Edward Sealgair vs Noomi Holm: Air Boom vs Boom Noom!

This was bad. Er...well...not ALL bad. In any other situation, having a really hot girl rubbing her fingers over his crotch while having him in this position would be pretty great. But for a wrestling match, this was a bad position to be in. Each stroke of her finger sent a shiver through the boy, obviously into the girl.

Still, he scrambled, trying to reach for her hands to stop her heavy petting tactics, but, with her able to adjust her position and smack his hands away, he couldn't get a grip on her wrists, letting out muffled protests as his member throbbed against her finger.

Taking the closest thing to a breath he could, Ed had a flash of inspiration, instead wrapping his arms around Noomi's thin waist, and, after a couple rocks of his body, swiftly rolling himself and his opponent over, forcing Noomi onto her back with him on top!

Taking a breath of relief, the Scalliwag smirked, looking back at Noomi, feeling a bit more confident, and, feeling like paying Noomi back a little, he made a bold move, pressing his hard crotch into the girls face and rubbing it a bit. "You're super cute...but I'm still gonna win!"

Noomi's progress was halted as Edward kept grasping ineffectually for her hands. She looked at it all as a game not unlike whack-a-mole, batting each encroaching hand away with a giggle. It was almost like a childlike slap fight, only she managed to sneak in the odd grope or a grinding roll of her hips down on his face. His struggles were notably entertaining to her, likely having far more fun than she originally thought she would.

"Giving up?" She cooed softly as his arms wrapped around her body, giving a small wiggle on top of him as the pair swayed. She assumed he just wanted to pull her closer, especially by the feel of his features pressing to her panties so she did previously little to stop him. When he finally made his move, she had been unprepared, giving a small cry of surprise as she was tossed to the side and he rolled on top of her.

She lay on the mat, pigtails framing her face as they lay spread to the side as she stared up at him. She drew in a short breath, biting her lip as she strangely enough didn't try and flee her new position. When his body dipped down, pressing his crotch to her face she let out a muffled protest, turning her head slightly at first as he rubbed up against her. A rosy color took her cheeks painting her delicate features in a crimson hue. After a moment though she turned back into it, pressing her lips to the bulge, pushing back from below.

Noomi scooted her backside along the mat, sneaking herself into a better position. It was all fun and games, but much like Edward she wanted to win as well. With a swing of her legs, she kicked up, trying to wrap her thighs around the blond boy's head, tucking the limbs in close to lock him into a headscissor from below.

She reached up with her hands, grasping hold of his backside to give a tight squeeze of his butt cheeks before drumming her palms along his rear, playing a small tune on them as her thighs tightened with the intention of crushing his head like a grape. She couldn't really talk with him grinding against her face, but she seemed to think she was in control again.

Ed's grin turned into a shiver as he felt Noomi suddenly turn her head and press her lips against his speedo covered crotch, the brief distraction it caused leaving him unprepared for her legs to suddenly swing around his head and neck, forcing him to lean down as her powerful limbs squeezed tightly around his head, making him groan loudly in discomfort as she turned his own counter against him.

They stayed in that position for a minute, the blonde boy groaning, face turning red as he was squeezed, starting to breath heavier as the air was squeezed out of him, a camera in perfect position to put on the screens around the arena, each tight of squeeze on his head making him groan. Slowly however, he calmed himself, force himself to think, how to escape, how to best use his position...

Rather than flail his arms in a panic, he brought them back to Noomi's slender body, sliding them down her thighs and over her tight butt, giving it a small squeeze, in response to her light slaps on his own butt, before moving further down, squeezing them between her body and the mat, and, with effort, interlocking his fingers behind her back.

From there, he shifted his legs, finding his feet under him, incidentally rubbing his crotch more against Noomi's face, before getting his knees on the mat and, with a grunt of effort, pushing and raising his body up, planting a bare foot on the mat when he could, and finally achieving a full standing position, holding Noomi's body close to his, upside down!

Panting heavily, face red from effort and from Noomi's still squeezing legs, he still managed to grin, and quip. "Heh...g-gotcha now Noomi. Like I said...you're a super cute lass, and I'm starting to hope you're single...but I'm still gonna win this!"

With that, he dropped to his knees, planting the girl headfirst onto the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver!

She could feel Edward stiffen up in more ways than one as she coiled her legs around his head, bringing her thigh together with crushing force. She imagined he looked cute with his cheeks smooshed up as she squeezed. His momentary hesitation as she pecked at his bulging speedo only served to let her know it was working though so she opened and closed her lips to drag them over his covered manhood.

She squirmed as his hands slipped over her thighs, taking in a breathing gasp as he squeezed her rump. She let out a muffled giggle, taking a playful nip at his speedo with her teeth. Her back arched as he wrapped his arms around her, she seemed to invite the embrace, making it easier for him.

She was visibly surprised as they began to rise, suspended upside down as she was. Her grip on his head hadn't let up, in fact she had been tightening it this whole time. She clung close to him, giving him a small nuzzle before finally pulling her face away. Her pigtails hung down around her as she glanced down to the mat then back to her limited view of Edward.

"Oh, are you carrying me off to a date?" She mused playfully, fully unaware of the position she had been put in. It was one of the many perils of not being terribly familiar with a good deal of wrestling. She was still giggling and constricting his head, thinking she had the upper her hand her brought to down to the mat.

