Handcuff Match: Bryan Daniels vs Akino Sanada

BOOM! The sound of Akino’s boot smacking right against Bryan’s face echoed through the room like an exploding firework! And just listening to the reaction of his fangirls as he dropped like a rock, you’d almost think he’d actually just been shot. Fortunately for the charismatic crowd favorite, that wasn’t the case. However the maid was hellbent on making sure what was really coming his way wasn’t going to be pleasant either.

Shivering and panting, Akino brought her hands up to grip onto her soaked dress. Then with a mighty roar the bluenette ripped the dress right down the middle, tearing it right off her body! Akino was now left in only her white bra, panties and stockings, and her blue gloves and matching boots. And of course, her eyepatch. But did the fact that her body was so exposed bother her? Absolutely not. This was a girl who showed up for wrestling matches in a maid’s dress, after all. Appearance clearly wasn’t a major concern of hers. But avoiding freezing herself into a humiliating loss, that definitely was a concern.

Akino tossed one half of the torn dress aside, but kept the other in her hand while moving over to stand by Bryan’s prone form, then knelt down to move him up into a sitting position with her right behind him. Aiming to take full advantage of the “No DQ” aspect of this bout, Akino attempted to wrap the torn piece of dress around Bryan’s neck to start strangling him with it, while her legs would simultaneously snake around his abdomen and start squeezing to apply a body scissor! “What was that?! Something you want to say?!” she’d say while trying to squeeze the life out of Bryan, completely ignoring the hateful boos being showered onto her from the fans.

Chalk this one up to rookie mistakes and genuine carelessness on the model athlete's part. Returning the fan's shattered belongings was the chivalrous thing to do, but perhaps his priorities should have been slightly readjusted when there was a blisteringly irate maid in the ring who just happened to have a deadly proficiency in arm snapping submissions. Now the model athlete was exemplifying the old adage of where nice guys finish...in his case, flat on his back with his limbs spreadeagled after getting ruthlessly clocked upside his thick-headed cranium.

"Sheez..." Distorted images were starting to become more tangible as the model athlete started forcefully blinking them into solidification, regretfully oblivious to the enraged strip show taking place off to his side by the drenched maid "hulking out." There were some whistles and catcalls from Akino baring it all, but at the moment Bryan was more concerned with the damage done to his moneymaker, namely his distinctly handsome mug. He would have honestly preferred if his opponents targeted anywhere else...well, mostly anywhere. But even that concern would take a backseat to the wet noose being tied around his neck and the sudden strangulation that came along with it!

"Hughhh!!!" Bryan hacked and coughed from the pinching constriction around his windpipe while frantically clawing at the clothed snare. His spasmodic struggling would have him lean backward until he was laying atop the blue-haired aggressor, enduring not just the lack of air but the clenching pressure around his muscled midsection. The lingering disorientation and aching head pains from the earlier punt to his face exasperated Bryans desperation for any form of relief, that is until he managed to squeeze in one of his thumbs between the noose and his neck. Just barely giving him enough precious air to boldly reply back towards Akino in a chortled voice...

"I...*Hggh*...take it...yer..*ngh*..upset?"

“Tch! What could’ve possibly given you that idea?!” Akino answered sarcastically as she continued to strangle Bryan with the torn piece of her dress while squeezing his midsection between her unforgiving legs. Under normal circumstances, the ref would be in Akino’s face screaming for her to let go, and Akino would no doubt be taking full advantage of the warning 5-count before complying. But thanks to the rules of this particular match, the royally pissed off maid didn’t need to worry about that. She was free to keep choking him out to her heart’s content.

The only problem came in the form of a single thumb, which had wormed it’s way between the torn dress and Bryan’s neck. This was still clearly quite painful and uncomfortable for the boy, but he could breathe, even if just a little. Chances were that was going to delay any sort of potential knockout, and Akino just didn’t feel like waiting.

“Not ready to go to sleep? Fine by me!” she said, before throwing her body to the side to roll Bryan onto his front, with Akino sitting astride his lower back. She tossed the piece of dress aside, then planted her feet beside Bryan’s body while pulling his arms back over her thighs. Once those were secure, she reached her gloved hands to interlock around his chin and would pull back with all her might, looking to inflict some serious pain on his back with a camel clutch!

"Just a...*hgh*...hunch..." Bryan barely managed to gag out in response. Perhaps not the most efficient usage of what little air was managing to make it through his pinched windpipe, but Bryan's immediate fall back reaction was trying to distract Akino with some light-hearted banter or get her to genuinely cool off. His clever quips regrettably accomplishing neither...

