Starboy vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Wicked Ways

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.


”Starboy.”

Moon Sin-Jae - or Sin-Jae Moon, as the Westerners kept calling her on the internet - muttered that name as she waited in the ring, laying across the turnbuckle as if it were a makeshift hammock. There was a calm, leisurely look on her face while she waited for her music to die down and her opponent’s to begin. To the average observer, it probably seemed like Sin wasn’t taking this the least bit seriously, like she was relaxed and didn’t have a single worry about her opponent, the sort of thing that earned her more than a few jeers from the purists in the audience.

She hadn’t come out doing theatrics or flipping about or making some overt attempt to please them. Her music had started, the lights hit, and she walked down the ramp. Nothing much to it. Which, as near as she could tell, made the wrestling fans think she was lazy.

Could. Not. Have Cared. Less. Her mind was solely on the man who’d be coming out in a few moments, the man she’d specifically requested.

Well, not specifically. She’d asked the booker, in the nicest way she could ask someone in a dark corner of the Tension arena conveniently away from cameras, to set her up with someone ‘fun’. A ‘hero’. A guy she could sink her teeth into and not let go of until she was well sated. The name that came from this booker’s lips was Starboy. Or S-s-s-s-starboy, as the little mouse of a woman had stuttered it out.

Aside from his fantastically stupid name, that was all she knew about the guy. That was all she wanted to know, really. She was fine with the rest being a surprise, sussing him out when he came through the curtains. Today, she wasn’t looking for a challenge, wasn't in a mood to push herself too far. No, today she wanted to have fun. To play. To have a big, human shaped toy to play with.

The slight hint of a knowing smile crept across her lips as she laid there, turning her half-lidded eyes towards the ramp. Any second now...

"We need a hero."

That was all that had needed to be said. If a hero was needed, Starboy was going to be the man for the job. He had not seen much of Tension yet, but he had seen enough to know that the place was clearly missing a hero. The males there were usually brutal heels or hopeless jobbers to the women, who in turn were more often of a devious nature rather than of one suitable for a heroine.

For what exactly a hero was needed this time, Star hadn't asked. Truth was, he didn't really care. He was ready to face anything. Whether it was a task of putting a villainess to her place, or a contest between a hero and a heroine, he'd be up for it.

To the moment it was his time to make his appearance, Star still hadn't figured out the answer to that question. Apparently his opponent was an Asian girl, based on her name Korean, who had a curious hairstyle. Granted, her entrance had been rather unimpressive, and she seemed to possess a lazy attitude. But apart from that, she appeared just harmless. Why the need for a hero?

Only way to find out more was to get into the ring with her. And as Starboy began blaring throughout the arena, it was time for the namesake hero to appear. Running confidently to the ring he had been called to, he jumped up onto the closest turnbuckle, waving subtly to the crowds while making a victory sign with his other hand, before jumping down into the ring.

Still, no movement from his opponent. Interesting.

As the music died down, the hero approached the loitering figure in the corner. It was time to find out some answers. "Hey, what have you done so that they needed to call a hero here tonight?"

Star was not one to demand pretentious manouvers or overboard posturing from anyone in the ring, but the way this Korean girl was acting was giving him a hint of arrogance. He actually felt the slight urge to just push her out of the ring right away, but as an honest hero he could at least give her a chance to reply to his question before doing any such actions.

Oh.

Oh, fucking god.

In defense of what was about to happen, Sin tried to hold it in as long as she could. Oh, there were little signs of it here and there, especially when he came out to that music and made his way down the ramp. She didn’t give it much thought at first, but as he neared, she had to cant her head to the side, making sure that she was viewing him from their right angle, that he really did look like that.

By the time he made his way into the ring, Sin wasn’t lying on the turnbuckle, anymore. She’d swung her legs about to properly sit on top of it, giving her an elevated view, and what she saw…what she saw…

He was small. Taller than her, but not by much, and slender on top of it. An athletic form, but if she had to make a bet, she’d say she could beat him overall muscle.

And that hair. That weird looking, tufty hair.

And those shorts. They looked something you’d find in the kid’s section of a Wal Mart.

She tried to hold it in, really. She managed it for all of about five seconds, right up until the moment he spoke to her, and then it came all out.

Sin laughed. A long, hard raucous laugh as she sat on the turnbuckle, so hard that she had to shut her eyes tight and prop her head up to keep from falling. She didn’t answer, didn’t even try to speak. She just laughed and laughed and kept on laughing, even as the referee and the nearby audience looked about with confusion.

They say laughter makes you live longer. Generally, Starboy agreed. Happiness was always a good thing to have in life. Jokes and humour could better many days, and the hero wasn't one to kill a party either.

In Sin's case, Starboy did not agree. That laughter was just somehow disturbed. It was not triggered by any genuine or reasonable reason. If anything, it was putting the Korean girl in danger. Star couldn't recall any other time that his anger would have been rising as fast as it was rising now... He really wanted to get this girl to shut up.

