Nathan Weed vs Jamie Rivers

Amy put a hand where Jamie had kissed her. She's pretty aggressive, and sorta unpredictable, Amy thought. Then she grinned widely. Poor Nathan, Amy commiserated. She's perfect.

Nathan was stretching when something hit him from behind. He stumbled, then felt something pinch his ear.

"Come on boy, you owe me a match." somebody said in an annoyed voice.

Nathan followed for a few steps before grabbing the stranger's wrist. "Ow... Hey, excuse me. I'm not your opponent. You must have me confused with somebody..." Nathan was already over the threshold when he looked up and saw Amy, grinning from ear to ear. Nathan closed his eyes. "Shit."

"Oh no, I'm pretty sure I have the right person... this is him right?" She holds him up so he can look square into Amy's eyes for a moment so she can confirm that he's the correct one. She grants both a gratuitous amount of time to exchange words before she'll procede to drag him off towards one of the empty dorm room, signaling for a ref as she entered. She would then call back to Amy. Come back in 10... mabye 15 minutes. I should be done with him by then and you can come pick up the body, sounds good?"

Amy pinched Nathan's cheeks. "Hello, Nathaniel."

Nathan glared at her. "I hate you."

Amy playfully rapped on Nathan's head with a knuckle, ignoring him. "I call for help, and you don't rush in? What the hell kind of man are you?"

Nathan scoffed. "Yeah, right, you'd die before you call me for help. You're not that kind of girl."

Amy gave Jamie a sidelong glance before continuing. "Still. Anyway, Jamie, this is Nathan; Nathan, Jamie. Nathan, dear, Jamie used to wrestle grizzlies in Wyoming, and she's the current world champion in Competitive Asskickery. She's going to slap you around for a few minutes, mmkay?"

Nathan struggled. "No, Amy, I said I had to go."

Amy shrugged. "So beat her and leave. What's the problem?"

Nathan dislodged himself from Jamie's grip. "What if I leave right now, without fighting, huh? What is anyone going to do?"

Amy shook her head. "Jamie challenged you in the girl's dorm, so you can't leave. You've got to fight first."

Nathan inched towards the door. "What if I don't? Is there a penalty or something? Like they cut some of my spending money?"

"Um, I think you die," Amy said seriously. Jamie caught Nathan before he could go any further.

Jamie started to drag Nathan off to a suitable room. "Come back in 10... mabye 15 minutes. I should be done with him by then and you can come pick up the body, sounds good?"

Amy nodded and waved. "Nathan has a lot of extra blood, so don't worry if he loses some! Have a lovely time, you two!"

They were gone. Amy sighed and patted herself on the back. "Nathan's lucky to have a friend like me," Amy said, satisfied.

As Jamie pulled Nathan into the room she gave a little gag expression, "You two sure do like to flirt, don't you?" Jamie shoves the boy towards the bed and prompt began to remove her T-Shirt, showing off her abs in the process as she pulled it up under her bust. Pausing to look at Nathan she gives him a smirk, "The conditions for victory may be pinfall or submission, but I think I'll toy with you sexually for a little while, see how you handle that area before I start whipping you around good." She then pulls off her shirt completly, revealing her tight sports bra. She gave a smirk and gave her apperent C cup breasts a squeeze, "Maybe if you're good, I'll show them to you." She then bends down to peel off her shorts, similarly displaying her ass. "Now you can either strip here or have me and a the ref forciably strip you..." She trails off, more enticed with stripping the boy against his will than anything else...

Nathan fell onto the bed. "Flirt? No, no, we're just..." Nathan sat up...

...and found himself looking directly at Jamie's toned stomach, and the words failed to form in his mouth. Jamie smirked and said something- something about toys and sex and whipping- then took the rest of her shirt off.

Nathan stared, mouth still slightly open. Then, remembering his manners, he coughed and quickly averted his gaze. Slowly the heat in his face subsided, and her words regained their meaning. "...either strip here or have me and the ref forcibly strip you..."

Strip? Nathan leapt up off the bed and started backing up to a corner of the room, subconsciously grabbing at the waist of his shorts. "Hey wait," Nathan said, panic-stricken. "you don't have to do this. I don't know what Amy told you to make you hate me like this, but I swear it's not true."