The surly handmaidens powerful thighs bearing down on his midsection and squeezing the life out of him wasn't exactly helping matters either. The tightened constriction around his chiseled abs was an unpleasant addition to the copious amounts of pain and discomfort he was already experiencing. That was until precious relief came in the form of Akino relenting in the choke to have him roll to his front. She was either finally showing some humane mercy...or maybe her arms just got tired.

"Hggha...*cough*cough*..." Whatever the reasoning was behind his sudden freedom, Bryan coughed and eagerly took exhaustive breaths while he could. The pleasant softness of Akino's bare rump mounting his lower back gave Bryan the dreaded hint that Akino wasn't relenting out of the goodness of her heart.

"Hugah...comeonalready!!" The model athlete howled in pain from the bending contortion of his spine in the camel clutch, his taut abs and rib cage stretched  to their utmost limit while the top of his head pressed against Akino's cushiony chest. Bryan had no clever retorts this time around, just the tapping of his booted feet against the canvas as he struggled to cope with the agony in his spine. He highly doubted Akino would have appreciated any more of his sense of humor anyway.

Several thousand fans were once again booing Akino as loudly as they possibly could as she bent and tortured their beloved hero in her clutches. And on top of that were Bryan’s agonized yells and screams. All of it was music to Akino’s ears, and more than plenty of incentive to keep applying maximum pressure to the camel clutch.

“That’s right! Scream!” Akino yelled through grit teeth, loving every bit of the pain she was inflicting on him. It certainly wasn’t enough to calm the angry maiden’s temper, but it did add some good enjoyment to her rage-filled rampage. But as nice as hurting Bryan like this was, it wasn’t enough. She didn’t just want him in pain. She wanted to humiliate him in front of his army of adoring fans, just as he’d made sure to do to her.

So after several long moments of wrenching back with the camel clutch, Akino finally released Bryan’s head, letting his torso flop to the mat. The maid then got off of his back and stood, then reached down to grab onto his hair so she could drag him back to his feet. “We’re not finished yet...” she muttered. And once Bryan was up, the maid would grab onto his wrist and whip him off into a set of ropes.

"Hngh..." Bryan clenched his fists and imagined himself anywhere else at that moment. Driving his sports car down a stretching and deserted highway. Working on his suntan while admiring the local hunnies bounding around the shoreline in some skimpy bikini's. Whatever fantasy he could concoct to further distance himself from the his grim reality of being stretched out beneath a half naked maid....that last part actually being a decent fantasy just by itself.

The torturous hold was twisting his spine to a horrendously curved angle, his tanned and lean physique pulled further back by the interlocked grip underneath his chin. He scrunched his face and sewed his eyes shut from the pained pressure contorting his spine and interrupting his attempts at a daydreaming escape. Bryan had some inherent flexibility to help him endure the hold, but the compounding aches and pains from the last few minutes of being Akino's whipping boy were fogging his mind from formulating any plan of escape...until Akino would save him the trouble and allow him to slump over to be a handsome pile of aching misery on the floor.

Bryan groaned from the tugging in his scalp ushering him upward, willing to give anything for a few seconds of peace to unscramble his brain and genuinely not be in pain. Instead he would feel the wind in his hair from being propelled off toward the ropes, bouncing off them at a stinted pace considering how rattled he was...

Akino couldn’t remember a time in which she’d enjoyed inflicting pain on someone quite as much as she’d enjoyed inflicting it on Bryan. Maybe it was because it felt like she was not only getting much deserved payback on him, but thousands of others who were just as against her as he was. In any case, it was a wonderful sensation, and it was only going to get better from here.

She whipped Bryan off into the ropes, then watched as he came bounding back at a slower than normal pace, likely a result of Akino’s efforts in the moments prior to this. But once he was close, the maid leapt up and threw both legs around Bryan’s head and neck, then flipped back for a hurricanrana! And as she did so, Akino rolled through while keeping her legs locked around her foe, intending to end up straddled right on top of Bryan’s handsome face!

If that went as planned, Akino would attempt to further secure herself atop her new seat by reaching back to hook both of Bryan’s legs underneath her arms and pull them forward. Being trapped in a combination of a matchbook and facesit pin in front, while not capable of ending the match, was bound to be humiliating for Bryan. And if she could manage to smother him out completely, then it seemed victory could all but be assured.

