Lloyd Bannings vs. Yin - Demon In The Woods

In spite of his sincere efforts to conduct himself as a respectable and courteous officer of the law, Lloyd couldn't quite help but feel that this entire debacle was depicting himself as anything but gentlemanly. One accidental mishap coincided with another until he found himself neck deep in trouble and face deep in Heaven given the lingering memories he's ashamed to still be in his thoughts. The type of indecent behavior perpetrated against Yin was more in character for his fellow police recruits who routinely teased the bright-eyed cadet once learning of this assignment. Anyone who knows Lloyd would be aware that he'd never willingly conduct himself in such a manner, but unfortunately Yin has only just met the auburn-haired rookie. Not to mention that trust between a career criminal and an upstanding member of the police force was going to be an uphill battle from the beginning regardless. A mortified Lloyd still blathering on with apologies and offers of assistance that were thankfully taken after some justifiable skepticism on her part...

...but not without some scathing criticism alongside it. "L-Lustful what?!? Nonono, those are very specific accusations!!! Ones with no evidence to support them. Now I'm certain there are other wrestlers around here who-" A bashful rookie growing a blushing shade of his own as he tried his utmost best to defend himself as if he were in court pleading his case, falling back on his logistics/analytical training as a fledgling detective in this moment of flummoxed crisis. Unaware his arm was even ensnared until he'd become abruptly twirled around in perplexed confusion, arms limped above him and scrunching his facials from having his head forcefully angled downward. The subtle distraction of her softness hefted against his back and her whispered breath against his neck aided in her executing a flawless dragon suplex. "Hugh!!!" Lloyd hacking out after the world inverting suplex, hanging over himself briefly before barreling towards the nearby ropes. The disoriented detective left to hang his back against them with his arms slung over the middle tether in a seated slump.

Lloyd's immediate denial, coupled with him specifying that there was no specific evidence of his intent, only served to make the detective more suspicious in Yin's mind. "Attempting to shift blame onto others instead of admitting to your own flaws?" Beneath her mask, her eyes narrowed at the sight of Lloyd's reddening face - proof in her mind that she had hit the nail on the head with the proverbial hammer. "Have you no shame, Lloyd? You may have a pretty face, but I promise you, that won't get you a pass from me."

The detective was so caught up in trying to protest his innocence that he was easy pickings for Yin's next move. The girl clamped her arms together at Lloyd's neck as she swung him overhead for a dragon suplex, delivering the boy down to the canvas with an impact that made the ring itself shudder. The sound Lloyd made upon colliding with the canvas admittedly caused a pang of guilt within her. When she entered this match tonight, the masked demon had no desire to cause him serious harm. But Lloyd's vocal sound of pain reminded her that he was a person, an innocent caught up in Heiyue's little game of chess. He may not even realise just what he had gotten himself into...

No. That was a risk he had willingly taken on when he had signed up for the police force. She couldn't let her inner turmoil and morals distract her. And truth be told, Yin was still a little sore over her chest acting as an impromptu pillow for the handsome male. As Lloyd fell against the ropes, he remained propped up by his arms, which were held over the middle rope as he laid slumped. He looked rather adorable like this, truth be told. Pushing herself back up to her feet, Yin placed a hand on her hip as she sauntered over to Lloyd. Her walk was purposefully mesmerising, entrancing. If Lloyd was easily flustered, it should be easy enough to exploit.

"Truth be told, I have no objection to more sensual moves as long as you gain consent~ And you have my consent to experience this one, Lloyd. You may even enjoy it." Teasing him, the girl smiled as she grabbed the top rope, and swung one leg after the other to rest against Lloyd's skull. The boy's head was nestled between her thighs, and she would seize a clump of his brown hair to nuzzle him forcefully against her crotch, pressing her nether regions directly into the detective's face as she attempted to choke him out. "Ready to give up? Or is it a little too difficult for you to speak right now?" The masked beauty smirked down at the prey caught between her legs.

