Gauntlet by the Pool: KO Party! - Pool Party (D) vs Raelyn Quinn [Specialty Match]

For Jenny, what Erik decided to go for was no surprise. Locking up and testing his opponent's strength was something that she had witnessed him engaging in time and time again... And she wasn't quite sure what the deal with it was. Either he simply just kept on underestimating the strength of women - although granted, he did not always lose - or simply refused to acknowledge that he wasn't as big and strong as many other guys, especially wrestlers. Or then there was something more to it... In any case, the Aquanator could easily tell that against a woman of Raelyn's physique, this wasn't going to end well for him.

Erik on the other hand was genuinely interested in testing Raelyn against himself. Yes, he could tell already in advance that it was going to be hard to beat her... She was taller than him, and probably even more muscular than himself... But then again, there was a certain intrigue with finding out what a woman like that would be capable of. Besides, he actually did get the notion that the woman was, at least subconsciously, even challenging him to the contest... So there was really no reason not to lock-up with her either.

The toned Swede really tried his best. And frankly, very quickly he was already having to give it his all... Raelyn was so strong, that there was no question whether she was stronger than him. Not necessarily by a huge margin... But still. Yes, it probably looked pretty even between them to the outsider... But that was mainly because the mats were so small, that Erik knew he didn't have one bit of leeway to let himself get pushed backwards... And the battle was also consuming his strength very fast.

Then, the inevitable happened - although, triggered by a trick of Raelyn's. Pressing her body against his - nice feeling, by the way - and hooking her strong leg behind the swimmer's own quickly sent Erik crumbling to the floor. Soon he found his hands getting pinned against the match, and legs secured in a stretch... Fully secured and pinned under Raelyn's tall and strong body - even nicer feeling, to be honest.

Still, he had to ensue a fierce struggle to try to get out of the hold. It was just too bad that all his efforts came to nothing. He was helpless against the mighty Knockout Queen, and somewhat embarrassingly, there was starting to be a little bit of a bulge in his trunks as well. "Ahh... Well... I'll admit that... You're strong..." the guy managed to let out through gritted teeth and his struggles in an effort to lighten the mood a bit.

Raelyn Applied her strength and leverage to solidly pin Erik’s arms to the mat, arching her back to grind her lower body up against his, reveling in her dominant position of power. Her body was wet and warm, still dripping with the heated pool water leaving her body to glisten as stray droplets of water fell from her hair to pitter-patter on Erik’s body. Their legs entwined, and she spread her thighs wide to give the boy a painful reminder his legs were now at her mercy. She didn’t push this though, she didn’t want to simply make him tap or submit, she had her motive.

“Waterboy is a sports thing. It’s the guy who gets the real athletes their water to stay hydrated.” Raelyn smirked down at Erik, letting him know the truth behind her words rather than indulge the fantasy of being some sort of hero. In this story, she was the heroine, the main character, and she wanted him to understand just how important she was. It seemed to be working well enough too as she felt the blond’s arousal between her legs. She rolled her hips ever so slightly, purposely teasing his inability to make use of what was in his trunks as long as she was in charge.

“I am.” She responded with a cool smugness and a domineering little smirk. She slowly lowered herself down until her chest mushroomed up against his, her weight pressing down on him fully. “How long can you hold your breath, waterboy?” She spoke softly, a seductive air to her voice. She knew she was beautiful and could plainly see Erik was attracted to her in some way so she happily exploited that.

This was a tricky predicament for Erik. On the other hand, what was happening was hugely embarrassing for him... Instead of looking like a strong, capable, skilled and adept wrestler, he was getting overpowered, controlled, dominated and taunted by his opponent. Especially with a pin selection like this... He hadn't been placed in a grapevine that much before, but he had certainly seen plenty of images of wrestlers getting placed in a grapevine pin before... And right now, he was feeling just as helpless in the hold as it usually looked like in the images. This was bad.

But on the other hand, situations like this were ones that really appealed to him in wrestling, maybe even the most. While he, of course, tried to train his body and find success in the ring, he couldn't deny having respect for opponents that were genuinely stronger than him, and it was always intriguing to experience the sensation of giving your all, but still getting overpowered by your opponent... Especially if they were female. And he couldn't help secretly adoring Raelyn's body and what he felt it was capable of... Which unluckily for him, the Knockout Queen was quickly picking up on.

As Raelyn spread her legs even wider, the sensation of her strong thighs overpowering his own was quickly growing his bulge now, and to his dismay, the explanation about the true meaning of "Waterboy" was suiting the situation a tad too well for his liking. No, he did not appreciate being called that, and it wasn't those words that were turning him on, but what the Knockout Queen was now clearly purposefully doing with her body was ensuring that the signals she could feel from his trunks were probably making her think that he could have been aroused by her demeaning words.

