Leo Fandero vs. Hitomi Hana

Leo enjoyed the feeling of the side of Hitomi's facing being pressed up against his body, he could even feel the corner of her lips pressing against his ribs as if planting a cute little kiss there. While his fingers curled and griped at her shorts, making the material go tighter around her waist... he found that his own short was starting to tighten up also, as an errection started to poke against the inside of the lycra.

For a second or two he was focused a little too much on that feeling and didn't notice as Hitomi's arms went around the back of his calf to tug at it.

"Woah!" Leo called out as he was taken off gaurd and tripped down to the mat, a second later Hitomi's light warm body followed up as she pounced on top of him, scrambling into a straddle position

"Nhh.. Well.. If you wanted to be on top... Ya should have just said.." Leo said, keeping it lighthearted despite the fact that she had just caught him unawares

That was a bit easier than she thought it would be. While his reputation as the Hentai champ preceded him, Hitomi had done enough surfing through his matches on YouTube to know Leo was still very much a wrestler. More capable than she would be in the ring, at least, with a body to back up the talent. So she took no small amount of pride in dropping him on his back and forcing him underneath her.

And, of course, he didn’t seem all that bothered by his new station in life.

She giggled from atop her comfortable perch on the handsome man’s waist. Her face drew closer, nearing inch by inch until she was close enough to taste his breath on hers, the tips of their noses a twitch from an accidental brush. Her petite rear lifted off him as she leaned in and brought herself to all fours before letting slip a devious whisper. "Where's the fun in that?"

Hitomi suddenly lifted one leg back and brought it high into the air. At the same time everyone realized what she was aiming for, the damage was already done as the unsuspecting brawler rammed her knee into the Spaniard’s eagerly waiting bulge.

Perhaps Leo was too busy enjoying the feel of Hitomi's body, allowing her to get the upper hand and put him on the mat.. But the jolt down against the floor had knocked a little bit of sense into him again. The Spaniard felt Hitomi wiggle her ass and crotch against his belly as she moved down closer to him, the tips of their noses just barely brushing past one another as she whispered sweetly to him.

However as she manuevered herself up onto all fours over him, the ladies man made his move before the young Japanese girl could further go on the offensive with the low blow knee... Reaching up with one arm, he quickly tried to snake it around the back of Hitomi's neck and head, drawing the brunette down under his arm with her cheek nuzzled back up against the side of Leo's hot torso.. Trying to for another headlock, this time grounded on the mat.

Someone was going to call this a dirty move, really unbecoming for a professional fight between two signed wrestlers. Hitomi was just worried about breaking her favorite toy.

There were probably - no, definitely - other places she could have hit that would have been plenty effective. Could have dazed him in other ways. Could have hit him with a move that would have kept things clean.

But that wasn’t any fun. Violence and sex was what everyone was here for, but the best pleasure for Hitomi was tearing up gentle guys like Leo. He seemed well-kempt, smooth with his words and his whole style. What better way to muff things up and get some adrenaline pumping before things got a bit more feisty. Oh yeah, this was so-

"Hey!" Hitomi yelped as an arm snaked around her head and smacked her against the Spainard’s toned frame. Her hands pushed against his stomach, trying to make some breathing room and very quickly coming up empty, her petite rear out and proud for the audience to watch wiggle as she struggled on the spot. "I think - nnngh - you're getting way too attached. We just met, ya hug bunny."

Leo rolled himself over to one side, twisting Hitomi's body along with him so that he could force her weight off of him while still keeping her head delightfully trapped up against the side of his body. From there he could free his legs up and start working to get them underneath himself, moving up into a kneeling position with Hitomi held in the headlock right in front of him.

"Well... Who said becoming too attached was a negative?" Leo mumur, keeping his head down low so that he was practically murmuring his words into the back of her shoulder blade. Leo was pushing from his crouch up into a standing position, dragging Hitomi up with him along for the ride... Suddenly and without warning, Leo lifted his face up away from Hitomi and took his free left arm to swing it over head down in a clubbing thump right against the back of the younger girl's shoulder blades.. Trying to keep her more under his control now after the earlier mishap. Afterwards, Leo slipped the left arm down under to hug around Hitomi's bust area

"I rather think there could be a couple of positive infact..."

It was a little funny in retrospect. In any other situation, Hitomi may not have minded this position all that much. She could think of plenty of ways to make things more interesting, get some hype going pretty easily.

