Johnny Laurence vs Krystyna Afineevsky: Eastern Girls and Western Boys.

When Krys taunted him with the suggestion to tap out, Johnny knew he should save his breath and not waste it on banter. But it was practically instinct with him.

"Unngh...ladies...first..." he managed to to say.

Suddenly, the Russian's legs coiled about him, catching him around the waist and pulling him even deeper into her sinuous embrace! The Texan gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure start mounting on his midsection.

As she squeezed and flexed with her lower body, making him give a groan of distress Johnny continued to bear down on her ribs and back. Their interlocked bodies grinded and rubbed against each other as they struggled within the other's hold. The friction was sensual, and feeling Krys's heavy bust pressing into his bare chest added to that. Despite the seriousness of the hold he was facing, the dark haired man began to have a very male reaction to the Viper's lush form grinding away at his. Johnny felt himself harden within his wrestling pants, and felt a surge of embarrassment. As closely entwined as they were, he knew there was no way that Krys could miss it, either! He also gave a slight moan. Whether it was from the mounting pain, or from the arousing sensations at hand, Johnny didn't know. He shoved that question out of his mind, instead focusing on giving a hard squeeze of Krys's midsection with his arms.

Great....getting a hard on during a non-hentai match. Good job there Johnny boy. he thought to himself. Might as well be a rookie in his first intergender match....

The crowd appreciated a sexy show when they saw it, and began to cheer as the two grappled with each other, one woman in the front row even calling encouragement to Krystyna and loudly advising her to 'Ride that cowboy hard, girl!'....

Krys kept her head lowered to block out the obnoxious commentary from the loud-mouthed fans at ringside, concentrating on pouring on the pressure on the facelock while coping with the renewed strain on her back. She panted and groaned heavily against his toned back as her curvy frame began grinding against the virile cowboys chiseled pecs. Somewhere in all of this sensual friction, Krys felt the protruding bulge against her own nethers...

She initially tensed from Johnny's unprofessional inability to keep it in his pants, the Emerald Viper now hiding a reddened blush as her blonde locks shielded her flinching face. She was embarrassingly annoyed for them both and was sorely tempted to call attention to it, but her own delirious arousal was keeping her from thinking rationally. Her icy demeanor was thawing in the sensual hold, to the point where she would buck her hips against his junk and perhaps fulfill that fans earlier request in the process.

"Mmm~..." Krys cooed under her breath from that one subtle hump, feeling that tingle up her spine all over again. The pain from the bearhug was starting to noticeably more tolerable now that she had scintillating sensations taking up her thoughts. Her leather suit rubbing and even making occasionally squeaking noises the more this went on. The gentle rocking wouldn't totally be without a purpose though. The Emerald Viper was slyly attempting to rock them both back until Krys was laying on her back with Johnny hopefully still trapped in her facelock...

When Johnny felt Krys hump and grind herself against his erection, he let out a low "Ahh....!" of surprise and pleasure, barely heard by his opponent, but not by the crowd or even the referee in the ring. And it seemed like he wasn't the only one appreciating the closeness of the hold, judging by the noise that issued from the Russian's luscious lips.

Focus, this isn't that kind of match! he thought to himself.

Despite the arousal of the situation, the American noticed the blonde guiding them into a better position to work her pair of holds on him. If he let her pull him down on top of her, he might never get out! Of course, there was a part of him that chimed in and asked if that was truly a bad thing, but Johnny ignored that.

Releasing his bearhug on Krystyna, Johnny moved his hands lower down, grasping hold under the firm cheeks of the Russian's rear. Although he appreciated the feel, Johnny used his hand placement to help hold the Viper up as he lurched back to a standing position, burning energy and air the whole way.

Once on his feet, the Texan would give a wild surge towards the nearest corner, looking to ram his blonde burden back first into the turnbuckles, his body pressing against hers hard for a moment, drawing another ragged gasp from him. If freed from the hold, Johnny would use the ropes to guide himself away from Krystyna, his face red from being trapped in the Russian's coils, as well as being flushed from the arousal of the situation at hand. He would come to a stop halfway to the opposite corner, grasping the ropes and panting heavily to get air back into his body as fast as he could.....

Despite her own flustered mindset making it harder for her to concentrate on anything not involving Johnny's throbbing junk, Krys bit her lip and remained steadfastly determined to rock them both down until she was on her back. Once Johnny was grounded, the draining effects of her facelock would be amplified now that he was already comfortably splayed out on the canvas, making nodding off to sleep seem like a much more enticing option...

Krys smirked when she felt the American Cowboy ease up off his bearhug, initially thinking he was succumbing earlier than she had intended. That brief confidence wavering when she felt Johnny firmly grasp her thonged butt, the Russian spy perking and tensing up from the sudden groping before being hoisted off the mat!!

"H-Hey!!!Just!!Stay!!Down!!" Krys angrily punctuated each of her words with a battering forearm to Johnny's upper back, a cheering audience applauding the Tensions veteran's strength and athleticism in the process. Krys may have just been the only in the arena who was decidedly unimpressed, given her predicament. Both her mind and her heart were racing at the moment, but with apparently no say in the matter, Krys would find herself bracing for impact before being bull charged into the nearest turnbuckle.

"Hoogh!!" Krys coughed out the air in her lungs from being flattened against the corner, the Russian spy now propped up by the virile Cowboy's muscled form weighing heavily against her soft curves. The jarring impact jostled Johnny free of her facelock as her slackened limbs immediately peeled off of him, the Emerald Viper now slumped against the corner with her blushing and heavily panting face tilted downward. Just like Johnny, Krys needed the time to recuperate herself.  Time to recover from the the aches in her spine, and time to focus on something else besides how thoroughly turned on she was from the last few minutes of heated grappling...

