Shin Utaka VS Bryan Daniels: Bear Necessities

Shin was called the Bear of Japan for a reason. No way was she going to be tamed this easily, especially to a airheaded stage walker like her opponent. So as he would quickly find out as Shin rained blow after blow on the ginger’s (admittedly pleasant to look at and feel) Abs.

Her attacks worked and Bry loosened his hold, but didn’t fully release. Instead he would drag Shin up to their feet before turning the two around so that their faces pointed to the sky. Shin was about to pry herself away from him and retake control, when she suddenly felt his hot breath against her ear. A shudder she did her best to hide with struggling shook through her as he whispered his plans for her if he won.

Then they dropped and Shin was driven neck first into the canvas! She Bear letting out a near silent shout of pain as the air inside her left. Rolling onto her side whilst holding her neck!

Considering the scarcity of thoughts typically occupying Bryan's head at any given moment that don't revolve around hair care products or tanning booth procedures, it should come as no surprise that the vainglorious fashion model did not spare a thought as to just how ferociously a lady with "Bear" in her name would fight back. Even after being corralled into a guillotine choke with whispered promises of being romanced to the starlit heights of sensuality by the one...and only...B-RY~. Fortunately for him, a well-timed neckbreaker settled Shin down before she could further bury her knuckles into his sculpted physique.

Bryan at first checking for bruising against his side torso after motioning up to one knee with a pained wince, but capitalizing on the languishing bear-woman by tipping her over so he could straddle the small of her back. The grappling fashionista applying a hammerlock to her right arm, but settling down atop her to the point she could feel the warmth of his breath. "You're better at this whole wrestling thing than I thought. Guess you need a little more time to warm up to me, is all." Bryan's free hand beginning to soothingly caress Shin's muscled abdomen and have her become accustomed, and eventually welcoming, to his roving hands.

Shin shook her head as she writhed in the canvas. Damnit, she needed to get her head in the game! She can’t allow herself to get distracted by this perfume bottles annoying whispers. Whispers that as much as she hated to admit, refused to leave her mind. But no longer! When she got back up, she was going to enjoy wiping that smug look off of his face.

That is, if she’ll even be allowed up in the first place. For the bear was suddenly rolled onto her front, her breasts mushrooming against the canvas. She felt Bry’s weight settle on her back and she let a growl slip through her lips as one of her arms was trapped in a hammerlock. That growl would turn into a gasp however when she felt Bry’s full body settle on top of her. The heated breath brushing past her ear, and his hand tickling down her side.

“Ghrr! Warm up huh? When I get out of this I’m knocking you out cold!”

*Brrrrr* Bryan should consider hauling a portable freezer with him the next time he squares off with Shin considering all of the cold shoulders she's presenting him with. Not to worry though, because B-RY hasn't yet failed in defrosting a lady's chilly demeanor once he set's his alluring gaze upon them. He settled himself upon her intimately tightly to the point where the bulge of his package was a tad noticeable against the plump curvature of her rump, although it was a sensation she'd be forgiven to not notice considering the tender hand massaging her hardened abdomen and luscious whispers breathed into her earlobe.

"Hey now, I'm jus trying to serve you up a compliment here. S'not my fault you were distracted by my flawless beauty and now find yourself trussed up and squirming in my little bear trap, Honey Boo Boo. Spoiler Warning - It's only gettin worse from here." Bryan made good on the foreshadowing by hoisting himself up and position himself sitting sideways across her back so his legs extended outward. He'd have Shin's formerly hammer-locked arm now situated over his shoulder before interlocking his hands across her lower face in a chickenwing crossface that was as brutal to the recipient as satisfying as it was for Bryan to lock on.

It was hard to tell if the redness on Shins cheeks were out of anger or embarrassment, or maybe even something else. Though if asked the bear would immediately say it was anger as she did everything she could to struggle out of Bry’s place on top of her! Doing her best to ignore the way his iron like chest grinded against her shoulder blades. Or how his hidden package rubbed between her cheeks every time she made an attempt at escaping.

Or the annoying whispers in her ear as the fashion model gloated about how he caught Shin in his little “bear trap”. How original. Shin could hear her eyes rolling at the poor attempt at a pun. What her eyes didn’t roll at however was the comment about how it was about to get worse. And the next thing the bear knew, her arm was yanked behind Bry’s shoulders and his hands clasped over her mouth. And then she was yanked back in a brutal crossface! A muffled groan leaking between the fashion disasters fingers!

