Starboy vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Wicked Ways

Starboy tasted good. So, so good. Sin plunged her tongue into his mouth and rooted around, enjoying the feel, savoring the sensations, taking in every little shudder and twitch. There was confusion, a natural reaction, but she could taste so much more beneath the surface. Fear? Despair? Disgust? Oh, it was all there for the taking. She wished she could look into his mind, his pure little mind, just for a second, if only to see the thoughts that were swirling through them.

The audience, which had been steady with the boos before, quieted up for a moment, clearly not even knowing how to react. This was what they usually went for, wasn’t it? Didn’t they love to see women dominating men, to be in control? But this wasn’t quite what they had in mind. It was raw, it was dark, it was...wrong.

It brought a crooked smile to her face, even as she reveled in the kiss. Shame the referee had to ruin the moment. Rules, rules, rules.

Starboy might’ve put up more of a fight if he’d suddenly transformed into a dishrag, coming along with her every tug, nice and compliant. Into the ring he went, rolling along, barely alive. It made her wonder a few things, even as the referee counted away. His body was broken, that seemed to be the case...but what about his spirit? How close was that to empty?

She thought she had a way to find out.

With a smack of her lips, Sin slid in under the bottom rope and popped to her feet, moving over to his fallen from with a sultry strut. She ran a hand through her long hair as she came to his side, then gave him a hard kick in the side, just enough to flip him over on his face. That same foot came down on his chest right after, pressing her full weight between his pecs.

She let that position linger for a moment, before her arms came up and pressed his shoulders, pinning them to the mat. The referee was confused for all of one second, before she dropped and started up the count. ”1…!”
A lazy pin. One that a four year old could’ve kicked out of. But did Starboy still have the strength? The will?

She was curious.

Did Starboy really understand any longer what was going on? Did he have any real sense on what was happening, what was going to happen, or how did the situation right now really look like?

No.

Right now, all he did was guided by his primal instincts. He only did what his role demanded him to, only what he should have done, nothing more, nothing less. And that wasn't much.

Getting back into the ring was part of the picture though. He was in a fight. Granted, just barely hanging in there, but still. He wasn't going to just stay out of the battlefield, was he?

Unortunately for the hero, his capabilities of being much else than a horizontal punching bag, one clearly intended to just be kicked at this time, were clearly close to none. And even that capability was mostly just characterized by the notable lack of any reaction as Sin's kicks landed at him.

Once the Korean nutcase planted her foot once again on Star's chest that had already gotten viciously stomped on earlier in the match, things changed. Barely, but still. The hero cringed notably, his body slightly twisting from the pain.

The pain cleared the mist around his head just enough to realize a few things. Apparently he was being pinned. Apparently there was a count going on. And apparently, he should kick out now.

Which he did.

Why continue though? Did he have the strength? Totally not. Did he have the will? Not exactly. Did he have the spirit? Not really.

He only had the vague, numb sense of still being the great superhero, whose task of utmost importance was to keep on trying to stay in the battle until the bitter end.

There was a second - a flicker - where Sin thought that she might actually get the pinfall on Starboy with this cocky pin. She had mixed feelings on it, truth told. The idea of beating a man like this, having him crushed under her heel while she stood in triumph...it felt good. Damn good. It would be a feather in her cap, one that she could hold on to for her entire career. On the flipside, though, it wasn’t immediately satisfying, and she was all about getting the most out of the moment. She couldn’t help but feel like she could beat up Starboy just a little bit. That there was still damage to be dealt.

The universe seemed to agree with that assessment, because, wonder of wonders, Starboy managed to kick out.

If you could even call it a ‘kick out’. More of a spasm, really. A jerk. The last vestige of energy from an orgasm that was either too stubborn or too realize it was dead. The crowd seemed to realize it, too, only throwing some half-hearted support to their failing, falling hero. For a moment, Sin looked him over with her head askew and her eyebrow raised, as if looking to see any life from the man. A comeback? Some fire in there? Nope. Didn’t seem that way. Just sort of holding on. An easy fix.

