LEAGUE: Ricky Charles vs Tiffany Laurence

[size=150:3uawwhwl]League Match
Two Point Win by Pin or Submission. Extra Point for Forcing a Climax from your opponent first

Ricky smirks as he walks out to the field holding nothing more then a note indicating that he had been selected for the Sex Wars championship and that his match was to take place on the field. Looking around the open space his smirk fails to fade, "Well looks like I'm gonna hafta make sure she doesn't try an run away..." He gives a laugh as he begins to stretch his arms back behind him in anticipation. However, it isn't long before he begins to grow antsy, beginning to bounce in place shaking his arms to the sides. "Come on come on... where is she?? Don't tell me she's chickened out." His voice grows louder and more energised with every passing moment. He shakes out his wrists, limbering himself up before adjusting his hand and foot wraps. He pauses to crack his knuckles before tightening the pull strings on his shorts and rolling up the sleeves on his T-Shirt showing off his muscular arms.

"Who's going to run away?"
Tiffany Laurence walked up, clad in a black spandex gym bra and matching shorts.
"Sorry I'm late, but one of your boys delayed me." she said as looked around. "Nobody here but us, hmm? Good, let's get to it."

Ricky grins as he looks over his opponents body approvingly, "Damn gurl, you're looking good enough to eat. I'm gonna have to try to get a peak at your good later." She smile as he gets into a loose boxers stance, his arms angled fowards slightly, "But busniess 'fore please right?" He begins to bounce on his toes slightly in an almost nervous anticipation.

"Hmph, darlin' in this league it seems pleasure is part of the business we call fighting." Tiffany laughed as she assumed a wrestler's stand, arms out.
She beckoned him on.
"Anytime you're ready." she said.

"Alright! Let's GO!" He yells over-energetically, most likely nerves of his first match. Totally disregarding his pose, he charges forward, going for a shoulder tackle and ground Tiffany before she could try anything.

"Yeah!" she cried back.
Neatly, Tiffany sidestepped the onrushing Ricky. Trying to slip behind him, the Texan's strong arms will go around his middle as she tries to execute a German suplex on her opponent.

"Hah..HAH!" Instead of cries of pain, Ricky only lets out cries of excitement as he not only misses his target spectabularly, but is slammed backwards by Tiffany, "Haaah, a rough houser! And fiesty! Good!" He jerks his body to either side to try and break her before slowly getting to his feet, wobbly from the disorientation.

Tiffany releases him, rolling away as Ricky gets to his feet. Deciding to go on the attack, she rushes forward, looking to hit the male fighter with a hard tackle around the legs to force him back down to the ground.
"I'm glad you approve..." she replied dryly to his comment.

Ricky gives a pant, still slightly winded by the suplex, "Hoo...nice..." Seeing Tiffany rush forward, Ricky goes to block her and move to lock arms with her in the kneeling position, but his reflexs arn't quite up to par yet and it would be eay for her to manuver around him.

Suddenly, Tiffany lunged to the side, grabbing one of Ricky's arms. With that she'll pull him up as she bends, looking to try and load him onto her back in a torture rack position, if it works it'll have him facing up to the sky, one of her hands on his neck. Her other arm, supporting his legs would add a new twist on a classic move. Her hand, resting near his groin, would start to rub and caress Ricky's cock through his shorts.