John Carnaby vs Nora Novak - Play Fighting

Match Rules: Win via verbal submission. Fight takes place in a giant 'Playroom' with a velvet matted wrestling ring, mood lighting, in one corner there is a giant pile of various pillows, another corner has a park swing set with another corner having a pair of luxury bench chairs.

John was no stranger to the oddness of Tension and to a lesser extent Japan in general, but a match was a match. He had to look over the stipulations again just to double check this was real. The artist regardless got himself a heck of a doozy tonight it seemed, submission only? He was fine with that, after all grappling was his forte in the warriors without borders. Since coming back to Kyoto John had been taking to applying his holds with a more enthusiastic approach, still though it made John wonder what his opponent was like this evening. Nora Novak, John had managed to get a look at her. Hadn't really done much, but damn. She was a girl and a half if her looks were anything to go by, something about her made the scribe real curious.......

The artist was told he was to go to some apartment building, one of those that catered to something as special as this. It was late at night now, bout 8PM based off John's phone. He sauntered into the building and headed up a bunch of stairs, to the room number. Dressed in his usual blue leather trench coat and ring gear underneath. That of a black leather top held at the front with a pair of brown leather belts to show his highly toned chest, topped off with black jeans and brown sneakers.

He scanned the QR code reader with his phone and heard a clicking sound, taking a deep breath (And trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever may lay ahead for him in this room) the scribe would then open the door. It led down to a nice little hallway with dim, romantic levels of lighting. With a little cloak spot of sorts, John hug up his jacket and stuck his phone in there. At the end of the hall was a big pink door with the word 'Playroom' emblazoned in gold at the middle of it. Taking another deep breath to mentally prepare himself the scribe stepped right in.

What he saw certainly lived up to the name, John caught a big whiff of strawberry. A scented carpet and candles that were lit up near the top of the room that really helped John feel like he had a bowl of them nearby. The whole place had the lighting for sure. Not too far was a wrestling ring with a refgirl already standing there, she lazily waved with bedroom eyes at the artist who spotted the velvet matted ring. It looked really comfy, like a bed shaped wrestling ring almost. In one spot John saw a massive pillow pile, including ones that were very much the size of.....dakimakuras. Was there one of him? The artist decided very much against checking it, he looked around and saw a pair of luxury bench chairs. Made out of leather, comfy.

The last thing caught his interest, a swing set like you'd see at the park. John smirked and chuckled to himself, why the heck not? It was near to the door at least, might as well enjoy himself in this playroom. The artist sat himself down on one of the swings and started swinging, consider it a pre match warmup he reasoned. Nothing like a good rush of air after all........

Nora remembered how odd pro-wrestling had seemed to her the first time she had watched it so many years ago. If anyone had told her then about the kind of match she would find herself in tonight, she likely wouldn’t have believed it. But once her appreciation for the sport had blossomed, she also came to accept and appreciate the many peculiar match styles that were born from it. Only in wrestling could the rules and settings be customized to allow for such a wide variety of ways for participants to subdue, conquer and humiliate their opponents. One could argue this is one of the reasons so many consider wrestling an art form.

But Nora was just as excited about who her opponent was as she was for the unusual match style. John Carnaby was a man she already knew much about. And perhaps more importantly, he would be the first real test of her skills here in Tension. Anyone familiar with the promotion knew of his skills in the ring, and those of his partner Ryan Knight. They were both legitimate threats to anyone they stepped in the ring with. But that just made her all the more excited. This man might not just lay down and let her smother him into submission… But she was going to smother him into submission anyway.

Nora:

Not long after John settled in on the swing, the door opened again, and Nora entered. The robe she had worn upon arrival had been hung up next to John’s coat. Now the only thing she wore aside from her revealing, skin-tight wrestling gear were a pair of gold high-heeled shoes. She stepped out of those and brought her feet back down, humming at how pleasant the soft carpet felt beneath her stocking-covered soles.

She began to slowly saunter around the room, taking in the extravagant decorations. She moved to stand by the ring and gently ran a hand over the velvet mat, pleased with how it felt. Turning toward the dakimakura pillows, she giggled at the sight of other roster members on them, as if several wrestlers from Friction and Tension had been gathered as a small, private audience. Only then did her eyes finally turn toward John, a small grin tugging at her lips. But then she moved to one of the luxury chairs, observing it for a moment before holding her hand over the seat of it.

“This will be a perfect spot to put your face when I sit on it,” she said, as casually as if she were deciding where to place a new vase she had just bought. And with that Nora returned to the ring, ascending the steps and sliding in through the ropes, coming to stand on the velvet mat with her hands on her hips while she smiled at John.

“Shall we get started?”

Shuffling about on the swing was hopefully going to help ease any worries that John had, it wasn't that he doubted his skills. Far from it given his renowned nature, it was more just that this was something odd. He was far more used to being in a proper arena, not a fancy playroom. Even if it did have a ring, still he kept faith in his skills as he always did regardless of wherever he'd be placed. Besides he could help but smile a little as he remembered what it was like to swing on one of these park things, no sooner did he get into the so called 'swing of things' did his opponent for tonight enter. Her hair meshing well with the mood lighting was the first thing the artist caught sight of, then as she got fully revealed John was able to get a good look at her even as he swung back and forth.

