Ronan Drake vs. Jannet Van Dansich

It was a good thing for Janet that Ronan's vision was blocked by her massive chest, at least that way he couldn't see the frustration on her face, mixed with a little bit of pleasure and pain as the man's hands got a lot rougher with squeezing the dutch woman's boobs "Ah... just shut up and embrace defeat already!" She snapped, the facade of confidence breaking around completely before she was forced off, being pulled into the mess by her boobs. "Y-you brute!" the blonde said defensively, sliding back to get some distance between the two as she cradled her breasts, aching from Ronan's rough treatment. "Have you no shame, manhandling a woman's breasts like that?! I pity you're girlfriend if that's the sort of treatment she gets out of you."

While he hadn't been able to see the look on her face until after he had thrown her off to the side the tone of Janet's voice conveyed her frustration clearly even to the usually unobservant Ronan. Having grown quite used to fighting women who seemed to enjoy a fight the harder it got he was a little surprised to find someone like this, not that he was going to change his style or anything though, Ronan wasn't even sure how to take it easy on someone when he was fighting. "Actually Ro would have just screamed at me to squeeze harder....so yea. Besides you're the one who was so quick to use those lethal weapons, I was just defending myself." Ronan answered casually while walking slowly towards Janet, the blonde woman pushing herself backwards through the whipped cream to keep some distance between them. Ronan would keep moving towards her however, with Janet's caught between him and the ropes.

Janet raised an eyebrow at this... Ro's... apparent masochism: breasts were the to be worshiped, not mauled! Her opinion of Ronan had dropped like a stone, and the blonde's opinion of his company wasn't higher, it was looking as though she would actually have to fight through this match instead of coasting through on her charm and body. "Ugh..." she groaned, pulling herself up with the ropes, trying not to slip back down into the cream, her own idea backfiring on her as she tried to quickly think of a new gameplan. The dutch woman didn't exactly fancy getting in another grapple with the man, but she wasn't much of a striker and the American would have no Qualms about hitting a woman either. This was not a good position.

Going easy on an opponent, man or woman, may not have been something Ronan was capable of but he could managed to let the woman get back to her feet before continuing the match. Coming to a stop a couple of feet in front of her Ronan crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to rise, glancing back over his shoulder to the basket of strawberries that still sat in the corner of the ring, thinking for a moment about going to get another but by the time he had turned back to face Janet she had dragged herself back to her feet. "Ready?" He asked before stepping within reach of the woman, his hands shooting forward to grab onto Janet's wrist, Ronan stepping back and turning his body to send Janet running back across the ring.

"N-no!" Janet yelped as she was sent running off through the slippery goop, trying her hardest not to slip over as she hit the ropes the other side, and failing with little grace. "Ughhh!" the blonde groaned as the dutch woman bounced off the cream covered ropes, slipping back down into the mess, face first. "...stupid cream..." she groaned as she tried to clear her vision.

Ronan was actually quite surprised anyone could run across this creamed drenched ring and not immediately fall flat on their faces, especially when that someone was a woman as top heavy as Janet had to be with those massive breasts. When she made it to the other side of the ring and bounced off of the ropes Ronan hurried to step towards her unsure of what he would do when she came back at him, having been so sure she would slip and fall he hadn't thought he would actually need to react to her coming his way again. He relaxed however as Janet hit the ropes only to to come crashing down face and tit first into the whipped cream, splashing the sweet topping in her unceremonious landing.

Now that she had taken a nose dive into the whipped cream Ronan closed the distance between them as quickly as he could without slipping himself, chuckling as he watched her wiping the cream out of her eyes as he drew closer to her. Ronan would then try to drop down onto the woman's back so that he was facing her legs with his knees on either side of her, reaching forward to grab onto her legs so he could pull them back for a boston crab.

Janet's surprising amount of grace running on slippery surfaces while a talent, weren't going to be much help with Ronan who seemed content to keep his hands on Janet and not let her get away again, this time painfully stretching her legs and back out in a Boston crab. She was flexible, but not this flexible! The female form was not supposed to bend that way, it was fortunate that she hadn't moved far away from the ropes. "Ah-AH-ha!" She squealed before firmly grabbing the slippery cable. "I've got the rope! That means you have to let me go, right? Right!?" She said in a panicked tone, her knowledge of wrestling rules were limited but rope breaks were still a thing even in this match, weren't they?

Ronan was on unfamiliar ground in this whipped cream match but he was going to try and make it his own, getting Janet down onto her front and locking in the boston crab early on. Despite the messy nature of ring the rules as far as he knew were still to win by pin fall or submission, aiming to do just that before Janet had another chance to use those lethal weapons of hers against him again. He pulled back on her legs applying pressure to her lower back until he heard her saying something about the ropes, turning his head around to see she had indeed managed to grab onto the bottom rope, and since she was right the referee tapped him on the shoulder until he released her legs and stepped away from the busty blonde.

Janet whimpered pathetically when Ronan released the hold, her soft legs and poor back had been unfairly stretched out as she sat down by the ropes of safety, masaging them back to something near full health. She had been pretty clearly outclassed when the going got serious, but that didn't mean she didn't have a few nasty tricks up her sleeve. While the punishment had been painful, it had landed her right next to her basket of strawberries. They weren't the best fruit for the occasion by a long shot: they weren't that acidic compared to an orange for example, but it would still be a nasty surprise for the american as she subtley grabbed a few in one hand, crushing them as she stood back up.

Soon it would be Ronan's turn to be punished.

Ronan took a few steps away from Janet, giving her some room to stand up without the danger of her grabbing for him to keep her balance or whatever other tricks she may have waiting for him in that surely devious mind of hers, the man not wanting to get caught by any tricks she might have up her nonexistent sleeves. So far the match was turning into a bit of a dull one for him, the familiar feeling of his blood boiling as it pumped through his veins having yet to surface in this match due to the slow pace the whipped cream coating the ring had demanded from them. He rolled his neck from side to side, the various joints cracking with each sharp snap of his neck, his knuckles making much the same noise as he entwined his fingers and pushed his arms out as far as they could reach.

Turning around Ronan found Janet in the corner, not even thinking about the basket of strawberries she had left there earlier as he approached her.