Hugh vs Jessie

The bitch was riled, finally, and now the fight could really start. Hugh smirked and took a step back, making a grab at Jessie's approaching hand. If he managed to get a hold of it, he side-step around her and twist her arm up behind her back.

Jessie ducks under Hugh's Hammerlock had quickly reversed the hold, with the blonde instantly ending up behind him. Jessie cranks up Hugh's arm against his back, cruely bending it at the wrist joint and pressing firmly to unsure the man wouldn't end up doing the same to her own lock.

"Even from this close, you STILL smell like ass!"

Jessie sneered right in his ear. From there, Jessie would be assuming advantage, but what will Hugh do about it is entirely up to him.

"Got any other tricks, you little WHORE!?"

Hugh grinned as Jessie cranked up the hold.
"Now you're putting up a fight," he replied, almost too quietly for Jessie to hear. "This is what I'm after, bitch. Fight me!" Shuffling forward, he raised his right leg and kicked back at Jessie's crotch, aiming to strike it with his heel.

"Arch! That was my stomache, you ass licker!!"

Hugh's blind shot did hurt a bit. Fucking boots felt like Timberlands or some shit! Jessie still had her Hammer Lock on tight, and thus, wrapped her other arm around his neck and fell back into a Russian Sweep!

Hugh could do little to resist as Jessie dragged him back into her hold, but he seemed unimpressed, pretending to yawn as she held him.
"Is that the best you've got, slut?"

So far, Jessie had floored Hugh in a matter of seconds. Not very impressive by her standards. Not at all. Seems that all Hugh wanted to get out of wrestling was to find an ass to sniff. How pathetic.

"Yeah yeah, shut up, little bitch. Don't forget who's on the floor. now"

The blonde brushes him off with her words, then quickly mounted him, pinning his arms to the grass under her knees.

"Feels familiar, ass licker?"

"You've got the wrong idea here, haven't you," Hugh sighed, rolling his eyes. "And you're the one forcing yourself on top of me in any case. I'd rethink my words if I were you."

Jessie only smiled down at him. She fought rejected freaks before, but this one, Hugh, was different. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that Hugh was a unique twist of sadism and masochism....all with an added pinch of perversion in the mix.

At any rate, the day was hot so far and by now, her fair skin glistened with beads of sweat. Much worse, having her weight mushing ontop of Hugh's skinny ass wasn't helping her cool off, that's for sure.

"You're a sad....sad....butt muncher, are you? Bet you've got a fetish for that kinda shit don'cha?"

Jessie's eyes light up to her last assumption. Her knees still pinned Hugh's wrists to the grass like twin wrecking balls.

"Get a girl....get her down and sit on her face? How does that feel? Hmmm?"

"Butt-muncher? Is that really what you think of me? I might almost be insulted," Hugh noted conversationally, seemingly untroubled by his predicament. His face still carried his smirk, and he smirked up at Jessie's face.
"So what, you think you've worked me out or something? I'm not a patient, I'm an opponent, and it's just as well because you're shit at this psycho-analysing."

Jessie nodded.

"Good. That's all I wanted to hear. Hey Big Motherfucker! Guess what this guy over here likes!"

With Hugh's arms still pinned, Skeebo jumps into the scene and stands before the two wrestlers. His beady eyes focused and relaxed, quite the opposite for a beast like him.
Skeebo stood idly by, awaiting command. If he was smiling, Skeebo's ridiculously huge beard made it impossible for anybody to see it. One thing was clear though, was that Jessie had something devious in mind. Something that Jessie didn't have to articulate to the giant with words.

The monster stepped over Hugh, taking his sweet time to flex for the few people witnessing the whole event. Then....suddenly...he would lower himself down, the beast's ass looking like a full eclipse.

What would Hugh do? Pinned to the grass underneath Jessie?