Hot damn, Nora had such a curvaceous figure John at first had wondered how her grand bust and heart shaped butt didn't explode out of her corset. Then again she had a pair of delightfully thick thighs clad in stockings that likely supported her frame that left her slightly taller than him! John gulped quietly. Making sure to remain focused best he could, this woman was sensually lethal right from the get go. Regardless the scribe would let out a "Heya." as a greeting, as it was though Nora might not have heard the artist from up top on his swing. Regardless John decided to be quiet now, if Nora was intent on checking out the playroom they had for the night. Honestly he wouldn't have been surprised if the Smother Queen had this place for herself or something. Regardless he played it calm, calm as he could when she chuckled at those dakimakuras that were in the corner. If there was one of him there he'd take it outta there and burn it first chance he got.

Then it seemed that she'd make eye contact with the scribe and comment on how John's head is gonna be put on that luxury chair, followed by Nora sitting on him. That made John's eyebrow twitch just a bit, she hadn't even given him a heya handsome and already trash talking? John decided to snark back with "Oh? How about I give you a nice spanking there instead would you settle for that?" regardless the Smother Queen shuffled into the ring and asked if John was ready to tussle.

He lept off the swing and landed smoothly, John smirked and cracked his neck as he made his way into the ring. Jumping up to the apron and then right over the top rope as he kept eye contact with Nora and got to his corner, the refgirl went over and patted John down. She smelled of strawberry too, must have spent a looooong time here. Something told John he'd have to regardless of how this went down, regardless his heart was already pounding hard. Even if Nora didn't own this place this could certainly count as a domain for her.

"Let's play." John said with a smirk, deciding to crack a joke about the place as the refgirl would proceed to move towards patting down Nora. Leaving the artist to bounce around from side to side to keep himself fresh until the bell rang proper here......

“By all means, feel free to try,” Nora playfully replied after John’s suggestion of spanking the Smother Queen on the luxury chair. Neither one of them had any intention of letting the other have their way so easily, but clearly both already had ideas for tonight swirling through their minds. Already very much looking forward to this battle of wills, Nora couldn’t help but grin a bit as John vaulted over the top rope to join her inside the ring.

When the ref came to pat her down Nora moved and adjusted as needed to let her do her job. The refgirl knelt to pat down the Smother Queen’s stocking-clad legs, which Nora presented to her one at a time. With these the ref took a bit longer, perhaps enjoying the silky smoothness of the stockings. Nora cast an amused glance down at her before turning her grin back toward John.

“You’ll get to feel them too soon,” she said. The refgirl had a slight blush on her cheeks as she stood back up, trying to look as professional as possible given the setting. With no timekeeper or a bell to ring, she cleared her throat and stood in the middle of the ring, holding a hand in the open space there.

“And… Start!”

With the match officially underway, Nora strode out toward the middle of the ring, enjoying the feel of the velvet mat under her soles as she went. Once John was near, she put her hands up and lashed out to try to initiate a lockup with the scribe, but wouldn’t hold that position long before attempting to sling an arm around her foe’s head and neck to pull him into a tight side headlock, pressing his cheek right up against one of her large breasts.

Nora's comments made John's eyebrow twitch a little, but he played it cool. Used the sensual lighting to hide that from the Smother Queen, last thing he needed was to lose his concentration here. Something told John that Nora was as lethal as she was sexy, which was to say very much so! His heart was already beating as the ref girl went over to check up on Nora and spent a nice time there checking her stockings out that clad those thick thighs that helped support Nora's busty frame, jeez she was eating the ref out the palm of her hand there. John eyed Nora up and down, not to check her out (He was sort of but he had to focus!) but rather to see if her confidence was unfounded or not. She could have the charm, but actually backing it up was a whole different matter.

Regardless the ref girl motioned and said it was go time, play time. The artist was known for his more cautious approach in the ring and this was no different, he trusted in his grappling game that helped him win the day several times. It seemed that Nora was also one that was keen in that field, as swift as a bird the Smother Queen managed to wrangle him into a tight headlock. Bringing the artist's head right to her prodigious bust! This had managed to take even John by surprise as he gave a quiet gasp as he inhaled Nora's scent and softness, drawing on his experience of being in a similar situation to make sure he didn't simply flinch up as best he could.

As much as the artist would love to examine such a masterfully crafted pair of breasts in intimate detail John knew he had to do something out of this, the scribe decided to try and perform some offence here. He lived up to his earlier statement by quickly shooting out his right hand and spanking Nora's rear end, no doubt lightly reddening it with a slight jiggling display. Before attempting to use that arm to try and drive a couple of elbows into her midriff, at least to try and discourage her from this current course.

Though she didn’t call attention to it, it didn’t escape Nora’s attention that John’s eyes were roaming over her body, and it brought a slight grin to her lips. John could justify it to himself however he wanted. Nora was very well aware of the effects her curvaceous body could have on people. John was hardly the first man she had noticed ogling her. She wondered which part of her was holding his attention the most. If she could find that out, it could be a fine thing to use to her advantage in the match.

