Phe-Phe vs. Okami

Okami was ready to throw forward with a clothesline himself but Phe was faster.

His attempt to dodge her attack with a hop would fail and he gets hit to his ankle while jumping, thus getting completely unbalanced.

Though he will at least avoid a serious damage to his leg, he gets partly stunned by the disastrous fall onto the canvas. "Unghhh...!"

"The fuck was THAT?"

Phe cocked up an eyebrow after watching you attempt to jump into the air only to end up fall like a complete dumbass.

"What, you're Superman, now or something? Puuuuleeeze!"

Phe shakes her head, glances back at the ref in question, then walks up towards your downed body. Phe knew men very well, and in particular, she could read you like a book. She knew exactly what you wanted.

"So you're going to lay there, just waiting to be fucked, am I right? Just like a little slut...."

Phe stops herself mid-comment to let out a loud belch that stunk of Jack Daniels, cleared her throat, then will continue to verbally abuse you, if you keep giving her the chance, which you probably will do, afterall.

"For all I know, you could wearing a thong under them wrestling clothes, am I right, my little whore?"

Okami groaned and rubbed the back of his head, taking his time to recover while Phe was taking her time to humiliate him. "Nghh...i love you Phe-chan but..." , he moved slowly as Phe had him at her feet, "...you talk too much!". With that he would grab her ankle with a hand, going to sweep her if she was confident or distracted enough to allow it.

"Eiiiii!"

Thanks to your dirty, little hand, Phe's balance had been robbed from right beneath her feet. The cinnamon skinned woman harshly met the canvas, ass-first, where she'll then attempt to scurry back to her feet before you can think of anything else to try on her.

Meanwhile, the ref sits back with a bag of popcorn and chews.

Before you'd get up Okami dropped on one knee and got you into a headlock, where he would then wrench the hold, trying to make you tired and possibly force a submission.

Such a dirty tactic. Dirty in the sense that Phe was given no choice but to have her senses driven into the dark, heatful void that was your headlock.

"uuuhh..."

A hot breath blew through her clenched teeth. Your muscles made an iron coil that pounded against her noggin with every pulse, and soon, her head was already beginning to turn turn a cute cherry red. Who knew the little skeezer had this much strength? Should Phe attempt to frantically find an escape, or should she wait it out and see where you will take this next?

Okami stood up with you still trapped in the headlock, where he would then slip behind you, willing to shift hold:
with one arm still coiled around your throat, he would use the other to lock one of your arms behind your back in a hammerlock.
If his maneuvre worked he would be then free to give to lovebite your neck in a both sensuous and taunting.
"Mrrr...you will give in to me, Phe-chan..", he suggested to your earlobe, beofre resuming his nipping to the soft, and now reddened skin of your neck.

"Guh....a-aahg....."

A little drool of saliva seeped down her luscious lips, now drooped apart in a vain seek of air. Phe thought of escaping, but any good executed plans on doing that had been clouded from the sharp pain in her arm joint, and the constant nibbling teeth on her soft flesh.

"Mrrrrr...you will give in to me, Phe-chan.."

Your voice echoed hauntingly in her mind, and your cold breath erected a million goosebumps over her fair skin. Phe would've tried to duck under the HammerLock to reverse, but your choking arm held her firmly in place. Oh, what must she do? Forfiet or risk having her shoulder dislocated?

"Mrrrrr...you will give in to me, Phe-chan.."

Your low growl played back again like bad feedback in her mind. The sound of your voice struck deep within her, and your breath tingled and excited certain nerves in her body that hadn't been aroused in a while. For that brief moment, and that moment only, she unconsiously allowed her free hand to travel up and touch inbetween her full, round breasts. She then almost said your name, that is, until the sharp pain brought her back into reality.

"NNfff...fuck you, Okami!"

Whatever may happen, Phe knew that a Hammerlock was never meant to be a move to end a match with. She will continue to painfully wait for your next move.

Okami's hammerlock was not meant to force a submission though, but only to hold Phe in place while he proceeded with her.
"Fuck? ..That can be an idea", he would reply with a grin.
Pressing the girl firmly against the turnbuckle, the silver-haired boy would start to dry-hump her from behind, harder and harder.
Apparently he was going for a humiliation submission on his trapped opponent, while she could feel his manhood press against her hips with each new push from Okami.

"W-w-what!? H-h-hey!"

Phe's speech jumped and skipped in sync with every humiliating thrust from behind.

"D-d-damn! Let g-g-go of meeee!"

The bad girl, bitchy facade had crumbled away, exposing the whiny, squeaky voiced brat within her that screamed for freedom. However, it looked like she wasn't going to get things her way this time....no...not this time.
She just couldn't believe it; there she was, bent over and pinned against the turnbuckle with some Cherry Boy hammering away at her ass through thier thin layers of clothing.

"F-f-fuck...whats up with this g-g-guy!?"

Phe spat while the ass punishing rhythm only got harder--harder to a point where it was beginning to hurt just a little. With no other choice, Phe used her free hand to grab hold onto the turnbuckle before closing her eyes and preparing for the worst ride of her life.

As disadvantaged Phe looked, she might still have a chance of coming out on top through this hold. Afterall, how long will you be able to withstand the feeling of her soft, plump cushions against your phallus? And yet, how much can Phe absorb from the constant, heatful friction against her behind until she passes out?

Only the sweet, fruitful passing seconds can tell, now....