Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

The combination of soft humming, hypnotic rubbing and, last but not least, boob-smothering were giving no chance to Ataru, putting to sleep his fighting spirit even before she would do the same with his body, literally lulling the trapped boy to slumberland.

Considering that, climbing on the ring tonight, his first self-incitement had been "Come on Ataru don't be a baby", he was not keeping up to his words so well at the moment, becoming limp like that from lack of air and the soothing spell of Amelie's cuddling.

The ref-girl picked the boy's limp wrist up and dropped it down, getting no response.
"ONE..."

And again.
"TWO...!".

In truth, Ataru could not even hear the count, nor the excited fans cheering for Amelie. All he was dimly aware of was th soft soothing rubbing, and the calm pace of Amelie's heartbeat as he drifted into sleep.

Amelie was intent on having her way with her foe no doubt, but such an early and dominant KO would only set up a great precipitant to do so. Simply put, if she put out Ataru here and now in such a way, the rest of the match would be but in the palm of her hand.

Thus, she tightened her embrace upon Ataru's skull, nearly making her poor opponents head disappear entirely between her great chest.

All the while, humming and rubbing, as if it was but a gentle cuddle...

Amelie seemed to be quite pleased by this 'cuddly time' with the sleepy boy. And surely Ataru had not hated being in the enveloping hug of her breasts too. That is, for the time he had been conscious enough to enjoy their exquisite softness.

Far from just losing the first round, Ataru was also losing considerable amounts of energy and stamina inthere as Amelie was happily taking the chance to render the cute boy all nice and weak for the rest of the match.
Held in Amelie's smothering embrace while she kept going with the somewhat motherly seductive humming and stroking, Ataru had drifted to sleep well before his limp little arm would drop to the mats for the third and final count.

"THREE...!", the ref-girl would finally go, having taken at least 20 seconds to complete the count.
The fans would burst out into a cheerful roar from the French vixen... while the only reaction from Ataru was a cute, muffled snoozing sound against her pillowy bosom. "Z-zzz.... x///x"

And just like that, control was deemed comfortably in Amelie's favour. The first point now given to her, Amelie couldn't help but giggle as she slid Ataru off her, noticeably feeling a cold rush of air to her breasts which had previously been covered with the boys face. Wiping the thin layer of drool Ataru left by no will of his own, Amelie would remain sat a while, hands to her side supporting her sit-up, as she watched the referee tend to her opponent in an effort to spur some life from him

"We have...so much more to do...my little sweet..." Amelie purred, nudging Ataru again with her foot, before once more sliding her foot slowly up and down his leg.

While the scoreboard awarded the first point to Amelie, Poor Ataru was taking a definitely not planned nap on the ring, twitching lightly as the French bombshell proceeded to tease and gently nudge him back into awareness with a tentative foot.
The audience was loving the motherly-seductress role that she was playing there, toying with her outmatched opponent in such non-violent yet utterly humiliating way.

"M-Mnnrr... not now... I don't wanna go to schoo.... uh? 0///0", the sleepy boy would squirm and mumble, still unaware of the surroundings until his blurry eyes blinked a few times, eventually focusing on the green-haired vixen standing over him in triumph.

"A-Amelie...???" His gaze would turn from the towering beauty to the scoreboard and next to Amelie's smile, his face turning all red as he finally realized that he had been literally cleavage-cuddled into losing the first round.

"Ahhh.. no way...! Did I just pass out i-in...??? 0///0" . Finally cowering back and trying to get up on unsteady legs, Ataru was out of words but the way he diverted his flushed gaze from Amelie's bouncy breasts said everything.
With the young Japanese still having a hard time trying to gather a resemblance of composture, the bell would ring, starting the 2nd round right away. He was awake after all, so why having the crowd wait for more enterteinement?

With the second round immediately underway and her prey now awoken, Amelie would finally peel her foot off Ataru. Bringing her hands to her sides, she'd slowly push herself up to her knees, before standing, giggling all the while.

"Nice of you to re-join me..."