She let out a sudden yelp as her cranium was driven into the canvas. Her thighs softened and became lose, no longer being flexed around his head. Her legs slipped apart as her body went limp in his arms, freely dropping to the mat on her back when released. She was staring wide eyed, blinking rapidly, looking rather out of it.

Was it weird that part of him kind of wished he was? In truth, while he admitted it was certainly lucky for her that her personality allowed this match to so far play into her favor, the girl had been friendly, super cute, and very affectionate, and Ed was starting to like her...of course, given so far most of the match had been her making him feel pretty damn good, how could he not?

But a match was a match, so he dropped, planting her headfirst onto the mat, her tight legs finally losing their grip around his neck, the blonde scotsman falling to all fours and taking deep breaths.

It took a good half minute or so, but he finally crawled over to where Noomi lay, still looking out of it. No surprise, being dropped on ones head did that. He hooked her leg, raising it high, while leaning his head near hers. "Sorry bout the headache Noomi, hope uh...you still like me after this...wouldn't mind...you know...continuing in private..." he said with a blush being just bold enough to give the dazed girl a small kiss on the cheek, ignoring the giggling "Awww" from the referee girl as he motioned for her to count the pin.

She dropped to her knees, slapping her hand against the mat, with a loud cry of "ONE!"

Noomi lay across the mat in what looked like complete defeat. Barely moving, bright eyes lacking the sheen they had earlier. The faint rise and fall of her chest and her blinking eyes were among the only real signs of life. Had he been able to pin her right away, the match would have been over. There was no real doubt about that. She hadn't been prepared for that move, hadn't tried to mitigate it… it had been devastating.

As it played out however, she had been given a world of time to slowly recover and regain here wherewithal. The platinum haired girl let out a small groan as Edward laid his weight over top of her, pressing her firmly to the mat. This was the first time she had ever been pinned really… even in training they had only really hover d over her. She let out a light sigh when her leg was lifted, not altogether uncomfortable with this feeling… save for the splitting headache.

Even with all her flirtations and overt sexual overtones she had been flinging his way, Edward was still being timid with her. It was perhaps one of the weakest come on she had ever received, but she found it slightly charming.

She came from a world where online anonymity allowed people to routine come into her streaming chat requesting she take off her top or message boards where people wanted to exchange nude photos of her. It wasn't as if this stuff wasn't out there. When she became popular she owned her sexuality, exploited it, and it was doing wonders for her career. To have Edward now sheepishly asking permission a d even giving her a peck on the cheek was adorable.

"Two!"

"Not evening going to buy me dinner, huh?" Noomi had taken all the time she needed, throwing up a shoulder almost as soon as the count hit. She shoved her hands out, attempting to shove at Edward's side to separate the two of them and give her space to roll to the side.

It seemed like it was over for a second, but Noomi kicked out, shoving him aside, the speedo clad fighter getting up to his feet and staying close. He probably shouldn't have been surprised. Effective as it was, that Tombstone was one of the few moves he had managed to get off, she hadn't been worn down enough for that to put her away.

Well, if he needed to wear her down, he could do that.

"I mean, I'd be happy to buy you dinner, if you know, you wanted to go out sometime..." he replied, while staying close, ready to go back on the offensive...but giving her a second to breath as well, unsure if she'd be good to continue after that head drop.

Noomi rolled herself to the side, fully prepared for the fact she was likely to deal with being followed by Edward. To her surprise, he was nowhere near her when she pushed herself up onto her knees. She washed back into sitting on top of her legs, calmly fixing her clothes and hair. If he was giving her time to get up, she was going to milk it for every second he was surrendering. Once she was good and ready, she popped back to her feet with a bit more spring in her step.

"So where are we going?" She hadn't provided the context to the question, perhaps leading to some confusion at first. It was of course in relation to Edward mentioning going out for dinner. She had a sort of casual seriousness about it all, as if this was a matter of fact and already set in stone.

The streamer queen reached up, lightly flicking her pigtails behind her with the back of her fingertips before dropping back into a ready stance. She looked ready to lock up again, playing things defensively if Edward seemed ready for her…Though if their banter had flustered him at all, she would come charging in full tilt, swinging an arm wide to try and catch him with a running lariat!

Had Noomi's response came earlier in the match, it probably would have flustered Ed more, to be honest. Considering she had been all but getting him off for most of this match, it wasn't overly surprising, though it did still take him a second to get used to the casualness with which she replied. "...You like Itali-" he started to ask, getting interrupted as the twin tailed girl charged in at him with her arm outstretched.

Why did people insist on charging headfirst at him while he was looking straight at them?

It happened on the indy scene, it happened in all his AFW matches so far, and each time, it led to the same result, as Edward, on instinct, ducked and threw his body down in a forward roll, sticking one leg out as he rolled, looking to smack his bare heel into Noomi's chest with a Koppu kick!

Noomi drew back her arm, crooked at the elbow, primed and ready to take off Edward's head. He seemed surprised, cut off mid sentence as she charged right at him. It made the platinum hair girl smirk… she was going to enjoy this.

Until he snapped forward towards her. The moment caught her off guard, not sure what the point of throwing himself on the mat was… until his heel whipped around and caught her straight in the chest. "Uurk!" Her eyes shot wide as his weight stabbed into her, knocking her backwards. She hit the ring hard enough to carry her up onto her shoulders and over to flop onto his front on the mat.

She let out a long wheeze, pressing her forehead to the mat. Noomi groaned softly, reaching under herself to clutch her breast where he hit her with a soft hiss. With narrowed eyes she peers across the way to where Edward lay, cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk with frustration and visible annoyance.