Abbey Abraxas Vs. Nathan Weed

Abbey just wanted to fling Nathan away, off to the other side of the ring. She thought it was simple, but the scruffy lad turned out to be stubborn. A quality she liked in herself, and perhaps in her opponents at the end of the day. However, right now, she wasn't a big fan of it. Especially when his forearms crashed into her chest and sent her plopping onto her butt.

"Ngh!"

She just hoped that maybe she could hold onto his arm and pull him down with him. If she could, then maybe he'd think next time about just letting himself get tossed around!

Against all odds, Abbey managed to get a hand around Nathan’s wrist as he knocked into her chest, so, as she fell, he came along for the ride. On their way down, Nathan spread his arms so that he could wrap them around Abbey’s neck, and, as soon as Abbey’s butt hit the ground, Nathan’s body fell into hers, turning the two combatants horizontal with Nathan on top. Once they were stationary, Nathan’s legs burst into sudden action, scrambling so that they could situate themselves on the outside of Abbey’s. The position he was aiming to achieve- a very low mount- was more defensive than anything. Still, laying on top of Abbey at this point in the fight wouldn’t be enough to win him the match, so, if his legs could achieve their initial goals, they’d keep on going, snaking themselves around Abbey’s and pulling them apart into a grapevine, while his arms squeezed her neck close.

"Gnhg!"

Abbey grunted as Natahan fell on her, his position and weight giving him a bit of an advantage that Abbey was surprised he capitalizd on. She had already been planning what to do next, but Nathan's arm was around her neck and she could feel his legs try to tangle up her own into a grapevine with his whole body pressing into hers rather intimately.

Her cheeks flushed naturally from the contact, but her smile never faded. "You've got me, big boy." Abbey purred breathily, as if to make light of their contact. "Now what?" Both her hands were free even though her body was trapped. She began to push her hands along Nathan's sides as if she were feeling for something. Searching for a spot to make her move or, maybe just feeling him up. She wasn't giving anything away.

That was a good question. “I’m not sure.” Nathan chuckled. “I don’t suppose you’d like to submit?” Nathan squeezed Abbey’s neck a little tighter, pulled her legs apart a little wider, but otherwise had no idea where to go from here. He may have had the advantage, but it was a tenuous one, and being hasty might just get him caught in some sort of fancy limb shibari. His chest pulsed against Abbey’s as his mind worked to figure out an acceptably painless escape.

But Abbey would find that his heaving would suddenly stop, his breath catching at his throat. Nathan had expected some manner of resistance from Abbey’s hands- maybe a counter-bearhug, since there was precedent for that. But he certainly did not expect her to run her hands up and down his sides like she was doing- and so lightly. Nathan froze up. “Careful…” His voice was strained with a mild but growing panic. Nathan had a peculiar weakness to this sort of attack, and, if she didn’t stop, he just might explode.

"Nah, I'm good. You'd submit in this position before I did, Nate." Abbey said, almost as if the conversation was casual. between them. She grunted as Nathan tightened up but then suddenly he felt his body change and tense up a bit in a different way.

"Careful?" She said. "You want me to be careful in a wrestling match!? Nate, I think this position has gotten to your head..." She cooed and then began to run her fingers up and down his sides lightly. She couldn't feel his manhood against her just yet, so he may have been concentrating on that, but there was something going on with the scruffy boy. She aimed to find out what and instead of punching him in the sides, she tickled him a bit instead.

A fraction of a squeal made it past his lips before Nathan managed to seal his mouth and cut his voice box off from public air. But even with his vocals shut down, his body refused to comply to orders. His upper body writhed left and right trying to avoid Abbey’s little butterfly feet, and his shoulders trembled with the effort of suppressing the laughter that threatened to explode directly out of his lungs through his chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, his legs became untangled from Abbey’s, but his arms pulled in closer out of pure, agonizing reflex.

