Nobu Tano Vs Eileen Sommers: First Day Of Summer

Standard Match
Win By Pinfall, Submission or DQ

Even the greatest eccentricities and stories had but the most humblest of beginnings. A certain self titled 'queen' was due to commence with her own such humble beginning, with already a surprisingly intricate plan composed inside the devious redheads mind.

Whilst Eileen's plan as a whole was to achieve domination in every sense of the word over every name was somewhat unique in the fact that said plan actually involved minimum physical involvement on the red haired beauties part, Eileen was not so stupid as to figure she simply had to dirty her hands planting the seeds in her garden, before the plants would grow on their own and bare their fruit.

Sliding her long black gloves onto each hand, slowly rolling them up each toned forearm until settling neatly on either tricep, Eileen would take one long smug look into the eyes of her reflection; a stoic plain gaze at first, before a somewhat twisted smile grew from ear to ear. Tonight was her night. Every wrestler aimed for a strong showing in their debut, but Eileen was keen to redefine what one would denote as, 'a strong first showing.'

A short moment later, the buxom queen would be tending to her hair one final time, resting it over either shoulder as she carefully placed her large over-extravagant hat onto the tip of her head at such a pace, one would think she was setting down a mine. Informed via a knock and a shout out moments ago that her time was ripe for her to make her entrance, the Queen of Summer would give her front one large dusting off with outstretched fingers, smiling a final time before making her way to the entrance curtain.

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With music blaring that screamed that a revolution was now upon the world of AFW, The Queen Of Summer would appear to something of a notable roar of cheers and whistles; apparently the energetic aroma created by the exciting tones of her upbeat entrance music, combined with the sight of a new Tension beauty more than enough to send the crowd into a craze. Eileen was quick to capitalise, raising her hand high with the intent of giving something of an exposed review of her amazing mid-section as she rolled her hand back and forth in a waving motion. The men in the audience were simply, eating it up, and Eileen was happy to serve several portions, remaining in her posture far longer than one usually would have.

Eventually of course, when she was done allowing the fans to bask in her radiance as it were, Eileen would begin a long pace down to ringside, the hips of the beauty swaggering greatly as a smile shot from her face that almost suggested the beauty was of a kind and sweet nature. If only they knew...

Soon finding herself onto the ring apron, having already smoothing removed the cloak that hung from her shoulders, Eileen would be quick to once more capitalise on the roar of the crowd. Turning one last time to give something of a lewd wink, one hand would grasp the middle rope whilst the other came to her somewhat obstructive hat, simply to make sure it was not removed when the woman slid into the ring. As she did, she'd carefully move her leg over one at a time, moving at a pace that could only be described as a tease, with views of that curvaceous rear now something spectacular if you so happened to be lucky enough to be in the right seats. Knowing full well what she'd just done, she'd smile once in the ring with either foot flat on the ground, turning to the specific row of the crowd with a finger to her lips, smile to her face.

Eileen had now set the image of a likeable, eye-pleasing beauty who seemed to be out to get the approval of the crowd tonight. All she had to do, was show them how foolish they were for falling for such a simple ruse, of course by proving that she is anything but with her soon-to-appear unlucky opponent...

Well things had been…”interesting,” for Nobu Tano as of late, to put it rather lightly. Granted, he’d signed with the league knowing full well part of the job description was wrestling beautiful women who could easily dismantle him. In fact, that was one of the reasons he’d been so quick to do it!

But getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter by the backstage interviewer? And getting blackmailed by the company’s chief accountant of all people? Those weren’t in the job description… Ok even those he couldn’t say he hated. In the case with Patty, it was easy to lie to most and say it was all part of a joke. Just a gag to get some laughs, which it certainly had. And as far as he knew, no one knew about the issue between him and Chloe, so all was well there…for now at least.

Still, it had been a wacky few weeks for Nobu. And now he was scheduled for a match against a young woman appearing in Tension for the first time. That had all the potential to either continue his string of bizarre events, or restore a normal vibe to the crazy world he’d been living in. Well, only one way to find out.

Seconds after his foe’s music faded out, a new song began to play over the speakers in the arena, followed by Nobu bursting through the curtain! Smiling bright and confident, the boy was met with a modest round of cheers from those who’d seen and appreciated the fun moments he’d provided in his other matches, either at his own expense or his opponent’s. Dressed in black trunks with matching boots and knee pads, along with white wrist bands, he strode right down the aisle and high fived a good number of fans in the front row before climbing up on the apron.

As he bent down to slip through the ropes, his outside hand briefly slipped into his pocket ever so discreetly, a movement carefully practiced so as to not appear noticeable to Eileen. Then, only once he was in the ring, did he finally get a good look at his opponent.

