After Dark Showdown (For Killcarrion)

Good day, Krystyna! I hope this email finds you well! How's your back? Anyway, I'm sending you this to send you the address for our little rematch. The terms are as follows: This will be a hardstyle hentai match, going until there is a pinfall or submission. And to make things interesting, the loser belongs to the winner the following evening. You can, of course, refuse, but then you'll lose a prime chance at payback. By the way, don't worry. Since this is our private little feud, there will be cameras, no audience. Just you and me....until one of us defeats the other.

Johnny Laurence stood inside the ring. His email challenge had continued on to give the Russian Krystyna Afineevsky directions to his small gym, located near the AFW'S main arena. The two of them had a heated rivalry....in more ways than one. Krystyna had used sex and seduction to trick Johnny before locking him in her head scissors finishing submission hold. In retaliation, after Johnny came across the blonde as she was awaiting a massage, the Texan had used his hands to sensually tempt and arouse her before revealing his deception, upping the ante. Now, shirtless and in a pair of black speedo wrestling briefs and black wrestling boots, he leaned in a corner awaiting Krystyna's arrival. He didn't doubt she was coming. She wasn't one to let an insult to her pride pass...

"This farce of rivalry has on gone for far too long. This will not be a day for payback, but due retribution. Prepare to experience pain the likes of which you have never felt before, Johnny. By the time we are done here, you will wish I wasn't so careless with my aim that day on the massage table. A combat knife in the back being a decidedly more pleasant way to end our time together than what I have in store for you on the day of our match and the following night when I will have you aaaaall to my lonesome. Until than...hugs and kisses towards my very special gentleman cowboy~..."



Krystyna's e-mail reply was decidedly more candid with how she felt towards the brash American who refused to leave her life, or leave her thoughts. The exceptionally deadly Russian espionage agent absolutely confused as to whether she wanted to strangle him with her bare hands...or have the most wildest, impassioned, sensual night of rock hard love making he had ever experienced. Maybe both to a certain degree, but one thing was for sure. Some type of resolution to her tempestuous feelings was going to happen tonight, and that promise of a clarity of mind was more than enough to have Krys look forward to this night.

Storming through the adjoining doors of the training room, Krys would immediately turn in place and shut the dual doors. Krys started fishing through her totebag for her steel chain and heavy duty security padlock out of her totebag. She used used both to thoroughly fasten the doors shut and prevent any wayward souls to interrupt their spar. Nothing was going to get in the way of Krys settling this matter once and for all.

Krys turned in place and resumed her driven march towards the ring, dressed in skin tight black leggings, training sneakers, and a black sports bra that showed off an eye catching amount of cleavage. Every firm step adding a bounce to her soft chest that may have distracted Johnny from her piercing emerald gaze centered solely on him. Once at ringside she seamlessly slid the tote bag off her shoulder and rolled under the ring, bouncing back up and stopping dead center in the middle of the ring. Fists clenched at her side and a look of pouty determination that could almost be mistaken for cute...

"And my back...iz just fine, no zanks to you.."

Johnny grinned at Krystyna as the Russian entered the training room, walking in through the doors. The woman was gorgeous...but a dangerous fighter. Or more accurately to Johnny's feelings, she was made all the more beautiful by the fact she was a dangerous fighter.

To his surprise, the Russian produced a length of chain and a padlock, and proceeded to chain the doors together. Well, that definitely would make sure they wouldn't be disturbed, even though Johnny thought the lateness of the hour would be enough to ensure privacy.

His brown eyes were on the blonde's green ones. Oh her body definitely got his attention, as he ran an appreciating gaze over her form. But, there was something else here. Johnny wasn't a sore loser usually, but being manipulated and tricked had stung his pride, and his repayment of that, he felt, was warranted. But, the matter wasn't settled. Attraction and rivalry was a dangerous, but tempting mix.

"Aw, Kryssy! After I treated you so nicely too." Johnny said in mock shock. Krys didn't seem like the type that liked to be called 'Kryssy'. Which of course was all the more reason to do it.

"Did you know, 'From Russia With Love' is my favorite of the old Bond movies?" he raised an eyebrow as he came out of the corner, carrying on a conversation as if they weren't about to start something that was a cross between a fight and a sexual rendezvous....

"I did not know that, nor do I care. And don't...call me Kryssy."

Krys lied, From Russia With Love being one of her favorite James Bond movies as well.

Casual conversation or not, Krys was hardly in a talkative mood. Especially with someone whom had already proven to have a knack for getting under her skin and distracting her. Whether it was through his obnoxious smile, carefree words, or his flawless physique that Krys took great pains in not averting her gaze towards. As idiotic as his pre-match banter was, it did allow her something else to concentrate on besides how his rippling muscles glistened in the fluorescent lighting...

Krys narrowed her eyes and thought back to their first encounter as they started to briefly circle the ring in tandem with one another, remembering full well how unexpectedly agile he can be, especially for someone with that much strength to back it up. She came into this underground spar with that knowledge at the forefront of her mind as it guided her opening gambit.

