PDSM vs. Wolf and Cub - Old Fashioned

He shrugged at her newest insult, letting the water roll off the duck’s back. ”I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Talkative this one, though Wolf supposed that he wasn’t the best one to judge in that respect. He could be a little chatty during his matches, too, but he liked to think it served a purpose - a good way to slow your opponents down, make them lose focus. The only thing was, it didn’t seem to work too well on all but the freshest of faces, never enough to throw a foe like, say, Dasher off his game. There was a time and a place for all things, and this wasn’t it.

He was tempted to give Selina that advice, but he knew she’d likely just ignore it. Kids these days needed to get burned before they learned that fire was hot, he swore that was the way of things.

Steeling himself, he moved in again, looking to score another lockup and keep the pressure going, a sure way to push her into the nearest corner. It might’ve worked, too, but Selina had more skill than he’d anticipated, and she was able to intercept with a surprisingly swift step - as silly as those high-heels were, the woman knew how to move in them, he’d give her that much. Her leg came up with a low kick, one that took him hard in the knee. It was enough to bring him down to one knee, which would’ve been an even bigger problem if he hadn’t managed to catch her in the headlock.

She started to pull away, and her worried for a second - until he realized she couldn’t because of the mask. Something to make a note of. ”Costume problems?” He had a quick smirk, before he hunkered down on the hold. He reached over to grab her arm and drape it over his shoulder, then surged upwards in a mighty burst of strength, lifting her up, bringing her down, and dropping her on the canvas with a vertical suplex.

“Grr-!”

Selina struggled in Wolf’s arms, her eyes sealed shut as she tried to pry her head out from between his biceps. Her mask was on too well, pushing against the bridge of her nose and serving to keep her locked the painful hold, which only served to frustrate the trapped woman. She had tried all manner of freeing herself, but it was ultimately useless, and she simply let out an annoyed growl as Wolf taunted her, her golden eyes narrowing at him like an angry child that had just been scolded.

Before she could send him any nastier looks, he quickly reached over and grabbed ahold of her arm. Perhaps he would feel a hint of surprise how little resistance he would get from her. Like a rag doll, Selina seemed to follow his lead, letting her arm wrap around the back of his neck, and having him hoist her in the air. Her eyes seemed to watch him the entire time.

At the very peak of the move, just as he had brought her body to the highest point it could reach and wrought as much excitement as it could, Selina moved to strike.

The arm that was wrapped around his neck lashed out like a snake, its fangs coming in the form of her caws looking to rakes themselves across his face while she was still close to him. It didn’t matter that they were practically cheek to cheek with one another, or that Selina doomed herself to massive harm. She simply wanted to inflict what pain she could. In a sick fashion, the suplex she would undoubtably receive was almost considered an award by her.

“Grrack!!!”

Selina’s body bounced off the canvas, her back suddenly a bright red as she rolled onto her stomach, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she panted heavily, her cheeks burning scarlet red.

“SSSSSsssssooooooo NNiiiiccceeee~”

Wolf was expecting to get some real fight out of this woman when he grabbed her for the hold, so he was somewhat taken aback by the lack of resistance. They hadn’t been wrestling for that long, she couldn’t have been tired yet. Maybe it was the outfit? It didn’t look like she was getting much circulation with it, could be blocking the pores. Wouldn’t surprise him, really. So many of these newer wrestlers wore overly elaborate getups, underestimating the importance of being able to breath. It was bound to bite them back. Matches were grueling affairs, you needed all the stamina you could spare.

Some lessons had to be learned the hard way, he supposed, and this would be a good way to teach it. He lifted her up, tensed his back, and prepared for the mighty plunge, ready to hammer her into the canvas.

And then came the scratch, right on his eye, raking him hard across the face at the worst possible moment. Wolf’s knees buckled and he still came down, but it was a rough, haphazard parody of the move he’d been going for, one that had him splatting on the mat.

Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to get them clear while Selina did...whatever she was doing behind him. Crazy woman. He’d be fine in a second, just needed to get things back together after the dirty tactics.

He knew there was little point in complaining to the referee, but his daughter didn’t share the sentiment. ”What the heck, ref? Are you blind? Come on!”

Selina’s back was on fire! Her nerves a blaze of agony and ecstasy as she laughed, half crazed from the sensation and the pleasure it brought her. Her energy level was through the roof, and her mood only improved as she spied Wolf rubbing his eyes! The way he was always so straight laced and a total stick in the mud, it was nice to see him suffer a bit.

The woman hefted herself up like a spider on its legs, forcing herself onto her feet while she chuckled like a loon. Her back was bright red where she fell, but already she was walking towards the downed man. Well, she was only walking for about a step or two…

Then she burst into a stampede of a sprint!

Like a spider with a sly caught in its web, she pounced, her hair trailing behind her, revealing her smiling face as she looked to jump onto the mans back! Her arms moved to wrap Wolfs thick neck into a sweet, tight embrace! Her legs would squeeze down on his waist with surprising power, like her suffering made her stronger! All the while she nuzzled her cheek against his skull!

“Your partner has such a lovely voice~ I bet her cheers sound delectable!”

Wolf would give this woman credit for one thing and one thing only - she knew how to take advantage of a situation. He’d only started to get back up when she came over and got all over him, wrapping his thick neck in a tight hold and getting her legs around his waist. She wasn’t the strongest opponent he’d faced, but she seemed to know how to make the most of what she had, and he had to bring his arms up to pull at her arms, looking to relieve the pressure. Good move.

”Dad!” Cheyenne leaped up and down, holding her arm out, leaning over the ropes. ”Get a tag in!”

It wasn't the worst idea - no, this match hadn't gone on too long, but a tag would’ve given them a way to whittle down their opponent, keep them guessing. There was no way he was letting his daughter in here with a woman like this, though. Not until he watered her down a bit, at the minimum.

Shaking his head, he rose up and started to back away, trying to get his feet steady. He knew how to deal with a hold like this, but he needed to gather his bearings first and then act, not rush into action and wind up screwing things over.

Tighter and tighter and even more TIGHTER!

Selina’s muscles burned as she continually contracted them! More and more she forced her muscles to pull inward around Wolf’s blasted throat, strangling him in the most brutal manner she could! The only way it could have been worse was if she were to choke him from the front, as though she would murder the older man. She may have acted nuts, but she was smart enough to know how to keep the fun going, and that certainly wouldn’t do!

The cries of the cub were a sweet song, but nothing was distracting her from her current goal! Had her mask been off, her wide, wicked grin would have been a slightly disturbing view, as she seemed to be gaining pleasure from both choking the man as well as pushing herself! It felt like she was trying to break his neck by sheer force! But Wolf was much stronger than that…he proved that as he slowly began to stand back up.

His arms pulled at hers, making it a fierce and brutal competition of strength! Wolf may have had a superior amount, but Selina had leverage and an angle to go with her. Not to mention gravity, if she so chose. Yet as Wolf began to stand higher and higher, Selina found her pleasure going away.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, air hissing from her mask as one of her legs unraveled itself from Wolf’s waist. She used her other leg to hold on tight, slowly peeling herself away from Wolf, careful never to give him an easy angle to flip her over.

As soon as she had gotten into position, her dangling leg would strike at the back of wolf’s knee like a venomous snake! If she managed to, she would actually kick off Wolf’s broad back! Looking to get away from him while using guerilla tactics to work her larger opponent down!

Much in the same way he was looking to wear her down.

Wolf wanted to say that, if he were a younger man, this wouldn’t be nearly as big a problem. That, in his youth, he would’ve already had Selina pinned, that he could’ve wrapped up this match against two amateurs in record time.

But no, that would all be a lie. Even in his prime, this sort of thing would be a pain to deal with. He’d always hated getting choked, and Selina was better at it, far better than he would’ve guessed.

