Aiden Murray vs ??? - The Audition

So far, so good. As tempting as it had been to lower his guard and let his opponent run wild on him once he found out who it was, he had thus far been able to stick to what Veronica had told him. He was putting his real effort in, and it was paying off. Not just in the sense that he was giving himself a better chance to win, but Rose seemed to be enjoying it too. That seemed plenty of incentive to keep going down this path.

Aiden had managed to trip her up with the drop toe hold, before securing the reverse bear hug. This hadn’t been intended as a sexual hold, but it soon became impossible for it not to be, at least to some degree. The way his bare chest and abs pressed into her back, the way she caressed his hip… Yeah, he could get used to this pretty easily too.

He was caught off guard when Rose suddenly rushed them into the corner, and a heavy grunt was forced from Aiden’s mouth as he was sandwiched between some thinly padded turnbuckles and a gorgeous, half-naked goddess. Then he felt that amazing ass start to rub against his groin, and bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from giving an audible reaction. A small, half-moan he failed to keep in betrayed his effort, as did the firm tent forming in his pants that pushed directly against Rose’s ass. Naturally, that’s when the ref had to come in and start his warning count. Aiden had never wanted to punch one of those guys more in his life…

Rose had only known Aiden for a couple of minutes, tops, but she was already finding quite a few reasons to like this man, and his servile nature was only the most obvious. Easy on the eyes, yes, but there was an athleticism to the way he moved that she enjoyed, a strength in his form that she could feel as their bodies pressed together. To say nothing of the feeling below the waist, a sure tell for how eager he was for all of this.

So firm and so soon. She could have so much fun with this, yes.

She was every bit as annoyed at the count as Aiden was, if not more so, but it was a minor quibble in the long run. This match was hers to control, and there would be plenty of time to satisfy both their wants. She made sure to make the most of this position, though, punctuating every count with another twist, another turn, another grind, and ending it with a long drag along his lap, just as the referee was coming down for the final count.

She stepped off and sauntered forward with arms out, stretching as she moved, raising her arms above her head to give him the full view of her form. Confident, unconcerned, she waited until she made her way to the middle of the ring, then spun about on her heel to face him again.

Leaning forward, she looked his way through the shadows of her cap and licked her lips. ”Again.” She beckoned him on and rose her fists, moving into a more traditional fighting stance. ”But harder.”

Each twist and grind of Rose’s amazing ass against him, timed to match the ref’s counting, brought a small groan that did absolutely nothing to hide how much he enjoyed it. And the last one, far more forceful and drawn out than the rest, drew a blissful moan from the young man’s lips. Rose may have felt a tent starting to form in pants initially, but by the end of that he was sporting a full erection in his pants, and inwardly debated whether or not it was a good thing she hadn’t been able to keep doing that long enough to make him cum. It almost felt unfair that she could be so sexy even while playing up the referee’s warning count. Between that and the nice little show she gave him when she sauntered out of the corner, Aiden wanted so badly to get on his hands and knees and start worshiping this goddess right now.

But that wasn’t the kind of tribute she wanted right now.

Rose was back in a fighting stance, telling him to turn it up. Grinning, he nodded her way. “As you wish,” he said, putting his own hands up in a stance similar to hers while moving out of the corner. It felt a little silly to take a fighting stance while he was this aroused, though his baggy pants did help a little. But more importantly, he had all of a couple seconds to decide how he wanted to play his next move. If he hesitated too long, Rose’s stance suggested fists were going to fly, and Aiden’s gut told him getting in a fist fight with her would not end well for him. So, hoping to take that off the table, he opted for something else.

The moment Rose was within range of his legs, Aiden abruptly spun while swinging his right leg around, aiming to slam the sole of his boot hard into her gut to double her over, and hopefully wind her a bit if it worked.

If Rose told Aiden to get down on his knees and beg, she had no doubt he would do it. Not a single question in her mind.

She had been doing this a long time, long enough to spot the naturals. There were men who just had a little kink to them and wanted to dip their toes in the lifestyle every now and then, and the real ones, the ones who wanted to make this a lifestyle, who would do this sort of thing every day and night if they could get away with it. Aiden was firmly in the latter camp. An ideal sub. She was excited to get this man back to the dungeon, a rare feeling.