“Whoa….” He said with widening eyes as he took in the sight. Holy shit, this woman was absolutely gorgeous! He really needed to find out how talent relations found these chicks. That thought aside, he smiled and walked out to the middle of the ring, extending his right hand to her.

“Hey there, beautiful. The name’s Nobu. Les have a fun one, alright?” he said with a friendly tone. But in the palm of his hand was a small buzzer, which he’d snuck out of his pocket when entering the ring. Normally, Nobu would be making an extra effort to ensure he kept the hand at an angle that concealed the buzzer from sight. But…the boy just couldn’t help but start ogling the beauty in front of him again. He’d swear this one was a perfect ten if he ever saw one.

Her back now resting against the turnbuckle with a slight lean to her hips, Eileen couldn't prevent her smile growing over how quickly she had established the ruse. The crowd was eating it up; a busty redhead with thick hips and gorgeous smile, who apparently was here for fun and games! The latter true in a twisted manner, Eileen's eyes focused and clenched shut a little, as her foe soon appeared.

Eyes trailing up and down the boy as he made his way closer to the ring, Eileen was forced to bring a hand up to partially cover her mouth from view. Once done, she simply couldn't contain her dark chuckle yet further-her foe was clad in more protective body gear than most members of a security team!

Besides such observation, it became clear to Eileen that whilst the boy didn't achieve an uproar the likes of a well loved world champion would receive, he was relatively popular. That, combined with his giddy movement and gestures towards the crowd, immediately suggested that the redhead might have something of a spry, fun loving opponent on her hands. One perhaps, prime for the taming, especially given said opponents youth.

Calming herself and assuming calm demeanour, Nobo's slipping into his pocket was but completely missed at first by the Queen of Summer who took a few steps from her corner in slow approach. Her right hand holding her hip whilst the other dangled aimlessly, Eileen's eyes would fall to the hand extended to her. She didn't bother giving her name, simply gazing at the hand before her as if it was the most curious thing she'd ever bared witness to in her life. It was at that moment, the red haired beauty spotted something.

After what felt to be an eternity of lengthy further inspection, Eileen's brown eyes would find themselves latched onto her foes own; protruding a gaze that a weaker man may have found themselves mercy to. As she gave such gaze, the hand to her hip would begin to motion, extending to seemingly accept the hand before her.

Only, rather than locking hands with the boy, Eileens's hand would grasp the underside of the hand, to turn it so that Nobu's palm was facing the ceiling. Inspective eyes briefly falling to the presented buzzer before coming back to her foes gaze, Eileen would finally break silence, her voice revealed to be as equally seductive as her gaze given her hush tone and almost intimate level of volume. The context of her words however, were setting up for a conversation far-less than friendly.

"It seems you consider me a joke~"

Nobu’s eyes took their time ogling every part of the beautiful goddess standing before him. From head to toe, she simply had the most perfect figure he’d ever seen on a woman. In fact he stared so long that when he finally started to come back to focus on what was going on, he started to realize that she had neither responded to his words or done, well...anything in the time he’d been standing there.

...Was she checking him out too?

A flattering thought, but not entirely untrue. It just wasn’t true in the sort of way he would’ve liked. She’d simply been looking at his hand, which she suddenly then turned over to unveil his attempted prank both to her and the everyone watching! It did get the crowd laughing, which normally would’ve been enough to make up for it for Nobu. But those eyes just kept staring into his, almost holding him in a trance. And even though he’d never seen this woman in a fight or a match before, or even heard of anything she’d done before coming into the league, he found himself feeling...timid, as if there was some reason to be worried over her reaction that he couldn’t even put a finger on.

“N-no! I don’t! I-i-it was just, I-I mean…” he frantically stammered, trying to find the words to reassure her that it was just meant as a harmless joke. Though while Nobu bumbled over his words like a fool, he didn’t even notice the bell ringing in the background to start the match.

The match had begun, but neither even suggested they were about to get violent. Eileen's eyes merely continued with their cold yet entrancing stare, as if she was trying to hypnotise Nobu through such alone! All the while, her hand simply held his, her soft fingers slightly grazing across and along his hand as she kept her general grip. It was far from firm; if Nobu wanted to he could of easily removed his hand from her grasp.

If Nobu wanted to.

Fluttering her eyelids at the man as if she had just been deeply offended by the prospect of being made a joke of, Eileen's free hand slowly found its way up to Nobu's lips. Again, nothing threatening about such an action existed, as Eileen didn't move her hand quickly nor with closed fist.

She simply extended her finger, before planting it on Nobu's lips.

"You wouldn't want to...make me a laughing stock in front of so many would you..? Spoken with a suggestive tone, eyes now falling to Nobu's lips, Eileen's head wouldn't move an inch closer yet the redhead's facial emotions were mirroring that of someone close to making a motion for a kiss!