Although Yin's mask was obviously meant to conceal her identity from sleuthing authority figures like Lloyd and ensure absolute anonymity throughout her various underworld dealings, the detective could all but imagine what was being shielded beneath her steel visor. In particular the disdainful stare practically radiating through her mysterious guise and centered solely on the flummoxed cadet merely attempting to explain himself. Professing his innocence somehow only serving to further the burrowed depth of his cavernous grave, his portrayal of an honorable officer of the law circumvented in the place of a lecherous sleazeball. A small part of him knowing full well that his fellow officers at the police station were absolutely having a hearty laugh at his expense right about now...well, whatever sins he may have committed, he was starting to pay the penalty for them with a dragon suplex that rocked the detective's world and tested the police cadets ring I.Q. as he instinctively decided to continue his backward tumble rather than fight against it. The distance gained between himself and Yin could only be a positive as he attempted to regain his senses, which were unfortunately more warbled than he thought they'd be.

*...ngh...not good, can't see straight. Plus now she thinks I'm some kinda pervert...why does this type of thing always happen to me?...* Lloyd's fractured thoughts becoming tangible as several seconds passed on, panting through one closed eye with his arms dangling over the middle tether in a seated slouch. The detective's slackened frame outstretched into the ring and incapable of making him vertical again until his swirling vertigo subsided. Although through the double vision he noticed the sultry gait of his encroaching adversary, as if enchanting him further with an Eastern-styled technique given there were two other bewitching copies of herself. If it were then the detective would have assuredly been under her spell by now as she approached her bewildered prey, except he'd be awoken from his flustered awe when two fulsome thighs were settled around his head. A startled yelp silenced against the assassin's flower, stiffened rigidity to his frame as he squirmed and struggled until eventually sinking into the warmth mushed against his mouth until he slackened with muted moans. Breathing and panting lethargically against the master assassin shamefully riding him out, with only the official objecting to the sight with warnings of a rope break needed.

Certainly, Yin had been glaring daggers at Lloyd under her mask as he tried to protest his innocent with very specific denials. One didn't need to be a detective to figure that out. But right now, the masked beauty was smirking down at the rookie detective nestled between her legs, riding his face as she would squeeze her thighs tightly to apply ample pressure to his skull. Her lips flickered with the briefest sign of pleasure as Lloyd's yelps vibrated against her crotch, but she reminded herself that she was here to do a job first and foremost.

Funnily enough, it wasn't the referee's intervention that caused her to relinquish the trap her thighs had Lloyd in. The way the handsome male squirmed and struggled in her grip, panting heavily, made her conscience chime with guilt. The flaying of his limbs began to slow down as he struggled to resist, becoming more like a helpless animal unable to defend himself. Still, Yin waited until the referee had nearly counted to '5!' until she finally broke away, just seconds from being disqualified. All part of the pretence for her superiors at Heiyue. "Hmph. If you asked me, he liked it." She told the ref with a devious smile, as if fully aware of how close she'd come to breaking the rules. Still, she backed away to get Lloyd some much needed respite.

"Surely you aren't intending to continue? It's no secret to everyone here how outmatched you are." Her hand was upon her hip as she morally degraded him with her words. "The Demon of the East always claims her mark, no matter how much you choose to struggle."

Mortifying and debilitating though this perilous situation was, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that there were certain co-workers of his back at the precinct who would enthusiastically trade places with Lloyd in a heartbeat if capable of doing so. Green with envy and cursing Lloyd for having all the luck, in spite of the fact that the plucky detective was definitely not feeling fortunate about this in the slightest. Not when he was being humiliated with each hipful grind by a demonic assassin throttling him as if he were nothing more than a pleasuring device found in lady's nightstands. A degrading exhibition showcasing how little the Demon thought of him as a tangible threat, who Lloyd knew was deriving a sadistic gratification from all of this due to the slight dampness upon the fabric mushed against his face.