'Well well, arn't we a shy boy?' Jamie smirks as she thinks to herself in regards to Nathan's actions, "Oh no, I don't hate you... not in the least." Her smirk widens dangerously as she begins to walk towards him, "It's just busniess..." With that she fingers the base of her sports bra, tugging on it suggestivly, "Now come on... don't be so stand-offish. I've already challeneged you to the match, so there's no escaping your fate now, so why don't you just come over here and you can help me finish while I get started on you." She turns her body to the side, flirtily, showing off her curves as well as her strength. "Then we can really get started on one another..." Jamie then gives him a sly wink.

As Jamie came closer, Nathan retreated further into the corner, trying not to stare too obviously where Jamie was fingering her bra. Just help her with the bra, a voice encouraged. She's asking for your help, be a gentleman. You don't have to touch her or anything. Nathan shook his head. It seemed as though Nathan's conscience had already given in to Jamie's advances. Then Jamie winked, and Nathan lost some of the feeling in his legs. It looked like it wouldn't be long before Nathan followed suit.

He stretched one arm in front of him in a pleading gesture. "Okay you win. You're right, I can't escape. But I've got a basketball game in just a few hours with some locals, so how about a rain check? You look like you'd wear me out, and I'm trying to make a good impression on these guys. I'll come back straight away after the game, I promise." Nathan, catching himself staring again, forced his eyes up to meet Jamie's.

As Nathan backed away from her, Jamie gave him a predatorial smile as he cornered himself. Tracking his gaze to her chest, she gave her bra a snap before coming to a stop, eyeing him up and down. She's surprised as he reaches forward, believing that he's going for her top, but then realizes that he's not going to be that bold as he attempts to plead his way out of his situation...

"Oh, I see. That basketball game does sound like it's going to be fairly important..." It almost sounds as though he's persuaded her to let him off the hook, if it weren't for her sly smirk that had never left her face. "Such a shame that you're in Sex Wars now... what would the administration say? One of their wrestlers skipping out on a match just to play basketball? Tsk tsk..." She's quite sarcastic about the whole deal, as she still fingered her sports bra taintalizingly, if he was this easy to distract he wouldn't last long against the bigger competitors. "Looks like your stuck here. With me. On dress down duty. So you're either going to help me with my top... or I'll help you with your shorts..."

Damn. She was right; he didn't have anything to say to that. Nathan was struck dumb by both Jamie's logic and the snap of her sports bra, which continued to echo in his head.

Nathan, left with no other choice, approached Jamie warily. He silently reached out to where Jamie fingered her sports bra and gently moved her hand. He gripped the bottom of Jamie's top. He started to lift. He could just make out the smooth underside of Jamie's bust...

Then Nathan pulled it back down, closing his eyes. "No. I'm sorry; I can't. I submit." Nathan sighed and, embarrassed, let go of her bra. What a way to lose my first match, He seethed. Damn you, Amy.

The ref girl, who had smiled seductively at Nathan when Jamie dragged him into the room, had been slightly put off when Nathan made his basketball excuse. Sure, he's cute, but he's kind of a pansy, she had judged quietly to herself. But now she was disgusted. A submission? Now? Pansy my ass, he's a full-on coward.

But on the outside, she remained professional. She tapped Jamie on the shoulder. "It's doesn't count unless you accept it. Do you accept his submission?" Don't. Kick his sissy ass. The ref pleaded silently.

Jamie smiles as Nathan again reaches forward, cornered both physically and mentally, this time Jamie is elated as he hesitantly takes the bottom of her top and began to lift it up. However, as he suddenly retracts his hand she frowns and looks up as he verballizes his submission...she then stares at him blankly, not really believing what he had just done.

"Hmm...that's a pretty easy win..." Jamie continues to stare at him. She then gives the ref a look before smirking, "What a shame the match hadn't started yet. I can only really accept a submission if we've begun the match. Now, we don't want you to be labeled as easy now, do we?" Jamie gets a gleam in her eye as she smirks, "I'll be nice and give you a handicap then... in order for me to win. I have to pin you and then make you submit. You can pick either..." She smirks at Nathan viciously, he had doomed himself to twice the pain. "Now, where did we leave off? Oh yes.." With that, she took his hands and slowly began to lead the towards her top, "We have to get ready..."