Suzanna vs Sir Michael Meldors

Suzanna got up. "Maybe a friendly fucking, that'd be cute" she winked, and turned around, slapping her rear towards him. "Gotta kiss it first"

Michael was half-tempted to bend down to actually do it. Scratch that, he was completely tempted. He bent over and planted a kiss on his opponent's ass leaning backup and smiling at her. "Anything else?" he asked.

"Much more obedient then I expected, maybe I should let you lick my feet too" she murmured, shaking her rear methodically.

"Sorry, don't have a foot fetish, back to the fighting women fetish then." he said moments before he rushes at Suzanna, hoping to push her into the turnbuckle and then try to begin an assault on her, hiting her repeatedly on her body with his knee.

Suzanna wasn't ready for his charge, and got slammed into the turnbunkle. She panicked and tried slapping him away while he beat on her, causing damage.

Michael eventually backed away, the repeated slapping becoming too much after a while. He then walked back to gain some distance before rushing forward and trying to spear Suzanna.

Suzanna tried to scoot away from the position, not liking anything about the situation, but had her tightly locked in place, then RAMMED her with a spear.

Michael smirked after the spear. A nice hit. He then would begin to attempt to pick up Suzanna for a German suplex. His plan was simple. Wear her down then sit on her face and after the suplex, he would do just that.

Suzanna began to panick and squirm, flailing around trying to make his grip for the suplex weak.
"STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!"

Michael got a bit off balance do to Suzanna's flailing about. EVentually, he dropped her mid suplex. Suzanna wouldn't take the full force as she wasn't being brought down from Michael, but gravity would do a bit of damage on her. After that happened, Michael took the opportunity to try to sit on Suzanna's face in order to cut off her oxygen supply erotically.