Erik didn't bother responding anything to the Waterboy -taunt, but he was going to have to answer to a direct question. Getting squished against the mat beneath all her weight and being placed in the tricky pin was making it a bit harder though, so he had to keep it short... "Well, try me..." the Swede replied, trying to sound still as defiant as possible, despite his obvious predicament.

Jenny on the other hand was having mixed feelings. Yes, she was enjoying the fact that her little plot had managed to get payback for Erik, seeing him haplessly struggling against the mighty Knockout Queen... But she wasn't still quite used to seeing Erik getting in that close contact with another girl on the mats, and she somehow sensed that there was a chance of him enjoying it a little too much... And also, the fact that she knew she was probably going to have to face the woman as well wasn't making her feel any easier at all.

Raelyn smirked down at Erik, seemingly amused by his response. She loosened and clenched her fingers back around her trip, making sure she had a good grip on Erik to keep him held down. She dropped her hips low to law herself firmly against his lower body, depriving him of any wiggle room in which to squirm, anticipating there was a struggle to come.

“Deep breath now~” She chortled softly as she puffed out her chest. What might have been mistaken as her striking a pose was made more apparent when she descended, lowering her chest down over Erik’s face. Her wet swimsuit stuck to his skin as she worked his face between her breasts, stretching the fabric to make room for him. Once she had lowered herself completely, she let out a small content sigh. She hunkered down fully, mentally counting just how long he was holding his breath for in case she actually was able to smother him out. She pursed his lips, turning her head to glance towards Jenny with a knowing smirk. She’d be coming next.

No, Erik wasn't sure if his response was smart at all, but it was the only one he could come up with... Although admittedly, he was also very curious to find out what exactly Raelyn would be up to. Granted, based on his position, he probably should have already known what she was up to, but even if he knew, would it have actually been such a poor fate after all?

Well, yes, if one wanted to give out an impression of an adept wrestler instead of a session wrestling jobber. Luckily for Erik, AFW seemed to feature both of those types. Getting totally controlled, pinned and somthered in your debut match wasn't necessarily something that would have crashed your value as a wrestler in this league. Besides, from what he had heard, male jobbers sometimes made a killing with commissions from AFW.

Still, first and foremost he did want to appear as an adept wrestler. Unfortunately, the only way he could help with that now was to take a very, very deep breath. Fortunately, as a swimmer, this certainly wasn't a weakness of his. He had good lungs. But it was still a nasty, if not at the same time rather intoxicating feeling, when he got her breasts on top of his face, with the swimsuit making sure that the hold was air-tight. At first, he did try to somehow squirm and wiggle a bit... But soon realizing that such efforts were only going to deteriorate his situation and deplete his reserves of oxygen, and quickly succumbed to simply having to try riding out the smothering hold... Causing also his own attire becoming increasingly air-tight.

Jenny was getting increasingly worried, and not least by the expression on Raelyn's face when she turned her head towards her. She was already feeling very small and weak watching the Knockout Queen in action... And she couldn't help staying silent. She simply did not dare to say anything... Even if on some level, she would have loved to scold Erik for his hapless performance... But on another level, she kinda already wanted to taunt Raelyn over... Something, anything, just to side with her tag partner a bit. Still, right now she just couldn't.

Raelyn hummed softly to herself, counting the ticking seconds in her head. She had lowered her own, resting her chin lightly on the top of Erik’s head. It was only a matter of time until he passed out and she seemed content to wait, making a fun game of seeing how long he lasted. She would occasionally reaffirm her grip or roll her hips to nudge his crotch with hers, just checking to see if he was still conscious. Past that though, she just laid on him… using the simple submission hold as a demonstration for what was to come. It had always been her plan to bum rush which of them faced her first, wanting to be as quick and decisive as was possible to conserve energy for the second fight. Admittedly, this had been a bit easier than she imagined, but simply figured it was because of how great she was.

Somewhere deep beneath Raelyn's breasts, Erik was starting to get really concerned. At first, he had been convinced that this breast smother was simply going to be a tease, just in a way to taunt him a little, before releasing the hold, granting him once more access to oxygen, before trying to show off her superiority with some other move. But as he felt increasingly dizzier and out of breath, time was quickly running out for his assumptions to get confirmed.

Then he heard the humming. It was faint, didn't really reach his ears that well, but to the Splashter, it told more than a number of words. She was, in fact, simply enjoying her dominant position, and just waiting for him to get knocked out. "The Knockout Queen..." God dammit! This was Jenny's fault! Why did she have to get her to make them look like fools! Or for herself, he didn't really care that much at this point. But him? Basically, a grapple, overpowering, falling to the floor, grapevine pin, breat smother... And that was it. Was it that easy? Was he... Was he that... Easy? He looked... Like... A horny.... Little..... Jobber.....

