Ronan Drake vs Cristina LaBrie

Ronan wasn't the type to plan things through before hand so even he was surprised when he landed on the rope, taking advantage of what fate had dealt him as he jumped off of it for a second attempt at his kick. The crowd were silent as the kick connected with the side of Cristina's head, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena reigniting the crowd as they all began to cheer for the fast paced action thus far. After landing from his spinning kick he had a moment to respond to her earlier jab at his ego, not one to let such a thing stand if he had the time. "Well what about the demon of new york, does that nickname work any better for ya Cristine?"

Not wanting to waste anymore time in addressing the liquor comment just yet Ronan quickly stepped over her and crouched down, looking to push Cristine onto her front before dropping onto his knees and planting his rear end right on top of her nice round ass, bouncing lightly upon her ass just to rub it in a bit. Reaching around her Ronan looked to give her breasts a nice squeeze before pulling back into a more sensual variant of a boston crab submission hold. "And I'm not cute, I'm hurt Cristine, hurt."

Lying on her side after the kick collided with the side of her head, Cristina would rub the area of impact a bit, shaking her head. The boy wasn't messing around, and that was clear. Ronan wasn't someone she could take lightly. In her head she was thinking that she would have to make him pay for hitting her with such a hard kick. She wasn't going to let him get away with that and no way in hell was she going to let him lay his hands on her. "Kh..How about...we cut out the ridiculous names, and I just beat you up hm?"

She would try to push herself up before she would feel Ronan take a seat on her ass, bouncing lightly upon it. She would grit her teeth, blushing from the feeling before she would suddenly feel him reach around and squeeze at her breasts, causing her to let out a deep gasp, blinking a few times before he would pull her into a boston crab variant, saying what he did. "I...obviously wasn't talking about you idiot!" She would let out, throwing her hand back and trying to slam it hard onto his side over and over.

Ronan shrugged his shoulders as he sat down upon her ass, replying "That works too, sexy kitten." He just couldn't help himself as he taunted her with an incredibly lame nickname for her, laughing to himself as he took firm hold of the woman's breasts and began to pull her into his submission hold. As he had told her earlier he didn't hold anything back, applying full pressure from the start onto her lower back, his fingers gripping her tits as best he could through her blouse. "Oh? Really? Then why bring it up?"

He yelled out each time she slapped him in the side trying to to stay on as best he could, his hands squeezing harder as he used her breasts to help him remain on her ass. With a sharp tug Ronan tried to bend her backward even further, his fingers digging in deep as he then tried to rip apart her blouse and reveal her breasts to the crowd.

"Gh..Just shut up!" Cristina would say back to Ronan as he would start to grip her breasts hard, pulling back as he did. Cristina was incredibly uncomfortable in the hold as her lower back was taking a beating and when it came down to it she couldn't stand it when men groped her breasts. She had to deal with quite a bit of that when she was on the road at her concerts with all the crazy fans that tried to cop a feel. She couldn't stand it and it disgusted her and here was Ronan, taking full advantage of her breasts.

As she kept trying to strike him to get him off, nothing seemed to be working as Ronan would keep his balance on her. Soon, she would feel him dig his fingers in even more, causing Cristina to let out a loud yell before he would rip apart her blouse revealing her breasts, covered only by her white bra. She would grit her teeth, her face a complete red as she would plan her hands on the mat, pushing with all her might to try to buck him off her.

Ronan kept the pressure up on his hold as long as he could, more than a little reluctant to stop groping her rather ample breasts as they were quite soft yet hung high on her chest, just the way he liked them. All good things had to come to an end however and just as he released her mounds to rip apart her blouse she bucked against him, sending Ronan stumbling backward with her ruined top in his hands. Glancing down at his prize a wide smile appeared on his face, glancing up to find unlike most of the woman in the AFW Cristina had worn a bra to the match, only slightly disappointed as he was still one step closer to seeing her completely naked.

"Oh wow those are huge Cristina, let me guess, dd's right? Theres no way those are anything but dd's." Ronan said matter of factly, almost as if he was making a simple observation and wasn't in the middle of a match with some high stakes. Tossing her blouse outside the ring he gave it to the eager hands of the crowd who promptly began to tear into pieces amongst themselves. "Huh, those people really need to get laid more often, or ever."

Cristina would continue fighting against Ronan as he would keep his grip on her breasts for as long as he could. He seemed to be quite enjoying the feel of them, and it was frustrating Cristina to no end. In her mind, he had no right to touch her in the way that he was, but he had nearly complete control over her until she was finally able to buck him off, though taking her blouse with him. She would grit her teeth as she would quickly get up to her feet, watching the wide smile that he had on his face, the thing that disgusted her quite a bit.

"Oh shut up." Cristina would say as he would toss her blouse out to the crowd, seeing them tear at it. She would click her tongue. That was a stable part of her attire. She could certainly get a new one, but she was going to make him pay for ruining that one. "Alright. I'm through playing around with you." She would let out, acting as if she could just turn on her offense. She would steadily approach him, her hands up in the air, acting as if she was going to grapple with him but she would attempt to sweep his legs when she got over to him instead.

Ronan certainly hadn't expected someone like Cristina here to go along with a hentai match, she seemed a bit too much on the serious side and so far she clearly hadn't been enjoying it. Thinking to himself he wondered if she might just be a sore loser and would only enjoy it if she was seemingly winning, or maybe she just liked women more than men. It never occurred to him that she just might not like his attitude or personality thus far. "Well thats not nice, can't we be civil? I just wanted to know your cup size is all, in fact I complimented you Cristina, yet so cruel." He replied dropping the grin entirely, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he spoke to her.

"Wait, that was all just playing? Good, I was starting to get worried." He said not realizing he had just insulted her yet again, pulling his hands out and raising them up to meet her own as he thought she was going for a lock up with him. As she got closer Ronan leaned forward to grapple with her, only to be surprised as she brought her leg sweeping in striking him in the ankle and sending him sprawling backwards. Flailing about his arms hooked over the top rope saving him from falling to the mat, letting out a deep breath of relief for the moment though it left him open.