When there next was a moment of respite, Nathan spoke again, his low voice breathless and rushed. “Mercy, Abbey, mercy; if this gets out, I’ll never have a proper match in the league. I’ll stand up, and we’ll get match rolling proper again. Please?” Even as he spoke, Nathan prepared his body to jump up and retreat. Abbey, sportsman though she was, also seemed like the teasing type; he’d probably have to find his own escape, and play keepaway henceforth. Ugh.

Abbey's eyes lit up as Nathan suddenly urtled up while on top of her. She understood what was going on and there was a devious gleam in her eye. When she was free from the grapevine, she instantly mover to reverse positions and mount Nathan, trying to grab his wrists and pin them above his head. Though his shoulders might be down, he would be able to move them enough to keep ffrom being pinned.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for the scrufffy wrestler, Abbey's chest would be pushed up right against his chin, threatening to smother his face. "Oh, Nate... I don't know if you have pockts deep enough for me to keep that kind of secret." She purred.

"I'm still not sure whether I want to keep that baby all to myself. I'm still really interested in seeing you fight. But... what if I just reaaalllly wanted that win, Nate? It's extremely tempting, you know?"

Nathan had held Abbey as close as he could during his torture, perhaps in hopes that the proximity would limit her finger activity- nope. But when she stopped her assault and his legs unthreaded themselves from hers, Nathan was too relieved at the break to keep his hold. Abbey, meanwhile, seized the opportunity, reversing their positions and managing to pull out of and away from his grip without too much resistance.

Coming into the match, Nathan was actually a fan of Abbey’s. Sure, she was talkative, and she could be a bit of a tease, but she fought on the level, and her wins were clean. It was a respectful fandom, borne from an appreciation of her talents.

But once he was in the ring with her, he changed his mind. This was blackmail; Abbey was evil, just pure evil. Even begging for mercy had fallen on deaf ears. He wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t rather have had a kick to the nuts.

"One!"

The ref started to count, and Nathan was tempted enough to give in to her vague little threat that he let the count get all the way to two before he made his move. First, he shut his eyes and closed his mouth; that was important. Then he yanked his arms downwards to free his wrists, then threw his shoulder violently up and over, kicking a leg for a little extra oomph. He wanted, not only to escape the pin, but to throw completely Abbey off of him with the sudden movement. If that required a face full of cleavage to achieve, so be it.

Abbey was actually a little surprised when the two count hit, but then, suddenly, Nathan's face pushed right into her chest. Abbey blushed a bit, but was about to laugh when she was heaved off of Nathan. She rolled to her hands and knees and slowly began to stand up. One hand pressed against her chest.

"Nate, if you wanted to go fishing, all you had to do was ask!" She teased and bent her knees. She then cleared the distance back between them and turned her hip, trying to ram her hip or ass into Nathan's face to try and put him back down onto his back.

Nathan rolled away from Abbey and got to his feet at about the same time she did. His eyes regarded her with a renewed sense of vigilance- as if she weren’t already plenty dangerous before. Abbey had all the power here, and her words let him know that she was well-aware of the fact.

Her actions said it, too. Playfully, she came at him with a little hipcheck, like an aunt might do to a nephew she caught staring at a pretty girl at McDonald’s. The move wasn’t violent, strategic, or painful, but Abbey was none too gentle about it, and Nathan stumbled a step to his side.

Annoying. His displeasure showed on his face. But what could he do? Abbey could literally bring him to his knees with a finger. Worse still, she could tell everyone else in the league how to do it, too.

Did Nathan actually believe that she would make good on her threat? Uncertain. For now, Nathan put his fists up. There was nothing for it. Nathan needed to hurt this girl. He needed to beg for mercy. But, at least for the moment, keeping the match rolling was his only real option. He would bank on her expressed interest in a good fight (and ignore her expressed ruthless desire to win). To that end, he swung a nice quick hook into Abbey’s stomach, looking to double her over and take back some control in the match.