Pacing back towards Akino with a noticeable hitch in his step, Bryan was still fighting off the nagging compulsion to simply collapse to his knees in sheer exhaustion. The model athlete was still coping with the lingering aches and pains plaguing his battered body from Akino's perhaps justified reaction from being put through the ringer herself for a majority of the match. Up to this point, Bryan was never entirely clear just what was Akino's beef with him since before the match even started. He missed the good old days when a girl wouldn't get this pissed off until after they got to know him or from from their eventual breakup fight.

Bryan stumbled forward towards the half naked maid, but before Bryan could admire her buxom figure for much longer, he would be treated to a much more up close and personal peek at her lacey undergarments when Akino would jump on his broad shoulders and tighten her thigh muscles around his entrapped head. He would scrunch his face from the constriction before being flipped off his feet and slammed back down to canvas with a faceful of warm butt cheeks weighing him down!

"Mmmphuh!!" Bryan coughed up a lungful of heated air from the brain-scrambling flip, his perception as well as his thoughts now clouded in a thick and hazy fog. Every inch of his flustered and reddened facial features were engulfed by Akino's smooth rear, the model athlete wriggling from being curled up into a matchbook pin and adding further leverage into the stifling smother. Bryan's scrambling hands would paw weakly at Akino's sides for a brief moment before his struggles would start to wane along with the rest of him, eventually going limp from sandwiched beneath her rear...

A sadistic grin tugged at Akino’s lips once she had Bryan trapped beneath her in the unforgiving smother. The model’s army of loyal fans once again booed the sight of their hero being in trouble. Although now there were some who weren’t as quick to loudly throw their disapproval at the maid. Perverts. But that was fine. Regardless of how many cheered, booed or remained silent, it wouldn’t take away from Akino’s personal enjoyment of the moment.

She quite literally rode out Bryan’s struggles, not giving him even a moment of air beneath her rear. Akino’s arms kept his legs firmly in place, and the boy’s weak pawing at her sides didn’t provide him any noticeable assistance either. “What? Don’t like it down there? Hmph. Too bad. You’re not going anywhere until I allow it.” Akino said, not caring if he was even able to hear her from down there or not. And when his struggles started to weaken, Akino’s grin only grew wider. She shook her hips a bit while remaining seated on his handsome face to rub the humiliation in as much as possible during his final moments of consciousness.

Once Bryan stopped moving altogether, Akino released his legs and let them drop to the mat, but continued to sit on his face for a moment longer just for good measure. Then she finally rose off her makeshift seat and walked over to the ref. “The handcuffs. Give them to me.” she demanded, holding out her hand. The ref handed them over, and Akino started walking over to Bryan’s prone form. What would be more humiliating than getting knocked out by a facesit from a half-naked maid and being defeated in front of thousands of people as a result? Aside from Akino’s own experiences tonight, not much. This was her chance to get even. And as she arrived by him again, she reached out to grab his nearest wrist, intending to put the first nail in Bryan’s proverbial coffin.

Bryan had only the faintest recollection of what the heck happened before being engulfed by Akino's sweaty derriere. He vaguely recalled having the ornery maid's crotch stuffed against his handsome mug before feeling the world go all topsy-turvy and losing all sense of equilibrium in the dizzying process. His attempts to fill his lungs in with whatever air he could manage only led to him literally and figuratively kissing her ass, Bryan's squirming resistance dying down considerably by the time she started tauntingly shaking her hips side to side along with his reddened face beneath her.

Any wise cracking members of the audience who were actually envious of Bryan and considered being smothered out by the lingerie-clad maid as an awesome way to get knocked out...well, they would only be partially right. The fact remained that it was still friggin mortifying and embarrassing as hell to be ridden into a state of near unconsciousness in front of a jam-packed audience. Luckily for Bryan, his grueling and prolonged punishment would abruptly end when Akino would rise up off his panting face and allow his legs to slump back down.

"...*pant*...*pant*..." Bryan exhaustively filled his lungs in with fresh air with his toned chest heaving in the process, squinting at the beaming roof lights before reflexively rolling over to lay on his front side to help shield his eyes. An encouraging and rhythmic round of applause started echoing in the distance, compelling the model athlete to feed off the cheers of the crowd and lethargically raise himself up to both knees while slumping against Akino to keep himself upright. Smearing his cheek against her shapely leg and inadvertently breathing heatedly against her inner thigh and crotch, Bryan was looking completely disheveled and at the maids mercy from being outright humbled by the maids offense. But once Akino sought to grab his other wrist, the seemingly lifeless male model would spring to life! Wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her high in the air for a high impact atomic drop against his waiting knee!!