Mike looking for his room (for MrsIffy)

"Not that I didn't like your -cough- touch, darling... but we're just getting to know each other, and I still need -cough- my personal space" Mike was saying as he was regaining the lost air in his lungs. At least the one thing he wasn't losing lately was his sense of humor...

He slowly began to get back into his stance, that btw, she said she liked. Phe then got into a stance of her own, rising her fists and blowing a kiss to Mike that made it harder for him to continue to regain composure "Dammit man! Pull it together! She already caught ya off-guard!" he was thinking to himself.

"Outta breath?" using the back of his right hand, he wiped some saliva off the corner of his mouth "Why don't ya come and find out yo'self?" putting his fist back in guard as he spoke with a grin that was trying to make it look like he was remaining cool...

Strange and odd to most, Phe was a true sadist and was secrely getting hot from hearing the sounds of Mike being out of breath and coughing. Unconsiously, Phe licked her lips and continued to stare, unaware that Mike was trying to goad her on.

"Ugh...he's looks soo hot when he's in pain.."

After her silent, mental conversation ended, Phe's mind was brought back to the fight. Assuming now it was her turn to attack, Phe closed in and threw a quick jab of her own, nearly mimicking what Mike had done earlier.
Could it be that Phe is distracted from watching Mike suffer? Or had she ran out of ideas already?

Mike saw her jab coming "That looked like my own move, what the..?" he thought as he swiftly moved out of the way advancing in a bit, "Too slow dear" sounded in his mind, using his larger wingspan to follow up with a punch to her gut, looking to give back some of what he received earlier.

"Hah!"

It was a deep impact that resonated through her own ears. The full impact of bone clashing with muscle fiber. It was fire in her gut...so painful....and it felt sooo goood!

"Uuuugh, Le miel, qui se sent si booon-uuuuh!"

Phe managed to cry in what sounded like it was between a girlish squeal and a heavy, thick and husky breath. Mike's punch was hard--just as she expected, given how built his arms looked. The punch made Phe curl her body inward as she sucked in back in precious air through her full lips. Immediatly, Phe would come back at the man with a similar punch aimed towards his own guy as well.

If Mike was able to bring the woman such pleasure with that blow, then it would be only right for Phe to return the favor.

Mike stood there, overconfidence taking the best out of him, "That's the way mate!" he thought as he was deciding what his next move should be, thinking he had nailed Phe for good, given her looks being bent over.

"Gotch-uuuuughhhh!" Mike wasn't expecting such a quick reaction from his caramel skinned opponent. "Sh-shitt... not again" he thought.

Phe's fist landed home, hitting his already tender gut, making the man bend over from the hit. "mmnngghhhh..."

Mike was doubled over. The perfect chance to continue her lovely assult.

Phe begins by grasping one of Mike's punching arms. Since the man was so generous to have already double over in pain for her, she would find it easier to swing one leg over his head and roll the both of them down into the ground in a fantastic looking Flying Armbar. The manuever looks fabolous and flashy, however, it was a fairly risky one to pull off; if she failed, she might lose her balance and favorable position.
If Phe was lucky, the two of them will end up on the ground with Phe's lucsious body spread over ontop applying an armbar to the big, rocky man. From there, she will blow another tender kiss before pulling back on his arm with a strength that no one couldn't have expected from a woman such as she, all while spewing out one of her most famous one-liners:

"Be good, and tell me when it starts to hurt, will you?"

While Mike was trying to get some air back into his system, Phe wasted no time and sent both of them rolling to the ground with a flashy and perfectly executed Flying Armbar.

"Uufff" Mike would let out as he landed on the floor "mmnhhh.." moaning a bit from being winded an a little dizzy, thanks to the her combo. To make things worse for him, she was on top now, spreading her stunning body over his body, and as he was starting to realize the situation, she blew a soft and tender kiss his way, enough to distract him, letting her free way to pull in the armbar.

"NnnNIIiiaAAHHGgGhhHHHhh!" cried out the blond. The pain caused by the unexpected strength she used to pull, made him snap back to reality in a bad way. "C-crapp..." he thought as he realized in how bad of a predicament he was in "nnnnjjjhhh" came out between his gritted teeth as she kept going.

Her teasing words made him blush lightly, as he was trying to find a way out, but for that, he needed some of his lost air back in... so right now he had to endure the pain she was giving him.

"See, Mike, pain is something that comes natural to all of us...trust me...you'll learn to love it"

The beauty managed to explain in between animalistic grunts and heavy pants. Keeping the man docile in her arm-wrenching hold was definatly something that felt like it required an army of ten men to accomplish. Her teeth clenched, and her hips gave another thrust upwards, pouring on even more pressure than before.

"Don't you want to submit? I mean, like, for men, thier arms are veeeery important to them, oi?"

Too true. Infact, Phe was quite amused at her realization. She even took the time to entertain that little thought while she pumps more strength into her armbar.

"They need them for many things...say...eating.....grabbing a nice cold one out of the fridge....and especially jerking off.......you know...guy stuff....I'm sure a man's hand wasn't made to just get itself trapped between my thighs, aye?"

Boy was Phe good. She couldn't help but crack a grin just from litening to herself speak. As the painful seconds slowly burn, Phe bites her bottom lip and lets her mind wander.

"He feels so good under me....I wonder what he tastes like?"

"AAaarrRRRGGGHHHJjj!!" was what came out of Mike's mouth as she poured even more pressure on her painful hold, the man now blushing both from her teasing words and the effort to overcome the pain.

"Don't you want to submit?" those words resonated heavily in his head. He sure was in lot of pain, and the fastest way to get out of it would be submitting... but he couldn't... not yet, not now. He still had fight in him, so for now he would though it out. "Nnnarrggh... n-no... n-not there y-yet missy!"

He had no easy escape since she had him locked in, so with his wind back in, he decided to at least make it as much as difficult he could for her to keep him trapped. So he squirmed and trashed around his body "AAaagGGHHhh!" between pain cries thanks to the beautiful girl pumping more pressure. Mike gritted his teeth and adding to his trashing movements, he tried to pry apart her legs, pulling, grabbing and squeezing harshly on one of her ankles.

"W-well.. N-nnth-thank da Man upstairs for giving Nnnaargghh!.. us a-another arm... d-don't ya think?.." he managed to say in-between all the pain he was feeling right now, not sure at all that his efforts would work since Phe still had the upper had right now.

Phe was having a field day with herself, and she was even more happy that Mike felt the same way--for better or worse, that is until Mike's hands found thier way at her feet.

"Mmooooii! H-hey, that tickles!"

Against her will, the woman started bucking and twisting her hips; it was the best way she knew how to fight off Tickle Torture such as this, but it came to no avail. She just HAD to let go before she laughed herself to death! As what Mike probably had been fighting for, the armbar had finally been broken and Phe had risen to her feet.

She could've continued this fight on the ground, where she would see herself pummeling the man to submission. The whole ordeal wouldn't be so taxing for her either; the satin nightie was as light as a feather over her thick, bubbly body and would grant her the needed flexibility...at the cost of a cold draft. " title="Embarrassed" />

Hoooowever....sigh...Phe wasn't the type of person to resort to such brutal, sadistic shit that only men can pull off. Plus, she wanted Mike conscious enough so she can fuck him afterwards....I mean......uh...make him her slave....yeah...

"What the HELL is going on out there!??" The ref shouted from inside the closet. He was quickly met with a nasty, foul and explicit rebuttal from the otherwise, drop sexy woman:

"Ferme ta bouche, avant que je dÃchirer votre aine et vous forcer à manger la chèvre de montagne vous!"