Nick Solem Vs. Eileen Sommers - Lamb To The Slaughter

The term 'jobber' was one that was taken somewhat curiously by the redheaded beauty Eileen Somers. In truth, whilst it was somewhat hypocritical given the redhead had yet to be pinned or submitted, she did not care for how well her male opponent did in terms of wins and losses. In fact, their physicality mattered absolutely squat to her. She only wanted their hearts, or more so their minds.

More specifically, wrapped around her little finger.

Emerging to her music that regarded a revolution, Eileen strolled upon the ramp, with new attire fitting a woman hoping to do just that. Nick Solem was to clearly be another step towards conquering Tension as a whole.

With hips barely contained in her brand new attire, Eileen purposefully gave the crowd no gaze as she descended the ramp. She would noticeably however, move slower than she usually did; evidently happy with her attire to the point she believed the audience needed a firmer tease, with a cat-walk of sorts to do so. Once upon the ring apron, after what seemed to be an eternity of slow walking, Eileen would not adopt her usual slow bend in order to find her feet in the ring. Rather, she'd face the ramp with either arm outstretched and gripping the top rope. Leaning her head back, the crowd would be left somewhat turning their heads as the figure stretched out before them, exposing each and every curve and muscle of her ridiculous frame, creating an eery silence. When mouths were no longer agape, Eileen would be flooded with her usual roars of approval, a dark smile on her lips as she found her way quickly into the ring.

Settling in the corner with a smug grin to face after her small handiwork, Eileen turned her head to the ramp, fully focused now. It was time to meet Nick, it seemed.

Everyone certainly got an eyeful of what Eileen was showing off. And soon, Nick would get presumably more than that. He wasn't dressed the flashiest, or had as...Seductive an entrance, but the always brave young man steps out onto the stage for a myriad of cheers to which he would think were for him to go at it and try to establish a record history with some sort of wins to it. Waving to the people as he made his way down the ramp, Nick would only speed up a bit more when seeing his opponent for the match tonight.

Whether cute or revealing to his character, Nick would climb into the ring rather clumsily and stumble once on the actual canvas. He fixes his black sweater and gives the woman a look down...And then up. And then a little repeat... "Hey!" He would call to her, giving her a nod of confidence, of which he always had."My name is Nick. Let's try to have a good time, although losing probably wouldn't be your definition of one..." He says with a small chuckle afterwards.

Where as Eileen was dressed to the nines as it were, and gave off all the vibrance of a special event, Nick's entrance was considerably more modest. The very aura of the man screamed of somewhat that seemed to be taking this affair a whole lot casually than Eileen was; something that itself frustrated the red haired beauty. The moment Nick had nearly fallen into the ring, she would step forward, as ever ignoring whatever words her opponent would soon pass upon her.

"Hmmm...yes...an idea for you..." She'd whisper, bending forward with finger outstretched, before pressing it somewhat sharply upon her foes chest, gaze confident as ever as she stretched herself forward.

"Be quiet...and I just might not break you..."

Nick wasn't known to be the flashy type. He didn't need to make a big entrace, although that was probably killing his overall image in the long run. Like he really cared about it so long as he was enjoying himself. He watches her approach him, showing herself off again. She stopped before him and began to speak, her voice falling gently over the man.

Nick makes the slightest grunt when he feels a finger land, or rather, poke on his chest. His eyes would slightly narrow as he looks from that finger back up to his opponent. "I don't think you could. Many have tried, and got frustrated with little results~" He chuckles, complementing his own endurance, which was high but not as high as he was trying to put on. "Your out fit seems very...Freeing. Miss..."

Eileen with minor effort maintained her composure, despite Nick somewhat ignoring her statement. She'd simply continue with that trailing finger; wandering and wagging it up her opponents chest, up past his neck, until it it rested upon her soon-to-be opponents chin.

"Well...at least it has your attention..." Eileen would wink, apparently committing to her chosen persona of succubus today. The bell ringing in the background, the referee was left somewhat perplexed, as neither figure moved into action despite the fight officially starting. Rather, Eileen simply held her ground, and gazed fiercely into Nick's eyes.

Her finger slowly moves up his front. Resting itself under Nick's chin. He couldnt help but crack a smirk. And a damn good confident one. Surely they both heard the bell go off. But neither one of them moved. While she gazed to intimidate, Nick stares back to simply...Stare.

He didn't want to make it too obvious he was checking her out. But was that not the point of her outfit? "So uh...Ready to start?"

Nick didn't make it obvious, but he didn't need to. Eileen wasn't the sort to let even the tiniest of things go unnoticed. That became evident, when she leaned in to speak back.

"Eyes up here...big boy..." Pointing with her non-extended hand towards her own face, Eileen's other extended would suddenly lunge into action. Hooking it up and around the head of her foe, Eileen would attempt a somewhat nonchalant headlock with next to no strength applied; pulling Nick's head down and against her gracious bosom!

Nick became too enamored in the physique of his opponent. That usually proved to be an early downfall for him. her hand pointing to her face was a distraction, and he fell for it. A sudden arm would come up and wrap around his neck. Nick lets out a small gasp, Eileen knew what Nick was doing...And she was going to use it to her advantage.

A slight cringing groan comes from Nick from the suddenness of her headlock. But the comfort of her chest near him and the lack of strength she put into the hold allowed him to be calmer than usual. Nick waits for a moment before reaching his hands up to her arm to try and pull his head from her body.