Star glanced at the referee in frustration. The hero did not want to act before the match had officially began, but its beginning was unlikely to be any time soon, as the girl's laughter seemed endless at this point. He was hoping for some help.

The referee just shrugged in confusion. Star didn't know how to take it. Did it mean that he couldn't start the match yet? Or did it mean that he was free to do as he wished?

While Star didn't have answers to those questions, he knew he had to get the laughter to stop.

"So, you find heroes that funny, huh?"

The hero gave a hard push at the Korean girl's midsection, hoping that it could wake the girl up from the madness she had fallen into. And if that first push did not stop her laughter yet, Star was prepared to give her a second, even harder one. Falling off the ropes could at least get her to stop, maybe?

This was a joke. This had to be a joke. An effective one, Sin would give it that much, but a serious joke. She knew that some of Tension’s men were on the less impressive side, and she’d fully expected to come across a few who didn’t impress, but this? He looked like a life-sized doll, and was about as intimidating.

To be fair, she did try to reign it in, and succeeded in keeping her eyes closed for a moment - until she opened her eyes, saw him again, and the laughter came right back. At this point, the only thing that was going to make her stop was action, for him to prove he wasn’t as pathetic as he seemed at first glance. Luckily - or maybe unluckily - for Starboy, he was up to the task.

He pushed her. She had her eyes closed, too taken by the laughter to really focus, and he came along and pushed her. Not an attack, not a strike, not a move, just a simple little shove. The sort of thing one sees in playgrounds all over the world. The contact was enough for the referee to kick things off, and she signaled for the bell.

Sin took a step back. Let her laughter die off with a sigh.

And then she spun about, swung her leg out as quick as a whip, and came at Starboy with a spinning heel kick to the face, attempting to smack in the cheek with the bottom of her foot at high speeds.

He wanted to get serious? She’d get serious.

It was rarely that any situation turned out to be as awkward to Starboy as this one. His mindset had been all cemented to put on a great show as a hero tonight, ready to fight against any potential evil the Tension ring was going to throw at his direction. He knew the evil could be potentially strong and dangerous, but he was all ready to face it!

But instead of brave enthusiasm in front of a new villain, she had managed to fill him only with anger. It was also very rarely that laughter could have that kind of effect on Starboy. And it probably meant that the Korean girl's level of condescendence was in a league of its own...

Another good reason for the push. Apart from its obvious benefit of potentially cutting short the laughter.

And truly enough, the push did its job. What a great decision it had been! Maybe the girl was now ready to talk...

"Hello? Anyone th-"

This time, it was the hero's words that were cut short. And frankly, almost the entire match got cut short.

Had it hit him an inch or two to another direction, Sin's surprise kick could have almost sent the hero knocked out cold to the mat. As it was now, it only sent him on his all fours right in front of her.

Star had to admit that the Korean girl did manage to scare him. But he was all pumped up with adrenaline already, and he had no qualms of getting the match truly going.

"Fine. I can see why they needed a hero here..." Star muttered towards the mat, as he was downed in front of Sin's legs, his head already hurting now not only mentally from her laughter, but also physically from her kick too.

But he was not without a plan. Star decided to try sneakily grabbing hold of the girl's both ankles, and quickly pulling them towards him, hoping to in turn trip the villainess and make her fall on her rear!

Of all the people Sin kicked in the face - a long, lovely list - Starboy might’ve been her favorite. Top 3, at the minimum.

It was all so perfect. She’d caught people off guard with her kicks before, sure, but so few of them had reacted in such a delicious way. The feel of her feet against his face, that sharp slap that echoed across the ring, the way he went down like a sack of the world’s dumbest potatoes…

And it didn’t knock him out. She was worried that it would take him down far too quick, end this match right off the bat. Couldn’t have that, now - this wasn’t the sort of meal you gobbled down in a minute. She wanted to savor Starboy.

”Heh.” She kept her leg straightened out after the kick for a moment, only to draw it back in, nice and slow, before daintily setting it back down on the canvas. A delicate touch. She quirked her head to the side, a slight twitch, as she gazed down at Starboy. ”On your knees already? Must’ve really liked. that.”

The referee was just as shocked as the rest of the audience, but she got her act together quick enough and gestured to the ringside, getting the bell to sound a moment later. It was on, and much to Sin’s delight, Starboy showed some promise right away.

He grabbed her ankles and yanked them. Simple move, really, and effective, because she wound up falling flat on her butt. Not that she intended to let him enjoy that for long.

She pulled her legs in, then shot them straight out around Starboy’s head. At the same time, Sin reached up, seized his head, and tried to slam his face against her crotch, holding it in place with a tight scissorhold. All the power of her thighs, clamping down on his neck.

”If you wanted to be on top,” She gave her thighs a hard flex. ”All you had to do was ask.”

