James Wright vs. Primrose Palmer

James was picturing it in his head. It was a beautiful idea, to think of his taut body all wrapped up in Primrose's voluptuous curves. It would be the beginning of the end, in James' mind. Primrose was bigger than her and had a lot of heft to throw around. So he knew that it would only take a few moves to wear the woman down if he applied a lot of pressure on his beautiful opponent. And this would be the start of the great culmination that led to his victory. It probably wasn't appropriate for him to grab a downed woman's breast, but it wasn't like any women had any compunction in doing that to him.

It was with those thoughts in his head that he plummeted down to the earth. His purple eyes tracked his opponent's body as she rolled out of the way. James was cringing before he hit the ground. He slammed into the canvas and bounced for a second before coming to a halt. Only the white expanse heard him groan, and he was very grateful for that. He had gone for a spectacular move, and the only thing that he had ended up with was spectacular failure.

James was trying to collect himself as much as he could. The impact of his body against the canvas hurt him, and he lay there for a second. Slowly, but surely, he was going to try to get up and get back into the match. But given how much damage he had just taken and how surprised he was, that movement was very slow.

Primrose was enjoying herself in that match. It was exactly what she was seeking from her wrestling career when she joined the AFW: some friendly combat with some good looking people while basking in the admiration of the crowd. And James was being a delightful first rival. There was something about the man that amused Primrose and also made her remain interested and was something about his character. It was true that the man looked proficient in wrestling, but he was also distracted by something, and the blonde was sure it was all about having to face someone like her. The man had a suggestive approach to her from the very first moment of the match, so she was sure about it: James was a little bit overexcited about the idea of grappling around with her, and she was going to use it in her favor.

James had gone for a spectacular move, but he hadn’t made sure that Primrose was soft enough to remain on the mat to receive it, so what it happened was that the purple haired man fell flat and had some bad moment. As she gazed on the results of James’ flop while she stood up again the All-Mother knew it was her time to keep going. Not wanting her rival to get up and try coming back, Primrose knew what she needed to do now.

Rushing towards the still downed and slow moving James, Primrose did her best to lock her rival in a grapevine hold, rendering the purple haired man motionless and having him in some pain, but also adding a very interesting angle to the match as now both of them had their bodies pressed against each other, Primrose’s generous mounds dangling against James as their crotches were oh so close. The All-Mother’s groans of exertion only added extra sensuality to the hold, and in no time James would feel Primrose’s hot breath against him as their bodies mixed their sweat. Primrose looked at James with suggestive eyes that said “so this is what you wanted from the beginning, don’t you?” while tightening the grapevine.

James was a distracted man. His entire family always gave into their worst temptations. His sister explored her rage by slamming women and men with all sorts of weapons against tons of women. While she explored her sexuality while she wrestled, James took it to another level. He didn't know if, as a male, he was more prone to giving over to his more concupiscent desires, but he seriously doubted that. The aerial ace just thought that he wasn't good enough to fight against his opponents on a serious level, he thought, so he wanted to focus on having all of the fun that he could while he was in the squared circle.

That mediocrity was exemplified by the fact that Primrose easily slapped a grapevine hold on him. James' body was contorted painfully. The aerial ace could not help but let slip a cry of anguish, gritting his teeth as his back got stretched as much as it could go. To make matters worse, Primrose was amplifying the sensuality of the situation greatly. The cry of pain was soon washed over by the moans of sexuality, just as James felt Primrose's powerful pillows press up against his back. Of all of the holds to be in, this was one of the worst in terms of how much it hurt. But of all the women to do the hold, Primrose was one of the best.

James looked around, and tried to assess the situation as best he could. There was no obvious way out of the hold, and even if there were James did not know if he could command his body enough through the pain to ensure that he got free. Making it to the ropes was nigh impossible, especially with how tightly Primrose had him in there. James had to just do what he could to bear it for as long as he could.

Primrose wasn’t one of the most experienced women in the league. Of course she had her previous career when she was younger and more athletic, but for the moment the All-Mother was learning about the new skills that came with her bigger body, and where the blonde was all about quickness and flexibility, her bigger, MILF frame gave her resiliende and strength to apply holds for long time. That was how she got entangled with James trapped in a grapevine hold, spreading the man’s legs open and tightly locking him so he couldn’t escape. It was new for Primrose realizing her body allowed her to do such feats of strength and it kept her surprised to see how unable to try an escape her rival was. That didn’t keep her from tightening the hold though.

At certain point, Primrose noticed how James stopped struggling and some closer look gave away the fact that her rival was actually moaning in between his groans of pain. Could that mean that the man was a masochyst? In the end, Primrose had to surrender to the evident when she noticed how her breasts pressed against the man’s back. James was just taken aback by being so close and personal with a woman like her. It was somehow flattering and it got Primrose in a good mood, but the match was first and she could use her rival’s lack of focus in her favor. Leaning closer to James’ ear Primrose whispered in a sultry tone: “What is it James? Lost your will to fight? Aren’t you enjoying this too much? This hold would last until you break it or you give up, so...” as she finished her sentence, Primrose tightened the hold to show James she was serious even despite the hot situation they were in.

