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

God, everything this girl said and did just sent shivers through him. But the groggy teen didn't respond, shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from being smothered out as best he could. The slap to his butt helped a bit, though the following suplex, being lifted up and planted hard onto his back, didn't help as much.

For a second, it once again seemed he was finished, leg and body caught tight in Noomi's grasp, the pin starting the instant he landed, the referee's hand dropping and slapping the mat, counting out "TWO!" before raising again. He was done...right?

No. He wasn't done. He came from a clan of hunters and warriors, he wasn't about to get out-wrestled by some adorable and cute girl! He could still win, he could do this, he could DO this!

As the referee's hand came down for a third time, it came close, oh so close to hitting the mat for a third time, only for Ed, with a loud shout, to kick his leg out out and buck his hips, breaking Noomi's grip and breaking the pin attempt just before the ref girls hand hit the mat for a third time, the woman shaking her head and raising two finger into the air, signaling it was a two count as Ed rolled over and pushed himself up to all fours, eyes wide and panting heavily, waking up from his stupor with new vigor!

Noomi bounced with the hard impact of Edward against the mat, almost breaking her hold of the boy. SHe was able to maintain her grip though, rising up onto her tiptoes with the arch of her back to complete the needed leverage to bridge the pin. She was pleased with herself, managing to get the better of someone who had been wrestling for far longer than she had. All it took was a bit of sweet talk and some extra close contact and she was on her way to winning her debut.

Then her little boy toy had the audacity to once again kick out of her pin. She dropped to the mat in a huff, rolling to the side to pop up onto her knees, looking to the referee for confirmation. Only a two count?! She balled her fists, pushing them into the ring as she looked at the official with narrowed eyes. Stupid woman needed to learn how to count!

“Why won’t you stay down?” Noomi shuffled along the ring on her knees, moving up towards Edward slowly at first. Once she neared, she rose up, getting to her feet for the last few steps. Arms high, interlocking her fingers into one collective balled fist she reared back, primed to strike. With a hard swing she brought them down, trying to clobber the blond with an overhead sledgehammer attack to flatten him back out.

Well, judging by her tone, Edward might have just lost any goodwill Noomi had for him. Well that was going to have to be too bad. Getting caught and nearly smothered out like that had helped snap him out of his lusty daze, and as the panic of nearly losing helped him awaken, his body and brain in panic mode. His chest rose and fell rapidly, panting and shaking his head after kicking out.

He heard steps, moving towards him, getting a brief glance of Noomi out of the corner of his eye, coming at him with some kind of attack. Surprisingly quick, he rolled out of the way to the side just in time, her axe handle smash attack hitting nothing but the mat.

"Sorry Noomi, you're amazing, but I just can't let myself lose if I can help it!" he replied, head much clearer now, adrenaline kicking in for a second wind as he hopped up to his feet, taking advantage of the close space between the two fighters to jump up and kick both feet out, trying to dropkick Noomi before she could get away!

Noomi came down on her knees, swinging her hands down in unison to club Edward only for him to slip away at the last moment. Her costs hit the mat, hard, and her expression instantly changed to one of pain and surprise. Recoiling back, Noomi parted her hands, waving them out frantically as if they had just been lot on fire. "Owowow!"

Her immediate concern hadn't been Edward, truth be told. The throbbing in her fingers occupied her thoughts as she made his move. The dropkick caught her dead in the side. Her pigtails fluttered and skirt billowed as she tumbled to the mat with a this, skidding for a foot or so on her side.

The platinum haired streaming started to put herself up, but stopped only after lifting part of her upper body up. Head hung low, she winced at the sting in her side and the fading pain in her hands. Her head turned slightly, subtly trying to glance over towards Edward to keep track of him without giving away she was watching and waiting.

Ed lay on the mat after the dropkick, taking a second before he raised his bare legs up high, and bucked his body, kicking his legs out and hopping up onto his bare feet, the kip-up getting a light cheer from the audience.

His second wind now fully in effect, the blonde swished his ponytail back and forth, while looking at the turnbuckle near Noomi. Yeah. That would do just the trick. The girl had kept him confined to the mat for too long this match.

Now, it was time to fly.

"You guys wanna see some high flying!?" he yelled at the crowd, getting an affirmative answer in response. With a grin, he walked over to Noomi's body, "It's been really fun Noomi..." he said, grabbing her arm and pulling the girl to her feet, being rough, but trying to be at least friendly about it.

"'But I think its time I put this to bed." He finished, putting a hand on her shoulder and, with a blush, a hand on her crotch, taking a second before scooping her up and flipping her down onto the mat with a body slam. Not the most powerful move, but he figured it would be enough in this case.

With Noomi down and in position, Ed made his way to the corner, wiping sweat off of him before climbing the turnbuckle, his back to Noomi. Once he was up, he would steady himself, starting to stand upright, preparing to go for his Phoenix Splash!

Noomi seemed to understand the bad position she was in. The road of the crowd had an air of finality to it. Edward was prepping for something big, something that might end her. She instinctively started to inch back, scooting on her side away from Edward until he reached out to snatch her arm.

The streamer dug in her heels, trying to pull away as she was yanked upright. No sooner had she been stood up, Edward swept her up off her feet into the air, twisting her in place before bringing her back down to the mat hard. She let out a loud grunt as she bounced off the mat, splayed out before him with a groan.

She let out a heavy breath, eyes watching as Edward moved away from her towards the corner. Noomi stirred slightly, wincing at the sting in her back. Thankfully Edward wasn't the strongest of men nor had he thrown her to the mat with much malice. While she slacked off in much of her training, taking back bumps like this was something she had been prepared for and while the Celtic warrior climbed the ropes, she was already staggering to her feet.

