Starboy vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Wicked Ways

Oh, fuck, that was hotter than Sin expected, and she’d expected it to be pretty fucking hot. She could only imagine how it felt to have her heels drop into Starboy’s chest like that, to take all of her weight right on those twin points. It had to feel like two daggers digging into his chest, the sort of pain that went through the skin, past the bone, around the guts, and out the other side. The pain he’d be feeling for the next few weeks. Months, maybe.

But that scream. Sin split her legs after the stomp, letting her feet come down on both sides of aching body, crouched down to get nice and close, so she heard the noise Starboy made so clear. It was this wonderful anguish, a cry of pure pain. She was something of a connoisseur when it came to this sort of thing, and she frankly couldn’t remember hearing better. The tone, the pitch, the length...perfect.

She wanted more. Needed it.

Sin let her arousal be known with a contented sigh, almost orgasmic, panting hard over Starboy’s body. ”That was good, Starboy. Really." She dipped low and ran her tongue over his cheek, hoping she might catch a wayward tear. ”But you can do better. I believe in you.”

She reached down, snatched a handful of his hair, and yanked his head up with a sudden jerk, attempting to wrap her arm around his neck in a tight chokehold at the same time. It was all a way to get him standing, whether he felt like it or not...and she sincerely hoped he had enough fight left in him to keep it fun.

Starboy thought he had a pretty good idea of what a woman's legs were capable of. He had seen, and felt, many of the things they could do, and those alone were certainly very often excellent reasons to be afraid of them.

But stomping like this? Big, crushing, ruthless and devastating stomp to the chest from that position? No, that was something the hero didn't think he had ever seen before. Or even if he had, he hadn't expected to see that one coming. Sure, that kind of a thing was very natural for big bullies to do on downed foes, but for Sin in this situation? Definitely a surprise. She was probably bad, but definitely not that big...

Well, you learnt something new every day. Sometimes the learning process was more pleasant, on other days it was as devastating as tonight.

And this, this was indeed very devastating for Starboy. The hero could have seriously used some down time after that stomp.

...aaand then again, maybe not. If the conditions of the downtime were going to dictate being subjected to the continued gross and perverted shenanigans that the Korean girl seemed to be again keen on pursuing, maybe it was better to just skip any "rest".

Which was apparently the plan anyway. Soon the hero's airflow became restricted, his hair pulled and his body roughly yanked up. Actions, that in turn dictated initiating attempts to escape.

The chokehold was dangerously efficient, but Star still had enough oxygen flowing in his brain to come up with a plan. Sin had peculiarly chosen to enter the ring barefoot tonight, and the hero had some stomping to pay her back. Running through some simple math, Star's obvious choice was to begin stomping the girl's feet as viciously as he could, and well, why not kick her shins in the process as well.

Sweat. Sweet, sweat.

Sin loved the taste of sweat.

Her own, sure, but there was something about the flavor from her opponents that made her go wild. It was always a different taste, she swore, even when it really shouldn’t have been. - some were saltier than others, some had this sweet, tangy quality to them, some had a little flavor from whatever lotion they used. Starboy, in particular, had the faint taste of strawberries, she was fairly sure. Nice and rich and creamy. Almost perfect, but the flavor needed a few tears mixed in. Give it more kick.

A simple fix. She clenched the hold, tightened it, clamped down hard on his throat. She was no submission wrestler, but she didn’t totally neglect her upper body, either. She could make this hurt, and this sort of hold had such an appeal. Feeling his body weaken in her grasp was a treat, as was having his back press against her from. He was in a good spot, and she started to grind against his spine, starting a slow rhythm, her breath growing hot and heavy with each thrust.

It was steamy. Sublime. Everything she could’ve wanted. And then Starboy had to go and ruin it by being a competent at wrestling.

”Fuck!” Sin cried out when his boot landed shot hard into her toes, cracking the delicate bones, and she cried again when he had the nerve to follow that up with a kick to her shins. If it was freedom he wanted, freedom he’d get. She let him go and stumbled back, cursing up a storm under and over her breath. ”Fuck, look who has the balls!”

Superheroes tended to face all kinds of dangers on their missions. Sneaky spies, powerful villains, mad scientists, raucous robbers, acerbic assassins, you named it. That was nothing new. There were all kinds of bullets to dodge.

Tonight's bullet seemed to be chokeholds. Starboy could clearly tell right now that it was one of the number one dangers tonight. Whether they'd be applied with arms, legs, or something else...

But he just had to dodge those bullets. Just as he did now. Yes, Sin's chokehold was very dangerous, but some stomps and a kick were just enough to get him out of this one.

He could have called it even almost too easy, if he hadn't been in such trouble already earlier on in this match...

Stumbling quite a bit forward, the hero enjoyed the newly gained distance to the Korean girl, before turning to face her again.

"Balls? Now you found them? I had the distinct feeling you had already found them before..."

Yeah, he pretty much instantly regretted those words. Not exactly in line with the innocent hero -character. But for once, his wits outpaced his sense of decency. And besides, Sin was obviously having a bad influence on him tonight...