Immediately upon finding her feet the French beauty would bend, arm to her hip as she gave the boy a healthy dose of her massive cleavage; almost a insulting tease given Amelie had forced the boy asleep in said breasts but a moment ago. She wouldn't pursue Ataru, but at the same time expected her foe to follow suite. Straightening up as she stepped back, Amelie raised a hand with finger wagging at her foe to rise, fully intending to make him do so regardless if he didn't of his own accord.

The body language could not be more clear than this in the early moments of this second round: Amelie looked like a sultry succubus luring a corner little boy into her treacherous embrace, taunting him with her confident poses and flashing him more than generous peeks on her amazing curves.

Quite the opposite, Ataru was nervous and cautious, quite visibly playing the unwilling role of the cute little male prey for the French vixen to captivate with the numerous charming weapons in her arsenal.

Ataru would have gladly taken a few little moments to revover his strenght and stamina but, nudged into making the first move by a provocating finger, he was left no other choice but to take the initiative.

"O-Ok... Here I come..!". Not prepared for any particular strategy yet, the Japanese boy would go for the simpliest move coming to his mind there: bouncing back into the ropes and springing forward to try a clothesline.

Maybe too direct and predictible? Certainly too slow, considering that such kind of "power-strike" required strong legs and a fast rush... but his legs still felt unsteady from the recent KO.

Amelie simply watched her 'pray' as Ataru rose, keeping her distance in case of a loose limb finding it's way towards her, whilst keeping close enough to goad and taunt the boy. Amelie still had near all her reserves of power and stamina remaining; where as she had quite literally just smothered the one across from her out. She'd hardly hurt him, but she couldn't imagine he was faring well given the state of his lungs.

Observing with keen eyes, Amelie would for the first time in the match adopt a more serious posture as Ataru went for the ropes behind him. Bending a little, the bigger French beauty would attempt to brace, extending her arms to not catch her foe, but simply resist when he came to her. With that arm extended in her direction, she'd struggle to do such as she barely managed to resist the clothesline, somewhat catching Ataru in a standing clinch as she used him to steady herself.

"Oohh..so eager for more.." Whispers from the French beauty would make their way to Ataru's ear, as Amelie couldn't resist throwing a wink at him!

Ataru was quite shocked at how Amelie remained basically unfazed after his clothesline. The French amazon had not bothered trying to dodge, counter or even block his clothesline: she had just absorbed the impact with her strong body and voluptuous curves, just clinging at him to brace herself and letting the flustrated boy know that at his actual level of strenght and stamina he could not bring her any harm.

"Y-You are wrong... I am just eager to win! 0///0", the young Japanese would reply with visibly flushed face. After being soothed down into defeat by her cooings and stroking, Amelie's sultry whispers alone were able to elicit such nervous reaction now.

Trying to shake off that nervousness, Ataru hinted at a bearhug but he hesitated, a warm blush rising to his cheeks when he realized how that hold would bring his face close to Amelie's large bouncy breasts: another weakness of Ataru that was ascribed to the smother-KO of the first round, and something that the French beauty could probably notice and use at her advantage.

Her nervous hesitation would grant Amelie sufficient time to take the initiative, while the boy decided to shift to a different move. If Amelie remained inactive, then Ataru would finally reach at one of Amelie's wrists willing to irish whip the bigger girl into the ropes.

Amelie kept her sultry gaze on Ataru as the two clinched, her voice almost a whispering purr as she sought to reduce the boy to mush with words alone. Of course if they failed, she'd obviously just resort to the large breasts atop her chest, that Ataru had already become greatly familiar with. Eyes rolling up from her foe for a moment, she'd give that same sultry gaze to the crowd, almost winking at the audience as she began to thoroughly enjoy her posture.

Keen to see what Ataru had in mind though, she'd offer little resistance as her foe pushed her towards the ropes, returning with her own arms wide and a confident look still to her face. She wouldn't exactly lunge at her foe upon return, but if Ataru failed to properly grasp her, he might find the French giant outright splashing into him upon return, busty-front first!