Debut Match: Asher vs Noomi! (Finished)

Standard Match: Win by Pin, Submission or K.O Hentai Allowed

Asher:

Asher's first match was here and it felt sudden but he honestly couldn't complain all things considered; he did sign up for this after all. Backstage he was taking some deep breaths as he got himself ready in the backstage locker room, feelings of excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. He was going in front of the biggest crowd of people he had ever been in front of before and about to take on someone who he had no clue about. He was going in blind, but he felt prepared which did bring him some comfort. He had been training hard for this, and he was ready to show this crowd his high flying style and maybe even win a few fans along the way. Winning the match, he wasn't super sure about, it did seem like his opponent had at least a match under their belt as it was only his debut match tonight. That didn't matter to him though just going out there and giving it his all was all that mattered, and trying not to get humiliated was on that list, the thought made him blush slightly.

Looking himself over in the mirror he had on a modified version of his old school uniform the black pants, were athletic pants that he could actually maneuver in. The jackets crest had the AFW logo on it and the white dress shirt and green tie he wore were easily removed the buttons substituted for quick pull away buttons for when he got to the ring. His black hair was swept to one side so those dark green eyes could be seen. All in all, he felt like he looked pretty good and that he was ready to go out on the stage. One last mental psyching up and he made his way from the locker room towards the curtain. As the announcer began to announce his name, his music kicked. As the words I can walk on water I can Fly rang out he ran out from behind the curtain onto the ramp into the lights of the stadium and the crowd who at least cheered for the new talent even if it wasn't the most enthusiastic ever it was something. That for him though was the greatest moment ever, he had made it to where he wanted to be and now it was up to him to prove that he was meant to be there.

Running down the ramp his smaller form moved quickly as he hopped up grabbing the ropes and propelling himself over in a rather acrobatic display. Landing smoothly he looked around holding up his hands waving to the crowd just full of excitement and energy. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest, he tried to keep himself calm not wanting to just wear himself out with nerves and excitement. Heading over to a corner he tugged off his jacket, then his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt before folding and setting everything down outside the ring. His body was slim with little muscle tone, but it was one that definitely had been trained, it also got some cheers from the crowd at his bare upper chest even if it was a standard affair for most male wrestlers. With that done he leaned against the ropes and waited for his opponent to get this started.

At home, Noomi would have sat behind her desk, in a dimly lit room making kissy faces at a webcam as she tore through online leaderboards slaying the competition. She had become famous within online circles, successfully drawing in fistfuls of money with each new subscription she landed from her many many followers… but in the end it was just her alone, interacting with walls of text or simulated images.

Wrestling had been unexpectedly fun. While her sparring with trainers had been entertaining, normally devolving into make out sessions that found her trainers replaced next time, when she had finally had her first real match, it had been unreal. Her first opponent had been a veteran of the ring compared to her and she had, almost easily, had her way with him. It was a fantastic feeling, one she was looking forward to replicating with each and every person they put in the ring with her. Tonight was going to be great!

Noomi:

Theme:

The silver haired streaming star burst through the curtains, bounding onto the stage to a sudden uproar of cheers. Unlike her first match, her prevents within Tension's roster was no longer a surprise so fans both old and new littered the crowd, throwing up signs meant all for her. She struck a cutesy pose at the top of the ramp, throwing up a peace sign with a small wink as chants of "Boo-mi!" Rocked the arena in beat with her music.

Noomi pranced her way down the ramp, reaching out to graze her fingers over needy hands, outstretched to eagerly touch the young rookie. She skipped down to the ringside area, stopping just at the apron to peer up at Asher from below, a wide grin working itself across her face.

She climbed up onto the apron, slowly stepping into the ring between the top and middle rope with her rump held high in the air, giving the crowd an intentional shot of her undergarments for a bit of fanservice that had them hooting and cat calling her way. Springing upright, she bobbed on the balls of her feet, her ample curves bouncing with each hop.

Noomi's eyes remained locked on Asher as stepped up to the middle of the ring, folding her hands behind her back. She bat her eyelashes at him, looking deceptively innocent at her opponent, taking a moment to blow him a kiss. "Hey there cutey, I can't wait to get my hands on you…"

She bit her lower lip lightly as she brought her hands up in an unmistakable grappling stance, wiggling her fingers playfully. She stood her ground for when the bell sounded, signalling the start of the match.