Leaning against the ropes, Johnny took a moment to get his wind back, as well as try to dispel how incredibly hot and bothered that last exchange with Krystyna hadmade him. The first problem went away easily enough as the Texan breathed in deep lungfuls of air. The second though, was proving to be more difficult to deal with. He was just going to have to focus past it.

Coming off the ropes, Johnny saw that Krys was still propped up in the corner. Deciding to delve into his expansive striking game, the dark haired man would seize Krys by the arm and pull her to the center if the ring. Once there, he would take a step back and try to go for a kickboxing style combination of strikes. The first was a kick at the side of the Viper's leg, followed by him stepping close to throw a right hook into the side of her curvaceous body, striking at her rib cage. The last, and biggest blow, the payoff strike was in the form of a left uppercut that would come hurtling into strike just under the Russian's chin!

Fighting off intensified feelings of arousal was one aspect of close quarters combat that wasn't exactly touched upon during her drill instructors tutelage. Though it would have been profoundly helpful in this situation, the Russian spy panting profusely while resting up in the corner opposite Johnny. Luckily for her, Johnny allowed her the time to somewhat compose herself by the time he had approached her once more.

"Nngh..." Krys groaned from being guided out of her corner, luckily having regained her shaky balance...at least until Johnny would deliver a stinging side kick to her thigh, causing Krys to flinch and favor her other leg in the hobbled stance. Followed up immediately by the swift blow to her rib cage, the Emerald Viper yelping out in pain while she hunched over herself and backpedaled a step from the successive strikes. The Emerald Viper swayed from side to side as her sultry form was pelted the harsh combination of strikes,  leaving her reeling at the moment and clearly taken aback by how precise of a striker Johnny was demonstrating himself to be.

The adrenaline pumping in her blood helped her recognize how close she was to being dealt another, more definitive blow. So when it came hurtling at her, Krys would use her swiftness to her advantage by sidestepping the jaw-rattling strike until she was standing beside Johnny. By hooking her arm around his head and entangling her right leg with his left, Krys would lean them both forward before collapsing backward in the ring-shaking and appropriately named Russian Legsweep.

With the first two strikes connecting, the Texan thought that would be enough to set up Krystyna for a near knockout blow. But the Russian turned out be swift enough to slip to the side during the uppercut!

"Hey-!" Johnny began, but before he could add anything else, Krys caught him, driving the back of his head into the mat with the always effective Russian leg sweep.

As he looked up into the lights, Johnny considered the irony of being taken down by a Russian using that move. He would've chuckled, had he not been cradling his head and groaning softly...

The ring-shaking slam kept Krys prone and lying besides Johnny for a few seconds as well, panting exhaustively before she would eventually lift herself back up by extending her arms behind her. Her rapidly beating heart was a clear indication of how she enjoyed the intoxicating thrill of the moment, her daredevil itch thoroughly being scratched by narrowly avoiding being upper-cutted out of her boots.

Clearly swept up in the moment, Krys would shuffle herself over and move to straddle Johnny's chiseled abs with both of her legs bent at his side. She peered down at the floored cowboy with a salacious gleam in her emerald eyes, eventually arching herself forward so she could sensually speak to him face to smirking face.

"Mmm~...Vell, I do believe zis is ze most fun I've had since my plane touched down in zis country~..." Krys uttered in her thick Russian droll while one of her index fingers would teasingly trace along the contours of his pectorals. The Emerald Viper humming through her closed lips as she rubbed her thonged butt against his sweaty abs.

Feeling the weight of Kry's soft, leather clad body settle on top of him, Johnny looked up in time to see the Russian bombshell lean down over him.

Gazing into those lovely green eyes the Texan heard her talk as he gave a brief shiver from the feeling of her fingers brushing over his chest.

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Johnny replied dryly. His hand reached up, going to the Russian's hips, slowly sliding down, rubbing along the skin of her rear, thoughtfully exposed by the outfit she wore. He would give it a squeeze, trying to buy time to shake off the impact of Krystyna's last move.

Reching up, he would bring a hand towards the side of Krys's face as if to caress it....but then suddenly turned treacherous, using it as a handhold to try and roll Krys under him. The dark haired cowboy would then attempt to fold Kry's legs up, while scooting up slightly, going for a highly suggestive fold up pin from the missionary position they would wind up in!

Straddling Johnny while suggestively grinding away at his chiseled abs practically eliminated any lingering pretense as to where Krys was imagining this match was going. The natural high she felt from the inherent danger of engaging in rough and tumble combat nearly made her forget how sore she was, the Emerald Viper concentrating solely on the ripped cowboy squirming beneath her.

"Mmm~..." Krys hummed under her breath from Johnny's roving hands feeling up her legs and kneading her thick backside in between his commanding fingers, blissfully unaware that all this groping was merely buying time for the American to recoup from being slammed down to the canvas.

Though it wasn't until Johnny moved to caress her cheek that she flashed a brighter shade of red with widened eyes, something about that moment catching her attention before she was rolled over and mounted herself!! Krys grimaced from being duped and rolled up into a leather clad ball, squirming and fidgeting under the pressure of her own weight plus Johnny suggestively mounting her.

It wouldn't take long for the referee to get close to a two count before Krys would summon the strength to aggressively extend her legs upward and break it up. Though not without firmly clasping her toned thighs firmly around Johnny's head and pivoting to her side to bring him back down to the canvas, the Russian spy flexing her leg muscles while gnashing her teeth in the intensified pressure before easing up slightly to pant deeply and relax her own leg muscles.