Handcuff Match: Welkin Bennet (Debut) vs Drucilla Dappercat.

If Welkin was not careful this match would be over before it even began. Not only that but it would be a landslide victory and an utter embarrassment for the rookie who had requested such a challenge. The bosom Aussie had him pinned caught, she pressed her body against his and with her breasts mushing into his face to cut off his breath. only to feel her cheekily bounce her breasts against his face. This little minx was toying with him.

Welkin did his best to pull himself, with his arms fighting against hers. He using his advantage managed to slip his arms free from her grip and for a brief period even managed to escape the smother. But the bunny girl was quick to react, her arms grabbing him to hold him down while her body shifted from side to side to ride his struggles. Gasping in shock he turned his head feeling her toned legs coil around waist cutting off his escape. Welkin gave the woman his most confident smirk.  

"Such an naughty little thing. You'll be much cuter when you're gasping for breath." If she wanted a show he'd give her one. The young man leaned in attempting to pull her in for a kiss.

Druscilla reveled in his squirming between her breasts, giggling loudly as his cheeks slapped against her soft cleavage between gulps of air. Her thick thighs wrapped around his waist like the coils of a dense snake, constricting slightly as he struggled to get free. Try as she might she was unable to keep his face buried in her breasts for long, nor to hold his arms against the mat. She would have to rely on her body weight to hold him down.

She didn't seem ready for what came next, either she hadn't expected it or hadn't bothered to offer any resistance. Welkin grabbed her by the head and pulled her into a kiss drawing a muffled yelp of surprise from her throat. Her chest pressed against his and she didn't try to pull away, instead leaned into the kiss with a gentle moan. If he wanted to take her breath away she would meet him in the middle for a little competitive make-out session.

The blue haired youth hummed in delight as he graciously explored her lips. pausing briefly as the aussie didn't even seem to flitch in fact she leaned into it slowly attempting to tie his tongue in knots. The pair fumbled like a pair of awkward teens briefly before quickly wrestling for dominance. His thumb gently grazing over Drucillia's cheek as he pulled away.
 

A cold sense of dread crawled down his spine as Welkin underestimated just how unsubtle the buxom Aussie could be. Unceremoniously being flipped onto his back. The showman laid in the center of the ring gasping for breath staring up at the devilish bunny girl. Her full weight pressing down him like a bear trap.

"By the dead you're something else."

Dru had been enjoying herself in the ring so far, but this wasn't a hentai match and she certainly wasn't going to win by making out with Welkin in the middle of the ring. Not that she was particularly focused on winning, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to give it her best effort.

"Oh, y'ain't seen nothin' yet."

Sensuously she wrapped one arm beneath Welkin's neck, the other running up his back to hook under his armpit, before gently trying to pull him into a triangle choke. It would press his own bicep against his throat, but she wasn't quite trying to choke the man out. The Aussie was focused on her soft campaign to keep him just breathless enough to leave him weak and helpless so that she could cuff him at her leisure.

Before he had the opportunity to slide out of his predicament, as cunningly and daintily as a little girl slipping a ribbon over the head of a kitten, the cosplay queen gently pulled Welkin's head closer. The ex-host knew exactly what she was setting up, but that did not mean he was in a position to stop it as her toned legs wrapped around his neck in a mounted triangle choke. The blue haired youth croaked using his free arm to grasp Dru's thigh, trying to pry out some breathing room.

The frustration of getting to him as cold tears were forming at the edges of his eyes as he stared up at the beaming buxom Auzzie reveling in her dominance. The kernel of an idea beginning to form in the dashing rouge's head if he could find a way to get out of this.

Dru had no intention of fully choking Welkin out, that wasn't quite how this match worked. She would do her best to allow him a little air, but there was a lot of thigh for him to get lost in. With him mostly trapped by her legs that left her hands free to do as she pleased. So, ever the model, she would first take the time to strike a few poses for the camera. Resting her weight on one hand she'd comb her fingers back through her hair with a sensuous arching of her back. The crowd ate it up.

Lowering her free hand she'd let her fingertips trail over her opponent's chest in a gentle caress. "There, now this isn't so bad, issit? Just lay back and let me take good care of you. Who knows, you might even like losing to me." She ran her fingers down his stomach in a gentle scratch full of tantalizing promises. Even though the mics didn't pick up her soft words, her mannerisms were enough to let the crowd's imaginations run wild.

"Nnnhhh!!" Welkin groaned, feeling her silky smooth legs bury into him shivering at the touch of Dru's finger tips as she traced his bare skin.  

By the end of this, the former host was a flustered mess who felt like a doll. The crowd's taunts and catcalls were even worse! Her seductive cooing only made him melt into her as she teased him before rubbing her thighs on his face. "Nnmm..." The thought of those cold steel cuffs snapped him from his stupor as he twisted harshly in attempt to flip the cosplay queen on her stomach. if successful Welkin would seize the moment standing up and quickly grabbing ahold of her ankles stepping between her legs in a rather hasty sharpshooter submission.

"Tempting offer but I ain't a dog sweetheart don't expect me to bark and roll over on command. The party just started."

Druscilla was feeling very confident with the way things were going. She had Welkin trapped and melting like chocolate in her hands. She wasn't the most athletic or the most flexible girl on the roster, but she had some thick thighs and killer curves, and if she cold keep herself on top and in control she could do a lot of figurative and literal damage. Unfortunately, that was not how it was to be. Preoccupied with posing for the cameras, Welkin managed to push her off of him sending the bunny-girl sprawling out on her stomach.

Before Dru could collect herself, the host had her by the ankles, stepped through, and locked in a submission hold. Her back was forced to arch slowly as her heavy breasts pressed and squished against the mat uncomfortably. This was when Dru not being the most flexible girl on the roster really came back to bite her in the ass. It didn't take much to push her limits, but thankfully this wasn't a standard match. "Aaah! Ay, I was nice to ya!"

Once Welkin had the sharpshooter locked in, he leaned back and listened to Dru whine in protest.
Though the crowd liked hearing the lewd cries of the Australian, Welkin knew this hold wasn't going to get him very far. In fact, it wasn't really as fun as he thought it was knowing that he wasn't getting the win out of it.

"Don't worry love. You'll have plenty of fun once we get you some nice silver cuffs."

Giving the buxom bunny a wink as he slowly worked her closer to the corner. His baby blues solely focused on the pair of cuffs half-heartedly tossed there by the cosplay queen.

Dru grunted and strained and wriggled fruitlessly against the hold, much to the audience's enjoyment. She really did make some exquisite sounds when in distress. "Wha? Hnn! Oh no ya don't!" She shouted and strained as she was slowly dragged across the mat, her breasts gradually starting to work themselves up and out of her bustier as they pulled against the mat as well. Not that she noticed, too busy grasping impotently at the canvas but unable to find purchase.