"...*pant*...*pant*..." Lloyd breathing gratefully once relinquished from Yin's sultry prison, fresh air wafting over his facials although the flowered scent and memories of her sublime softness were not thoughts easily forsaken. The detective remained slackened against the tethers behind him with both arms slung over the middle rope, lithe body stretched outward as the beautiful assassin shadowed over him and flaunted her smug superiority. "...*pant*...Well, tell me. Does the Demon Of The East...also always leave herself wide open for counter attacks?" Lloyd queried with a competitive gleam in his eyes before immediately kicking at Yin's leg, intending to have her plummeting down into an attempted Figure Four headscissors by the virile detective. Hands clasped on the back of her head as he tightened his thigh muscles.

The sight before her could only be described as 'pitiful', really. The handsome male, her victim, was left slumped against the ropes as she finally released him from her torturous move...or heavenly, depending on your perspective. Peering over him, Yin couldn't help but feel that familiar sensation chime against her moral conscience. A feeling of guilt. She knew she had to play the part of a heel here to Lloyd's babyface, but she still had a small flicker of hope that he might see reason. To take the easy way out and surrender. It would make everything so, so much simpler for everyone involved.

But then something sparked within Lloyd's eyes, like a match being struck to bring a flame to life. Yin's smug demeanour melted away as the masked beauty frowned in the brief second she was permitted before Lloyd's leg connected with her own, causing her feet to slip out from under her. "Wha-?" The girl would collapse onto the canvas, into a perfect set up for Lloyd's thighs to tighten around her neck and head for a figure four headscissors!

"Tsk...!! You...!!" The masked girl would thrash her body side to side, attempting to struggle herself free. But Lloyd's thighs were like steel...and remarkably well toned...not overly muscular, but certainly no hint of fat to them. Not to mention...she could feel his manhood against the back of her head, before Lloyd's hands seized the back of Yin's head to keep her in place. She felt her opponent's legs clamp themselves even tighter around her skull, eliciting a sound from her lips that was fuelled by pain...but also pleasure. "Oooh....~" If the detective was savvy enough to pick up on it, in any case...

Being underestimated just sorta came with the territory when it came to Lloyd, especially back in his fledgling police academy days when the comparisons to his older brother Guy perpetually had him coming up wanting in practically every category. His brother being a veteran detective whose hallowed reputation on the force set a standard Lloyd may never ascend towards. But like the old saying goes, "Rock bottom is a college education". And Lloyd learned a lot about himself from being disregarded as a hopeless case back in his rookie days, such as knowing how to rely on his adversary’s overconfidence as a means of turning the tables on them. The smug condescension in Yin's words indeed chipped at his pride as he remained hobbled underneath her shadow, but the sly detective still noticed how Yin was standing precariously close to his own legs which were outstretched and in a perfect position to strike.

"Gotcha!!!" Lloyd victoriously exclaimed once Yin took an embarrassing plummet to the canvas after the sweeping kick, a one way trip down into the awaiting constriction of his Figure Four Headscissors. The Bright-Eyed Cadet situated himself up to be seated as Yin learned what months of sprinting exercise courses in the police academy felt like as his sweat speckled thigh muscles flexed and weathered all of her writhing squirms. "The Demon Of The East...outfoxed by a rookie detective. Guess the legendary assassin was due to learn some humility and shame herself..." Lloyd's words coming with a breathed huff as he balanced himself on the his palms pressed against the canvas, acknowledging and appreciating the complete reversal of their situations as due justice~...although Yin's elated vocals did have him quirk his eyebrow. Lloyd testing a theory by briefly hefting his backside off the mat in an abrasive flex and continuation of the headscissors.