But what next? Charging at the girl full on or attacking immediately just sounded like a bad, and predictable idea by now. Maybe the hero had to start playing some mind games too... So instead, Star retreated to the closest corner, deciding to start climbing up the ropes. What would happen next? He had no idea. In any case, he'd get some time to recover from the choke hold, and if Sin began approaching him, maybe he would be engifted with some great idea?

Besides, taking flight was usually a great way of dodging bullets for superheroes...

On one hand, Sin admired that Starboy was playing a bit dirty, getting crafty, flying out of his usual comfort zone. If there was one thing she enjoyed, it was perversion. The idea of making this choir boy ruin his sheets was delectable, and she relished the chance to drag him into the mud with her and see what he was really like. When the lights were out. When he just let go.

On the other hand, she kind of wanted to win, too. And the more she pushed him, the more dangerous he got, the lower her chances became, the worse her opportunities.

A fun little tightrope to walk.

Even if she didn’t sound like she was having all that fun at the moment. Given how often Sin liked to fight barefoot - all the damn time, really - it was a wonder that Starboy was the first opponent she could remember to exploit the weakness. And it was effective. Nothing was broke, she was fairly certain, but she was even more certain that she’d be feeling this in the morning. And the morning after that. And maybe the morning after that. Bastard.

Starboy even had the stones to throw a little quip in with it, and a pretty good one, too. One with an obvious comeback, though. ”They were so small, I couldn’t-”

Sin stopped in mid-taunt when she realized that Starboy was going up top, scaling the ropes, looking to go for something high and fancy. It didn’t seem like he was in his element, though, like he wasn’t sure of the best way to make use of the altitude. Not a problem. She had her own ideas.

With a skip in her step, Sin ran over to Starboy’s side, leaped up high enough to plant her feet on the top rope, then vaulted towards him, reaching his height on the turnbuckle as she flew. With a quick twist, she spun about and swung her leg out towards his face, looking to tag him with a enziguiri and knock him - well, she didn’t much care where or how he landed, being honest. It would be funny, though.

Starboy knew how those high-flying moves were. He had seen them enough. He was well aware of their basic principles. And for a superhero, they should have been an essential part of the repertoire, right?

He could already see how it all would play out. He'd go up, turn to face his opponent, and the Korean girl would be panicking. Maybe she'd try to make some desperate attempt and charge at him, maybe she'd be frozen from terror, but in any case she'd be a prime target for Starboy to jump up and fly towards her for doing...something.

Besides, she had just found out he had balls, right? The only misconception left for the hero to correct seemed to be the size of them...

"Oh, you think-" the hero began as he had finally gotten all the way up, and turned around to face her opponent...who wasn't there. Instead, she had already jumped up onto the top rope too.

That was totally uncalled for. Why would she even do that? That kind of thing never happened! When one fighter went up, the other stayed down... That's just how it had always been. Besides, now that she was up here too, it was more difficult to maintain balance...

The brave hero didn't have to keep on trying to do that for long though. Sin didn't exactly take time with her enzuigiri.

Star's face remained totally unprotected from the girl's kick, and its results were accordingly dire for the hero. The impact sent him promptly falling backwards, his upper back hitting the apron outside the ropes. But his motion didn't stop there - as his body jerked from the impact onto the apron, the boy fell even further down, this time landing on his face to the floor. And it didn't look like he'd be getting up any time soon.

It was safe to say Starboy's skills with dodging bullets still required some refining.

Sin had a way of pulling off moves that were by now means easy and making them look that way. This was one such example, if the way the crowd gasped was any indication. The Ooos and Aahs as she took flight, the camera clicks, the raised phones. She’d probably be making the rounds on Instagram tonight.

She couldn’t have cared less about any of it. Her only thought was how satisfying it would be to crack her foot against Starboy’s face. Sure enough, it was supremely satisfying. The way she flew through the air, the look on his face right before impact, the sensation of his stupid features against her foot - all of it worked for. It sent a thrill down her spine, one that last all the way until she landed back on the mat.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

She didn’t get to see him fall because of the way she flew, but replays were a thing, thankfully. The titantron got a good angle of him tumbling off the turnbuckle and spilling to the outside. Nasty fall, no doubt. She could make it worse, though.

Taking her time, Sin grabbed the middle rope and slid out of the ring in one, clean motion, dropping to the outside. She stumbled a bit on the landing, her foot still hurting from that stomp, but that was fine. It just pissed her off a little, gave her some extra motivation. Not a bad thing.

Hands on hips, she sauntered over to Starboy’s fallen form, looking over him like he was roadkill, hesitant to get too close. That changed quick, however, when she stepped in and gave him a harsh kick in the side, flipping him on his back. That same foot went up in the next moment, then came down hard on his throat, stomping him in the throat...and she didn’t stop there, either. Sin used what little weight she had to keep him pinned underneath her heel.

Choking him.

Watching him.

Waiting. Listening.

