TvF Caged Heat! Ronan Drake Vs. Bree Tassilotte

It was stupid for her to claw onto his leather jacket hoping to go deep enough getting to his skin but it took quite awhile even for her ferocious claws scratching away, and it took that long giving Ronan enough time to catches her on his shoulder Stunner her right off his back and down to the mat, the literally stunned feline laying on the mat only able to move by rolling side by side and clutching to her poor head. **Owww stupid stupid!** but regardless its just the start at least instead from the very end that she would of lost against him, recovering the best she can and waiting for a moment for her sore need to ease up, before thinking shes ready to stand back up on all fours... on her own two feet to be exact. "Nya....."

Shaking her head while looking around to see wheres that big dude of a man go so she knows where to strike at, she'll need to get rid of his leather jacket so then her precious claws can add more red lines along with his tattoos, but as she got up to her feet and feeling the ring rumbling, she saw Ronan coming right at her. "Nya... another lunge?!" she turn her body to dodge his running boot but grazed her ample breasts making it jiggles as she winces from the pain of her fine boobs. "Meow!"

Covering her breasts with her one arm to keep it at ease, she tries to jump at him pulling out her free hand hoping to get at his face with her claw, scratch that face of his. "NYA!"

Ronan was a fast paced kind of guy since patience was certainly not one of his strong suits, not easing off the gas pedal as he charged right at Bree once more aiming a running kick at her chest which was quite the large target. The feline woman was quick as well however and her last second spin of her body caused only the tip of his boot to graze her tits which bounced much to the delight of Ronan as he did his best to come to a quick stop, his momentum such that he ran right into the ropes and had to bounce back at Bree. That didn't end well for him however as the woman lunged at him this time with a wild clawing motion at his face, the New Yorker leaning back to avoid the worst of it but her nails left behind light red scratches across his face which stung like hell.

"Really?" Ronan shouted out while laughing at the thought of how absurd it seemed to him that he was facing a cat girl, an opponent perfectly fitting of a manga star like himself. Instinctively he would bring a hand up to his face in order to shield his eyes from any further attack, lashing out with a wild spinning backhand trying to drive her away.

Bree breast still hurt from taking a hit, even a graze, from his boot just stings quite a bit but that didnt stop from her to strike right at him, jumping for his face with her vicious sharp claws, all legal for this match, hoping to scratch him as quick and painful as she could, she can feel her nails indeed touches his face but not enough frictions so it felt like she grazed him as well. **Shit!**

She landed down on her feet like a feline she is, only now she tries to strike at him some more but his hand were covering his manly face and swing his hand out, aiming to backhand right at him. "Neee!" Bringing her arms up to block the blows only to knocking her from the side, still standing at least, shook for a moment before turning her attention back at him. "You jerk!"

Bree took a step back before quickly rushing right at him, just close enough before dropping down with her feet, going for a slide aiming between his legs so when she slides across the ring, she hope to get between his legs as she would go for her fist to punch upward right to his junk.

Ronan lashed out with a instinctual spinning backhand, his blow connecting and managing to drive her back a step or two to create some breathing room for the male fighter. He needed to keep on the offensive as much as possible in a match like this, not only would it keep his fast opponent from getting the upper hand but it also meant she wouldn't have the time to climb the cage for a quick win. So far he was doing a good job at this but he needed to keep it up until his feet touched down outside before her own.

Dropping his hand back down from his face he turned to face Bree, stepping in quickly and throwing a quick swinging left hook towards her head, however all he hit this time was air as she avoided his strike with another slick move that fit perfectly with the whole cat girl persona she had going, sliding between his legs as he looked down with a look of both surprise and amusement at this development. However a second later he was cringing in pain as she hit every man's weak spot, punching directly up into his manhood which drew a pained gasp from the crowd as the mostly male members of the audience felt his pain. Ronan kept himself from falling forward as he scrambled to back up towards the ropes so that he could lean on them for support as he dropped one hand to guard his balls from any further damage.

Bree face took a pretty heavy blow from his backhard, it was hard like stone of the phone book, her head was swimming in pain that this cat girl is in deep trouble facing him if she doesnt do anything to slow him down and giving her a chance to strike. **Grrrr... I'll teach you not to mess with me!** Bree waited for him to come closer to him and out she rushes him, bringing her foot up to kick swiftly right to his junk, low blowing him bringing down the big man to his knee, he scrambled to the ropes as she breathing heavily, rubbing her face and giggles a little. "Aww whats the matter?.... does it hurt THAT much?"

