Seduction of the Strike

17:16 SamWright: Excited from the first moment to be part of your new fighting and erotic federation, but now it's my chance to really prove my stardom around here and show you I was the right choice to add to the roster. Arriving to your apartment, more like a villa from the looks of it when I arrive, I show up in a pair of casual shorts and a polo shirt, framing my light skinned 5'2-158cm 106lb-48kg figure. We haven't met before but I know I am here for that best of 3 challenge to show why I should be your main male wrestler, in more ways than one, and my motivation has sky rocketed to prove my worth. Knocking on the door and one of your members opens , starting to guide me to where you are waiting

17:43 SamWright: I manage to move quick enough and I get your head in my hold, speed and skill being one of my many good assets since I am used to facing bigger stronger opponents. My slim arms trying to pour on the pressure on your neck and head as I feel your body adjusting while bent down some, your hands pulling down at my hands and that makes me stumble back as I lose my grip some, and I decide to let go to not fall , as I catch myself against the wall to stay up "You have some technique there boss" I tease, as I nod

17:47 Amalia_Torres: That grin sneaks out, wider than I meant it to - your grip lingers like a memory in my shoulder. My neck cracks sideways, shifting under the weight of what just happened. Back in the middle of the mat, I say it straight - “You’re hard to pin down.” My gaze stays fixed as I shift from foot to foot, barely touching the ground. Yet there you stand by the wall. A little unsteady on your feet. Out of nowhere, movement cuts short any chance to steady yourself. Closing in without pause, a leg swings low - aiming to catch the back of your ankle - while my hand presses hard against your chest. The force shifts your balance, driving you down toward the mat behind. Falling begins before you notice it.

17:49 SamWright: "Did you expect me to be a pushover...I plan to put you to sleep...twice" I speak firmly , trying to emit confidence and hide any hint of nervousness as I get into a stance again with you apporaching like a predator. This time you move both upwards and downwards and I am not able to support myself, trying to avoid your sweet but then you also push hard against my chest and I am tripped on the mat, falling on my ass a bit surprised "woh" as I land , catching myself, trying to keep my guard close as I am certain you will attack

17:52 Amalia_Torres: Out there, your feet touch down and energy sparks through the air. Each step I take closes the gap fast - no pause, no space for rest between us. One down,” I mutter, slightly out of breath, moving closer. Down I go, legs sliding around your waist as my fingers curl around your wrists - lifting them high, pressing into the surface behind you. Weight shifts forward, my body lowering onto yours while breath mingles in tight air, just above, strands cling damp against my forehead, one droplet trailing slow from the temple. Close we stay, motion held, heat building without sound. Out of words already? I laugh, nudging you down before you can move.

18:02 SamWright: I consider myself fast, but here you are moving with grace and quickness, as you take me down before I react and you are onto me at once. Straddling me as your toned legs frame my sides, feeling you grabbing my hands in a tight grip as I grimace with you powering them down to the mat, facing up at you a bit nervous now. I try to buck my hips against your fit body, while my arms shake , struggling to push against yours with your body leaning over me and your words teasing "argh...this is...nothing" as I writhe under you

18:07 Amalia_Torres: Out of nowhere, your hips press into mine, forcing me to brace myself just to hold steady. Stronger than you look - your arms tremble under the strain while pushing back at me. Just… nothing? A quiet laugh slips out as I press a little heavier against you. Close now - so close our breath might mix. Your scent lives in the air between us. One knee pushes up near your hip, trying to find balance as my fingers work to gather both wrists into a single grip. With luck, one hand comes loose - enough to lay the edge of my arm just above your neck, firm but not crushing, more signal than force. Stability shifts under us, moment by moment, held together through small pressures. "You're squirming a lot for someone who said he'd put me to sleep," I whisper.

18:11 SamWright: I try to press myself up as I feel your bigger sexy frame pressing me back down , not seeming to make you have to try hard to keep my arms or body down in that moment as your laugh emphasizes your position. I feel your breath close to me as I grunt close to your ear, feeling your shifting my arms and now using only one to pin both of mine together. I thrash beneath your body , both hands trying to push against your one , as I feel your free arm over my neck "gkk". Hearing your soft taunts now makes me wince as I strain to turn my body under your firm pin and my hands against your one pinning them "You're strong...Amalia...but I'll get my chance...argh"

18:16 Amalia_Torres: Under me, your body shifts, muscles tightening. Your voice cracks, sudden. That sound pulls a tremble from deep inside. Not tiredness. Something quieter. Heavier. When you whispered my name, it stuck. Back pressed into the ground, you still find plenty to say,” I say softly, fingers steady at your throat. You’re fighting more now, kicking up dust between us. My fingers tighten, yet your arms twist like eels in wet grass. One hand won’t keep them caged forever - the left already sliding toward open air. Now my knee pushes up, sliding tighter into your side to hold you down. A moment later, fingers reach - snagging at your moving wrist just as you start pulling away. Hold on - don’t move,” I mutter, voice shaky, control slipping while you twist away.

