Let's Play Vs King and Twilight of the AFW Host Club

Noomi carried with a sense of smug confidence as she barreled towards Vincent. Even as she saw him dip back, that look didn't leave her face until she was galling right in front of him and realized far too late her body splash was too short to reach him. Her momentary surprise was cut short by the hard smash of her face planting on the canvas, further illustrating just her green in the ring she was. She gave a soft groan in equal parts soreness and frustration.

Before she could move to rise, her body was mashed to the canvas as Vincent draped his weight across her back. Still reeling and will poor ring awareness, she blindly squirmed and struggled as he began to wrap himself around her which made for a fruitless bit of fighting. Her leg was tucked back and secured and she felt her head suddenly draw back into the STF hold. She let out a shuttered gasp, reaching her hands up to grasp at Vincent’s arms, pawing about as she tried to find somewhere to slip her fingers to try and pry at the hold.

“Uurgh! G-get off!” Noomi kicked her free leg wildly, her attempts to buck barley noticeable as Vincent's weight kept her pressed firmly to the mat.

Vincent shushed the poor girl letting his full weight press down against Noomi’s back as he leaned his head closer, giving the silver haired girl’s ear a light nibble. "Hmmm is that any way to ask? Why don't you ask nicely?" He teased before pulling her neck back harshly enough to ensnare, but not enough leave her breathless. There was a far more he wanted to hear while Noomi still had the energy to spare.

The host clutched the Swedish beauty tightly, pulling her closer against him and burying his head into the space between her shoulder and her neck, rocking slightly as Noomi's squirmed in protest doing his best not to get flipped onto his back. "Relax princess lest your temper get the better of you. Pour your heart out to me, let it out."

Noomi’s fingers curled over the edge of Vincent’s forearm, trying to pry at the hold but it proved to be fruitless. He was someone who knew how to apply his holds well and had it cinched in snuggly around the streaming star’s throat. Her lack of real wrestling acumen was on display perhaps the first real time. She panicked about what to do, all her training and sparring she had simply goofed on and learned the moves, never had she drilled for how to escape from a situation like this. She was famous, she was a gamer, following the tutorials was few scrubs.

Noomie winced as his lips played near her ear, unable to keep the faint blush from reddening her cheeks at his devilish nibble. “I’m-rrrrgh” Her voice was squeezed out with a small rasp as her neck was craned back and the arm around her throat had choked her silent. She tried to cry out but couldn’t. Vincent coiled around her deeper, his face pressed along her collar. She could hear his breathing, feel the head of it on her skin and it made a shiver roll down her spine. Her kicking and attempts to buck seemed to get no place as the man on her back simply eased her back to where he wanted.

Her eyelids fluttered as she could feel the hold sapping her, making her tired. She didn't want this to be how it ended. Falling on her face and some guy lying on her. What a lame game over. Her eyes lazily drifted along the ring until they lingered on the ropes. She stared a moment trying to recall why that was important… rope break. That was a way out!

With breathless gasps, she abandoned tugging at his arm and committed her efforts to crawl. Her fingers clawing at the mat, her free leg kicking at the canvas to try and awkwardly drag herself there with the heavy weight strapped to her back trying to choke her out. The rope was close, but Vincent was heavy… he felt even more burdensome than he was with all the wasted time and energy she had burned until now. She was making progress though, almost there…

Vincent smiled having locked in the hold, it was a simple move but effective. It was slightly amusing watching the internet darling vainly pull against his arm he had a reputation albeit not unfairly of being cold and methodical towards people even his brothers but when she made a fool out of Casper. She made a fool of The Host Club and that just wouldn't do.

"Oh no no no not like that." Vincent whispered in her ear purposely blowing cool air into it.
Her whimpers of prostest growing more and more faint he started to wonder how such rookie had such a flawless win record.

Feeling her dragging them towards the ropes, Vincent would click his tongue as he watched her inch herself closer and closer. "There you go~ you've almost got it."

As her hands gripped the bottom rope the long haired gentleman simply let her go after all it wouldn't be fun if it ended so quickly but not before leaving a parting gift. A soft kiss on the streamer's cheek. "Good girl."

Turning his attention back to Casper briefly as he stood he gave a slight mocking bow to further jab at his partner's first showing.
He turned on his heel to watch what exactly his opponent would do next.

Her outstretched arm flopped in front of her in a few blind attempts to feel for the ropes, unintentionally missing them by just a hair. Her fingertips would brush them in one of the final attempts which marked her last big kick. When they finally managed to curl around the rope, she held on for dear life though she could feel her grip fading along with her vision. It had not helped that Vincent’s words of encouragement and little teases had left her flustered as well as breathless. Like the true gentleman he was, the host readily gave up his hold leaving her with one last reminder of their first close encounter.

Noomi was left to collapse on the man without him bending her body against its grain and her first act of business was to pathetically crawl close to the ropes and hook her arm around the bottommost one to keep from being dragged away while trying to catch her breath and blink her vision fully back. While the mistreatment of Noomi, an undeniable fan favorite, had garnered some jeers and boos from the crowd, Vincent had managed to come away with far more buzzing praise and cheers for putting the young woman literally on the ropes.