That brief moment of hesitation and mercy had cost the masked female dearly. The tables had turned as the rookie detective had sent her hurting down to the canvas, and took her captive with a Figure Four Headscissor combo. Yin could easily envision a disapproving Cao watching from the audience, no doubt in his private seating area, chiding her for making such an amateurish mistake. No...there was no use beating herself up over it. If she dwelled on her error, she wouldn't be able to get out of this hold. And that meant Lloyd would seize the victory. He might be a nice guy, but losing to a rookie detective in a debut match would mean a serious hit to her reputation. She couldn't permit that to happen.

She feels Lloyd lift his rear off the canvas, flexing his thighs and squeezing extra tight. "Ooooh...~ L-Lloyd..." She would breathe out. This was painful, but there was a thrill to it as well. If she played on the handsome cop's naivety and good nature, she might be able to reclaim control. Yin continued to struggle, but made a show of gradually slowing her movements down, as if she was getting tired. The Demon of the East's arms and legs would begin to cease struggling, as if they were too heavy for her to lift. And then, she would go still in Lloyd's thighs. Adding a twitch with her lips brushing up against his thighs, with the intent to make the detective think he had gone too far and knocked her out. Surely he would overreact, being the sweet soul that he was...

Uncharacteristic though it was for Lloyd to chastise a downtrodden adversary or flaunt his superiority in a physical skirmish such as this one, he had to admit that there was an underlying sense of satisfaction from making the masked assassin eat her metaphorical words. Particularly when she was verbally berating the fledgling policeman earlier on in the match, even though a small part of him had the distinct sensation that she isn't as cruel, calculating and merciless that presents herself as. Although maybe it was just his detective senses misreading something that wasn't even there. Regardless, Lloyd absolutely knew better than to let this moment of opportunity go to waste against an opponent as notoriously skillful as Yin, the Demon Of The East...

...whom he could have sworn was pleasurably snuggling into the headscissors. Drawled breaths wafted against his torqued thigh muscles and rather intimate words whispered out, except what Lloyd started noticing moreso was Yin beginning to seemingly succumb to the musclebound pressure bearing down all around her head. Cause for concern showcased on Lloyd's balking facials as the detective wondered if he had genuinely taken this submission a step too far in it's application. Without a second thought taken Lloyd unlatched his legs muscles in the headscissors and opted to swivel the flaccid assassin over onto her back. "E-Easy there. Might be for the best if you just take the loss for now and get medical attention." Lloyd uttered after laying himself across Yin with one of her legs hiked up in his arm for a pin attempt.

It went against Yin's usual tactics to play the role of a wounded animal. One would be hard pressed to consider her a demon if they witnessed her acting in such a way. But her opponent was far too naïve, far too merciful not to take advantage of this way. Lloyd certainly did break the hold, genuine worry alight in his expression as he shifted the masked female onto her back. She had to concede, as she laid there in a faux position of weakness, it was rather sweet of him to be so worried about her. She'd never met a foe who was so concerned for her well-being. "Why is he acting this way towards an enemy of his...?"

She thought Lloyd would back up and allow her to rise, but instead the detective went for a pin attempt. Laying himself across her, his muscular and toned torso against her bodacious chest, which elicited another moan from the girl. His arm hooked around a leg of hers, drawing it high into the air. The crowd was blessed with the sight of her shapely rear, several guys (and even girls) wolf whistling in response. The normally haughty demon felt herself blush under the mask, an indignant feeling rising within her. "Ah...so that's your intent is it...?" She murmured under the rookie detective, as the referee came to their sides. "Letting the audience gawk at me in a moment of vulnerability, getting up close and personal with my body...?"

The referee slapped the mat once as fury welled up inside her. "ONE!" Yin bucked her hips up, in an attempt to throw Lloyd off her before the referee could continue the count. If successful, she would roll away, attempting to use the ropes to guide herself back up onto her feet. "Every time I think you might actually be an honourable man...you prove to me what a suspect person you really are..." Even with the mask, it was clear that she was glowering at Lloyd.