LEAGUE: Ricky Charles vs Tiffany Laurence

Ricky keeps quite for this one, more focused on getting out of his predicament, despite his lack of plan. He slowly rose to his feet, maintaining his hold around Tiffany's waist, stopping her from doing any more damage.

The Texan upped the pressure on Ricky's head. Her hands went to the hand that at her waist, trying to pry it free to make the rise to his feet as difficult as possible.

Ricky gives a little puff out of his nostrils as he staggers forward slightly, nearly dropping Tiffany on her head in the process. However, he's able to maintain his grip on her, despite her prying, as he slowly begins to formulate a plan.

Tiffany will place her hands on the ground, leaning back and trying to throw Ricky over with a sudden hurricarana. If it works, Tiffany will try to roll away and get back to her feet.

Unsurprisingly, Ricky puts up little resistance as he's flipped to the ground roughly. Hitting the ground, he lays there for a few seconds, catching his breath before moving. "I had you pegged as a rough houser." He smirks, watching Tiffany as he slowly gets to his feet.

"Oh I can be gentle when I want to darlin. Just not right now. But like the weather in Texas, stick around, I'll change.'" Tiffany said as Ricky got to his feet. When he does, the cowgirl will be running full out, looking to nail him with a hard running clothsline.

Ricky gives a smirk as Tiffany dashes at him for a clothesline, and even moves forward, stepping into the attack with his arm out. He moves as if to grab at her outstreched arm and toss her to the ground, however, his true intent is to grab her and pull her against him, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Yeah, but I'm not that patient of a guy."

Tiffany grunted as she was pressed against Ricky. She planted her feet in a wide stance, trying to make it hard for the man to bear her to the ground. Her arms went around his waist, as she raised an eyebrow.
"And what are you planning to do here?" she asked wryly.

"Shouldn't it be obvious?" He smirks as leans back slightly, securing a one-armed bear hug while his free hand that was resting near his thigh flashes to her crotch. "I'm going to level the playing field abit..." With that he aims to grasp and pull down Tiffany's final covering in one swift and fluid movement, at last revealing her womanhood and putting both combatants on equal terms. "...why? Did you have a problem or something?"

Tiffany gasped as she felt the air hit her privates. "Well, so we're equal. But it won't save you..." she said.
With that, she tried to roll and put Ricky under her. If it works, she'll try to mount the man, setting him up for her hentai finisher....