What’s going on here? Nobu thought to himself as he stared into the hypnotic gaze of Eileen’s beautiful eyes.

He was standing in the ring for a match. His opponent has exposed his ploy and was now just holding his hand while he looked at her. That’s all she was doing. So why the hell was his mind so scrambled? Why wasn’t he pulling his hand back and retreating before Eileen could try to make him pay for it the same way Alicia Wells had done?

Part of the confusion no doubt came from her gentle response. Where Alicia had practically turned into a rabid animal and tried to tear him limb from limb, Eileen was being so gentle. Nothing in her gaze or body language suggested any malicious intent. Disappointment at him, perhaps, but that was all.

He blinked in confusion when the finger rose to his lips and touched them. Then when Eileen asked her question, Nobu wanted to answer to try to explain himself. Through lies of course, but still. Yet he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. It was if his mind registered Eileen’s finger over his lips more so than his own will.

Then something else became noticeably peculiar. Did...did she want to kiss him? One would think the circumstances might make that unlikely. But the look in her eyes, the tone in her voice, her gentle touch… All of it told him that’s what she wanted. And without her even asking, as if it was just what came naturally, Nobu started to slowly lean toward Eileen to try to kiss her!

Eileen couldn't believe how well her false signals were working. With but a flash of eyelids and a change of tone, she had made the man before her akin to a puppy crying for a treat. All she had to do was keep this up, and the match would be all hers to control. A win in the match would be made all the more sweeter a victory if Eileen barely had to lift a finger, let alone break a sweat.

Pulling a suggestive gaze as she stared deeply into Nobu's eyes, she couldn't resist audibly purring at how much Nobu had come under her spell; demonstrated clearly when her foe went in for a kiss. Applying a little more force into her hands, she'd allow the man to move an inch or two closer, before trying to put a stop to it. Albeit, the closer distance did allow for a more sensual, personal moment...

"Hey...where's your patience...you don't just run into the best part... Rolling her eyes in what appeared to be a playful manner, Eileen slowly lowered the hand to Nobu's chin, before seemingly caving in, moving towards him as if to deliver the kiss he sought!

Right before her other hand came in. Chopping right on the poor boys Adams apple.

Nobu was as much a comedian as he was a wrestler, if not more so the former than the latter. Making people laugh was his passion. And, despite trying to convince Eileen to the contrary, he had absolutely been planning on getting the packed crowd tonight to laugh at her expense. They would indeed be laughing. But, not quite for the same reasons Nobu might’ve hoped…

“Guh!!” he suddenly gasped out when Eileen’s hand chopped right against his throat, cutting off what seemed like an inevitable kiss! The surprise of it caused his body to jolt and stumble back, before he tripped on his own feet and fell onto his ass, with the ropes behind him being the only thing keeping him from falling completely onto his back.

The roaring laughter of the fans echoed throughout the arena, all the while poor Nobu was just busy trying to get a handle on what just happened, and why he went from being an inch away from kissing one of the hottest women he’d ever met to sitting on his ass and looking like the complete fool he was.

A chop to the throat was always effective, given that simply put, you couldn't train your neck. Just how effective simply depended on stance and preparation for the hit.

With that been said, Eileen simply couldn't predict how hard the chop seemingly hit Nobu. She'd twist her hand as if to examine the side that had made contact, apparently making sure the side of her palm wasn't coated with something.

Apparently not.

With the roar of the crowd not so much directed for Eileen, but simply against Nobu, the red haired queen would step forward, that ever persistent swagger to her hips visible. The crowd behind her would be given quite the view, to put it mildly.

Extending a hand, Eileen's face had assumed that of someone in genuine concern, as she seemingly looked to help Nobu find his feet!..


..If only he knew.

Nobu’s mind was all over the place right now. From collecting his senses after the sudden chop and stumble he’d taken to figuring out what the whole deal with the kiss was about, to why he’d just stood there like an idiot once she noticed his hand buzzer. And he was just about to start scrambling to his feet, when the sight of Eileen approaching effectively froze him in place.

It wasn’t that he feared the woman, nor that he expected anything in particular from him. In fact, more than anything else it was his utmost curiosity over what she was doing that made him seemingly instinctively wait to find out...well, that and the hypnotic sway of her perfect hips. God he could watch that on a loop all day…

And while he had no idea what was going on in her mind, the last thing he expected was for her to offer a hand to help him up. Did she suddenly feel bad for chopping him in the throat? Well, whatever the case, everything in her expression said she meant no harm. So, the boy reached his hand out and accepted hers, taking the apparent help she was offering as he started to try to push himself back up to his feet.

“Eheh, uh...thanks?” he said through an awkward smile, still not quite sure what to make about any of this.