Dakota Dwight VS James Elforn--Submission Match (lewd allowed)

While the crowd was beginning to be hyped up by the announcer, James was in the back casually lounging. Checking his phone as he had already done his stretches before hand. For him it was a little bit more of a relaxed feeling this time given it was a match style geared more for regular fighting. He wasn't opposed to the match but was not expecting much of a twist upon the match. Nevertheless, still wouldn't stop him from getting a few flirts in and hopefully enjoy a nice struggle.


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Eventually the announcer began to narrate James' entrance. He swiftly gave his phone to one of his employees then hopped up and made his way to the curtain. Making it just in time for his reveal without missing his place. Strutting on his way down to the ring, his fan girls would try to get his attention but he gave each of them only air kisses. James would make sure to let the lighting show off his modest but fit body. Showing off a charm to the crowd and a few winks before making it to the base of the ring where he performed a sling shot of himself by gripping one of the slightly higher ropes and tugging on it heavily. Jumping with the pulled tension he flung over the ring's top ropes and rolled as he landed inside.

His little flourish certainly got a nice reaction out of the crowd. But then he would walk his way immediately to a corner and wait rather casually with a soft smirk. Mostly happy at his performance, as he waited for his own opponent tonight.

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When the theme of his opponent kicked in over the speakers, James couldn't help but tap his own foot along to the beat. He watched closely as Dakota would make her own little show before her way to the ring. Watching her slide in so smoothly he couldn't help but nod and smirk a bit more brightly. It may not have been as explosive but James felt the flavor most potently. As Dakota opened up her top he shifted his head and chuckled, showing some interest to the suggestion and saw her wink as well.

It certainly prompted him to speak up much sooner, "Not many country side make it to where we are. But hope ya don't mind me sayin' that is quite the entrance you made. I'd like to see a bit more as we tussle."
As James spoke, his voice was warm and had the hint of his own southern accent to it. But it was very light yet it managed to be so confidently genuine. Once he finished speaking though he returned Dakota's wink with a more promiscuous glare in his eye. His own smile was very soft but still so brightly warm as well. His gaze was deep and perversely intoxicating.

Dakota shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gasting a mirthful glance James way. She gripped the open side of her jacket, idly tugging at the garment to fat her chest out beneath it. All eyes were on her and she certainly didn’t seem to mind the attention, not at the moment at least.

“Don’t mind you sayin’ that at all suge, keep those compliments rolling my way and maybe I’ll be gentle with the sleeper holds.” She gave a soft chuckle, dusting her jacket off before shaking out her arms to loosen up for their match. “I’m sure yer gonna see plenty more once I get you on the mat and make’ya tap for me, so don’t you worry none.”

"Oh sweetheart I'm not meaning anythin' after. Bit boring after once you've had a few. So how about we keep that thought as a challenge: your body against mine~ Bettin' you'll enjoy that tumble better don't ya think darlin?~ Keep it in mind luv."
James smiled more brightly as Dakota seemed to keep up the show a bit. He even began to shuffle a bit, looking her up and down while in his corner. To repay her in kind he began to run a thumb of his own on the inner strap of his shorts. He slicked his thick hair back a bit as he pulled his shorts down slightly but not completely. Plenty of the girls in the crowd already cheered and squealed but James made sure his eyes and his entire attention was given to Dakota. Making sure she felt more special than the showmanship.

"Hope you ain't actually a gambling man." The Southern Belle arched a slender eyebrow, getting an amused chuckle out of just how forward he was. The bell hadn’t even rang yet and he was already making passes at her. It wasn't anything she hadn’t heard, or as he inched down his trunks, seen before. The reaction of the fangirls fawning though was the icing on the cake that had her eyes rolling. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was otherwise famous outside the ring to warrant that sort of gushing amount of reaction, but it could have just been her lack of familiarity with Tension’s roster.

“Time to put up, pretty boy.” Dakota gave the brim of her hat a small flick with her thumb before leaning forward, arms raised in a grapplers stance. She gave him his fair chance to ready himself by the time the bell rang. She would circle cautiously, looking for an opportunity to engage in a collar and elbow lock up to start things off classic.