Asher was there, waiting for his opponent, he had no clue what to expect to come out from behind those curtains. Really anyone or anything for that matter could have come out and he'd have been just as surprised. So when his opponent's music came on and the fans began to roar he realized quickly he was dealing with a fan favorite. When the silver-haired girl appeared, he quickly realized why. She was downright gorgeous, like a complete bombshell. He was pretty sure he had seen her before, not that he could place it, maybe online somewhere? He shook his head trying to get his head back in the game this was a match after all and he couldn't get distracted from the word go!

That was easier said than done though as she came bouncing down the ramp in that ridiculously attractive outfit, and those curves of hers that bounced just right making him feel warm all over. He had been ready for a lot but this girl was a little mind-blowing especially as his first opponent. He'd like to think as she lipped into the ropes her rump in the air that he wouldn't have catcalled if he had been in the crowd's position. Deep down he knew he would, how could you not? She was playing to the crowd and they were eating it up...He was eating it up.

As those innocent eyes locked on him and she bated those eyelashes, he knew there was no way she was that innocent, though it was hard to actually care with the blood rushing down not up and her words making his cheeks heat up quickly. Giving a small nod just a bit awestruck though some would say dumbfounded his eyes moved over her form to that plush lower lip she bit just right. "Right...Yea Let's have a good match then!" He said trying to regain some composure.

As she moved into a grappling stance so did he, it wasn't his strong suit but, he felt it only right for the start of a match. She was taller than him by an inch or so and probably weighed more than he did but he moved in any way. It was his first match so he was just ready to see what happened. With his hands up watching her he'd just shoot in for a simple collar and elbow lock up against his cute and busty opponent. It would be obvious he didn't have a lot of strength if she accepted the lockup.

The second she caught sight of a Rosey his playing upon Asher's cheeks, a primal part of her mind flicked on. That was a sign of weakness, something she could exploit. She smirked mischievously as her opponent neared, stepping up to him to lock herself into the grapple with Asher. Her grip wasn't terribly strong, instead she focused her hands to roam a bit more along the brunette boy's bicep and back of his neck.

"I'm Noomi." She chirped cheerfully, finally starting to apply some force to test Asher's strength. She was amused to find she was able to impose herself a bit on him with raw force alone, though she didn't push the advantage outright as they remained locked in, letting their be a bit of back and forth for a moment.

With a sudden surge she tried to step in on him, bringing her arm up and fully around his head to try and yank him down towards her, shoving his face into the side of her breasts as she attempted to apply a side headlock. If she managed to catch him, she would crank the hold several times, squishing his face up against her chest.

It was his first lockup in the AFW a huge moment, one that he'd probably remember for a long time. So as he and his Opponent locked up he'd give it all he had to be able to push her back. Though she made it pretty difficult to do exactly that as her hands roamed over his bicep and neck. It felt nice, her hands were smooth over his skin, it made his cheeks heat up just a little bit more at the close contact.

"O I'm Asher." He replied to her greeting, his accent was somewhere between American and German like it couldn't decide where it wanted to be. As the lock continued to go he grunted as she was definitely the stronger of the two of them. He almost felt like she wasn't trying as it was more back and forth than he felt like it should be when she had actually tried for a bit there.

His thoughts caught up between her soft hands and why she wasn't going full force left him quite open as she decided to switch the fight up. A small yelp escaped his lips as she stepped in and got a hold of hiss face cranking it down into a side headlock pressed right against the side of her covered but soft breasts. His face was more than flushed now, as he let out small muffled grunts into her with each crank of the hold. His hands flailed a bit as all his training went out the window for a moment. He finally brought them down to her sides getting a hold of her outfit. Huffing against her, and without a better plan, he tried to push forward while wiggling his back to try and slip out of the tight lock she had on him. It wasn't the most technical or even effective maneuver in the world but it was better than just taking it.

Noomi slipped her legs apart, giving herself a firm foundation to keep her balance having learned a thing or two since her last match. Her strength advantage here was unexpected but an enjoyable boon. There wasn't many people she could overwhelm, so she was milking the headlock with each squeeze, making sure she was giving him a face full of her body with the intention of flustering him further.

"It's nice to meet you, Asher." She giggled girlishly as her grip clamped down harder, taking a few steps backwards with him as he tried to struggle free to cut off his first few attempts to tug his head out of her grip. His squirming however would prove itself to be enough, narrowly being able to slide himself out of the hold.

Noomi spun around on her heels almost immediately with a beaming smile on her face. This had already become a game of cat and mouse to her. She bounded towards Asher, kicking off the ground as she threw her body at him, twisting in the air to try and strike his upper body with hers with a cross body block, to attempt to knock him off his feet and land on top of him on the mat.

