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

"Heh, yeah, I guess you could say that, hope you don't mind..."

In truth, Ed wasn't entirely certain going for the pin was the best idea, but he figured he'd give it a shot, in case Noomi had her bell rung from the belly flop she had taken.

"Stamina? I've got plenty...I guess?" he replied, not entirely sure what the girl was going for, though he noticed her leg rising slightly, soft skin brushing against his fingers...and the innocent and adorable look on her face, one he recognized from earlier in the match...one she had used earlier just before doing something seductive...

When she shot her shoulder up, Ed, at least trying to be a gentleman, as much as a wrestling match could allow, moved to get off of her...until she softly grabbed him, holding him close, their bodies shifting until his was straight with hers.

He should have stopped it really. He was more than smart enough to understand pattern recognition after all, and considering Noomi's innocent looks and sensual nature had allowed her to dominate the earlier portion of the match, only a perverted fool would allow such a thing to affect him again.

...As it turned out...a perverted fool be Edward.

Blushing, suddenly self conscious of his body being on top of hers, his near nudity, and still hard speedo bulge that Noomi could probably feel against her, the young Scot found himself drawn in again towards her, eager for another chance to make out with the older girl, emerald eyes gazing into her own...before his vision was filled with a brief glimpse of her cleavage...and then darkness, his face pressed against her chest, letting out muffled "MMMFFFS!", arms flailing in protest as his air was cut off!

Noomi's back arched as she forced her breasts up into Edward's face, fingers still combing through his hair as she held him close. While he flailed, she worked to reposition herself, spreading her legs to either side to better fit the two of them together. Her legs came up, wrapping around the blond boys midsection to keep them locked together as she hugged the life out of him.

"You'll have to speak up… I can't understand you." She gave a soft giggle before pressing her lips to the boys scalp to give him a light kiss. Her body rocked slowly from side to side, building up some momentum before she leaned hard to one side trying to roll the two of them over, switching their positions so she could place herself on top and add her weight to her attempt to smother him.

"Idiot! How could you fall for her wiles again!?" he mentally yelled at himself, chastising himself for letting her play his lust against him. Now he couldn't breath, being smother by two...lovely...soft...breasts-GAH STOP IT.

Then it got worse, the girls legs wrapping tightly around Ed's bare waist, making it harder to breath, before, with some effort, managing to roll them both over, now leaving Edward pinned on his back, allowing her to really press her chest against his face.

"Cmon Ed, think, think...what can you do...what would Ryo do?" he thought to himself, wondering if maybe his friends perverted ways might actually be of some use here, given how intent the lovely Noomi was on teasing him. Curious, and willing to accept the ridiculousness of it if it somehow improved his situation, Edward took a page from Ryo's playbook, actually sliding his tongue out, starting to lick at Noomi's skin while still trapped!

Rolling Edward over had been easier than she thought it would have been initially, but the longer he remained trapped beneath her she knew why. At the end of the day, there was no question he was the more skilled wrestler between them. While both were talented in their own way, he had the experience over her hands down. But he was a man. Like most men he could be manipulated with just the right amount of sex appeal, something she was willing to hand out rather freely.

When most of his frantic struggling had ceased she saw fit to continue to capitalize on the moment by subtly bouncing up and down on top of him, thumping his abdomen with her pelvis and wiggling her tush on top of him. The more distracted she could keep him the less likely he was to try and power of her grasp after all.

She felt something slippery on the crest of her cleavage through the small window in her top that exposed her skin. A faint blush found its way to her cheeks as a giggle bubbled up from her. She had a devilish smirk when she realized what it was. The licks of her opponent didn't have the effects he had likely intended though.

She hadn't become embarrassed or upset… in fact she was all fore this sort of foreplay. Rather than breaking the two of them apart, she doubled down, using her grip on his hair to wrench his head upwards a bit and hunched her own body forward to press his face deeper into the opened slit of her top to give him more access at the cost of even less air.

"Mmm~ Keep this up and maybe I will spoil you with some dessert before we even have dinner." The streamer cooed softly with a hot exhale as she continued to rub her crotch up along his stomach. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the exchange even despite the fact the match had crawled to a stop. There were mostly cheers, though it wasn't for any one of them. Most onlookers watched with jealousy, wishing they had been in the young man's position in his stead.

Contrary to what some would believe, given his attire and the company he kept, Edward was not really good at the whole "being a pervy perv" thing like Ryo was. He could brush past some of it in a fight, sure, but actually using it as a weapon was out of his depth.

He tried though, bless him. He licked at what flesh he could, reached around and lifted Noomi's skirt, revealing her panties and giving her tight butt a firm squeeze, even raised his hips, as if trying to show off the bulge in his speedo that she had caused...which would explain where the blood in his brain had gone it seemed.

