'Radical' Edward Sealgair vs. Saif - To Be Young

In fairness to Edward, he had never lied. That footjob had been incredible, and the thoughts of getting more pleasure from Saif, of her blowing him, or him, somehow, getting to actually have sex with this exotic and beautiful woman before him, was an absolutely thrilling thought that nearly left him paralyzed with want and lust.

But he also meant exactly what he said, he had no desire to disappoint Valley Doll, and that thought was enough motivation to keep him fighting, despite his attraction and desire for Saif's body.

With the woman briefly distracted and on her ass, Ed, ignoring the large wet spot on his speedo, put power into his shaky legs and ran back, bouncing off the ropes and charging towards the downed Saif. With a swing of his bare leg, he smacked the side of his knee against the side of Saif's head, nailing her with his variation of the Shining Wizard, the Radiant Druid!

Using that to take her down, Edward would then add insult to injury, sitting on the nearly-nude womans chest and hooking one of her long legs under his arms, leaning forward and pressing his wet bulge against her beautiful face as he locked in a pin attempt!

"Cmon, cmon, please, we can have all the sex you want after, just let me pin you..." Edward whispered to the woman, as if trying to convince her to let the match go, even briefly licking his tongue across her bare leg and foot under his arm, a minor attempt of his own at the woman's own seductive ways.

It was not a pleasant fact to admit, but there was little avoiding it. Saif’s mind was fraught with a nagging thought, an inescapable conclusion based on her current situation, hounding her no matter how much she tried to fight it. For a woman of her pride, her abilities, her experience, such a realization came with great difficulty, and it was a testament to the way this match had gone that she was forced to confront it.

Edward was better than she had originally surmised.

This painful point was hard to avoid, but one only had to see her current situation to see why. She had thought the boy pliable, easily manipulated, and perhaps that was true...to a certain extent. But it seems those bounds were shorter than she had surmised, and he was able to turn the moment against her and gain a temporary advantage. A situation that was not going to improve anytime soon.

She was in the process of recovering, picking herself back up, when he came in to finish what he’d started. Saif had only just recovered her senses when he knocked them out of her again, hammering her across the head and dropping her flat on her back, leaving her laid out. Easy prey.

To his credit, Edward did not hesitate to seize this moment and moved in, dropping down and putting her in a pinning position. One with an enticing bonus, as his tongue worked wonders on her leg, enough to make her shiver. To say nothing of his promises, tempting and taunting.

”1…!”

It was enough to get a single count out of her, as she swooned and cooed, enjoying his tender touches.

”2…!”

But no more than two. The instant the referee’s hand hit the floor, Saif jerked up and threw her body to the side, flopping onto her chest and pushing Edward off, a flat refusal of his offer.

Damnit, that was so close!

Despite his attempt to convince the woman to just allow the pin, Saif insisted on continuing, kicking out and forcing his body off of hers. Total bitch move.

Needing to continue the match, and knowing how dangerous Saif could be, Edward grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her back up to her bare feet, and pulled on her arm, trying to irish whip her towards the opposite corner. Once she hit it, he'd back into the opposite corner and charge towards her, leaping the last 1/4th of the way, trying to connect with a Stinger Splash to her chest!

Energetic. Aggressive. Assertive.

Saif had to give Edward his due, he was having an impressive resurgence, his talents coming to the fore now that they’d cleared the match’s first hurdle. She had only started to rise, trying to get her bearings when he came in and ‘helped’ in his own way - pulling her up, sending her off running, and following hot on her heels, a wolf on the hunt.

She hit the turnbuckle with her back and was greeted by the sight of Edward flying towards her, arms wide open, giving her little time to move...but enough, just enough. Saif spun about and stepped to the side in a wild flourish, letting him collide with nothing but the pads and giving her a wide open target to strike.

It was an opportunity, and one she would not waste. Before he could turn around, she brought her leg and swung her heel through the air in a wide arc, coming at the back of his head with a hook kick.

Edwards plan had been simple. Toss Saif into the corner, hit the stinger splash to stun her, and from there attempt some "flippy shit" as his friend Ryo would put it, to do some damage and try to bring her down for the count. After wall, the exotic and beautiful sex-bomb had already proven she was fast and deadly with her kicks, and he didn't want to give her any quarter, less the pink-speedo clad teen risk eating a foot or two.

