Rude Awakening: Matt vs Zina and Shadee (Completed)

Matt's celebration of his sucessful DDT was short lived when Zina's legs locked around his neck. Her vice like thighs clamped down tight, and Matt found it harder to breath. His face flushed, either from lack of air or from having such beautiful legs pressed to his face, he couldn't really think about it right now.

There it was. That beautiful red glow she enjoyed seeing on male and female faces alike. She chuckled softly, reaching up for his head to pull him up in between her thighs. From there, she would start to stroke his cheek almost affectionately.

"Mm... I never grow tired of this move..." She mused, stroking a hand through his hair while she squeezed tight, sliding her tongue around her own lips as she was becoming a little bit aroused.

"Ghh," Matt grunted as she squeezed his head tighter. His chin was right up against her crotch, and his vision was getting blurry was lack of air. If something wasn't done fast, he'd pass out, and then who knows what she'll do to him?

He would try to stand back up, grab her legs with them still around his neck. Then he would try to step over her, turning her headscissors into his boston crab.

Zina, however, wasn't about to let Matt pass out with one move. When he started to work to his feet, she voluntarily let go, and would sloowly roll backwards onto her feet in a sefuctive nature. "Hmnn.. don't worry, sweetie. I won't let it end with just a couple of moves." She assured him.

Matt rubbed his neck after being released. "You've got issues, lady," he muttered. She was toying with him, he realised. Luring him in with her taunts and charms. And damn if it wasn't working!

"Still," Matt said, stretching his neck. He grinned cheekily and beckoned her on. "You're very considerate. And if you think I'll let it end in a few moves, you're wrong."

Zina chuckled softly at that. "Yes yes, I've heard it all before. Do I honestly look like I'd care?" She asked him.

After that, she would slowly start to circle him, stalking her opponent, working out what to do with him next.

As they circled each other Matt considered his next move. This kind of opponant needed some thinking. His body had been hurting even before the match began, compliments of two earlier matches in a row. He couldn't over do it here.

He would rush her again, making it look like he was going for a punch to her face, but then he would delver a knee to her stomach.

Zina smirked as Matt moved in with a punch, planning on catching it, until he changed it up at the last minute. She gasped, taking the knee to the gut and bending over, coughing from the air being knocked out of her.

As soon as Zina hunched over Matt would put his hands together, raise them above his head and bring it down across her back in a hammer blow, hoping to knock her to the ground.

Zina gasped as she felt him hammer his hands down into her back, and she flopped down to her stomach, gasping and coughing for air... and continued gasping and coughing. "C..can't.. breathe..." She choked out. Apparently Matt hit her just the right way to knock the breath out of her. She looked rather vulnerable down on the ground like that. An average human would probably feel a low sinking feeling of guilt in their gut if they were the one to cause her such a pain.