After Dark Showdown (For Killcarrion)

"Aughh....yeah that's good...." Johnny groaned in reply.

He had to admit being pressed face first into the Russian's cleavage almost took the sting out of the crushing knee into his breadbasket. Almost. Still, between the view and the struggle to get his breath back, the Texan really didn't put up much of a struggle as he was held, pants of air gusting over down the valley between her breasts.

But then the moment came to an end as Krystyna used the handholds of his soft, dark hair to whip him over her shoulder, with a loud yell, to land right on his keister. It was a good hairmare, better than anybody from his class had done earlier, at any rate.

"Ow-ow-ow...really, hair pulling?" he teased even as he shook his head, sitting in front of Krystyna. As bad as the position was, he was still, getting the last of his breath back....

While the stinging sensation on her cheek from Johnny's stiff right cross was starting to fade away, the lasting implications would last indefinitely longer. Thanks to Johnny's boxing prowess and nonexistent aversion towards socking her in the jaw, Krys was gleefully riding high off that daredevil and thrill-seeking compulsion of hers now that she felt that hint of danger.

And nothing else made Krys more excited to throwdown with the gentleman cowboy.

Counterbalancing Johnny's weight in the judo flip was done with smooth efficiency thanks to her nightmarish training with the Kremlin, the disoriented cowboy now propped up before her and offering a grumbling complaint to the mistreatment of his poor, poor hair. Krys offering Johnny a foreboding chuckle before collapsing to her knees and snugly pressing herself against him from behind. Her soft chest mushrooming against his broad back while her arms coiled around him in her snake-like embrace.

"In zat case, I should probably warn you. I intend for their to be much hair-pulling before our time together is complete~..." Krys sensually uttered in her thick Russian brogue, her cheek warmly nuzzling against Johnny's along with her legs slowly wrapping around his waist.

As the Russian coiled herself around him, Johnny felt the heavy weight of her breasts as they pressed into his back. Although the Texan had been in all sorts of matches, against a wide range of beauties in the AFW, he had to admit, he was hard pressed to find one that was the combination of sensuality and danger that was Krystyna. He had to work hard to not get lost in the feeling of her body pressed against his, and remember just how capable the blonde was of being able cause pain with that sinuous body of hers, as those legs wrapped around his midsection.

Turning his face towards Krys' after she spoke, his lips were teasingly close....

"Mmm, don't start anything you can't finish..." he said softly, his breath gusting over her lips.

Then the Texan began to stand up, getting back to his feet with his Russian burden still coiled around him. If he could rise back to a standing position, Johnny would then lunge backwards into the nearest corner slamming Krys between the turnbuckles and his body!

For all of her embellished loathing and vocalized resentment towards the gentleman cowboy, very little of those anguished feelings were currently at the forefront of Kry's mind. Especially now that she was in direct control of the match and gradually entrapping him in her seductive embrace, coiling her legs around his waist while whispering hints of his future into his ear. Various lengths of rope would be needed to tie him to the bed firstly, Kry's plans for Johnny involving all manner of bindings and assorted "tools" before their night together was finito~...

The idea of his muscled frame writhing beneath her was making her hum sweet vibrations as she locked her ankles around his waist, the cowboy may or may not realizing that her next maneuver would be much less pleasurable. It involved cranking his neck back while choking him out with a dragon sleeper... but regardless of whether he saw through her plans or not, Krys would find herself heaved on his back in wide-eyed perplexion. The Emerald Viper instinctively holding onto him tightly as he stampeded back with ramming force into the corner turnbuckle.

"OOOPH!!" Expelling all the air in her lungs from being squashed between his broad back and the pads behind her, Krys slumped into the corner with her groaning head tilted down. Assigning each hand to clench onto the top ropes as her legs slumped down from Johnny's waist.

Johnny had to admit, Krystyna could paint a very vivid picture with her seductive words. He didn't even know all the knots and bindings she described, and he had grown up on a ranch, working with rope! But, he managed to keep his mind (mostly) on the task at hand.

After managing to drive Krys back into the corner, he turned to face the Russian, keeping himself pressed up against the blonde.
"Hmm, that's all well and good," he drawled, his lips close to hers. "But after all that talk of rope, you should know, I like a more.....hands on approach."

As he spoke, Johnny ran his hands down her back, eventually cupping them around the firm muscles of her rear, while he sensually ground his pelvis into her own. However much he enjoyed the feeling of their bodies pressed and grinding against each other, the Texan did have a purpose that he was trying to distract the Russian from. He would use his hold on Krystyna's ass to lift her up, trying to set her down on the top turnbuckle, his arms around her waist. From there, he would step up to second turnbuckle, drawing close to her, inviting those legs around his waist with a light whisper, lips coming teasingly close again.....

before suddenly leaping backwards off the turnbuckles, while trying to take the Russian with him! As they fell, Johnny would twist his body, putting Krystyna under him, as he went for a top rope spinebuster with a rather seductive set up!

Slumping against the corner with her arms draped over the adjacent ropes, Krys remained relatively docile from what was a rather unexpected turn of events. Johnny's annoying penchant for brute-forcing his way out of her constricting grasps showing itself once more, the Emerald Viper inwardly admitting she had perhaps let her daredevil trigger and inner lust for sensual satisfaction get the better of her...

Any attempts to motion out of the corner were quickly hampered by Johnny's toned physique pressing down on her. The smooth contours of her curvaceous frame weighed down heavily by the infuriatingly handsome cowboy now vividly painting his own picture through his sensually spoken words.

