John Carnaby vs Zoey Hamilton - A lesson in patience

Those who watched a lot of John's matches or faced him more than once would attest to the young man's style which mostly adhered to classical submission wrestling, a stark contrast to his boss's pure powerhousing and Lucy's explosive strikes. John was hoping to keep Zoey locked down here, she'd proven to be a rather bratty opponent. Here he could make the bluenette fight at his pace, and keep that mouth of her tasting the canvas. It wasn't soap but it'd be the next best thing John reasoned.

That said however John hadn't expected Zoey to do what she did, if there was one thing that the young man would reluctantly admit it was that Ms Hamilton thought and fought outside the box. Zoey rocked the boat and tackled the master of creation to the ground, the crouched posture helping in that regard for the bluenette. "W-Woah!" John shouted as he landed on his backside, this had to be the 3rd time at least in this match Zoey had done this on him.

Again Zoey trash talked, trying to play as the sweet girl teasing him as if he'd been the one who set the situation up. The suddenness of it all jarred John, not to mention the natural reaction of having a woman brush up against him in such a way. The closest that this had happened to him in some time. Before John could make a retorting remark Zoey pressed down on him and placed his head into the deep, sweet smelling valley of her chest.

Many a man would probably envy John's position, but the young man knew that he didn't want to be here. His face would be red as got flustered, though Mr Carnaby wasn't going to lie there. This was a match and He used his free arms to deliver hard shots to her open ribs to hopefully get Zoey to back off, while John admired a woman's breasts now wasn't the time or place!

Zoey rarely ever managed to lock her opponent in such a position, so she would be wearing a cocky smirk as she managed to trap a male wrestler between her breasts, although it did bring her a slight blush since she was more used to doing this to girls than guys. The Scot would be surprised to find that her opponent wasn't quite enjoying the hold too much though, a realisation that would come to her in the form of a stiff blow to the ribs.

"A-hoi!" Zoey would yell out, before then growling as another stiff punch was driven right into her ribs and unwillingly losing some of her control over the hold as she tried to brace herself for more hits and recover from the last few. In a rare moment of competence the Scottish lass would realise she couldn't maintain this smother, and would instead attempt to grasp onto his shoulders and push herself backwards onto his body, trying to land on his crotch with a quick bounce.

" You'd think the master of creation would love such a masterfully crafted pair of breasts " Zoey would tease, before then trying to grasp his wrists to hold them against the mat, bending her body forward and looking down at the man as he got a more distanced but still close view of her bust. Unfortunately even if the bluenette was successful in pinning his wrists to the mat the man could still easily move his shoulders, which meant that she couldn't pin from this position even if she could restrain him.

Zoey couldn't held but blush though as she felt the man's crotch against her behind, causing her to slightly shuffle and squirm atop his manhood, as if she expected it to just disappear as she used hear rear to try and angle it in a different direction, although it would be more likely to have the opposite effect.

Meanwhile if Zoey was undisturbed the crowd would start to get rowdy, clearly being excited by Zoey's accidental teasing of the man's crotch. The bluenette didn't consider herself much of a pervert though and would just ignore them, after all it was somewhat unavoidable in a mixed match, although her inexperience in such matches would be clear by how horribly she was handling it.

John didn't go into hitting his opponents with hard strikes like that, just didn't seem as refined as the classical technical holds that he could execute with grand precision. Still Zoey was warranting this, even if she was cradling John's head in the middle of her grand cleavage when many would crave for. But John knew she wasn't doing this to make him a happy man, Zoey was likely going to rub this in literally and figuratively given her previous words. Her response to the hits was what John wanted eventually, even if her trying to brace herself meant she was nearly trying to eclipse John's head in her mashmallow valley.

Finally though Zoey took the hint that she should quit this endeavour, using John to sort of springboard off and move upwards. Allowing the master of creation to finally breathe though he grunted after Zoey landed on his crotch area, the ref moved seeing that John's shoulders were on the mat. But thanks to the current position John kept them lifted, that was the least of his concerns however. Zoey continued to rub it in for the master of creation, leaning in to tease him with her gorgeous valley. But Zoey seemed to realise something, namely that she was just sitting on John's crotch area.

And Zoey began to ground down on John's privates, it was just before that moment John also felt a bit flustered. He was no stranger to this position, but this wasn't the time or the place.....but it did feel good. In any other time the young man would have been happy to lay with a lady like this. But John needed to focus! If Zoey knew her voluptuous curves was getting to the master of creation in this way she'd never let him hear the end of it, he needed to get out of this. And fast before his hormones made him lose his concentration.

