Cyber Saturday - Noah Cassidy vs. Natsu Arisawa

Stringent exercise routines and keeping track of leg/arm day were the rather mediocre origins of Nattie's squirreled away strength, although apparently this feat was shared with her farmboy foe considering how unnaturally ornery he was within the Full Nelson. Natsu had him locked down but it was like trying to chaining down a cantankerous raccoon except with the horsepower of a...well, a horse. Suplexing Noah was performed with the sole intent of settling him down, Natsu taut muscles tightening from the upheaval before she herself slackened down to the floor as well.

"Heh, think I'm not the only one whose packin' more strength than it looks. Still, wonder if all you countryboys are charmers though~..." Natsu coyly queried to the splayed out farmer she sat beside, adorably scuffling up his hair with a playful smile before proceeding to approach the nearby turnbuckle. Perching herself on the middle ropes indicated her attentions to all within the arena, to whom she'd offer a fleeting glance and fan-pleasing wave before attempting to bring the hammer down in her patented Flower Rainmaker elbow drop.

Natsu certainly wasn't wrong. One didn't grow up on a farm like Noah, tending to horses and cows and all sorts of animal and crop needs, without getting some good muscle. Even if Noah's slimmer body type didn't entirely show it, his slim muscles were strong, and he could give, and take, a fair amount of heavy damage.

One bit of damage the speedo clad teenager from Idaho, USA didn't want to take, needless to say, was whatever high flying move Natsu was climbing the turnbuckle to prepare for. Looking to get back into the match now that the bloomer clad woman had gotten the first move in, Noah saw her leap from the turnbuckle in the corner of his eye, and scrambling, he rolled to the side JUST in time for Natsu to land her attack, her bent elbow striking the hard wooden mat where Noah had been laying just moments before!

Natsu would like to say that she has an eye for this type of physical distinction considering she herself has been underestimated plenty of times for her petite and diminutive physique. Typically by arrogant fighters who moments afterward would have their arms slumped over their friend's shoulders as they would aid their kayoed compatriot off to the nearest medical facility. The Spry Schoolgirl would reckon that Noah's gonna earn his fair share of victories around here thanks to his opponent's taking one look at him and assuming this would be a walk in the park.

Unfortunately, Nattie's would make some wrongful assumptions of her own. Including that the polite farmboy was too rattled and weary to squirrel himself off and out of the schoolgirl's strike-zone right at the last second. Natsu bracing herself with widened pupils but absolutely beefing it on the landing. "Agh!!! Dagnabbit, why does that never work?!" Nattie muttered out with pained groans as she immediately hiked herself up to a seated posture, seething through gritted teeth and soothing her aching elbow from a maneuver that was recently doing her more bad than good.

Whew! That had been close! Luckily, Noah's quick movements and quick thinking had avoided what would have been a pretty painful elbow drop. Now, as the speedo clad farm boy pushed himself back up to his feet, he saw Natsu sit up while clutching her arm.

With a grin, seeing an opportunity, Noah circled around the bloomer-clad-schoolgirl, moving out of her field of vision and getting behind his opponent, setting up his follow up while she was distracted with the blow-back from her failed attempt at high flying.

Once positioned right, Noah would move in, swinging one leg towards the nearly-bare back of his opponent, a loud "SMACK" being heard as the flat top of his boot collided with Natsu's lower back, getting a wince from the crowd at the loud sound of impact, with even Noah wincing after hitting the kick.

"Oooh, sorry about that!" He said, before dropping down to his butt and snapping his legs tightly around her waist, compressing her ribs and side with his smooth bare thighs, and squeezing her hard with a scissor hold!

And here Natsu figured that incorporating more wrestling maneuvers into her fighting repertoire would be nothing but net positives, when in reality it was turning out to be more like one of them there double-edged swords. Nattie never quite understanding the analogy until recently what with her taking risks to make major headways in matches right alongside the occurrences where she just winds up pratfalling right on her face. Sheer stubbornness compelling the Blooming Brawler to continue attempting this elbow drop out of the thin hope that it would finally connect perfectly. For now though all she wound up with was a sore elbow and the dawning realization that she lost track of where-


"NNNGH..." Biting her lips did scant little in hiding just how bad Noah's thunderous crack of a back kick stung as it echoed throughout the rafters. Not when people could still see the schoolgirl's scrunched facials and arched spine, supple breasts jutting out against her tightened top as Natsu doubted the authenticity of Noah's apology. "...not as sorry as I feel right now...or my chiropractor will be..." Natsu quipped while still in a state of stunned rigidity before the farmhand compounded the advantage by snapping his toned thighs around her waistline. Assigning one hand on each of his legs with a few puffed breaths and shimmied squirms, but overall locked down to the canvas by the country boy.

Noah grinned to himself as he squeezed his tanned legs around Natsu's midsection, feeling her squirm against him, the former farm boys legs having been shaped by having to carry the weight of dragging farm equipment around and having to hold their own against the force of large animals like the pigs he would sometimes wrestle on the farm for fun or to win a bet, squeezing for a few seconds around Natsu's midsection, then stopping for a few brief moments, before going back to squeezing hard, establishing a painful rhythm.

"Looks like I caught ya now Natsu. You so sure your going to win my speedo now?" he teased her, though his tone was upbeat and playful, even as he made things worse for the girl by grabbing her underneath her arms, forcing them upwards and interlocking his fingers behind her neck to trap her in a full nelson, similar to the one she had him trapped in, before laying back on the mat, stretching Natsu's body out while applying pressure to her neck and shoulders with a Full Nelson/Scissor hold combo that left her body laying out across his, exposed to the crowd and painfully stretched, while her bloomer-clad backside pressed against his crotch.