And those words were the last ones in Erik's mind before the swimmer passed out in the fitness model's lethal embrace.

For Jenny, the situation had simply looked just awkward at first. But the longer the smother kept on prolonging, the more concerned she was growing... This was way too soon for Erik to get knocked out. Way too soon. He hadn't basically weakened Raelyn at all yet! He couldn't just leave her fighting against such a strong woman on grappling mats, without substantially weakening her first!

Finally, it definitely looked to Jenny like there was no chance Erik was having oxygen reserves any longer. There were also no longer any signs of struggle. "Was that really it?" the Aquanator could only think to herself, with an appalled look on her face.

The small squirms, the faint exhales through her wet swimsuit, the inadvertent flinching when she gave him a testing squeeze. She felt each bit of fight slowly drain from Erik as he remained trapped beneath her. She eased him through it with her small testing teases but did little more to toy with him. She was on a mission after all. So many people would have killed be in his position, so in some ways, her sensual little defeat was almost a gift. She knew because her private messages were flooded with requests asking her to sit on them or choke them out. She served a certain market and did so well.

Once she was sure Erik had slipped into unconsciousness, she pushed herself up and straddled his abdomen. Her backside dropped into his lap where he couldn't appreciate her firm curves while asleep. She took the time to casually adjust her swimsuit as she loomed over her victim like a cheetah celebrating its latest kill. A member of staff who had been waiting in the wings came over quietly with something in hand. A small rectangular object which they presented to Raelyn. A phone. It was a black and red case with a boxing glove logo on the back with the word “Queen” scrawled across it. Likely hers.

She pushed off of Erik as delicately as if he were just a piece of furniture, tip-toeing herself over top of him to stand at his side. She took a few quick photos with the device before handing it off and sending the staffer away. She turned to face Jenny, placing her bare foot on Erik’s chest like a conquering hero.

“Next~” She dug her heel into Erik’s side and pushed, rolling his body off the mats to make room for Jenny while Raelyn looked on, confident and hungry for more.

Erik might have just won the most awkward and embarrassing lottery prize in the world. What had been the chances of him getting into this position? Had he contacted Raelyn himself first at all? No. Had he challenged her to this type of match at all? No. Had he known she was going to be equipped with such a formidable physique? No. Had he guessed that she was going to overpower, smother, dominate and defeat him with her strength and assets in such a sensual way? No way in hell.

It was all just too good to be true. But while it was in fact true, it came with its own downsides. Like with all precious gifts, you had to pay some taxes. Erik's taxes were invoiced in the form of a humiliating defeat, a hapless image on his debut, and an embarrassingly large bulge in his trunks. One that had so far remained well hidden from all the hungry eyes and cameras by something much more popular - namely Raelyn's behind - but once she had finished devouring his prey like the dominant predator that she was, it was the nasty little phone that finally triggered the revelation of the true extent of the Splashter's humiliation.

Instead of getting rewarded for its efforts, Erik's bulge - and the rest of his unconscious form - got promptly captured by the lense of the Knockout Queen's phone for the whole world to see. Or well, at least for her followers to see. Hopefully this wouldn't be one of those images that went viral.

For Jenny, this was no lottery. There were no prizes available. She could only see gates of hell. Of course, in addition to-... "Oh for fuck's sake... He actually enjoyed that?!?" The Aquanator couldn't hide a disgusted look on her face, as she could finally see the true extent of Erik's sensations in the brief battle, evidenced by the bulge of his trunks. It only exacerbated the blonde's disdain towards this whole situation that she was finding herself in... Did she have to really do this? Did she really have to face Raelyn? Couldn't she just run, like a guy having failed at pulling off a fake pay-it-forward chain on a drive-thru lane for his own benefit?

No, she couldn't. And yes, she had to. After the demanding "next" that she had just heard, there was no longer a way out. Unless... "Oh come on! You gotta wake him up first! He's got to get to witness my performance too!" the girl began protesting like an entitled kid, fully disregarding the fact that Erik was in fact so knocked out and asleep, that he hadn't woken up even by getting pushed and kicked off the mats in the first place.

“That's where the fun comes in. Seeing if you can last long enough for him to wake up or not.” Raelyn tugged at the straps of her swimsuit, letting them slip off the tips of her thumbs to wetly snap back against her body. With a smug grin, she nodded her head beckoningly to Jenny, trying to coax the girl onto the mats so they could start. “No reason to be coy, it's coming one way or another. It's just a matter of how impatient you make me”