Fighter vs. Fighter (Mystery Match!)

{if@ Gammod == False}It seems like you got here just in time! There's definitely some excitement brewing around the ring. Oh, goodie, you were hoping you'd get to see something like this today! As people fill the Arena tent (well, as "filled" as it can get with just the niche University's second-year students, third-year students, and Debbie), you hurry to find a good seat.

There's a group of three sitting on the ground right next to the ring, with their lunches all set up nicely on the ground or in their laps, while other people stand across the Arena tent leaning against things to get a good look, but you know that the best place to sit and watch things is chairs. We were so lucky to discover them.

There's a few spots open, but where should.... hmmm..... hey, how come you don't see your usual analyst buddy today? The third-year that you normally sit next to and talk to before the fights. They aren't anywhere right now. Aw man, okay....

Dejectedly, you take a seat by yourself, and settle down to watch the fights. Hopefully you can make sense of this one without any background knowledge.....

{endif}The fight was already started when you got to your chair, so you've got some catching up to do!

Given the more casual audience right now, it's safe to assume that they're not quite on the level of Hatzinbobber and Mallowen, from last time. But you can already tell that they're very good, just from their techniques! It's a man and a woman, and at the moment they both seem to be pretty evenly matched.

"Woo!" One of the people eating {if@ DayEnd == false}lunch{else}food{endif} in that group cheers. "Give it to him, Warhorse!"

A-ha, so one of them is named Warhorse! And, with your deductive abilities, it's probably the woman, given that the person said 'him'. Alright, first name learned, that's officially who you're going for!

"Go Warhorse!" You cheer, bringing your hands to the sides of your mouth as she ducks under one of the man's swings.

The man backs up a few steps, readjusts, then rushes forward at a rapid pace. It catches Warhorse by surprise, and he's able to wrap his arms around her legs and throw her to the ground. Ooh! It didn't look like it hurt, but you feel like you should 'ooh' anyway, like with rollercoasters.

"Ack! No!" Warhorse says, desperately scrambling back as the man takes a position up on top of her, top slipping a bit loose in the motion. He moves with her, though, and it's only a few scramble-steps before he's locked her to the ground with his arms. "Nghh!" She struggles to get free from under him, but he won't budge.

Woah, he's pretty strong. You might have to change who you're going for if you can find out his name. More importantly, though, it seems that Warhorse's struggling has actually exposed one of her boobs -- which the man takes full advantage of. Looking down at the nipples, pointed up at the sky, he leans in and lovingly slides his soft, rough tongue across them.

"Ahh!" Warhorse's reaction is immediate, as her eyes go huge and her back arches up involuntarily and as if hit by a jolt of electricity. The man keeps her totally pinned down, though, and maintains his mount on top of his weaker foe.

She collapses back onto the mat, panting deeply.

"Oooohh!!" She lets out a cute sound again, as he moves in for seconds over her other exposed nipple. She tries to get up again, or maybe it's another involuntary back arch, but falls back uselessly. "S-Sandman....." Warhorse starts weakly, but never finishes, between deep, hot, and heavy breaths.

She shudders, and it's clear that the excitement is weakening her even more, completely taking away her already-slim chances of ever getting out of this position by turning her arms and legs to jelly. The man, apparently 'The Sandman', is clearly enjoying himself as well -- positioning his face to look right into her eyes as he holds her down and moves back to the first nipple again. Warhorse squeaks and her eyes tightly shut with the coming of the next shudder, and when they reopen her bashful, burning face is rolled on its side, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I-I can't watch.... oh... ohmigod...." She lets out breathily. She looks less like his opponent and more like his victim now.

The Sandman's sharp eyes keep staring right at her face as he continues sliding his soft, rough tongue over her sensitive and overstimulated nubs. He was already strong enough to hold her down, but now she might even be stuck if he dismounted her -- not that she gets the opportunity.

Warhorse keeps rolling her head around, looking away each time her opponent finds a new angle to look right into her eyes. Eventually, he pulls away from her exposed boobs, and moves up to kiss at her collarbone. This forces Warhorse to squeal and shut her eyes again, rolling her head from side-to-side much faster from the sensory overload. The feeling of his hot breath as he slowly plants soft kisses all the way up her neck, over her voice box, up to the underside of her chin....

Warhorse's squeal of delight/overstimulation is unending, and she's blushing with her entire body by the time he reaches the pinnacle. Moving away from her neck again, The Sandman gives one final look at the face of his opponent, before moving in to give a final soft kiss right on top of her lips. Warhorse's squeal grows louder, and the thrashing of her head grows faster, and the heat radiating off of her burning-up body grows hotter, and then..... it all stops.

Sandman holds the kiss a while before he leans back and looks over her blissed-out face with satisfaction. During it all, the hands he was pinning Warhorse down with had moved over hers, and interlinked fingers. He keeps them there as he looks over her floppy, fainted body.

Warhorse's face is one of pure giddy joy. Her tongue is coming out of her mouth, and you swear that you can even see steam rising up off of her.

"I thought you were made of sterner stuff than this?" Sandman asks teasingly, but there's love behind the words. Warhorse, of course, doesn't respond, because there's nothing going on in her head right now. With that, Sandman lifts her unresisting leg, and hits the mat three times to count her out.