Eileen Sommers vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Fairer Sex

Dmitri felt fortunate. At first.

It took some serious working, but he managed to get his leg free of Eileen’s grip, saving himself for what would’ve likely been a very painful time. Maybe he could handle her on the floor, maybe he could just use pure superior strength to get over on her, maybe he had nothing to worry about...but he wasn’t of a mind to risk it if he didn’t have to.

So, he was free. But even so, he couldn’t get to his feet as fast as she could, and that turned out to be a serious problem.

He looked up to see her jumping towards him, and he only registered the position of her feet when it was too late to do anything about it, when she coming right down on his with both heels. Eileen probably didn’t weigh all that much, likely about 140ish, but at the end of the day, when all that weight was getting pounded into one spot, it hardly mattered. It was too much for him to take.

He jackknifed on impact, nearly folding in half around her boots as the sharp pain tore through him. His body took on a mind of its own and went it spasm, flopping off to the side as inhuman noises flew from his mouth.

Connecting with all the power she intended to, Eileen would to her luck find herself falling to but one knee rather than outright tumbling after landing on Dmitri. Dark smile to her mug, she'd turn and spot her foe wheezing after the move, unable to resist being overcome with satisfaction.

Given she had just forced a great deal of air out of Dmitri, Eileen opted to continue in said path to gain a victory through leaving her foe breathless. Both fighters were now starting to greatly tire, but a part of Eileen sensed Dmitri still had a little left in him before that inevitable attempt at a finish.

She'd try to see to that issue rather quickly, and simply. Nudging Dmitri flat to his back with her foot, she'd seemingly look to sit on her foes lap.

Right before pulling Dmitri upwards somewhat, so that his face would find a rest in her sizeable breasts, arms wrapping to ensure a escape wouldn't come easy.

Dmitri felt like he’d been stabbed. Granted, he’d never actually been stabbed in his life, thankfully, but if he had to imagine what that felt like, he couldn’t help but think it would be something like this - raw, searing pain, going so deep that it cut through the surface and reached organs that had never even felt pain before, so bad that it seemed to come out through the other side.

Every movement he made seemed to make it worse, and he wanted to just lay down and stay there. Eileen, however, had other ideas. More sensual ones.

Dmitri was confused at first when she straddled him and leaned forward, but it all became clear when he was put in a very familiar situation - his face, snuggled between a woman’s breasts, with him unable to draw breath.

Pain or not, he knew how deceptively dangerous this hold could be, and he immediately went into a struggling fit, turn his head left and right, thrashing about in an attempt to knock Eileen off and earn a moment of freedom and fresh air.

Sat upon her foes lap, Eileen's body may have been tense but her face was anything of the sort. She didn't take satisfaction from the fact Dmitri in someway may have been enjoying the manoeuvre, simply taking solely her own gains from it instead. Mainly, the fact the even though Dmitri would undoubtedly soon escape, he would do so hopefully with a few extra shades of red to his cheek.

That, and the fact that no matter what she had done in the match so far, the audience would now shift in favour of the Queen. After all, it was hard to hate a busty wrestler who implored a smother.

"Know your place..." Eileen smirked, making sure to whisper almost in a sensual fashion. Again, she sensed Dmitri's escape was a matter of when, not if. The real question being, what shape the man would be in when such time came.

Dmitri used to think breast smothers were stupid - at least, from the standpoint of an actual wrestling match. While he certainly could see the appeal for a man with having his face nestled between two soft orbs like that, it didn’t seem like a plausible way to win a match.

He believed that, too, right up until the moment he’d been knocked out with one.

Granted, in that particular instance, a body scissor had been involved, but the theory still applied. He knew he was in danger, here, that he could be defeated in this most humiliating of ways, and that made him desperate.

He was starting to fade, growing weaker, and he knew his time was short. He reached up and pushed against Eileen’s chin with both his hands, trying to make some space between them, before he posted with his legs and attempted to roll them over, hoping to get on top of her for a pin.

The fact that Eileen had locked in this manoeuvre with zero intention to finish Dmitri with it wouldn't be changed even if her foe was reduced to a bumbling, drooling mess. She wanted to wear him down, and fully intended to 'punish' Dmitri more so even if the man passed out.

