Rowan vs. Victoria

Rowan Ballard vs. Victoria Rivers - Hentai Match, triple fall.

Lights. Music. Aaaaaaand action!

Rowan bounced onto the ramp, the spring in his step as the fairly nondescript pyrotechnics went off undeterred by the fact that he was far from being treated like the main attraction of the match in question. In fact, it seemed like half of the heads in the crowd were turned the other way, expectantly looking toward the iron stairway from which his opponent would be making her appearance.

Fortunately, Rowan was pumped too full of adrenaline to care. The crowd was cheering, and as long as they did it mattered a whole lot less which combatant their enthusiasm happened to be directed at. The first bridge of AC/DC's Hell's Bells bellowed from the massive speakers drilled into the walls of the building, adding another layer of sound and sensation to the already overpowering mix.

With a two-footed hop he sprang onto the ringside, agilely swinging himself across the ropes and touching down inside the squared circle. This was big. He was making his debut. People'd be talking about this. Of course, the stipulations for the match had been rather confusing, but he'd scrawled his signature down without a second word. "Hentai," he knew, was a japanese word. The japanese were crazy about wrestling, so it was all gravy.

Victoria smirked as her entrance music (Brick House) started; this was a Hentai match, her specialty if you could call it that. Stepping out onto the runway, she made sure to take her time as she made her way to the ring. Her slow sultry strides allowed both her boobs and booty bounce beneath her fairly skimpy attire while every step she took made her hips swayed heartily from side to side. Reaching the ring, she stepped up onto the ringside and grasped the top rope, eyeing her opponent with a smirk before extending one long, toned leg, up and over the top rope. She the slowly brought the other one over and sat on the top rope, bouncing on it for a few seconds, bringing all attention to her bust as it bouncing heartily. It continued to bounce for a few seconds as she hopped into the ring and made her way to Rowan, a slight swagger in her step.

“Well well, look who we have here…” Victoria licks her lips as she approaches him, “A new plaything, or fresh meat?” She makes sure to get in close so she can press her breasts against his chest, cutting him off from seeing her put her plan into action. “So whatâ€s youâ€re name hun?” As she spoke she would try and pull the waistband of his pants and boxers forward with one hand, while her other went directly for his cock. She was banking on him already being hard from her little show as she made her way to the ring.

Looking away really wasn't an option. First of all it was the Commodores, which would normally be enough on its very own. Second... well, wherever you happened to turn your eye there was something swaying, sashaying, turning, shaking or bouncing for dominance underneath the skin-tight wrestling suit of his opponent. He hadn't seen her before, new as he was, but if all the other female contenders in this federation looked anything like her he realised he'd have to buy his agent something extra special next Christmas.

Another tie, clearly, would not be acceptable.

As she swung her way into the ring he was still watching her, and even more so when she took the few steps necessary to bring them up chest to chest. Rowan sucked in a breath when her ample mounds pushed into him, and that same gulp of air stayed in his lungs as slender fingers wrapped around his cock. It wasn't entirely hard, but well, well on its way. "Uh... hi?"

"Uhii? Interesting name... is it Indian?" She flashes him a pleasant smile before licking her licks as she traces her hand alond the length of his cock, getting a feel for it so to speak. She smirks as she gives him another stroke, still not really to arouse him, "So what's wrong hun? Cat got you're tounge?" She pushes herself closer to him suddenly, pressing her breasts into him, coaxing him into taking a step back as she moves her head to whisper into his ear, "Or is it me grabbing your cock?"

He stepped back, pushed away as she moved into him. One of his hands pressed against her abdomen, and though he did little to keep her away he slid it up her soft skin, coming to grasp a large breast in his palm, giving it a little squeeze. "...think it might be you," he said, his voice a little choked. This wasn't how he'd expected the match'd go. It'd be a bit of a lie to say he was displeased, but he was certainly surprised as hell, and his cock gave a happy throb in her hand.

Victoria raises an eyebrow as Rowan steps back, "Oh are we shy?" She takes another step forward while his hand begins to move up towards her bust, making it's position seem more like he was trying to softly push her away rather than cop a feel...until he squeezed, "Hmm, that feels like a no. Well are we aroused?" She slowly moves the hand on his cock, down alond his shaft before pulling back, tugging on his cock some. The little throb she felt let her know that dispite his 'shyness' he was enjoying her attention, "Mmm, that feels like a yes..." She was enjoying the direction this match had taken from the start, and it appeared as though the crowd did as well.

This wasn't exactly wrestling. If you wanted to be generous you might call their position a very improvised kind of lockup, though the hand placement was unorthodox at best. He was out of his depth. Rowan wasn't a complete novice with women, though none of the gals at home had been this... well, assertive. "Yes," he mumbled, keeping his voice low to keep it between the two of them. He was hard as a rock in her hand now, and despite the fact that his eyes would once and again flicker to the sides and to the crowd, they would comfortably return to stare back at her chest.

"Yes what? Where have all your manner gone hun?" Victoria smirks as she watches as Rowans gaze returns to her chest once more, "If you want me to smother your face between them then you have to ask me properly," she begins to rock her body up and down against him, rolling her breasts against his chest while her hand continued stroking his cock. She was try to catch him between two conflicting urges; to lean back and simply accept the pleasue? Or to lean forward to gaze down on her breasts...

"Oh!" She gives your cock a squeeze as if remembering something, "Mabye you wanted to slide something else between them..."