The benefits of locking Shin down into this particular submission went beyond the obvious and clichéd for old B-RY. Of course it was excruciating as all hell, and if he was one lucky duck it may even have the Bear-Woman tapping her Bear-Hand against the canvas eventually. But the more immediate benefits were that all of her seething snarls were getting suppressed against his hands that were now mushed against her mouth in the submission. A lil' bit of peace and quiet never hurt anyone, he figured. And what's more, this chickenwing crossface enabled B-RY to practice some of his fashionable posing techniques in the process.

"Hey Boo Boo, you don't mind if I strike a pose for the camera do ya~...Nah, didn't think so. Try not to make me look bad alright?" Bryan asked like the gentleman he was before proceeding onward once the only answer he received was stifled groans. The fashion superstar hiking up his legs at the knee and crossing one over the other, wafting his hair to the side with a come-hither stare directed at the ringside camera as if he were the latest fashion trends at a photo shoot. But speaking of the fashion disaster's fingers, Shin would eventually start to get more acquainted with them via one of Bryan's hands unlocking from in front of her mouth and taking some groping liberties with her supple breast.

There were more than a few choice words Shin had in store as she was stretched to her limits. But at the moment there was no way to voice them thanks to her opponents fingers blocking her mouth and silencing her to the point of just pain filled groans. Of course this all didn’t stop her from trying to wiggle free and release her trapped arms from Bry’s grip.

It didn’t help that the man holding onto her just wouldn’t. Shut. Up! Like, Shin knew the fashion disaster loved the sound of his own voice. At this point it was just getting ridiculous as Shin rolled her eyes even with the grimace she wore on her face. Only that pained look would shift to surprise as she felt a familiar set of fingers move back to her breast, giving it a healthy grope. Shin clenched her fist as she tried to bite back a moan. Instead using the now one hand holding her to try and open her mouth. Just enough so her teeth could bite down on one of Bry’s fingers! If it worked and he released her, the bear would try to roll a distance away so she could try to recover.

Trust B-RY. The stunningly fabulous male model was doing himself, the referee, and anyone else within earshot a humongous favor by muzzling Shin like the Bear-Woman she claims to be. Those guttural bellows she calls a voice grates on Bryan's sensitive ears, not to mention she has the vocabulary of a New Jersey truck driver changing lanes on the interstate. And the way she snarled against his fingers like a caged grizzly bear indicated that she was not about to clean up her act anytime soon, so in that case why not opt to soothe the savage ursine beast with some of B-RY's parented magic hands~...

"OWOWOWOW!!!" Oh, that's why. Bryan immediately relinquishing his grip on the submission to spring up to his feet and start wiggling his bitten hand around before checking it for teeth marks. Aghast at the molar-sized marks on his finger and hollering at the referee to disqualify Shin, but told Bryan the best she could do was offer his adversary a warning not to do it again or be DQed. After blowing on the nibbled appendage, the incensed male model stormed over to Shin who had by now rolled adjacent to the ropes. At first asserting a front headlock, and once back on her feet, would snatch the side of her outfit for a hauled ascent into what seemed to be a vertical suplex. But an abrupt release forward meant the only landing the biting bear would have is directly onto the taut top rope...and crotch first.

Were there other ways of escaping Bry’s hold without having to resort to using her teeth? Probably. Was it not absolutely satisfying? Not in the slightest. Though she that still left the bear with as she was now, and much as she hated to admit it. But Zoolander’s hold did a number on her, and right now Shin was just trying to take a moment and recuperate.

Unfortunately. She didn’t really have that much time to do so as Bry finished his whining with the referee and marched his was over to her. Understandably, the fashion disaster was more than a little peeved at having his fingers chomped on. But it was his fault for poking the bear, literally. Shin was roughly pulled to her feet, and though she tried to fight back. Bry was quickly able to lift her into the air, and then drop her.

Onto the top rope. Crotch first.

“Ohhaahh!!” she cried as the ropes bounced to the weight of her body. Her body stiffening as she instinctively held onto the rope in front of her. What was Bry planning with this?

Cruel though it may have been, Bryan saw it was fitting justice for what he considered an unadulterated travesty that could never be forgiven. Who knew if this grotesque grizzly's teeth marks would leave a scar or not? The vainglorious model was even considering dipping his toes and fingers into the seclusive profession of "hand modeling", where he would show jewelry or skin care products with just a flick of his wrist and the addition of computer special effects to make it look the cream removes all blemishes.

But no photographer would hire a model with scarred hands, and B-RY rightfully vented his frustrations by having Shin ride that taut tether pinched against her sensitive nethers. The Bear Woman's mortifying predicament made even moreso by the model athlete purposefully shaking one side of the ropes with as much strength as he could muster so Shin would start bounding up and down as a result. All culminating with Bryan making a show of licking the palm of his hand, and serve up one helluva rump swatting spank for his own snide amusement.