With the bout officially started, the two quickly engaged in the middle of the ring, and Nora secured a tight headlock on the artist. Judging by the sound she squeezed out of him, it seemed she had caught him by surprise with it. But then it was Nora’s turn to be surprised, as she felt the sudden impact of John’s hand smacking against her butt! The shock of it did cause her hold to loosen up slightly, and she almost lost her grip on him when he began thrusting forearm strikes into her midsection.

But just before her grip let up, Nora grunted while pivoting her hip into John while jerking her arms forward, attempting to flip him forward and drop him on his back with a judo hip toss!

John was no stranger to trying to get out of a tight headlock, grappling made sure that sort of thing was par for the course. He also at some point would have liked to admit that he became more accustomed to the wiles and sexiness that many a woman of Tension could claim and display, yet as best John tried he couldn't help but find Nora's scent to be so damn enticing. Lavender he was thinking it was, bit of Lilac in there too. Still John knew he couldn't just lay down, he had a name to keep up to.

Besides there was no fun in just that, hence why he decided to be a bit creative there instead of trying to irish whip Nora to the ropes there. It seemed that had actually taken the tall girl by surprise there in fact, maybe she wasn't expecting the usually polite artist to be so bold there. Regardless he'd wager they'd both find out that the other was full of surprises by the end of the night.

Still though it seemed that the artist was making progress in breaking Nora's lock, however that seemed to make the smother queen decide to resort to a move shift to regain the advantage in her favour here. Because the next thing John knew she had pivoted her womanly hips into John and suddenly flipped him around in the way only a skilled Judo user could do so, Mr Carnaby's vision went upside down and he crashed onto the mat with a heavy thud and a yelp of pain from the artist. "A-ack....." John grunted out, damn that smarted. It seemed that Nora had a good martial arts background there, John was able to gleam that out at least. One could say that had been literally beaten into him there as he was left reeling from Nora's move!

That was such a satisfying throw. It wasn’t that Nora was angry with John for spanking her. But many who looked at Nora in the ring for the first time were quick to assume she was all looks, no talent. So naturally, her skills as a blackbelt judoka often came as a surprise to people when put on display, especially opponents on the receiving end of it. And John was quite a reputable grappler himself. Succeeding in throwing him, executing the first takedown of the match, Nora couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride at the accomplishment.

Grinning slightly at the downed man, the Smother Queen wasted no time in capitalizing. She grabbed his wrist again and pulled just enough to raise his torso off the ground a bit while she dropped down beside him and slung her legs around his midsection. Then she’d clamp down while crossing her feet, squeezing John between her thighs in a tight body scissor.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to touch a lady like that?” she asked in a playful, teasing tone while grinning at him.

John was no stranger to playing mind games with people, he'd been able to roll with the best there. The artist just figured since Nora talked so freely about sitting on him he figured it'd be perfectly fine to get a bit friendly, plus it helped him feel less.....flustered ironically enough. Didn't do much to help the sore feeling in the artist's back from being slammed there, John could tell right away that Nora must have a judo background of some sorts. Crap, no worries John knew full well what he could do. He had holds that could make even the most flexible of people contort in pain, something that he'd taken to learning with even further gusto now that he was more......loose with the rules nowadays. He'd have to introduce Nora to them at some point hopefully, once he had weathered the storm that the smother queen was about to bring on him.

She took advantage of John's stunned state and managed to cinch in her voluptuous legs around John's body in a simple but lethal bodyscissors, the artist had managed to take in a fairly deep breath beforehand. Helped to handle the pressure that was getting wrapped tightly around his waist, Nora would surely find that John didn't panic as befitting a former title holder. He'd been locked in things like this all the time, John already displayed his experience by quickly rolling around the instant Nora had settled herself in. To make sure she wasn't tooooo comfortable here.

John felt the pressure for sure, he briefly winced but then chuckled at Nora's little remark about not touching a lady like that. "Oh don't.....play coy with me Nora, you liked it don't pretend.....otherwise~" the artist with his held hand still managed to twirl and then flick some of the beautiful strands of the smother queen's hair to emphasise the fact. Right before trying to use his free arm to deliver some elbow shots right to Nora's legs and knees, John wasn't the sort to simply wait around when he could make attempts himself while still fresh. Not to mention they were in the middle of the ring right now, best to just try and see how willing Nora was to either shift around or stand her ground. After all it wasn't fun if he just lay around and did nothing anyway~

“Hmmm, I wonder~” she replied, maintaining her playful grin while giving him another tight squeeze in her scissor hold. Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have liked it if most others had tried it. But John seemed to be in a similar spirit as her for this match. It helped to know that he didn’t intend the things he did in this match with any more disrespect toward her than she intended toward him.

However, that also meant he wouldn’t be holding anything back. Case in point: the elbows he began hammering into her leg. Nora only waited through a few of them before she released her hold, pressed a stocking covered foot to John’s side and pushed him back so they’d both have room to get back up to their feet.