"Get off! Get!" John grunted out as he rocked the boat, trying to buck Zoey off of him. It wasn't the best sort of way and in fact looked even more dubious, but there wasn't any nice feelings between the pair if anyone had paid attention. If John could get just one wrist free he'd harshly shove Zoey off and crawl a bit before making to stand back up, normally John wasn't one to fall for mind games like this. But Zoey was really starting to get under his skin in more ways than one at this point.....

Zoey would continue squirming as she tried to hold her opponent against the mat, his bucking and struggling wouldn't exactly make it an easy mission though, and neither would his nether regions which the bluenette was currently rubbing herself up against and bouncing on as she tried to keep him down. Before long though John would succeed in his goal, eventually managing to shove Zoey backwards so she ended up just below his legs.

" H-hey! Don't treat me like a pest!" Zoey would respond, getting very irritated at her opponent's dismissive grunts, which almost made her seem like an animal that had invaded the man's lawn. Although truthfully the bluenette had been invading something else and likely didn't seem too sophisticated at the moment so it was an easy comparison to make.

John would then get up to his feet pretty quickly, clearly eager not to end up underneath the Scot again. Zoey on the other hand would be a bit slower than she would have wanted, having to do a slightly awkward backward roll due to the momentum of the shove, before then noticing the master of creation working his way up onto his feet. The bluenette may have lost what little control she had, but regardless Zoey didn't want to let up when her opponent was obviously still somewhat flustered, so she would mirror her opponent as she tried to push against the mat and move into a standing position.

If John didn't act first then Zoey would try to continue her offence, flinging her body towards her opponent's and trying to drive her forearm into the man's head as her body crashed into his chest and she somewhat leaned against the man for momentary support, before then stumbling backwards a few steps. The Scot wasn't tired this early in the match, but she wasn't exactly the most nimble and that would be clear in her likely powerful, but unpolished and reckless blow.

John certainly did consider Zoey a pest at this point, she just wasn't taking the hint. This brat was being worse than Lucy, John until now hadn't thought that to be such a thing. The master of creation was confident that he'd prevail, Zoey was rough around the edges. More stronger than she let on sure, but John had the better technique. But it was just getting there, Ms Hamilton was still able to flip it around for her benefit. It was getting pretty bloody annoying, because this brat could possibly even wrangle a win right out from under the master of creation if she got lucky. And this was supposed to be John's chance to shine after his blunder last year!

"Well your bloody acting like one!" John shouted as he finally bucked the bluenette off of him, Zoey might have enjoyed her controlling the young man on top. But this wasn't the time or place, John's facial features were flustered but he was more annoyed than anything else. If Zoey knew that she had gotten to the master of creation like that she'd probably not let him hear the end of it, gritting his teeth as he got back up. Heck Zoey was arguably one of the few people that could say they had the title of getting under John's skin.

Zoey moved to get some distance, but John had a feeling she was abiding by the Scottish mindset of search and destroy. And lo and behold Zoey was running in with a launching forearm right at him! John got himself grounded and ready to handle it, the master of creation seeking to shift his body so his back was more facing the bluenette and he'd grab Zoey's arm and let the momentum do the rest by throwing her right over his shoulder and take her down to the mat with a hard toss! John was no slouch on defence as he'd shown before, countering was another forte of his too!

Zoey may be somewhat flawed both as a person and as a wrestler, but if there was one thing she was good at it was carelessly firing off blow after blow in the form of both strong strikes and vicious mockery. By the sounds of things it seemed like she was having some success, John no longer being able to keep himself composed as he finally started to get irritated by the Scottish lass' antics.

" I can't help it, you're just too easy! " Zoey would respond after being rather roughly thrown off of the master of creation. Truthfully she was lying entirely, if anything John was likely the opponent she had put the most effort into driving to the point of incurable irritation, she would applaud his patience if it didn't go against her self set goal from early in the match.

Then Zoey would attempt to back up her bark, she had achieved the goal of firing off enough verbal offence to break through his mental fortress and now it was time to try and take on the task of beating the man down physically. 

Unfortunately it seemed that her newest set goal was going to be just as difficult as her last one, Zoey's strike may have been reckless, but it was actually quite quick for one of her attacks. While the Scottish woman's focus in the ring was in offence it was clear that John's was defence, as he managed to combine both his strength and speed into a well timed and skillful counter.

As soon as Zoey's arm had been caught and she was pressed against his back there was precious little the less technique sound wrestler could do in response. With a surprised yelp the bluenette would be thrown over John's shoulder in a judo like throw, her back colliding hard with the mat and making a loud thud that would probably be quite satisfying for John to hear after all the grief Zoey had given him previously in the match.