None of it was working, however. Noomi, obviously, could not be embarrased by such things, and merely pressed the smother in tighter, blocking his airways even more. Getting lightheaded, starting to see spots in his vision, he ldt out a muffled whimper, gave her cute butt a couple more desperate squeezes, before his arms finally fell to his sides, body seeming to go limp between her, his warm breath on her skin getting fainter and more shallow, appearing to have passed out!

"Ooo~ aren't you just so naughty?" Noomi lifted her backside, with a roll of her hips to make her skirt bob up and down as she pressed her backside into his groping hands. She had no issue with giving him his fill of her, so long as he stayed compliant and docile. Noomi grinned to herself, feeling his strength fade beneath her little by little until his hands fell away to the mat.

"Something wrong? You're so very quiet." She cooed innocently, wiggling her chest in his face as he lay helpless below her. When the referee moved in close to attempt to check on Edward, Noomi cut them off by rising off her opposite possibly unconscious form on all fours. She gave the official a small wink as she'd shuffled on top of the blond to lay across him.

She ran a palm down over his body, briefly tracing her fingers over top of the bulge in his speedy before moving past to hook his leg and draw it up in a tight pin. Her free hand rested on his chest, idly running along the edge of the boy's nipple. "That was fun. Maybe next time you'll put up more of a fight, hmm~?"

"One!"

As Noomi playfully rose up off of the blonde teen, Ed didn't move, eyes half open, looking dull and glazed, his body limp, except for his hard on and the rise and fall of his chest with his shallow breaths, looking entirely out of it.

He didn't seem to react as she touched his member, or to the sound of the ref's hand slapping against the mat, though some observant fans might have noticed his fingers twitch at the count of "TWO!"

The referee raised her arm a third time, bringing it down to slap against the mat and count Ed out...only to stop, as his arm shot up, just barely getting his shoulder off the mat in time!

"Nn...not...not yet..." he mumbled out, slowly starting to shake his head, taking in big gulpfuls of precious air!

Noomi was already celebrating her victory in her head. While it wasn't exactly what she was directed to do from her benefactor, it was pretty clear the crowd were into her. That had been the real goal after all so it shouldn't matter. A dinner date was a nice bonus to it all, especially if they went someplace nice. She was entirely sold on it Edward had the money or taste to treat her to a fancy restaurant, but she would see.

She gave the referee a look when the count stopped, not even having realized Edward had broken the count until he spoke up. She furrowed her brow, peering down at the struggling blond. At first she seemed annoyed but given how feeble he looked at the moment her expression softened significantly. She could play with him a little longer… this was fine.

"You are just so cute." Noomi leaned down to press her lips to Edward's, forcing him back to the mat. She closed her eyes as she mashed their lips together, making the simple kiss into something passionate and draining. After a long breathless moment she pulled away, letting their lips pop softly.

With a soft content with she pushed herself up, taking hold of Dwarfs head on either side to pull him up with her. She was attempting to pull him part of the way up to standing before her, trying to slip him head under one of her arms. She was likely going for a may stay move, a DDT of a suplex, but she was drawing it all out, posing the two of them for the crowd while she had control.

Edward wasn't even sure how he kicked out, feeling barely awake and groggy as Noomi freed him from her lovely busom trap. He could breath again, thankfully. What was it with his opponents being both sexy and looking to choke/smother him unconscious all the time!?

Then again, as Noomi leaned down and pressed her lips against his, maybe he should shouldn't have been complaining. Taking advantage of his fallen and dazed state, Ed did nothing but kiss the girl back, the crowd catcalling the both of them, several making demands that Noomi strip herself, others yelling for her to strip Edward, and more vulgar catcalls demanding that they stop blue-balling the audience and get to more erotic doings, with one woman in the front row actually yelling "CMON! Ride that dick already!" at the swedish streamer.

Pleasant as the kiss was, he was still feeling a bit weak when she broke it off, the little air he had regained stolen by her soft lips. Pulled up to his bare feet by the older girl, his head tucked under her arm, he stood, groaning and hazy, wide open to whatever move she had planned for him at the moment.

Noomi forcefully pulled Edward's malleable body forward, letting him lean his weight into her as her arm wrapped around his head. She threw an arm, posing for the crowd. In a show of dominance she swayed from side to side with him trapped, letting him stumble to stay upright.

"You seem all tuckered out. How is my big, strong warrior going to fight like that?" The streamer cranked the headlock once with a giggle. Her legs parted slightly, during up her stance for what came next.

Reaching around behind him, she gave his backside a firm clap, dragging her hand along the cheek to bring it down to his thigh. She hooked his leg, lowering her own stance for a moment before throwing her weight backwards to deliver a fisherman suplex. She arched her back, keeping him locked in tight as Noomi bridged the move into yet another pinfall attempt.

"One!"