Her own arms would purposefully lock a little less tight given it seemed Dmitri was soon ready to be taken advantage of, her smug laughter all the more louder as he pried at her chin. It didn't occur to her until her frame was already in motion that her foe wasn't actually trying to shove her head back to the point of discomfort, but actually roll her body flat to the canvas for the pin attempt.

By then, her shoulders were already to the mat, quickening their release in effort to shove her foe off, as the referee had already begun to motion.

"Cheeky little..."

"ONE!"

Dmitri wasn’t known for being crafty, but he’d vainly hoped that the little reversal would work, help him pull this win out of nowhere. He’d had some hope, too, when her heard the slap of the mat and the call of referee from within Eileen’s deep cleavage.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work nearly as well as he would’ve liked, with her managing to get her shoulder up before he could hope for a win. It succeeded in getting him free, yes, and saved him from suffocating in marshmallow hell, but that was only a temporary solution.

Dmitri flopped over to his back and started sucking in deep lungfuls of air, too winded to do much else at the moment. His stamina was decent, but the match itself and the oxygen deprivation left his body starved for energy, and he’d need a few moments before he could get into the fight again.

Whether Eileen had the strength in her to push free quickly became moot, as both a mediocre shove by the redhead combined with Dmitri's desire for freedom meant the pin was quickly broken. Arms falling wide for a moment, Eileen would let herself pant out for but a second in frustration; the match evidently not the domineering squash she so often desired. Rolling herself up to her knees, she'd find Dmitri in similar position, albeit evidently taking a little longer than herself.

Needing a few seconds more for a forceful continuation of her assault, Eileen would instead opt for...something else.

Clambering onto all fours, the crowd watching in both amazement and bewilderment, Eileen soon began to crawl towards Dmitri like a lover; her pace, gaze and body posture all screaming of such.

Ideally, such a move would allow her to regain the top spot back on her opponent. Ideally, leaving him completely confused in the process.

Dmitri was expecting a few things, as he laid there with his back on the mat and his eyes fixed to the ceiling.

He was wide open, and Eileen had already proven rather merciless when it came to that sort of thing. He was thinking she’d try to lock him in some sort of submission hold again, and at this point, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to get out of it. He was fairly far from the ropes. Running low on energy. Depending on what she locked him, there was little chance of him making the great escape.

What she actually did, though, he wasn’t expecting. He couldn’t have.

”What-” He looked down his body with astonishment as Eileen began to crawl over him, a lioness crawling over her wounded prey. He could feel her body brushing over his, her breasts sliding across his lap, her legs moving over his thighs.

So close. Too close. It left him mesmerized. For a couple of reasons, really. ”Wait, what are you-”

If anything, the fact that Dmitri was wide open made Eileen's choice of 'assault' all the more sensual. It had already become clear in the match so far that Dmitri was the finer fighter in terms of physique and power, but even the strongest of men would be helpless when the situation turned against them, much like now. Had it been anyone else with such an advantage, they would of again likely opted to do what damage they could, likely with the intention of removing the mans incredible kicking arsenal from him altogether with a few well place strikes or holds. Or simply work on damage already delivered, like the firm scissors that felt to be a life time ago.

Instead, Eileen merely crawled, as if she had been thrown to the other side of the bed by her lover. Her outfit certainly fit the scenario; the audience was given as much of a treat with their view of her perfect rear raised so highly as the man before Eileen was with such a stellar view of her cleavage. Eileen knew exactly what she was doing.

None of this was by accident.

Her own eyes rolling down to the impressive set that now slid across his covered abdomen, Eileen rolled her eyes up evidently showing she cared not for such contact. Her lips pouting just a touch, Eileen's gaze would turn a little askew upon meeting Dmitri's own, fully intending to create a lustful gaze directed so closely at the man.

"What does it look like...silly..." Once more changing her persona at the drop of a coin, Eileen had gone from confident empress, to frustrated child, to now succubi all in the space of a ten minute dark match.

And now, if all went to plan, Eileen would gain a dominant position sat upon Dmitri's stomach, legs straddling him with gaze again teasing.

All without a inch of force.