There were always countless numbers of do's and don'ts in life in general, and the same went for wrestling as well. Which things were do's and which don'ts varied a lot however, often by the person, by the circumstances, by the situation or by the perception.

Starboy was one of those who always tried to stay on the do's-side. Even without his role on. He was one of the good guys. One of the smart ones. One of those who always stayed on the right path.

When it came to wrestling, one of the definite do's for him was to evaluate his peformance. What he did and didn't do. And hopefully, to learn from it.

Tonight there was going to be a lot to learn. So many do's he was going to have to imprint to his mind.

Someone may have had the perception, that more proactive learning could have been more beneficial. But that was their problem. He had his own ways.

Star's worst problem now though? The number of things he didn't do. Or more precisely, didn't expect to happen.

He didn't expect Sin to get up on the ropes.

He didn't expect Sin to deliver a kick to his head on the top rope.

He didn't expect to be falling backwards.

He didn't expect the need to grab onto the ropes.

He didn't expect the need to cushion his fall.

He didn't expect to become the hero in peril for all the cameras to roll.

Despite all that, exactly those things happened. Things, that lead the sequence of events to require all kinds of urgent actions from the hero. Or more precisely, require all kinds of actions that he didn't do. Things that he couldn't do.

He couldn't register all the uproar from the crowds.

He couldn't hear Sin sliding out of the ring and dropping down on the floor.

He couldn't see her stepping right next to him.

He couldn't prevent her kick from coming.

He couldn't keep himself from being flipped around.

He couldn't stop Sin's foot from pressing on his throat.

And he couldn't push the foot off from it. No matter how hard he tried, it was stuck right there, pressing on his throat, cutting his airflow. The kick, the blow, and the impact from falling to the floor was just still too much for him to handle, and the hero was helplessly too weak to resist the Korean girl's actions at all. He knew it was terrible, he must have looked pathetic, but there were no do's he could think of to save him from this one.

This felt so good. So, so good. Having Starboy underneath her feet, grinding her under the heel, controlling his breath, holding his life in the balance - it was perfect, the highest pleasure. If she had to choose between sex and beating the shit out of a little punk like this, she’d go with the latter. Every time.

Down came her foot, right on the throat, and she pressed down with her weight to keep him pinned. Oh, he struggled, put up a good fight. She especially liked the look in his eye, that panic as he realized his position and the danger he was in. She rode him down with a hand on her hips, her smirk growing into a grin growing into a full blown smile. She flexed her foot, adding in some extra pressure, really grinding into him…

”3!

The referee’s count finally snapped some sense into her, and she looked back to the ring with a sneer. Right. Rules. Had to get him in the ring or there’d be a DQ. As much fun as breaking Starboy was, she did want that win on her record. So they’d be taking this back in under the ropes. Didn’t mean she couldn’t have so fun before they went back to business, though.

”Hey, Starboy.” She lifted her foot off his throat and bent over, casting her shadow all over his face. ”Got something for you.”

Sin abruptly dropped to one knee, reached over, grabbed Starboy by the hair and yanked his head towards her, pulling him into a kiss so rough and wild that it was hardly worthy of the name. There wasn’t any passion or love here - just violence, domination, control, as she shoved her tongue into his mouth, claiming it for her own territory. It was short, a quickie, but she wanted to make sure he remembered it for the rest of his life.

”Come on, bitch,” She whispered as she broke away and began to drag him back towards the ring. ”I’m not done with you. Not just yet…”

Oh yes, Starboy did put up a fight. Was it a good one? Depended on who you asked.

Sin might have considered it to be a good one. Maybe some in the audience too. The hero himself? He considered it miserable. No, it wasn't like he had not been doing his best, doing all he could. It was just that all that effort amounted to nothing. All the power his arms possessed could not inch that one limb off his throat.

Guess that power wasn't much then. Honestly, no news there. It wasn't as if the Lonely Superhero would have won arm wrestling contests like...pretty much ever. Maybe once or twice. And now the opponent was a pretty muscular leg.

Besides, the airflow that was being clogged was rapidly deterioriating his sense and thought. Sin could have likely cut his story short then and there.

Except that the referee cut her story short before that. Finally the hero was granted some air, and was given hopes of some recovery.

False hopes though. Before the boy could take in too many breaths, his airflow was being blocked again. This time by a tongue.

And that was perplexing. Quite likely it was the most confusing kiss Star had ever had.

Why? Why was she doing that? Why was she kissing him so passionately - yet so heartlessly? Did she lust for him? Did she secretly lust for him? Did she want to just dominate him? Did dominating him turn her on? Or did she just want to humiliate him?

As Sin began dragging Star towards the ring, the hero was just stunned and confused. What was going on? What was Sin going to do? And was he going to like what she was doing? Or was he in his worst nightmare?

As his back hit the apron wall, the hero was abruptly awoken from his thoughts. He still had absolutely no control over the situation, but he knew his direction was into the ring - and he might as well try to slowly stumble and roll into it himself.