From underneath the heavier Spaniard, though, her options were pretty spent. All she could do was struggle and push against his grip, the curve of her perfect-crafted derrière captured by her tight shorts catching the light as she squirmed about. Reversing things wasn’t really up to her at the moment. She was following Leo’s commands as he loosened himself out from under her and steadily made his way to his feet.

Hitomi yelped as the gentleman slammed her in the back, sapping her energy and feeling suddenly weightless as he continued his ascent. She grunted in frustration as she felt a hand wrap close around her bust, bringing a pair of hands up to try and peel it away but making little progress. Her opponent had regained control and clearly wasn’t about to let it go as easily as he did last time. She clicked her tongue both at his words and her current predicament. Not how she imagined this debut going, but no biggie, she supposed.

Just had to wait for the moment.

With his arm down around Hitomi's bust, it didn't take an awful lot for the Spanish ladies man to twist his arm around to cup at her left orb... Allowing her nipple to slide right into the palm of his hand, so that it grazed against his middle life line there.

He gave her a light squeeze, with the arm around her head as well as the hand gripping her breast as if saying a friendly hello to one of her twins... Down below, the front of his black tight leggings had started to tent out a little as his heart thumped against his chest and down over her shoulder.

With a deep breath in, Leo set his grip firmly and then suddenly twisted around to oneside, pulling her headl ong around with him. Almost reluctantly he let go of her boob as the twist brought them around almost back to bac before he purposely fell downwards towards the mat, dragging Hitomi down along with him as he tried to land on the canvas in a swinging neck breaker

Dang it, knew she should have practiced the headlock more!

She paid good money for those pro-wrestling lessons behind the convenience store and it seemed like all those ten minutes of training twice a week were going to waste. Leo was making her look an amateur! Well, tonight she was, but as millions of views across countless social media blogs will attest, Hitomi had never lost a fight. A typical fight, at least.

Everything about this was far from typical, though. If Hitomi wasn't fully convinced of that quite yet, the hand grasping her tit was more than enough. She gasped in a weird mix of surprise and arousal that, taken aback by the cheeky bluntness of the gesture more than anything else. Like he’d done it on a whim just because he could. Or, just as likely, to distract her.

The viral sensation was suddenly pulled down, joining Leo in his short trip to the ground with a snappy twist. Her head crashed into the canvas as she flopped like a flapjack onto her back, her petite chest rising and falling in a slow and steady rhythm as she peered at the stage lights through narrow, hazy slits. Her pink and brown strands were strewn across her face, making it difficult to discern just how far she was coming or going.

Leo let a faint breath blow out through his pursed lips after landing down on the mat... Up overhead Hitomi lay in an inverted position, her head probably spinning from the sharp neck break fall. Leo rolled over to one side and moved up onto his knees, looking over at his opponent laying on the mat, she seemed even cuter than before.

Grinning, Leo crawled forwards on his knee towards her and then reach down to carefully cup his hands around the back of her head, easing her upwards into a sitting position with him place right behind her... Normally the Spaniard might have thrown her about a bit more to utilize his physical strength and take away her chances in this match completely... But holding her was oh so good...

Slowly, Leo reached his arm around in front of her face so that he could draw her head back... Forcing Hitomi's body to arch backwards with arm and armpit locked just under her jawline. Casually his free left hand came down to rest, low and behold, on one of her plump breasts that were now puffed out towards the ceiling while he tried to completely lock in the dragon sleeper hold.

So this is what a pro-wrestling move felt like.

Before she joined up, Hitomi had scouted out the AFW’s channel for a good hour or two when she was still on the fence about signing on. It was only a few matches, but they covered a good range of what the competition was all about. Some of the stunts she saw though looked pretty rough - and pretty hot, couldn’t lie. She couldn’t help but wonder how she’d stack up once she was finally in the ring proper.

She pretty much had her answer as she stared up on the stage lights from the floor, just about coming back to her senses to feel the pain in her neck and up her back. She brought a hand to the back of her head and groaned as she went to sit up.

That was until she realized Leo was doing that for her, bringing her head up from the ground with a surprising amount of tenderness. The next moment was anything but as she found herself locked into a dragon sleeper. Her heels kicking against the floor as the soreness in her back flared up again.

Oh, and he was copping a feel again. Couldn't miss that.

“You're one cheeky bastard, ain'tcha…?" She muttered through grit teeth.