy legs now crossed behind Johnny's head. Her warm and sweaty thighs still bearing down on his head, though now with Johnny's heated breathes against her groin causing Krys to form her own blushing complexion. In this position, Krys gladly reacquainted Johnny with the enticing sensation of her leather clad crotch grinding intently against his handsome mug, smirking down at him while setting herself to the task of of putting both this match and Johnny to bed...

As his ploy failed, Johnny found himself in an even worse situation, now flat on his back with the Russian able to really bear down on his head with those lovely, but lethal legs.

Not only that, but now, he found himself face first in Krystyna's groin, adding a bit of humiliation to the situation as his desperate breaths for air filled with the scent of her body. As intoxicating as it was, the need to breathe was asserting itself heavily, and the pain from having his skull trapped in the pressure of the blonde's thighs was intense. While the sight of Krystyna's leather clad crotch wasn't necessarily a bad one, it was all Johnny could see. He couldn't check their position to the ropes, to see if perhaps he could reach one to force a break. Pain and the lack of air forced the Texan past his breaking point.

Johnny tapped his hand against one of Krystyna's legs, signalling his submission and surrender.
"I give!" he groaned out, his words muffled by the Russian's crotch grinding into his reddened face!

Riding Johnny's flustered face had sent a scintillating shiver up Krys' spine, the Emerald Viper smiling sinfully while arching herself backwards to better grind and buck her hips against that handsome face of his. Knowing that she had a bonafide Tension veteran reduced to a sputtering fool being forced to makeout with her leather-clad mound made her all the more tingly inside...though her fun was cut short when Johnny frantically tapped out and chortled his submission against her crotch. The words "I give" sounding extra enticing when being muffled out from between her legs.

"Mmm...Leave it to an American to be all talk, and little action~..." Krys said with a sultry sneer down towards Johnny, offering one last wiggle of her hips to remember her by before unfolding her legs and raising herself back up. Bringing Johnny to that breaking point had made her all hot and bothered in the process, but the aches and pains from the match were starting to overshadow how intensely aroused she was. A cool shower and tending to her bruises starting to take priority over satisfying her worked up urges.

Krys stood tall over Johnny and offered him a clear view up her toned legs towards her thonged rump as she raised her own arm in victory, scaring the ref off with one deadly gaze as she posed dominantly over the hapless Texan. She licked her lips and tasted the sweat from what was one of the more exhausting fights she had ever been in, the Emerald Viper flinching from the pangs of discomfort in her back as she began motioning towards the nearby ropes...

Letting out a groan of relief as Krystyna turned him loose, Johnny continued to lay on his back, taking in deep breaths to make up for the air he had been deprived of while in the Russian's hold.

The American winced at Krystyna's words, knowing that the match had been his to lose. He had the advantage but allowed himself to be taken in by Krys and her display as if he were a rookie. He could protest Krystyna's methods, but Johnny felt like he should have been more on guard. The old lessons from the league before Tension had taught him better than that.

Still as he watched Krystyna depart from the ring, he noticed that her figure, while wonderous, moved with discomfort that the Russian was taking pains to hide. Krystyna may have won the match, but he had left an impression on the blonde. The thought brought him a small measure of comfort as the Texan wearily got back to his feet and departed the ring.

Winner by submission Krystyna Afineevsky!