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We began to circle each other as the clang of the opening bell faded. Aurelius (No, I'm not calling him that...his name is Junior now.) was fast, light on his feet. I moved at a slower rate, making sure to have my footing under me as much as possible. After a moment of this he lunged, intent on a lock up! Not one to disappoint, I surged forward to meet him! I went back a step, thanks to his greater forward momentum, but then I planted myself, and crouched down a bit, lowering my center. That stopped his advance quickly, and then I began to **** him back, step by step towards the ropes. Judging by the look on his face, I don't think he was expecting this. But me being shorter than him let me disrupt his center of gravity. Also now I think about it I guess I might be a bit....heftier shall we say, than the women he has faced before. Anyway, I drove him back into the ropes, the show of **** drawing applause from the crowd as I then pushed my body against his, my covered breasts pressing heavily against his chest.

"Like I said, I'm no pushover, Junior." I breathed up to him

"Stop calling me that!" he protested.

I gave a clean break when the ref called for it, backing to the center of the ring. Junior followed, and I could see from the look on his face he was already thinking about the adjustments in strategy he was going to make. Once we were both set, I came forward intent on locking up again. But pain burst along the side of my body as Junior stepped in and quickly threw a body hook into the side of my ribs! The ref admonished him for the closed fist, but really nobody ever takes a DQ for it. I mean, the strike itself wasn't too damaging. I took a lot worse in my time. But the strike left me open for Junior to catch me in a side headlock. He would grind and applying pressure to my head while turning me towards the opposite side of the ring. Old instincts began to whisper to me, warning me about being set up for a running bulldog. Quickly, I shot my hands over to his crotch. No, not for a low blow...cause that could get you a DQ. I grabbed the front of his trunks, quickly pulling them down over his hips far enough to expose his manhood to my other hand, which I used to begin squeezing and stroking his cock.

"Ohhh....the fuck?" he moaned, taken aback by the sudden handjob to his rapidly hardening member!

Feeling the grip on my head loosening as he grew distracted from the pleasure, I slipped free from the blonde's headlock as I continued stroking the younger man's cock with my right hand. I quickly stepped over his leg with one of mine, while the arm that wasn't working his shaft seized his left one. I would then pull it tightly, forcing him to bend to side, while crouching slightly completing an abdominal stretch while still running a hand up and down his dick!

"Oh god....oh Jesus!" the blonde called out as I began to run my thumb over the head of his member at the end of each stroke. He was rapidly discovering what people in the SFL's earlier days had learned, that I wasn't just about sex. I was about using pro wrestling's holds and combining them with sex. An erotic submission specialist, I guess you could say. As I told you earlier, I'm mostly about the control, the clash of wills behind erotic sexfighting. I liked when mine was challenged....and I loved making other people's crumble and fall apart. To that end, in my youth I put in a lot of training turning normal submission holds into ways to **** my opponents with sex and pleasure. Because, while I was ok with getting falls by submission, and smothers were more fun that those, the best moments, to me at least, are the ones where someone is resisting their lust with all of the **** of will they have, only to have their body betray them as their control fails and they're **** to cum.

Just like Junior here. I could feel his cock starting to throb and pulse, and my thumb was getting wet from his precum.

"Mmmn....oh fuck, not already...no..." he groaned softly to himself.

"Shh...It's ok babe...just let go....give it to me...." I breathed to him in a husky voice.

His struggles lessened as his moans increased as the moments went on. Maybe it was my voice and the words, or....I don't think Spartacus here expected a sexual attack so early, and probably not one like this. Anyway, he arched his back as much as he could within the hold and with a wordless yell, his cock spurted wildly as he came! I looked down to watch as burst after burst of his hot cum rained down upon the mat and my hand. After his climax subsided, I released his cock, wiping my hand off on his trunks briefly and the hold, letting him slump to the mat.

"Ruby Rider has scored a fall by **** orgasm from a hand job abdominal stretch combination!"

From the commentators table I could hear one of the two of them going on about the last fall as I walked by the side of the ring closest to them. "That sort of thing right there, that is vintage Ruby Rider! Mixing her sensual skills and wrestling experience into one erotically charged art form....and she did it so fluidly!"

"True, true, but I really just think she caught Aurelius off guard! Remember, he's still a rookie, and has only been in four matches not counting this one! We really haven't seen Ruby take any sort of serious hits yet, so we don't know if she'll fold after taking a hard knock! And we haven't seen any sort of erotic showdown or face off yet, so you can't count the Gladiator out of that department yet either...!"

Although I was walking away with a growing sense of confidence, the prideful, determined look Junior flashed at me as he got up let me know this was far from over as I settled into the corner to await the next fall...