Embarrassing.

Of course it was. Being downed on his all fours, aching in pain hardly only seconds into the match was not something Starboy would have had to ever face before. And it was definitely not a way to give the audience an impression of a mighty hero.

But on the other hand, it was also very prudent. For one, he got answers to why a hero had been needed in the ring tonight. Two, the audience could clearly see as well who was the good guy in the ring tonight. Who they, in all sense, should be rooting for. And three, Sin's actions, and her words, were tremendously effective in getting the hero's blood actually boiling, to the point that he was exceptionally determined to beat the Korean girl tonight.

And there wasn't even any reason he shouldn't have been doing so! Yes, he was not the biggest, strongest, or the most experienced wrestler in Tension roster, but neither was his opponent! He hadn't had the choice to properly compare their physique just yet, obviously due to the unusual way the match had gotten underway, but he had gotten the impression that the Korean girl was unlikely to be bigger than him, definitely fit but probably not too strong. And she was even having her debut! There was absolutely no reason for the hero not to be triumphant tonight.

All of those thoughts were only strengthened by the easiness, with which Star downed the girl with only one yank of her legs. Now he could give that murderous look straight at Sin's face.

Then disaster struck. Again.

It was already enough that scissorholds were the hero's weakness. He would have been in trouble with just an ordinary one. But this was not an ordinary one. This was extreme.

He could shift some of the blame to Sin's outfit. The white garments covering most of her legs were effective with hiding the obvious strength and muscles the girl must have had in them. The scissorhold was so strong and intense, that it was quickly obvious to the hero that he had underestimated the girl's strength. And it all was only aggravated by the fact that the girl had pulled his head tightly against her crotch, which would have made the hero blush already in its own right.

Star did raise his hands on Sin's thighs for a couple of futile attempts at prying them apart, but he knew all too well right from the start that the power they were squeezing him with was far too much for him to overcome. So there he was, the hero kneeling helplessly in front of his foe, knowing that her thighs were probably going to suck his strength and endurance away for as long as she wanted to.

Sin had an idea. A nasty idea. A fun idea.

It came to her - heh - as she laid on the floor and wrapped her legs around Starboy’s weird-looking, clamping on tight and letting him get a real good feel of what he was up against. While she loved a good scissoring in the middle of a match, she preferred to save those sorts of moves for the latter half, using them to have her fun after her kicks had an opponent out and brought things to the floor.

Starboy was getting the special treatment. But something about the way he reacted told her that it wasn’t being properly appreciated.

She raised her head with a quirked eyebrow, watching him from the length of He was fighting, yes,but not all that much. Seemed like he was uncomfortable for other reasons than have his head crushed in a vice, and that blazing blush on his face was good proof of that. Should’ve guessed that a milksop like this wasn’t used to having his head between a real woman’s thighs. Funny by itself. And it gave her some ideas.

Biting her lip, Sin began to arch her back and grind her hips, thrusting and thrashing against Starboy’s face, filling the air with hot moans. ”Hey, what...what are you doing with your tongue?” She cried out, making sure to be loud enough for the cameras to pick. ”Oh...oh, fuck, yeah!”

Sin laughed, wild and lewd, and ground against his face in earnest, running her nails against the mat as she sank into the ecstasy. Some of it was an act, wanting to see how red she could make that face of his, but she was getting off on fucking his face. It would only get better when she saw his reaction.

Sure, Starboy had been scissored before. Lots of times. He knew how devastating they could be, and he knew how he had to just endure while the opponent was showing off her dominance. He knew what was coming.

He thought he knew what was coming. See, there was a pattern emerging here. It was turning out, that each time Starboy was expecting something to happen, each time he thought he was finding some understanding of Sin's actions, the girl would end up doing something completely different. Something totally unexpected, which would leave the hero wondering how he should react.

But each time, the level of his anger had also gotten a hard boost. Just like this time. Instead of scissoring him in a conventional way, the Korean girl decided to showcase her lewd, unapologetic nature again. It really took a moment for Starboy to figure out what exactly was happening, but eventually even the young hero realized what Sin was up to. And yes, it reddened his blush even deeper, but not only through embarrassment, but from sheer anger too.

Starboy could not just stay here, and let her do whatever she liked. No, he had to act. He had to get out of this one.

Even more so, as the Korean girl's unorthodox moveset was very annoyingly causing some highly unwanted pressure building inside his outfit.

Despite of what might have been the assumption, the hero was not usually keen on punching people. In fact, he often despised those who did. Whether or not it made any sense, he just didn't find them as refined as proper wrestling should have been. But now, punches were exactly what he decided to perform himself. They were the only thing he could figure out.

In an attempt to prove everyone in the arena that the current situation was not one he had chosen to be in, the hero began driving his fists on Sin's thighs, belly, knees, whatever he could. And he was ramping up the power behind his punches as much as he could, because this time, he was really beginning to hate his opponent.