Not many were as intimately familiar with Johnny's magical fingers as Krys was, those very hands now cupping her plump backside to start elevating her upward. The memories of that impromptu massage therapy along with the prodding bulge grinding against her crotch were all keeping Krys too flustered to offer much of a response, or notice herself being setup for what was about to be a rather impactful wake-up call.

"HUGH!!" Krys ended up noticing her precarious position one second too late, the Russian espionage agent gasping sharply and widening her eyes from the swift turnaround that came before her being slammed back down to the canvas. It was a horrendously impactful splash that had Krys meekly groaning afterward with her limps splayed wide and to her sides. The sharp-eyed and venomous serpent now rendered rather motionless, and actually appeared rather peaceful with her panting head tilted to the side...

After delivering Krystyna back first into the canvas, Johnny stood up and gazed down on the fallen Russian. She looked almost angelic, the way she laid on the mat, but the Texan knew what she was capable of.

Deciding to try and wear down the blonde's resistance on the mat, Johnny made a choice on a hold to use. It would be effective....and the fact it involved keeping them closely pressed together was an added plus, if he was being honest with himself.

"In our last match, I noticed, you have a thing for headscissors....well, allow me to share one of my favorite uses for my legs...." he said as he began to set up his hold.

Pulling Krys up into a sitting position by her hair, Johnny would sit behind her, crossing his legs around her middle in a bodyscissors, his torso pressing into her back. An arm would snake under her jaw, securing her head in a chinlock to keep it restrained. But he was careful to make sure his arm wasn't around her throat, keeping it from being a choke. It was both a nod to the rules of the wrestling ring, and a decision to make sure Krys was able to focus on the sensation of having her ribs and stomach compressed by his strong legs.

"Mmm, see how nice and snug you are, sitting with me like this...?" Johnny would say softly into her ear. "I can hold you like this all night if I need to..."

Sweaty, disheveled, and perhaps the only time Krys could be mistaken for angelic without her surly attitude or venomous demeanor to counter that assumption, the Emerald Viper remained splayed out from what was a rather harsh top rope spine buster. Johnny once again proving himself to be just as much a competent wrestler as he was an infuriatingly handsome adversary, and one who was clearly not above laying down some harsh punishment to go along with his sensual teasing.

A strategy that Kyrs was continuing to be subjected to as she was raised up by her hair before being tightly bound in in his muscled grasps with rock hard thighs bearing down on her waist with a brawny arm slotting under chin. She was still to rattled from the slam to resist much of the application of the hold before it was already too late. Being wrangled and toyed around with like this by the Texan ranch hand was embarrassing enough without the creeping knowledge that she was quite flustered by this point, reddened cheeks and a sensual groan escaping her lips from Johnny's teasing words and sweaty torso bearing down on her.

She scrunched her face and concentrated deeply before coming up with an idea of her own. One that started with her bending her legs and pushing off of them until Johnny was on his back, their shifted positions being exactly what Krys needed.

"Nnngh...are you zure...ngh...you vouldn't mind me, on top?" Krys whispered herself, only now with her plump back side rubbing against his crotch. With gyrating motions against his member along with her hand gently caressing his cheek being the next part of her plan as she spoke.

Krystyna suddenly pushed back against Johnny, draping herself over him as he was made to lay back on the mat.

The Texan steeled himself for what he believed was going to be an attempt to power out of the hold, only to feel Krystyna's fingers soothingly rubbing down his cheek. Then, she began to rub her firm, large rear back against him. Johnny felt himself harden in his spandex, his erect length easily felt by the blonde.

"Oh, not at all...." he groaned in reply to Krystyna's whisper.

Never one to simply be passive, one of Johnny's hands slid down the Russian's front, rubbing her left breast over the sports bra she wore. Then it would deftly slide up under the bottom of the garment, squeezing the orb sensually as his fingers teased the nipple that capped it.

In spite of knowing how dangerous she was, (or maybe because he did) Johnny's lust for Krystyna was impossible to ignore. But for the moment, he remained on his guard, the bodyscissors still trying to wear away at her as he tried to use pleasure to distract the vixen from her purpose, as well as indulge in his own desires for the woman's lush body...

It was for potential moments like these that Krys was immensely thankful that this little spat between them was kept behind a locked door with several feet of sturdy chains for extra privacy. Now she wouldn't have to put up with her fellow espionage agents' snarky remarks and teasing from seeing her get corralled and effectively neutralized by a mere civilian...

...or how she was apparently enjoying the treatment. The sultry and sweaty warmth that came from being in this close proximity to Johnny with his chiseled muscles squeezing down on her was keeping her more placid than the actual effect of the constricting holds. It was a submissive sensation that was compounded when Johnny's coarse hand began gently kneading her soft, supple chest between his fingers. Johnny's experience in Sex Wars perhaps explaining why Krys found herself gradually melting from his manhandling, the stiffening of her nipple and hummed vibrations against her lips being further evidence of just that.

Krys shut her eyes to the world which arching her slender back slightly before feeling the poking and prodding against her plump backside. Holding back a sly snicker from sensing how quickly she had gotten Johnny to stand at attention, Krys did get an idea from it. By taking Johnny's hand from her bosom and guiding it to her face, Krys would take his index finger and tilt it into her mouth. With the luscious suckling on his digit, it should be easy for Johnny to make the connection between what she could be potentially be doing for him if he were to be so kind in loosening up on his bodyscissors~...