But she fought the urge to simply make him submit. She wanted to see him at his best, after all, in every aspect. And that meant getting a feel for the full range of his skills. Hence the call to striking, even though that was hardly her expertise.

That wasn’t to say she had no talent for striking, but it was more Thorn’s forte. It might not have been Aiden's best subject, either, but he was faster than she was, and that worked to his favor, here. She was just winding back for a punch when he spun about and shot his leg, hitting her with a spinning heel kick that had Thorn whistling from the sidelines. Good execution, great power, landing with enough force to send her stumbling back and even dropping her to a knee. She was able to push her way up a second later, but she was still too winded to go back on the attack.

Still, she smiled. ”Good boy.”

Aiden’s boot met Rose’s stomach with a satisfying smack that echoed through the arena, many of the onlookers sharing expressions similar to that of Thorn’s. But the most rewarding sound to Aiden hadn’t come from his kick, but from Rose’s praise. It didn’t feel like a very new revelation at this point, but Aiden felt quite sure he’d do just about anything she wanted to hear her say that again.

And right now she wanted him to keep fighting with everything he had.

“Plenty more where that came from!” he said while moving in to wrap his arms around her head and neck to try to snapmare her into a seated position right back in the middle of the ring. If that worked, Aiden would bolt straight back into a lightning-quick sprint into the ropes. And when they propelled him back toward Rose, he’d drop down and aim a sliding dropkick right into that beautiful bare back of hers.

Aiden Murray didn’t lack energy. That much was abundantly clear.

She wanted him to pour on the pressure, and he proceeded to do exactly that, giving her not a single second of respite. Instead, he came in and brought her close, giving Rose an appreciated feel of his body before he went her up with an expertly executed snapmare. It sent her tumbling straight down on her butt, not the most pleasant experience, but worst of all was the way it left her head. Spinning, disoriented, and an easy target for whatever came next.

As it turned out, that would be a dropkick to her exposed back, one that hit right on the spine. Rose tried to keep her reactions quiet in the ring, but there was no hiding this one - she cried out at the impact, a sharp shriek, and went rolling away towards the nearest corner.

There, she grabbed the pads and picked her way up, leaning back against them for support as she stood. And, naturally, Thorn was near enough to get a few words in. ”Having a little trouble? Want to tag in?” She smacked her forehead. ]”Oh, right, not a tag match, almost forgot!”

Rose grimaced, but kept her eyes locked on Aiden, knowing he’d be back on her soon enough. ”Funny.”

The dropkick had found its target, but perhaps even more significant than the noticeable effect it had on Rose was what was going through Aiden’s mind at that moment. Prior to this match, he had never been in a serious fight with a woman, much less thrown a strike at one. The closest things to a real “fight” or “match” he had had with someone of the opposite sex were a bit play wrestling with his high school girlfriend and the “spar” he’d had in Veronica’s office. He hadn’t even tried to match the girlfriend’s all-out effort, which had allowed her to trap him in a dominant pin. And though Veronica had told him not to hold back against her, Aiden’s hesitance to fully comply had allowed her to scissor and smother him into total submission.

Veronica had broached the question of what would happen when Aiden stepped into a ring for an official match and had to really fight against a woman with everything he had, and in truth he didn’t know what to expect either. It wasn’t that he thought women were inherently weaker fighters, or somehow less capable of defending themselves than men. But he had always been raised to respect women, which he did, and this kind of fight held a different dynamic than fighting another man - at least mentally if not physically. How Aiden felt and reacted in moments like these tonight could potentially help shape his confidence and comfort level in future matches here.

And to Aiden’s surprise and delight, he felt…good after hitting that dropkick. His move had connected, another potential opening had been created, and he was feeling the same sense of exhilaration he had felt during any other match he’d competed in prior to coming here. The normalcy of it was such a pleasant surprise that it further fueled his mounting adrenaline! Grinning excitedly as he moved into the corner opposite the one Rose had gone into, he waited until she was almost vertical before bolting across the ring. Once the distance was closed, he lowered his shoulder and plowed ahead, trying to blast right into Rose’s midsection with a spear against the corner turnbuckles!