Once she felt they had encircled the ring, Krys would abruptly step forward in what was appearing to be an amicable lockup. But before Johnny could place one hand on her Krys would slyly duck forward and to his right. Hopefully out of his line of sight before rearing her leg back and striking the back of his knee to have him be slightly huddled over. Krys then applying a snug side headlock should all go according to plan.

Yup. She really didn't like being called Kryssy.

As they circled each other, Johnny decided to go ahead and give this event an official start. Putting up a hand he mimicked hitting a ring bell with it's tiny hammer.

"Ding....ding." he said.

With that, the two lunged in to lock up!

Well at least Johnny did.

The Russian suddenly moved off to the side, leaving nothing but empty space for Johnny to charge into. He caught himself quickly, but Krystyna was too quick, and too skilled to let even a brief moment of being off balance go to waste. The Texan found himself in a side headlock, giving a slight groan at the pressure on his skull. Still, her arm strength was nowhere as dangerous as the force she could generate with her legs.

Johnny turned towards the ropes and then placed his hands on Krys's hips, giving her a hard shove forward while yanking himself backwards, looking to escape her hold while sending her towards the ropes. The dark haired American would be ready to catch the hopefully rebounding Russian with a headlock of his own, but use it to try and flip Krystyna onto the mat with a side headlock takedown!

It stands to reason that Krystnya would by now know better to attempt to out muscle the burly cowboy stomping towards him. Someone of her build and frame would always need to get creative when engaging with musclebound meatheads, hence why her her specialty just so happened to revolve around crippling strikes and stifling chokeholds. Both methods of attack effectively evened out the playing field against her more brawny foes, and seemed to be doing her well at the offset of this match.

Her execution was sloppy though. She intended to catch Johnny around his neck to constrict his airway instead of pouring pressure on his thick skull, and she paid for her mistake by being shoved forward to the ropes and rebounding back towards Johnny. Whatever happening next coming as more of a blur that ended with her being slammed back down onto the canvas with Johnny responding to her headlock with one of his own. Except this headlock left her dazed, flat on her back, and the grinding sensation between her soft cheek against his chiseled pecs.

"Rrgh..." Krys groaned out loud from the take down counter, the Russian espionage agent panting gently with ragged breaths after the flipping impact. But no sooner than a few seconds later was Krys struggling to free herself. Gritting her teeth while her slender back arched upward to leverage Johnny's weight off of her while attempting to shove and squeeze her head free.

Getting Krystyna down to the mat was one thing. Keeping her there, Johnny knew from experience, was quite another. As if he needed another reminder of that, the Russian arched her back, shifting Johnny's weight off her enough so that she could escape out of the headlock.

Quickly, the Texan scrambled to his feet. He knew he had to keep pressure on the blonde, make sure she was on the defensive and try to keep her off balance. Krys was definitely one of the smartest fighters he had encountered, man or woman, and as such, he had to try to keep her off of her game plan.

"Think fast!" he called as he suddenly lunged forward. Switching from grappling to striking, he threw a driving left hook at the side of the Russian's head as she got to a standing position!

Partnering up against men twice the size as Johnny during her own sparring sessions back home in her motherland meant that Krys was more than accustomed to being out-muscled. Being flat on her back with a thick-headed goon weighing her down was one situation she was well-versed in overcoming...though while does muscle-brained oafs back home were twice as strong as Johnny, they were only half as handsome.

The distraction that came with being this heatedly close to Johnny was almost just as hard to fight as the cinched in headlock itself, the espionage agent overcoming at least one of those hurdles by demonstrating some flexibility on her part and squeezing her head free with a thankful inhalation of fresh air. Though no sooner was she back on her feet than she was greeted with an incoming warning along with an incoming fist.

"Oooph!!" Krys grunted out as her head whipped to the side from the jarring left hook right to her unprotected cheek, the Russian stumbling back a step while she nevertheless maintained her shaky footing. She raised her hand to her cheek, and turned to face Johnny with her steely emerald gaze...and a frightfully sinister smile. Feeling that competitive thrill of hers start to sparkle, Krys would than rush straight towards Johnny to attempt to respond in kind with a swift knee to his gut after clasping both hands behind his head.

"You're just not thinking fast enough, Kryssy." Johnny chided the Russian after he struck her, watching as she reeled back, a hand on her face.

But then the blonde locked eyes with him, a wicked look on her face, and that was when Johnny knew that Krystyna wasn't going to let that slide.

"Oh crap..." the Texan muttered as Krystyna suddenly rushed forward, catching him in a clinch. Before he could throw her off, she slammed a knee up into his stomach! The impact made him grunt in pain, some air escaping him in a hushed "Oomph...!"

Krys remained latched onto Johnny's scruffy mane after having impaled her knee into his abdomen. The Russian operative keeping his winded face teasingly shoved against her heaving chest well after the gut strike had hit home, his exhalation of air cascading against her tender cleavage as she smiled wickedly down at him.

"Fast enough for you?" Krys deviously uttered before twisting in place to situate his chin directly atop her shoulder. Her grip on his hair never wavering as she attempted a hair mare to flip Johnny overhead with a deep groan of effort. Hopefully bringing the handsome cowboy off of his feet and seated onto his backside before her.