Arya vs James Prisoner Match

She would step forward, so her feet were on the sides of his head. "Ready for punishment?" She asks, attempting to plop her sexy ass on his face.

He groaned softly as he had begun to wake up when suddenly, her ass landed on his face and his eyes widened, he slowly began to thrash about, but slowly, her perfumes began to take effect on him, slowly knocking him out like chloroform.

"Mmhmm~ Breath it in you pervy little boy~" She huma, grinding her hips all over his face, loving this dominant control, playing the crowd, making all of the men jealous of Jame's position.

James slowly went limp under her. The only movement that could be seen was the rise and fall of his chest.

She stood up, examining him. "You...are...joking." "Is that all you got?" "You don't even DESERVE to be pinned like this!" She complains, poking him with her foot.

James grinned slightly and quickly sprang upwards, throwing a fist towards her jaw. If it were to connect, he would pull her in and set her up for a dirty deeds DDT finisher, trying to weaken her so he could hit the Anarchist's Dream.

Arya toyed with him way too much, leaving her open for attack. The fist connects, and she felt herself set up for Dirty Deeds, falling to the ground pitifully. The girl would make a crawl for the ropes.

James grinned and allowed the girl to get to the ropes, feeling a little pity after the devastating move he had just performed on her. He leaned against the opposite side, waiting for her to rise back to her feet so he could finish her.

She stood, dazed, leaning against the ropes away from him, and holding her head. Her plan on action was to try to slip under the ropes and away from him.

He grinned and moved in quickly, quicker than he knew was humanly possible. He wrapped his arms around her waist gently and placed small soft kisses on her neck, trying to distract her before he finished her off.