[color:20c8=Violet.]”Hm.”

Sin reached down, took Starboy the wrist, and lifted his right arm, holding it tight. She brought her foot up once more, this time holding it above his face, making sure to take proper aim, right before she brought it down right, driving her heel into his skull.

Again.

And again.

And again.

All with a slight smile on his face, enjoying every brutal second of it. She had no plans of stopping, either. Not until he submitted. Or he was knocked unconscious. Or the referee made her stop. Or…

What had Starboy been hoping from the kickout?

Not much, really. It had just been primal instincts at work. Something in the back of his skull telling him to do so. Something that was the only option to do to still stay in the game. To still have one last flicker of hope.

It was totally another story whether any of that was wise for him at all. Frankly, staying in the game could no longer do any good for him. Doing so was just suicidal at best. And that was something the front of his skull was soon going to be very clearly telling him.

The disconnect between the front office and back office is a classic dilemma, but in Starboy's case that dilemma was promptly solved by Sin's foot. And as the Korean prick began ruthlessly driving it time after time to the hero's face, even the back of his skull seemed to awaken to the reality.

He needed to stop this. He needed to get out of here.

Finally, Star began a weak attempt at tapping down onto the mat with his free hand. A very weak attempt. One that was almost barely noticeable. And the bad news were that the strikes to his head were really starting to knock him out now... He wanted to shout "Stop!", but he was probably already too out to manage that by now.

Star didn't know whether his feeble attempt at submission became even registered or not, before Sin's foot finally knocked the falling hero out cold.

It was the simple things in life that made Sin smile. The taste of chocolate ice cream on a hot summer day. The soothing burn of a hot bathtub after a hard workout. The feel of her foot pounding at skull into the canvas again and again and again and again…

A slim smile crept along Sin’s face as she pounded away, hammering Starboy’s face, making sure to grind her heel in hard with each strike. The audience was a confused mishmash of emotions now, with some of them booing, some of them looking on with mortified stares, and some biting their lips, probably wishing they could trade places with Starboy...or thinking that was what they really wished.

Starboy probably would’ve told them that this wasn’t a position to be envied, that there wasn’t any erotic about this, and he’d be half right. Oh, he wasn’t enjoying the gas pedal treatment, sure, but Sin was having the time of her life.

So much so that she didn’t stop, not even when she noticed the weak attempt at tapping, not even when the bell rang, not even when the referee screamed at her to stop. Again and again and-

”Sin, STOP!” The referee gave Sin a hard push, one that had enough force to knock her a couple of feet to the side, away from her new, favorite toy. For a moment, Sin just stood there, letting her gaze move around the ring until it found the referee. She stood, still and staring at the woman, contemplating. Thinking. Considering. The referee, to her credit, took a worried step back, as if thinking about running straight out of the ring.

She didn’t have to worry, though. Shrugging, Sin sighed and promptly turned about, sliding under the ropes and making her way up the ramp. Tempting as it was to continue things, she’d had her fill for the day. No need to push things farther than they needed to go.

Besides, she didn’t really want to hurt Starboy too bad, not so much that his career would be over. He’d taken a beating, but a determined little guy like him? He’d heal. He’d get better. He’d get back in the ring. Maybe they’d even meet again.

And then…

Sin smacked her lips and sighed as she disappeared behind the curtain.

Starboy wasn't sure if his utterly all-too-late decision to finally submit was even registered at all, and frankly his mind was already way too blurry to even thinkg about it. All he could register were the ruthless stomps that were shooting a rush of pain through his skull again and again... All the way until he actually lost consciousness.

Thank God for that. There had been nothing, absolutely nothing in the situation that Starboy would have wanted to remember, or to be reminded of ever again.

So, as in the following days it turned out, there was a silver lining in his predicament after all. According to the medics who had had to carry the fallen hero's body out of the Tension arena, with all the pounding his head had taken, there was a slim chance that he could even ever recall the events of the final minutes of the match at all.


Victory by submission: Moon Sin-Jae