Cyber Saturday - Noah Cassidy vs. Natsu Arisawa

Ah well...Natsu figured it was worth a shot. Not that she outright expected Noah to capitulate in the first place and abandon his application of the tightened submission just because she politely suggested it, but it was emblematic of the brawling schoolgirl beginning to run out of ideas herself when it came around to attaining freedom. She figured the easygoing nature of their conversation meant there might have maybe been a sliver of a chance of it working out, but she couldn't deny the blushed shame she felt from being locked down so thoroughly that Noah had the time to spark up pleasant conversations. Noah chatting it up about pig farming/wrestling and straight up flirting with the girl he was easily stretching out like taffy, all while ringside cameramen caught the alluring viewpoint of Nat's bloomered backside mushed against the farmboy's junk and all the natural reactions any red-blooded guy would have. Natsu huffing out against her own cleavage thanks to her head being angled down until with one abrupt stretch of her leg towards the bottom rope her other plan ended up working out like a charm.

Natsu being promptly heaved off of the farmboy in beleaguered exhaustion, showing signs of being flustered herself from how closely interwoven their grinding bodies were alongside the warmth of his breathes against the back of her neck. Shared sweat and hints of his musk still lingered on her in spite of them having been long since separated. At first she was a lifeless heap panting wearily into the canvas but eventually replying to Noah's compliments with a fatigued thumbs-up, that same hand than used to grasp onto the adjacent ropes as she started dragging herself back to her knees while soothing the back of her neck with a wince. Being overpowered like that was not what she came to expect, but Natsu nevertheless turned in his direction ready to accept that Noah might just be harder than she expec-*HM?!* Natsu balked from having spoken too soon, noticing the proud pitch in his tent with widened eyes but remaining composed as she coughed into her balled up fist. Back on her feet now and averting her gaze elsewhere. "Yeah uh, jus so you know, you might wanna practice not getting too...excited in the middle of a match..."

Well, this was certainly an awkward situation. Natsu certainly couldn't fault her farmer adversary considering it's just a natural reaction whenever ladies and dudes end up grinding up on eachother for a living. In fact she always wondered why this doesn't happen more often around here, but for now she chalked up to the male roster's backstage training and mental fortitude. The schoolgirl laughing both the situation and Noah's words off as she stood erect and upright after getting back to her feet. Probably poor choice of words.

"Certainly didn't know I signed up for a 2 on 1 tonight. Guess this is my chance to hone my concentration in the middle of a match and block out all distractions. And practice my handicap match skills. Suppose this was inevitable though, this match had those suggestive vibes to it from the get-go. Just try not to get too distracted yerself there, pardner~..." Natsu advised with a competitive smirk, approaching Noah with a lock-up stance abandoned swiftly in order to apply a stifling side-headlock. Tucked against her fulsome chest and crimson sports bra.

Luckily for overly rambunctious farmboy, Natsu was indeed accustomed to certain hormonal reactions when it comes to ladies tussling with guys thanks to having partaken in and witnessed training courses take place. Typically wrestling coaches would penalize dudes getting rigid on their opponents by subjecting to a bucket of ice water dumped on their heads to cool them off. Natsu certainly couldn't tell you if an appropriate coaching method, but she could attest to those not pitching any more tents after the second or third ice cold shower. In fact she might suggest this to Noah once all is said and done.

"Well it's a tad unlikely I'd be targeting you down there considering I'd be disqualified on the spot. I'd literally just be handing you the match and my bloomers in one fell swoop. And didn't I tell just you to stop getting distracted with what's going on in your pants?...er, speedos?" Natsu asked towards the scruffy-haired farmboy tucked against the side of her swelled bosom. Unintentionally furthering his flustered mindset as a result, but afterward releasing Noah to step behind him with her hands situated on his shoulders. The schoolgirl attempting to tuck her knees against his back and topple back for an aptly titled lungblower.

Under less strenuous circumstances Natsu would have absolutely marked this day on the calendar considering the outright rarity with which the schoolgirl showcases genuine wisdom. Correcting Noah on the rules and regulations of the match whilst in the middle of a contested grapple demonstrating how Nattie's genius lies whenever she's exchanging fisticuffs, not exchanging study notes in the classroom. She had to start playing at the top of her game now anyway thanks to Noah proving himself to be quite the pint-sized powerhouse and a living example of how big things come in little packages. Nattie would mention this phrase to him, but she opted not to considering there'd been enough innuendos for the night.

Nattie's ironclad headlock only being necessary thanks to Noah's own scrambling escape attempts, although if she didn't know any better she'd suspect him to intentionally be pawing at the side of her bloomered rump. Nattie adding some extra spice on her lungblower just in case. Noah gaining some impressive airtime before hitting the canvas beside the schoolgirl, wasting little time in shifting her tanned foe over onto his stomach before pouncing on him from behind. "Sorry, No more Ms. Nice Natsu. You're gonna have to pull out all the stops to get in this girls panties...er, bloomers." Nattie coyly remarked before cinching in her Sailor Strangle submission, mutual body heat shared between the pairing once again.