Valentina watched on from her corner, a boot propped up on the covered cables that held the turnbuckles in place. She had considered getting into the wrong to break up the hold but ultimately decided against it. While it would have helped Noomi escape, she thought a bit of humility would do her tag partner good. On the off chance she had been submitted though, the match would have kept going. While not a cocky woman, she hadn't witnessed anything so far as yet that made her feel she couldn't take the members of the host club on her own if it came down to it.

Noomi had regained some level of composure, pushing herself to her knees to lean into the ropes. Her blue eyes shifted sidelong to watch Vincent as she stalled her rise, milking his considerate patience to recover as much as she could. Once she felt ready or when Vincent decided she had taken enough time, she would use the ropes to pull herself to her feet. There was a clean hesitancy in her body language and her eyes kept flicking between Vincent and her tag partner across the ring. She wanted to make the tag but he stood between the two of them. So she started to inch along the inside of the ring, trying to circle him in a wide berth on her way to get to Valentina without having to confront him.

The fans began to get loud again as the two fighters showed signs of life. Turning back to his opponent the host strode towards Noomi as she approached her respective corner.

"No no, princess you leaving so soon?" Vincent said as he attempted to grab ahold Noomi's wrist, trying to drag her back to the center of the ring."The night is young and we have so much more to explore together."

"Vincent give me another chance I'm ready to give it another go." Casper jumped up and down in anticipation his shiny gold attire glaring his eyes in the light slightly he was clearly raring to go practically pleading as he reached out his hand.

What could be the harm? Vincent mused his attention taken up by the energetic high flyer rather than his opponent.

“Leaving…no, just going over here.” She paused, legs spreading ever so slightly, preparing to spring into a run. As Vincent neared she took off only to be abruptly stopped, an arm held behind her like a tether. She scowled, forced to backpedal as the stately gentleman dragged her back across the ring away from the freedom her tag partner promised. Halfway through their journey she stopped fighting it, turning to begrudgingly follow him at the natural length of her arm, ruminating on what she would do. She snickered softly. “Do we?”

Noomi. Noomi could be the harm.

The streamer twisted her wrist in Vincent’s grasp to grab hold of him by the arm. She would step in, going under the arm that held her, and spinning about to keep her arm straight while attempting to painfully twist his. She kicked a leg high in a show of flexibility to wedge her boot heel under his chin, shoving it firmly in place with a slight edge of vindictiveness to her execution. Positioning as she wanted, she would hop up and drop backward, trying to drag Vincent down towards her into the stiff outstretched leg pointed up at his face with an inverted stomp facebreaker.

Before Vincent knew what was happening, he felt himself reeled in toward his foe. He gasped feeling his arm twist against the grain, but he only had a few seconds to adjust before the blow hit - as Noomi dropped to her back, pulling him along with her to send his face crashing into the hard leather sole of her boot! A loud crack echoed through the ring, punctuated by the groans of those watching as the blonde's head snapped back and he was hurled to the ground, landing on his back with a thud.

With a whimper and groan ,the host rolled up to his side, bracing himself on his elbow as he rubbed at his jaw with the other hand to dull the pain. "Why you little brat! That'll be the last time I underestimate you." If he chipped a tooth there would be hell to pay.

Noomi was quick to get up, perhaps a bit too quick. Halfway there she stumbled over herself and dropped to a knee, barely catching herself from falling all the way. She let out a loud laugh at Vincent’s words, mostly because they echoed how she felt about him and his “little brother”. She wanted nothing more than to tag out and have a rest, but the frazzled streamer still had a score to settle. Pushing herself she moved across the canvas, taking a big soccer kick at Vincent’s handsome face as she tried to move promptly by him, the attack almost an afterthought.

“You!” Casper was where her glare was, picking up into a sprint, a bit of a wobble in her leg still from the earlier attack and the STF she had just suffered through. As she reached him, she threw her weight forward, hopping off the ground. She pivoted in flight, turning herself around to thrust her backside out at him as she came in fast and hard, trying to blast him off the apron with a flying hip attack.

Vincent huffed still clutching his jaw attempting quickly to get himself up and counter--but he certainly didn't expect it to come at him so quick and glancing upwards to see that familiar sole of her boot launching towards him flattening his face once more.

Casper's eyes widened as the streamer barreled towards him as the girl's butt slammed into him, causing him to grunt out as he was knocked onto her butt. he winced, blushing a little at the girl's offensive, groaning as landed harshly against the hard concrete floor! "Aaaaaaagghh!!"


The pair of them dazed and confused flat on their backs hardly a great look. Vincent's methodical minded on the reins tying to right himself as he hatched a quick scheme to get them both back on equal footing. As the swede seemed laser focused on his partner Vincent would attempt to roll himself out of the ring not the most dignified move but a necessary one. But of course this would give both the ladies time recoup or for the bubbly streamer to cut his plan short.