Her giggles actually hurting her face but at least it was a good thing for now seeing him to the ropes, she slowly moving toward him while he focus on protecting his manhood. Bree tries to get him leaning over the middle rope facing the cage as she move to sit on his back, draping her legs over the ropes and grabbing on the top rope, using it to pull back and pushing his upper body, his throat over the rope choking him the best she can and weaken him as much she could. "Nya! Riding! RIDING!"

Ronan used the rope to help pull him back up to his feet, his well muscled arm having little trouble in lifting himself up but it seemed Bree wasn't in the mood to give him any breathing room. That was both to be expected and how it should be, since he would not be giving her any time to rest if he had anything to say about it either. "This, hurt, nah never." He replied back with an arrogant smirk on his face, though it was mostly for show as he was still recovering from the low blow.

He struggled against her, making the cat woman work for it as she turned him over onto his front, Ronan wiggling halfway out when she got her legs wrapped around him. "What do I look like a stool?" He complained as she began to push his neck down onto the rope, barely able to breathe as she literally rode him just like she was saying.

"WHEE! Thats how its done nya!" She got him where she wanted, riding on his back against the ropes choking the life out of him, grinning while her hangs on getting him weaker as she can, pretty sure he cant escape from it as long she keep him trapped there for a moment, course, it wouldnt be fun if she hold him still all day long, wanted more actions than this. "YAY!"

After awhile, she hopped off his back and taking a quick breather, she turn to the ropes behind her and using it to propel herself quickly right at Ronan, hoping to give him one more push against his back...with her diving knees! "NYAHHH!"

Ronan suffered in silence as the cat girl kept his neck pressed down against the middle rope, annoyed at her taunting and grimacing from the pain, trying to think of a way to escape from this hold before he ran out of air. Before he could come up with anything however Bree did it for him by sliding off of his back, Ronan practically forcing the air down his throat after being deprived of it for that long. While she was catching her breath Ronan arched his body as far backward as it would go, hearing his back crack in several places as he felt the pain secede a bit, though just as he was pushing himself up back to his feet she charged at him and drove her knees into his spine one last time.

"Fuck!" Ronan shouted out as his back erupted into even more pain, the force of the blow throwing him against the ropes with his head smashing against the steel cage wall. He caught himself by grabbing onto the links of the cage, pulling himself up using the cage as his support until he was fully standing again, deciding as he did so that he was more angry than hurt right then. "Okay, you got in a few good hits there, but now that you took your turn the law of manga states its my time now." Ronan stated as calmly as he could given his situation, turning around and immediately pushing himself off using the cage wall and charging right at Bree, going for a running clothesline.

Bree so far dealing with Ronan quite well, having him getting choked against the ropes while the crowd watching riding on his back and seeing his expression in despair. "Yaaaa!" The rowdy, cheerful cat girl having fun messing him up and now, getting off his back to catch her breath, running the other end of the ring to rebound back at him from behind, jumping up to bring her knees and literally cannonball off his behind. "Yeah!"

Bouncing off of him and did a backflip to landed down on her feet in crouching position, slowly standing up to see his body really hurting, does a little victory dance cat calling him away. "Nya! Cat got your tongue! Meeeeh!" She stick her own tongue at him as he slowly getting up to his feet still using the ropes to support himself, she grins slyly at him before running to the ropes again to propel her right at him. "Another knees coming right..... Augh!"

She was surprise that the catgirl was caught off guard and smacked down to the mat, nearly his strong arm clothesline across her chest could of chop her head off, wincing in pain, she clutches her neck and head easing the pain on the mat, rolling side by side. "Meow meow owwww...."

Ronan was more than a little sluggish in pushing himself back up to a standing position after being on the receiving end of all that abuse from Bree, though fortunately for him his feline themed opponent was more interested in taunting him and doing premature victory dances than actually going for the win, giving him all the time he needed to get back on his feet. More than a little fed up with being used as a trampoline, Ronan spun around and hurled himself right at the charging Bree, his arm smashing into her neck leaving the cat girl sprawled out on the mat.

"They say cats always land on their feet, I'm curious to see if thats true or not Bree." Ronan said jokingly while leaning over to get a good grip on the woman's ankles, looking to lift her legs setting her up for a backwards toss. If the move was a success Ronan would fall backward while pulling Bree along for the ride, releasing her legs to fling her head and chest first against the steel cage wall.