James saw her reaction and chuckled alongside her though off on his side of the ring. When she showed she was done teasing, he put himself back together as he watched her get into a somewhat low stance ready for a power struggle. He tilted his head slightly and briefly but once the bell rang he just casually walked himself forward to the center enough to have some distance from her. James would keep his eyes locked onto her, staring deeper into her eyes. So casually his gaze dismissed Dakota's challenge of a power struggle. And almost more seriously, more intensely his eyes seemed to glow more with a lewd intent. No, a challenge of his own. Even a want.


Softly and warmly he smiled. His face shining with a genuine look of wanting to have fair and intimate fun. After James' stare seemed to have some effect of simply causing intrigue or curiosity, James would then slowly and still confidently squat down and put his own hands up. His smile dropped off a little, still showing he's thinking of all the lewd things that might happen. And slowly he moved himself to lock hands but instead he would grip only her left hand with his right hand. Closing tightly with a grip that wasn't expected for his figured and immediately he would jerk Dakota towards him. His intention of pulling her right up against his own body as he moved to stand tall, and to make her match him toe to toe. Attempting to make her body press right up against his own. Chest to chest. Belly to belly. Crotch to crotch. Only allowing their faces to have distance if it all went as planned.

Ready to go when the bell rang, she leaned onto the ball of her feet, bouncing slightly in anticipation for the both of them to lock horns… only James didn’t seem interested. In fact, he was taking his sweet time approaching. Her own eyes narrowed slightly, flatly staring at him as he sauntered over as if he were some sort of runway model showing off for a crowd. She had just about had enough and was about to charge him when a hand came up in offering. A test of strength? It hadn’t been what she had in mind but at this point, she would take it. Dakota inched her hair closer to his, slipping her fingers between one another to interlock them.

She had just started to bring up her other hand when he gave her a hard yank. Taking a fumbled step forward, he had succeeded in bringing her right to him. She, however, had no intention of coming as gently as he intended her to. She tucked her free arm in close, letting it fire off for a European uppercut just as she slid in close.

Dakota's uppercut connected completely yet from pure instinct his body stiffened up and braced without him knowing it. Thanks to it he managed to not take as much damage as he should have and neither did he fling backwards to break away. Instead, he stood with a brief moment of contemplation as to what just happened. But as the moment passed, he slowly brought his head back to look at her dead in the eyes with a face of lack of interest. Or perhaps almost annoyance. Raising an eyebrow, he pushed her away before holding his lower jaw. So swiftly he shrugged it off. And he took a breather. And nodded faintly.
"You've mounted bulls... now you're in a cage with a Wolf."

James' voice was totally different when he spoke. It was a deathly seriousness in it. He growled as well with a nasty snarl to it, beast like. But after another moment he changed back to being calm once more, "Guessin' you prefer not mountin' then. How fuckin' boring..." As soon as he finished, James would move as though he was about to charge Dakota but it was meant as a feint as he would dodge so swiftly and move like a rabbit to her left side where he threw out his own punch but not an uppercut, a right hook with a twist in the air.

In the process of his hook connecting, James would drop his arms completely as he hopped himself back on his own. Making the Belle's kick a waste of energy and possibly a way to throw her off balance. With a rather upset look he puts his hands on his hips. "It's boring because of the mixture of messages is what it is. Don't ya think it'd be a better contest of stamina than the usual? Way it is fer me. So... right. Sure we can have fun all the same sweety. But for that wanna make sure ye shoot straighter than my fence back'ome. No ridin' after. Yea?"

Her kick hit nothing but air, leaving her to wobble on the lean back to steady herself. All the same, it seemed to do the trick, giving her the distance she had wanted. She took another step back before straightening up, bringing a hand to the back of her neck to rub it lightly. There was a clear look of confusion on her face as she listened to James talk, letting him finish before speaking herself.

“Not quite sure I follow… You know this is a wrestlin’ ring, right suge? Where we do the wrestling?” Dakota closed one eye, giving James an appraising look with the other as if he had a second head growing out of his neck. This whole exchange was just about the strangest thing she had to deal with in her career and she had been throttled by a giant woman baby in her first match, so that was saying something.