Had Veronica been off in her assessment? When the therapist had pitched this idea to Rose, she’d described Aiden as a fine man, honest and energetic, but more than a little open to a woman’s wiles. She suggested no small amount of coaxing would be needed to get him out of his shell and show his claws against in a fight like this, powering past his submissive side. Rose had been confident in her ability to crack that shell, sooner or later, but she figured the first part of the fight would have him melting like putty. So many men in the AFW were eager little puppies after you poured on the charm, and she had so much of it to go around.

But no. If Aiden had barriers, he was breaking past them with ease. Either that, or Rose was doing a better job of assisting him in the endeavors than even she realized. She chose to believe the latter.

As if to prove the point, there was little hesitation as Aiden came in next, moving straight towards her in a mad charge down the center lane. Full steam, full power, and she wasn’t fast enough to get out of the way, leaving her only two real options: Take the move or intercept.

Once again, the after was her choice. As he came rushing in and ducked, Rose summoned her resolve and pushed out, leaping toward him with a short hop. She rotated her legs to build up some momentum then shot out, coming at his face with a bicycle knee, aimed straight for the chin.

Anyone knowing of Veronica’s assessment likely would have questioned it the same way Rose had. Aiden certainly didn’t seem to have the reservations about fighting back against a woman one might have expected. But a closer look as to why he seemed to be able break through those mental barriers told a different story.

Rose wanted him to fight back. She had told him to go all out. Would his performance to this point have been as it was if Rose hadn’t wanted it from him? Not likely. If Rose commanded him to stop where he was and sit, there was a good chance he would have obeyed the order like a trained dog.

Veronica hadn’t been wrong. In this case, Aiden’s willingness to fight was, ironically enough, more indicative of his submissive nature than anything else.

For his part, Aiden wasn’t even considered any of this as he charged ahead at Rose, intent on throwing himself straight through her midsection! Only, that never happened. The Canadian’s surge of adrenaline came to an abrupt stop when Rose’s knee came crashing violently up into his chin! The blow rocked his head back, and his body momentarily seemed to freeze in place before it tipped backward and collapsed like a falling tree, landing flat on his back with his limbs sprawled out.

He let out a faint groan. The man was seeing stars, and it was going to take a bit for him to get his senses back in order.

The audience - and Thorn - winced at the sound of the impact, and they were completely right to. Rose could feel the feedback from her knee, well enough to tell how substantial it was, and the result wasn’t at all unexpected. She hit it flush, and Aiden wound up doing the only thing he really could do under the circumstances - he went down. Folded like a deck of cards.

Rose brought her boots down to the mat and breathed a quick sigh of relief, having put a stop to his momentum before things got out of hand. She wasn’t winded or worried about losing, but the possibility had still crossed her mind. As calm as she appeared, there was something on the line, here. She had told him to give this his best, but if that led to him winning the match, well, that would be a hit to their reputation. Women didn’t lose often in Tension, especially when they were the dominant variety.

Then again, there were ways to mitigate that risk, small as it was. And on that note… ”Getting greedy in there, Rose.” Thorn gave the apron a few hard slaps, as if her boisterous voice wasn’t enough to draw attention from half the country. ”If you knock him out before sharing, you’re gonna see the pissed-off side of me, swear it.”

Right. Share and share alike. ”Very well.” She took a moment to tilt her hat to the side, then strode forward. ”Un memento.”

She came over to Aiden, reached down, and grabbed a two handfuls of his hair to ‘help’ him stand back. ”You’re doing a wonderful job so far, Aiden.” She lifted his head up, face to face, just long enough for him to see her smile beneath the shadows of her cap, then shoved his head under her arm and secured a tight headlock. ”But Thorn wants a look at you, too. So.”

Gripping him tight, she lifted him clear off the ground, looking for all the world like she was about to pull off an inverted suplex. Instead, she fell forward and dropped him with a gourdbuster on the ropes, letting him fall on the top rope with his stomach to fold him in half. For a little extra, she hit him with a quick uppercut to his chest, aiming to knock him out of the ring and send him tumbling.

Down to the apron, down to the floor, right at Thorn’s feet.