Even his neck, thick and strong, was having trouble keeping things up as her grip grew tighter, stronger, deeper, summoning strength from some horrible place. It was a bad look for multiple reasons, but more than anything it enforced his need to keep Cheyenne out of the fray for a while longer. Would she have done well in this match, against these sorts of opponents. Maybe, but he wasn’t keen to find out. Not in their debut match.

He could get out of this. He just had to move her back, get her into the right position, and…

Wolf had planned on hammering her into the corner, using the pads to scrape her off, but Selina looked to be one step ahead of him, getting her leg clear before she had the chance. A kick to his knee brought him down, and another kick made her bend forward, nearly toppled him over - nearly. Far too close to his liking.

Wolf swung his fist out hard behind him and caught nothing but air, his opponent having the sense to back off. Smart.

Hissing at the pain in his knee, Wolf pushed up and turned around with arms raised in a tight guard, hoping he’d be able to withstand whatever was coming his way next.

Wolf was hurt, and his weak point was clear as day! So many years of slams, submissions holds, and getting thrown through tables must have put countless wear and tear on his body. His joints couldn’t have been feeling good…at least, not after all the times after it had been struck. Perhaps some may have thought it to be cheap, constantly attacking a single point to wear a foe down…Selina just thought it was exciting.

The thing was, Wolf was just so slow with his hurt knee…it was like fighting a wounded animal, so the princess of pleasure had to make it entertaining~

When Wolf finally stood up and turned around, Selina would have already bounced off one of the ring side ropes, dashing towards him with surprising speed. While certainly not the fastest fighter, she was quicker then before thanks to her boost! Her fist looked reared back as though she were going to sock him right in the jaw!

However, Selina was once again playing games. She would move to slide under Wolf, so sure and tight in his defensive guard, and instead look not to attack the enemy castle’s front, but rather behind its stone walls! Her goal was to bounce back once again and hopefully smash into Wolf’s back with a vile elbow! Looking to get him right in his spine and let the pain in his body absolutely envelop him!

Wolf had never been trained as a boxer, but that was the good thing about wrestling - it exposed you to so many styles of combat, something was bound to rub off eventually. It definitely came in handy with the younger generation, where so many of the newer wrestlers were incorporating MMA into their movesets.

So, when he Selina came bounding towards him, he met her with a professional guard. Arms up. Tight. Good from. Ready for whatever she could throw his way.

Or so he’d throught

She ducked and slid around him, moving with surprising grace. He started to turn about, trying to at least keep pace with her, when the futility of that was demonstrated in the most painful way - an elbow to his back, crashing right on the spine.

The surprise was more than enough to drive him down, never mind the pain, and he fell to his knees. This time he stayed there, his aching spine demanding it be given a moment to recuperate it, despite what the rest of his body thought about being left so open.

Watching wolf fall really was like watching a large oak tree be cut down. His fall was slow at first, so much so it was hard to tell if he was actually stumbling forward, or he just received a nasty bump on the back. The man swayed forward, just enough to tip his balance, and like an oak, his own weight brought him the rest of the way down. Selina actually jumped back slightly as to avoid Wolf’s fall, and while he only fell to his knees, the ring seemed to shake as though a titan had fallen from Olympus.

Still, Wolf being on his knees was absolutely delectable in Selina’s eyes. Sure, it was stereotypical given how she was dressed, but she clearly enjoyed the clear position of power she held. The look in her eyes revealed a slightly sorrowful expression as her hand once again reached for the ghost of a whip that was no longer there. Having any kind of restriction applied to her seemed to be a new experience for her, but she was certainly making due with what she had.

She quickly dashed over to the fallen foe, perhaps a little intimidated by his own experience to let him rest for too long. Her foot falls were quick, an encroaching danger sliding up behind wolf. The goal was simple…

Selina planned to drive her knee right into the back of his skull!