How shall you lose? Kanda Kaya vs Shad Owens.

In a deft motion, Shad would begin to reveal his underhanded side. He had learned long ago that no matter who they were, a fighter who could not fight back was no threat at all. So he moved forward at full speed and was on top of her hopefully before she could react. One arm would try to wrap around her waist and pull her against him, pressing their bodies together. His other arm would grab the hand that held the ropes and pin it there.

Before she could react he pulled he into a kiss, a deep, sensual kiss designed to overtake the senses and create a need for more in the victim. He would not use his tongue, for that would have been to brutish for this opening Salvo, but all else he poured into this connection. There was more going on though, for while this was happening, his hand that held hers against the ropes was busy pulling from underneath his wrist guard, a fine thread, with which his was binding her arm to the middle rope.

Kanda braced herself for an attack as Shad rushed in to capitalize on her vulnerable position, but what happened next wasn't a strike or a toss or anything else she had her guard up against. As his arm closed around her waist she planted her feet as best she could, expecting a hip toss that didn't come. Instead her body was sandwiched between his and the ropes, one arm hooked over the top and her hand now held tight against the middle.

The surprise kiss drew a rush of blood to her cheeks and a throaty chirping sound as her breath caught. For a second she was rather stunned, neither returning the kiss nor pulling away, before her senses returned and she squirmed to break the lip lock. Her free hand pushed against the man's shoulder, trying to put some space between their bodies. She was, however, so focused on these other stimuli that the cord looping around her hand and the rope went unnoticed for now.

Kaya at first put up next to no resistance to his advances, clearly she had expected a more traditional attack then the one she was currently experiencing. But that was what made him dangerous, he knew what (or could guess well enough) what people were expecting and work around that. She did not even notice as her hand was tied to to the rope. Once she regained her senses and pushed him away, he licked his lips, showing just a bit of the predator that lurked beneath the surface. "Truly an exquisite taste you have. It shall be fun getting to see all that you have to offering this match." He gave her the space she wanted, waiting for her to try and chase him to the middle. When she discovered that she could not, and looked to see why that was when he would pounce, spring forward like a striking snake and kick her right in the gut.

Kaya shoved Shad away with a venomous narrowing of her eyes and her lips curled into a sneer, "I don't do free samples... You'll pay for that taste." Her words were sharp and still bolstered by her confidence in her own abilities. Sure she wasn't off to a great start, but things could turn around on a time and she knew that. Now to reset and see if she couldn't get the tide going the other direction...

Only when she took to her feet and tried to step off of the ropes she found her arm held fast in place. A moment of confusion followed, her head snapping back quickly and expecting to see some interloper at ringside. What she saw was nothing, not at first glance. When she tried to pull her arm again she felt the bite of the thin cord into her wrist, and then she felt the man's boot collide with her stomach.

A short gasp of pain ripped from her lips as her body lurched with the impact. Suddenly finding herself in a yet worse situation she reached her free hand back to pull at the unseen knots. Untying herself was going to be tricky without the ability to pay close attention, but she hoped brute force could prevail. Slightly panicked and distracted the kickboxer shot out a long leg at her foe, hoping to at least stave him off for a few seconds more. She just needed a little time and then she could turn this around.

She had fallen into his trap, hook, line and sinker. Her reaction told him all he needed to know, that she was frustrated and that his job was going quite smoothly. She tried to let him have it with that kick and he quickly leaped back to avoid it before trying to slip around behind her and see if he could locate the clasp, knot, or whatever held her top up. "What do you say we give this audience what it wants." And with that he would attempt to remove her top, giving the audience an unencumbered view if her breasts. By that time though she would most likely have gotten herself free (it was not exactly the strongest thread)

In a stroke of irony, the knot at the back of Kanda's neck which held up her top was easier to untie than the one that fastened her wrist to the rope. Her fingers fumbled as the shaking of the rope, and the jostling of her own body, made it difficult to find purchase to pull hard on the thread. At the same time she felt the slip-knot on her back draw loose.

The iridescent bikini top dropped, along with the weight of her breasts, and with an instinctive gasp she pulled her free arm back to hug the small garment against her chest. Her cheeks turned beet red, her trapped arm pulled wildly at its bindings and managing to only partially free herself. She had known what sort of match this was, but still she looked shocked. It had been a long time since she'd been topless in a ring, and the crowd was smaller then.

She looked legitimately shocked and confused, realizing that she had to choose between modesty and effectiveness. Struggling to shake her arm free of the last loops of the thread she threw out a sloppy back kick, now feverishly trying to clear the man away from her. She needed to free herself and fix her top so she could focus on the fight, but Kaya doubted he was going to just allow her that time.

Time to free herself she might get, but there was absolutely no way he was giving her time to fix her outfit. In a match like this one, victory almost always depended on keeping your opponent off balance and out of their clothes. So he back peddled again, dodging her kick then slipped in behind her, letting her feel his stiffening bulge against her butt, while his hands came up to grab hold of those freed mounds. "You have a choice. Free yourself and be able to fight effectively, or try to fend me off one handed. Better decide quickly, otherwise I might decide for you." He whispered all of this into her ear, his words like a poison working its way into her body.

Kanda bristled as Shad seized her from behind, pressing his body against her back and his swelling manhood against her tight posterior. Warm hands scooped up handfuls of her firm breasts before she could make any attempt to cover herself drawing a choked gasp from her throat. In spite of his words, which dripped venomously into her ear, her body reacted on instinct. Both hands pulled in to grab at his wrists to try pulling them away from her body, only one hand was still on a short tether to the ropes and was stopped part way there.

She knew she was in trouble, there was little she could do to him while he was on her back and she did have to deal with this damned thread. He would get a free moment as Kanda was paralyzed by indecision, before she finally reached her free hand out to pull at and eventually snap the thread around her wrist. As she did so she groaned and growled, "Oh, you are going to pay for this..." But for now she left her body vulnerable to any further humiliations he might have in store.

She had taken the bait, she had chosen her freedom over trying to attack him. That was probably the smart move, but it did leave her completely open to his advances...an opening he was not going to miss. One hand kept feeling up those magnificent mounds, loving the feel of their soft yet firm feel in his grasp. The other snuck down to her bottoms again slowly worked them off, at least partially before suddenly attempting to bend her through the ropes so she was half in and half out of the ring, her breasts now on full display. But that was not the end if it as he raised his hand thst had previously undressed her, the target quite clear as his arm whistled through the air to strike open palemwd against her exposed ass

Kanda did her best to ignore his wandering hands as she focused on snapping the thin strands about her wrist. She couldn't help her face turning beet red as he fondled her breasts, nipples stiffening at the attention, and tugging her bottoms down until they were crumpled around her hips.

"What are you-? S-stop that!" Her confident composure was starting to break as the onslaught overwhelmed her. Now freed hands rushed to grab at her bottoms and simultaneously yank his hand away from her tit. But where she won small victories she found herself repositioned towards the outside. Her hands hurried to grab the ropes to keep herself from being tossed out entirely, but that wasn't his plan.

With her breasts fully exposed, her pants sinking around her knees, she was bent over the middle rope. Fuming in anger and indignation she made to shove herself backwards only for a hand to slap hard against her ass. Her back arched, her shoulders touching the top rope as she let out a sharp gasp and a yelp as her jaw dropped in shock.