Unfortunately, he was proven right to worry about her speed, as while he was in mid-air, she dodged, leaving an empty turnbuckle for the boy to crash into, getting a pained cry as he stumbled back on his bare feet...and then Saif's heel cracked against the back of his skull, dropping him flat onto his chest on the mat, cradling his head and groaning as stars exploded in his vision, nearly KOed by one kick!

”Gogogocrap!”

Valley was watching this all unfold from the sidelines, taking it all in, and she’d been on the edge of her figurative seat when Edward came in for that Splash, but in the back of her head, she knew it was too easy, too quick, too brash - but that was their style. No risk, no reward. The sort of thing you paid for, soon or later.

And here they were. She winced hard when he took that kick the head, saw him fall, and for a moment she thought he was out cold. That wasn’t the case, thank God, but he was clearly not on the same planet for the moment. A fact that Saif could take full advantage of.

When he went down, she took a moment to catch her breath, suck in a lungful, then went right back to work. She leaped, planted her feet on the middle rope, bounced off and spun about in graceful twirl. It was a beautiful, graceful movement, but one that had a brutal end - she came down on Edward’s stomach, driving both of her bare feet into his open abdomen.

Edward groaned on the ground, still holding the back of his head, having rolled to his back during his dazed writhing, stars and black spots having formed in his vision and slowly fading away...only to reveal a most unusual sight, Edward catching a glimpse of the beautiful Saif gracefully twisting in the air, the sight nearly taking Edwards breath away...

"OOOF!"

...Until she landed both bare feet directly into his mid-section and actually took his breath away, the hard double stomp driving the wind right out of the speedo-clad teenager, causing his upper body to sit up, gasping loudly, before falling back, either laying flat if she stayed standing on him, or curving into a fetal position if she got off of him.

The audience winced at the sight, Valley winced at the sight, the referee winced at the sight - hell, everyone within a three mile radius winced at the sight. Saif didn't seem to be a heavy woman, probably not a pound over 120, but that wouldn’t matter too much when all that weight was coming down from on high with all the force she could muster. It looked like it went straight through him, and judging from the reaction, it likely felt that way, too.

Instead of getting off, Saif stayed on top of Edward’s body, perfectly balanced on his stomach, calm and unmoving. She stepped forward, pressed her foot against his chest, and leaned forward to press her weight down upon him, planting him against the mat with a striking pose.

It was quite a display, so much of one that it took the referee a moment to register what was going on. A sidelong glance from Saif snapped her back to attention, however, and she came over, dropped down, and began the count. ”1…!”

That...sucked. Despite the womans slim figure, having all her weight come from above onto one point on his stomach, left the scottish teenager completely breathless, even more-so than his orgasm had. Cleary the womans feet should have been listed as dangerous weapons before this match.

As she went into her unique posing pin attempt, and the referee began her count, Edward was forced to realize...he couldn't kick out of this. He could barely breath after that stomp, much less kick out and force Saif off of him!

"2...!"

The referee yelled, her hand slapping the mat before raising up for a third and final time...but luckily for Edward, the one saving grace that kept him from defeat...was that Saif kicked his head off when he was near the ropes.

"THR-ROPE BREAK!" The referee's call ended mid-yell, changing instead to the call of a rope break, as Edward stuck his leg out as far as he could, just managing to hook the bottom rope with his toes!

And so it would end. Edward had indeed provided an interesting distraction, but nothing more than that. A curiosity. The young man had potential, that was clear for all to see, but that would mean little until he realized. In this match, he was putty in her hands, helpless before the might of Saif’s-

”Hm.”

She curled an eyebrow at the referee’s sudden halt, and looked down to see the cause of it. While Edward might have lacked the energy to kick out, he still had the wherewithal, it seemed. An impressive display of ring awareness, one that made his teacher breathe a sigh of relief so loud that she could hear it on the other side of the ring.

It wouldn’t matter.

Without another word, Saif took a moment to wipe her feet off of Edward’s chest, then hopped off her perch, where an imprint of her heel remained. She reached down, grabbed the offending leg by the ankle with both hands, and proceeded to drag his body back towards the center of the ring, well away from the ropes that could save him.