Correctly appraising an adversary's capabilities before locking horns with them is one of the hallmarks of an experienced fighter, or at least that's what Natsu's brother used to say. Still, satisfying though it is whenever Natsu herself makes an accurate assessment of foe's abilities, she honestly wished she'd made a mistake earlier on in the match when guesstimating that Noah was a veritable powerhouse in spite of his diminutive size. But nope...the bruising from the kick between her shoulder blades and pincered python's squeezing down on her waistline were all the proof needed to support that woeful hypothesis. "...Mgh...S'not over...till the better undergarment wins..." Natsu defiantly remarked as she grimaced and clenched onto his tanned legs whenever those auburn thighs surged in strength, slouching into an exhaled breathe whenever the chipper farmboy eased up.

The Spry Schoolgirl's bouts of relief ended with Noah snaking his arm's underneath her armpits and hauling them backwards with her situation becoming more precarious by the second. "Sheesh starting to think this isn't your first rodeo." Natsuko remarked through strained breathes. Stamped feet into the canvas and writhing fidgets were Natsu's only immediate resistance, early signs of vexing frustration from being puppeteered into such a hapless splayed out state for the audiences gawking pleasure by the undersized powerhouse on her back, literally and figuratively. Moreso by the fact this was a submission she'd locked onto him earlier on in the match to decidedly less effective results. Errant mushing of her bloomered rump against his package with beads of sweat now forming from their dual friction as she continued being outworked for now.

Noah couldn't help but chuckle at Natsu's remark about this not being his first rodeo. "Well, I admit, me and a lot of the other guys and gals from the surrounding farms might have gotten together for a fun little wrestling league of our own in the barn late at night. Plus, not that I would ever compare a perfectly lovely gal like yourself to an animal, but I spent a lot of spare time wrestling hogs too!"

His voice kept its friendly and casual tone, as if they were discussing the weather, and he wasn't currently trapping her in a painful full nelson and scissor hold combo, and wasn't fighting her while wearing just a pair of skimpy speedos and wasn't fighting for the right to literally take her bloomers off and leave her exposed in front of him and the crowd.

He kept the hold in, squeezing both her ribs, and putting pressure on her arms and the back of her neck with the full nelson, while she continued to squirm and wriggle against him in defiance, her bloomer covered butt rubbing repeatedly against his crotch, getting a blush out of the Idaho native.

"Uh...Miss...your squirming an awful lot..." He said, a bit of a nervous edge in his voice. Between the thought of one of them stripping and exposing themself upon defeat, and having her fit, young, and utterly beautiful, not to mention barely-clothed, body pressed against his, plus her butt mashing against his crotch...his body heat was escalating, and he found himself actually a bit nervous about what side effects that might have in this match...

Detective work wasn't exactly Natsu's forte, in fact alotta times whenever reading a mystery novel for English class she'd just skip to the end and stare dumbstruck as to how the culprit was always the person she'd least suspect. Which was why she felt somewhat prideful from having sleuthed out the reasoning behind Noah's unyielding strength so easily. Dread inducing though the explanation was after learning that her ranch-hand adversary regularly wrestled down over three-hundred pounds of exceptionally ticked off livestock. No wonder it felt like she was captured in the jaws of a cordial and polite bear-trap, one who was apparently capable of masterfully locking her down and playfully stretching her out like this with his peppy smile and open friendliness still intact.

"H-Hogs?!...Guess every match was a mud match than. Still, think I'm in for a rougher night than I thought..." Natsu lamented through a scrunched grimace as her arms dangled in the air, the schoolgirl showing crimson shades of embarrassment from being wrestled down and rendered helpless by the friendly farmhand. Compounded moreso by the sweltering warmth shared with his tanned abdomen flattened up against her back and his breathes wafting against her neck. "...w-well...you could always just lemmego, ya know?" Natsu replied with a strained breath, noticing the bottom ropes adjacent to them and attempting to extend one free leg over to make contact. Although what would make contact in the process was Natsu's caked derriere swelled and swiveled against his crotch with every attempt.

"Man, this girl is hotter than I expected. We've just started and I'm already getting stiff..." Noah thought to himself, as he poured the pressure onto Natsu's ribs, shoulders, and neck with his full nelson/scissor hold combo attack, blushing as her constant struggling caused her tight bloomer-clad backside to rub against his speedo clad crotch.

"Heh heh..." Noah chuckled playfully, breathing warm breath on the back of Natsu's neck after she commented that he could just "let her go", simple as that. "That's a good one Miss Natsu, but unfortunately, I can't just go letting you go all easy like that, this my debut match after all, I want to get a good win over a tough opponent...and uh...if you don't mind me saying, I'd rather like to get those bloomers and see you without em!"

The friendly farmboy replied, putting more pressure on his hold...until he felt Natsu shift again, her butt firmly rubbing against his package and actually getting a small, barely audible and involuntary moan out of him...before the referee was in his face yelling "ROPE! BREAK THE HOLD!"

"W-Wha?" He asked, looking over and seeing that, while he was distracted by the pleasant feelings of her rump, the schoolgirl had managed to extend her leg, the toes of her shoe connecting with the bottom rope. "Aw dang!"

Obeying the rules, Noah did as he was told, unwrapping his legs from around the girls midsection and freeing her arms from his nelson hold, releasing her body and gently moving her off of him before rolling away, quickly getting up to his feet and looking over his attractive opponent.

"Alright, not bad Miss Natsu! Your made of tough stuff!" He said, hands on his hips as he politely waited for her to recover, looking around and blushing at the crowd as they started whistling and catcalling in his direction, as his standing revealed the now stiff bulge in his small orange speedo for all to see.