Asher probably would have felt some embarrassment at being overpowered by a girl who was probably not a powerhouse type if he hadn't been so focused on the squeeze she was putting on him. Each time he tried to pull back, she went back with him making sure he couldn't escape. It wasn't extremely painful but it was cutting off his air and the close contact was sparking arousal that had already been fueled by her already.

With one last grunt, he was able to slip free stumbling backward for a moment his face nice and flush, he looked like the dictionary term of flustered come to life. If he had been paying attention more thoroughly he might have heard the crowd who was loving the start their favorite was off too which was coming squarely at his expense. Yet all thoughts really were on hold as he needed to do something.

It seemed though Noomi had no intention of giving him the time as she spun immediately on him like a predator ready for its prey. As she bounded at him he willed his body to move but it didn't want to listen still dealing with the effects of the headlock. He let out a small cry as she slammed across his chest with a textbook cross body block taking him down to the ground hard. His back hit the mat with a small thud as he felt the air get driven out of his body. He let out a small groan as he laid there underneath her dazed from the hit. The opening of the match was quickly getting away from him and he knew it.

Noomi bounced on top of Asher as both wrestlers went down to the mat, though her landing had been far more cushioned thanks to the male trapped beneath her. She hummed happily, taking a moment to wiggle her body on top of his, nestling up nice and close for a brief cuddle. She couldn't resist giving his chest a small kiss with her warm, wet lips. He was just too cute to pass it up.

"You don't talk much, huh?" She mused slowly rising up off of him on all fours. She turned her body, stepping over his head while still on her knees. Without much warning, she lowered herself back down, attempting to bury his face within her covered crotch as she sat herself up on top of him.

The silver haired girl would reach down to place her hands on his chest, greedily roaming over his body while pushing down to keep him pinned to the mat. She giggled softly, slowly starting to rock her weight, attempting to grind herself down on top of his face. One of her hands slowly snaked down his body, circling her palm over his navel as it inched lower and lower. "What's the matter? You're not done already, are you?"

The landing was pretty rough especially as he was the one underneath her and sandwiched between the canvas of the mat. He laid there with a small groan, trying to catch his breath after the hit, though through the pain he felt those warm, wet lips against his skin making him shiver a small whimper leaving his lips, he certainly enjoyed that despite the ache in his body.

"I...wass just focused on the match.." He got out in reply to him not talking much, he knew some people liked to talk through matches. He wasn't one of them though. Still, no time to dwell on that as Noomi decided to maneuver herself for a 'better' position. His whole world went dark as he gasped out while set that covered crotch right on his face. A small yelp escaped his lips right into her crotch as she made herself comfortable on his face.

Now he had time to be embarrassed, knowing the crowd was watching this cute silver hair girl just sit on his face within five minutes of the match starting after having just taken it to him. Feeling her hands beginning to roam down his chest he let out a low groan right against her crotch which coincided with her grinding back onto his face making it an, even more, embarrassing and somewhat uncomfortable moment. Hearing her teasing words, and feeling her hand sliding lower he began to panic slightly this was turning into a squash. Trying to do anything he pushed his lower body up using as much flexibility as he had to wrap his legs around her head and pull forward to send her rolling off of him with a surprise counter!

"Don't worry, we'll have lots of time to play together… I'll make sure of that." She whispered with a smirk on her face, lowering herself forward a bit more, getting a better angle to press her covered sex up against Asher's face. She let out a content with, his muffled cries and attempts at breath feeling so good against her body.

So close to her ultimate prize, she pushed her hand up along his stomach, playfully walking it towards the waistband of his pants on two fingers. She gently slipped them down flush against his body, starting to work their way into his pants. The silver haired girl glanced back, taking in her freshly conquered foe. It had been so easy…

She felt a sudden buck, thinking nothing of the struggle until legs came up around her head. She let out a surprised cry as they clamped down on her. She tried to sit up again but found herself deadlocked in the struggle, he was trying to pull her off and she was trying to retreat.

She twisted as she fought, eventually being pulled off balance enough that he managed to drag her off him, flopping her down across the mat to the side. She fumbled for a moment before coming to a stop on her hands and knees, eyes narrowed as she stared on in disbelief he had the nerve to stop her.

She composed herself, that competitive part of her brain that was angered by this turn of events was settled by the thought she could do it again… and again. Her eyes softened and smile returned, sinking lowering into her animal like stance on all fours, looking like a feline about to pounce.

"Sneaky sneaky…" She giggled, waiting for the right moment to act. If he attempted to stand up completely, she would lunge at him in an attempt to tackle him back to the mat. If he remained down on the canvas with her, on his hands and knees, she would give him a chance to make the first move before trying something else.