The crowd was loud, filled to the brim with cheers. She wasn't sure if they were for him and his intended finish or the fact that she was up again long before Edward was ready. Wobbling in place she leaned to the side, taking a fumbling step towards the ropes. Step over step she picked up the pace before she was running full speed, throwing her weight into the cables to jostle the turnbuckles and stop the boy from performing his move.

Ed had this in the bag. Noomi was good, and certainly had her tricks, but he was her superior in the ring, he felt, and was about to prove it with his Battle Raven Splash.

He stood slowly, legs a little shaky, not willing to go for the jump until he was fully steady, hearing the crowd get louder, clearly in anticipation for what kind of high flying move he would wow them with.

However, his failure to spot check led to him completely missing Noomi's rise to her feet, and as she leaped against the ropes, the sudden rocking destabilized him, causing him to slip from his perch, landing crotch first on the top of the turnbuckle, the speedo offering zero protection for his tailbone or his personal bits!

Ed let out a loud yelp upon impact, groaning and staying in place, sitting on the turnbuckle, the tide once again turning against the scottish boy!

Noomi bounced on the ropes, dangling in place as she watched Edward come tumbling down. A wide smirk plastered on her face as the crowd let out a collective "Ooooo!" when the turnbuckle got up close and personal with his family jewels. While it may not have been equal exchange, it was vindication for him chopping her across the boob earlier.

Pulling herself upright she walked towards the corner, using the top rope for support as he steps were not exactly solid. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye, a predator stalking her prey as she came up behind him. Ducking down, she reached past to grab his ankles, giving them a twist to cross them under the turnbuckle. Climbing up one rope herself, she grabbed firm onto Edward's shoulders, jumping away from the ropes and throwing his weight down to it snapped down into the turnbuckles, leaving him upside down in a tree of woe.

"You wanted to take to the sky, huh, flyboy?" She had a softness to her voice, eyes sizing Edward up and down as he was left to dangle. She pushed in close, pressing her body to his to sandwich him in against the post. With a playful giggle her hands roamed up and down along his thighs, taking in his body. Her fingers danced, tickling along the way until they reached the lip of his speedo, tugging it up from one side then the other to pull it up along his thighs.

"I am going to make you soar." She drew out a long hot breath as she leaned in close to his exposed manhood, tracing her palm down his leg. Her delicate digits coiled around his shaft, slowly traveling it's length to work him back to the healthy bulge she had seen before. Her luscious lips parted around the tip, bringing it in briefly before withdrawing it with a light pop. Her tongue picked out, giving it a small flick.

"I guess you are treating me to dinner." Her giggling was muffled as she pushed forward, taking him inside her mouth fully. Her tongue swirled over his length as she no in and out to the muffled sounds wet slurping. Her free hand reached around behind him, coming up between his legs to cradle his balls in her palm, giving them a light squeeze anytime he made a move to try and unwind himself from her trap.

Ed was too distracted by his fall and crotch pain to notice Noomi behind him, until, with a shove, he was suddenly upside down, staring at the girls legs, blinking as she pressed against him. "Wha...what are you...?"

He started to ask, in response to her comments, her hands dancing across his smooth thighs and legs, tickling and making them shiver, but his words turned into a loud gasp, feeling his speedo tugged and cool air now brushing against his cock, followed by her warm breath. "N-Noomi..." he uttered, his face, hidden from the crowd, turning the reddest it had ever been, starting to moan as she stroked his cock. Between her constant teasing earlier, and the impact it recently just took, he was rather sensitive between his legs, his cock soon rising to its full length. While not as well endowed as some of the men in AFW, the 5 inch erection was still respectable in its own right, and it trembled before Noomi.

"W-wait, hold o-AH!" Ed cried out, his moans getting loud and continuous as she took his full length into her mouth. To his credit, he did make a half-hearted attempt to struggle, trying to push at her legs weakly, but as soon as he touched her, he felt her hand squeeze around his balls, making him whimper and back down. In truth, it wasn't like he could complain. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted this, from the moment she had him pinned down, kissing him while humping his cute butt, he had lewd thoughts about her filling his head, and now that he was getting it...it felt incredible.

Noomi's fingers flexed over Edward's balls, slowly giving them as twist as he showed the first sign of struggle. One of her legs came up, resting her bottom on the bottom rope as she pressed her knee to his shoulder, holding him pinned to the turnbuckles. She body pushed in close, heaving her chest up against his abdomen, grinding against his bare body.

Her tightly pursed lips draw away, leaving a trail of saliva along Edward's hardened shaft, making a soft audible pop as they parted. She moaned softly, grasping his manhood in her hand to stroke it's length. She turned her head, dipping in between pumps of his shaft to sloppily kiss its sides as if making out with a passionate partner's lips.

"Aren't you going to fight me? At this rate, I am going to win." She exhaled in heated pants, her tone low and sultry even in her mocking. Well aware she was once again in control, she intended to indulge in the moment for everything it was worth. Her hand drifted to the top of his member, circling her thumb teasingly over the tip as she dragged her tongue along his length.

"I think it's time… to milk you dry." The streamer cooed in a soft moan, slowly guiding his throbbing member back to her lips. Her finger slipped away, keeping her thumb and pointer fingers wrapped along his base as she enveloped him completely. She wasn't holding back anymore, rapidly rising and falling on top of him as she greedily sucked at his sensitive manhood as if it held the secret of eternal youth. While within her mouth her tongue circled, remaining attentive. When her lips moved away towards the top, she quickly stroked at his exposed shaft before deepthroating him again, finding a rhythm that provided him no escape as she pushed him towards climax.