18:20 SamWright: Hoping to be able to push up against your one strong arm, unsuccessful to budge it so far but as you tease, I am able to start slipping it past your grip while you use your legs to keep my smaller frame trapped, your free hand against my throat like a warning as my voice is cut shut, surprised you have me in such a dominant position so early in the first round. My one arm seems to get free when your grip tenses and keeps it in place along with the other one, but I am able to finally yank it free to the side "gkk...argh...no..." I grunt as I try to use it to press against your shoulder , trying to twist my upper body some as I squirm on my back , your body warm against me making me hot and bothered with you

18:23 Amalia_Torres: My breath catches as your hand pulls away. A beat passes before I react - eyes opening a touch wider than before. That stings more than it should. You shove into my shoulder - suddenly, my footing slips. With your body coiling like a spring, holding you down turns shaky. My jaw tightens; annoyance rises, slow and thick. Out comes my voice, low and shaky. Not now, I think while gripping tight. My chest feels heavy as words slip through. Stillness hangs around us both. With one hand slipping free, I shift grip to catch your opposite wrist. My fingers close around the arm now loose, dragging it sideways toward the floor. Weight shifts forward, my torso leaning heavier across your ribs. This pins your shoulder just enough. Movement slows beneath me. Your elbow brushes the mat near your temple. Pressure holds. Breathing changes. My voice comes out tight, words breaking between gritted teeth your doing, as strands slip down, framing us in shadow.

18:26 SamWright: Right there in your spacious living room, I am still struggling to budge your body that keeps me flat on my back, exerting a lot of energy while you shift and react to my strains, finding ways to keep me trapped. Pressing your body lower and harder against my lighter one , I am flattened on my back, grunting with some wind pressed out of me as you grab my freed arm before I fully push you off and you pin it again, now one arm in each of yours as I look up at you , faces close , my squirming continuing as I don't have much movement "fuck...Amalia...argh" , legs kicking on the mat as you feel solid over me

18:29 Amalia_Torres: Beneath me, you can’t move. I notice how tired your eyes look. Your legs push at the mat without going anywhere. Trapped like that. Fully stopped by my weight. A slow smile spreads across my face. Hush now, my fingers press gently on your arms. Don’t resist - just breathe. Stay still There I keep you, held tight for what feels like forever, so you can sense just how firm my stance really is. Against me your chest rises, quick and close. Warmth of your breathing brushes right across my mouth, easing my hold a little, shifting backward so air finds your lungs again. Whenever you’re ready "say it, tap out", I hold on tight. My legs stay around you, eyes stuck on your expression while time slows down.

18:34 SamWright: Now having imposed your will in this pin, using your body and weight to keep me pressed on my back more firmly. A submission match where I have not been able to get a good hold but not planning to give in that easily either, while your words tease with a commanding tone. "Agh...never...I don't give..." I hiss under my breath , your voice , soft and close to my mouth as I meet your eyes briefly, looking away to not give you the satisfaction of pinning me with them as well. Not able to move now, but hoping to find an opening once you ease up a bit "argh fuck"

18:37 Amalia_Torres: Something clenches deep in my ribs when I catch that sharp edge in how you speak. Your pushback isn’t quiet, it lives loud behind each word, rough and unyielding. Quietly, I say it like I’m talking to nobody at all. For a breath, I keep you pinned, watching you twist without result under my frame. After that, I shift just a fraction upward, giving the shape of room. The pressure at your arms softens, though not gone, while my legs remain fixed across your lower body. "Fine," I say, my tone softer now, almost playful. "We stay here until you change your mind." My body moves slightly, pressing one leg across your arm so it can’t escape. At the same time, fingers from the opposite hand creep up, slipping behind your neck, no squeeze, only holding. Shaping the space between us. Smiling, I glance your way.

18:42 SamWright: You keep speaking ,quietly, as if you want this to only be heard between us. I put a lot of effort , trying my hardest, and the moment feels intense but your body reacts as if my struggle is trivial, or it feels that way as you have me down. Shifting on top of me, as your legs move up now and I try to turn my lower body to the side, bringing your your one leg above my arm and pinning it under it , leaving you with one free hand again, your fingers pulling at the back of my head as I grunt , trying to resist the position as I see my predicament "Fuck you're strong..." I hiss under my breath as I try to kick my legs upwards behind you, trying to figure a way out

18:49 Amalia_Torres: Your legs kick at my back, your body writhes - still, it changes nothing. Right here is where you belong now. Hush now,” I breathe, fingertips light on your neck. Not waiting, my other hand finds your chest - just above the heartbeat racing beneath skin. Thud after thud pulses under my palm. "You fought well," I say softly, almost sincerely. "But this round is over." For a while, I stay just like that, making sure you sense how done this is. After some silence, I ease up - my fingers slip from your throat, my leg shifts off your forearm, lastly my body opens away from yours. Perched on my knees, I take deeper breaths, brushing wet strands out of my eyes. You stay lying there, flat on the mats, while my gaze drops to meet you - a quiet, real smile forming without effort. Here we go,” I say, rising to stand while moving backward a bit so there’s space. My shoulders shift as I stretch them out. I smile at you, then head to rest, preparing for the nextround

18:51 SamWright: So far , I have been immobilised and kept under your control but without extreme suffering or difficulty to breath , making me able to withstand it without giving up. You keep me in place with ease now and you stop my struggles with your words, as the mentora of the organization, not giving a doubt , not needing my submission or knockout to declare yourself victorious in this round. uncoiling yourself from me , I shake my head as I face up at you surprised , seeing you slowly , uncaringly, moving away. Speechless, I regroup and sit up, given the space to get ready for the rest of this match