John was no stranger to getting smack talked at him, he rarely did it himself but often it would be in relation to how good he was and then back it up. John usually let his boss do the talking, the master of creation was meant to be the right hand man. Now though he was really wishing Lucy was here, Zoey was making her seem tame in comparison. Zoey was starting to get at John, he was keeping his cool as best he could. Mr Carnaby knew that he could out move her, few could compete with John in the submissions/grappling department. But it was just that even when the young man got going Zoey would wriggle out and at least talk smack to him.

Still John heard the resounding noise that Zoey made when she got Judo flipped right to the mat, John just had to let momentum do the work and the Scot did the rest. After that Mr Carnaby sighed as he took a step back, that ought to teach her a lesson. Thought that was doubtful, if anything it'd only irritate Ms Hamilton further. Well tough luck.

The master of creation would try to get down low and prep Zoey upwards again, John was no stranger to lifting his opponent up. A submission would be a good thing, but something told Mr Carnaby he'd be better off using his grappling game. Once John got Zoey up to a vertical enough position he'd try to wrap his arms around her torso and send her flying with a released German suplex!

Zoey had managed to irritate John, but she hardly had the time to celebrate as the aggravated master of creation showed of his artistic talent in a picture perfect beat down of the Scot, sending her barrelling into the cold mat with a skillful Judo flip, much in contrast to the bluenette's brawling style. As well as a quick yelp the oldest Hamilton sister would also let out a long groan, her opponent would quickly put the pressure on Zoey again as he hoisted the smaller wrestler up onto her feet.

Zoey would pretty quickly get the idea of driving her head back into John's nose in yet another headbutt, but unfortunately her body wouldn't have the time to act on her plan before the master of creation lifted her upwards from behind her. Then before the bluenette could even fully register what was happening she would be blasted into the canvas, letting out a pained roar as her back slammed into the mat and the momentum caused the small bluenette to perform a slightly sloppy backwards roll before groggily rolling onto her back and panting as she looked up at the ceiling of the arena.

Zoey couldn't really get any words out at the moment as she was laid out on the mat from the consecutive slams, even if she could manage to speak loudly in her current state her brain wouldn't have been able to come up with her usual witty response that John had likely grown accustomed and sick of. The bluenette wasn't going to let herself be grounded for too long though, the main reason the unskilled Scot managed to last in long bouts against opponent's much larger, stronger, faster and more skilled than herself was due to her exceptional endurance, it would take much more than this to keep Zoey down long enough to get the win.

John knew that if he could just keep things up like this Zoey would have to admit defeat, she could get into his head all she wanted. John knew his wrestling ability was better, having trained under the paragon of Britain himself. The master of creation was no rookie anymore, he was a former title holder dammit. He shouldn't be falling for Zoey's words like some punk in high school, regardless of the mind games though John stuck to his guns. Ms Hamilton might have some power behind her, but the master of creation's tough regime meant he had the muscle advantage.

He sat up and sighed, Zoey was going to need to be worked over a bit more John felt. She was persistent to be sure, but John was no stranger to dealing with durable opponents. His gameplan helped him deal with them, John just had to keep his temper in check. With that in mind he checked on Zoey, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair before seeking to move in close towards the bluenette.

If John could get in he'd attempt to get on top of Ms Hamilton and hook a leg up to go for a pin attempt, with the length of the match thus far John felt like he could make a reasonable assumption that the force of his previous attack may earn him a victory. At any rate it was worth a try in his mind.....

Zoey's words so far hadn't quite pushed the master of creation over the edge, and all that the bluenette's efforts to throw him off his game so far had earned was a rough suplex that snapped her upper back and shoulders into the mat. It was a painful bump sure, but the Scot wouldn't be able to consider herself the biggest pain in the ass if this was enough to stop her annoying ways. After all she had already went against her earlier choice to be respectful for a change, so if she were committing herself to being a pain in the master of creation's pristine backside then she was going all the way with it.

As Zoey groaned and turned against the mat she would be surprised when John's body closed in on her own, grasping her leg and holding it up for a pin. Then like clock work the ref would immediately start her count, leaving Zoey as the only one who didn't seem to be in on her incoming defeat. 

" One! Two! Th-" The ref would call out, before the bluenette would finally flail the leg that her opponent had hooked and somewhat sitting up in the process before then lying back against the mat. Zoey hadn't lost, but she sure as hell had to use up more energy than she'd like to break out, especially since she'd prefer to have recovered properly from his last move beforehand.

" Hey! I'm not one of your fragile high class whores Mr big shot, it'll take more than that to tire me out " Zoey would joke as she yet again sat up, letting out a long groan as she did so and looked over to her opponent. Truthfully the eldest Hamilton was getting a little irritated that John hadn't snapped yet, ironically enough managing to irritate herself in her efforts just as much, or perhaps more as she was annoying her opponent.