James had not quite lost his will to fight, but it was getting pretty close. Primrose was dominating him and doing it in the most sultry way possible, with a whisper in his ear and two pillowy breasts in his back. The domination was not only in a sexual way, but it was in a very much physical one as well. James was locked in really tightly to this grapevine hold, which was presenting itself as a problem that was getting worse and worse. The pain in his body was becoming worse and worse until he knew that he would soon be at his breaking point. As Primrose pointed out, the only way that he was going to get out was through his own doing.

The aerial ace was starting to really struggle now. He knew that it was going to hurt in the short run, but in the long run it would mean that he was free. Primrose may have been stronger, but James was fairly confident that if he could move the right way, and at the right angles, he could get free. But then again, he sort of had to. This was his only shot at getting free, after all.

Primrose was one of the new wrestlers added to the roster and she wouldn't dare thinking she was wise on the wrestling department  but with some wrestling background to her from her previous career there was something she could get to say: there was some underlying talent in James waiting to surface. Maybe his weakened state had its reason of being in the close physical contact they were sharing, and Primrose was feeling deeply flattered and honored by that, but the man had potential in the eyes of the All-Mother.

As if Primrose's words had served to spur his conviction, James started struggling with more resolution in order to escape the move. The grapevine was a straining move even for the one locking it, and Primrose had managed to hold him for long, but she was feeling her grasp becoming weaker, the shared sweat of her bodies making it harder to maintain the hold but a very suggestive thing. "Stop being a bad boy!" Even with her act it was clear that James would eventually escape, so there was no reason for Primrose to overexert herself. Releasing James, the All-Mother would slowly rise on her feet, ready to see what James was truly about now that he looked resolved to fight.

James was free now. The Aerial Ace felt like he had been through a tornado, but he was free of his opponent's clutches for the time being. His body hade been wracked, absolutely devastated, and here he was. It was a testament to how much desire he had to win this match. Or how much desire he had to get close to his beautiful opponent once more. James wobbled for a second before he found his feet, and looked over at Primrose. He stopped for a second to truly take in how beautiful his opponent was, but soon cast those thoughts aside to make sure that he had enough in him to win. After he won, he could do all the lewd stuff he wanted.

And as part of that, he charged forward. The aerial ace's legs churned as he sprinted at his opponent. "I will show you a bad boy!" He hollared as he charged forward, not quite sure just how ridiculous he sounded. Once he reached the critical moment, he jumped into the air and flung himself sideways. He was going for a full on cross body splash. James was determined to feel the delightful body of Primrose once more, this time under his own terms unlike when he was in the submission hold mere moments ago.

Right from the beginning of the match Primrose had been confident in her skills as a wrestler. It was true that she still was nervous about her debut match, but her good start reassured her and now the All-Mother was sure she could take the victory. Her rival had shown some good resilience though. What at first looked a weakened and flustered James proved to be a fierce man full of conviction and willpower, if only a little bit clumsy in her approach to attacking.

And yet there he was. Not only had managed James to show strength enough to break Primrose’s solid hold, but the man looked on a roll and eager to show his best, and that was a cross body splash that caught Primrose off guard as she was still rising on her feet! Groaning in surprise and pain, the All-Mother fell on her back with James on top of her, both bodies pressing against each other together. Still surprised, Primrose could only wonder about how eager James looked to get his body to rub against hers, but that was also her fault with how suggestive her previous moves had been.

James loudly announced that he was a bad boy, and maybe he was. But he was desperately trying to prove right now that he was not a bad wrestler, which would be terribly difficult if he did not turn things around fast. Not only had Primrose stretched the hell out of him, but she had put him in a very compromising situation. And now, lying on top of his beautiful opponent because he had just pulled off the move, he wondered about what sort of positions he should be putting Primrose in. James felt very strong urges to go for certain positions over others, because he was feeling the woman's warmth radiating up from Primrose's curvy and elegant body.

But that was not what James was about. He was going for the high impact, and he was going to throw himself at her over and over and over until he reached the end. So James rose from the canvas, still aching from what had happened just moments prior, and sprinted toward the ropes. He would jump up and jump on them, only to fling himself backwards so that he would land on his opponent with a mighty splash. The only difference this time was that James would tuck in the air and do a flip so that he landed on his beautiful opponent with that little bit more impact. He was greatly looking forward to the sensation of Primrose's fun parts jiggling.

Up to that moment in the match Primrose had been able to use her main asset. One could say that for someone with wrestling background and a body size as hers her main weapon that night would be her superior experience and strength based in a bigger frame and that wouldn’t be far from the truth, but there was something even more powerful that the All-Mother was using to her advantage. It was absolutely undeniable that Primrose was an attractive woman, she knew it and she was more than eager to use it to fluster her rival who looked a little bit too eager to get a good look (and maybe more) at her body. The All-Mother was resolved to use her natural boons to sway her rival into a dazed state and it worked for some time.

But in the end it looked like James had managed to get his focus and right at the moment he was about to show why he was called the Aerial Ace. With agile moves the purple haired man would reminisce the classic flying wrestlers to work on a perfectly executed flipping splash that made a very good dent on Primrose’s endurance, all that while maintaining that playful attitude of his. If allowed to do his bidding without resistance the blonde would be drained and defeated, so she decided she needed to act quickly. Biting off her pained body the All-Mother tried to use her body as leverage and switch positions that would allow her to get on top of her rival and plan her next move.