Sarah O'Brien Vs Darren Hopeless (For coiwy)

Darren's eyes widened slightly as all he seemed to catch was a face full of turnbuckle. His speed had really been effected by the grapevine that Sarah had put on him and also he factor of the knockout she had gotten on him. He managed to turn himself around in the corner mainly because it was more dangerout of he couldn't see his opponent. "Well the move you got me in the last round slowed me down." he confessed as he tried to regain his barings One hand on his face the other one sprawled out infront of him in an attempt to hold the red head back. he wouldn't be able to reply on his speed to confuse her anymore time to come up with a plan b.

Sarah was confident that Darren was still too weak to fight her off, and charged at him shoulder first, aiming to hit him in the chest.

Darren let out a gasp as he felt Sarah's shoulder hit him in the gut driving him into the turnbuckle. His arms moved to lightly grip onto the ropes as he tried to keep himself upright as he stood there pinned in the corner gasping for breath. Sarah had really gotten better and he didn't think she was going to let up since in their last match he had won because of that one factor.

"Too much for ya, limey?" Sarah smirked, watching Darren gasping in the corner. She stretched in front of him, thrusting her chest forward in order to make him blush as usual. If he stayed panting in the corner, Sarah would launch a kick into his crotch.

Darren was standing gasping for breath so he couldn't really answer Sarah although he was surprised when she thrust her chest forwards he flinched expecting another attack which would drive even more air out of him although that didn't seem to come instead his eyes widened slightly there was a sharp pain down below. He let out a soundless cry collasping to his knees in the corner as he held his now aching private parts trying to dull the pain. "T-T-That wasn't fair." he managed to choke out his voice a little more high pitched that usual.

Sarah slowly raised a foot as Darren knelt before her, and wiggled it under his nose.
"You should've protected yourself better," she whispered to him, pushing her bare foot right into his face.

Darren let out a groan preoccupied with with nursing his crotch as Sarah raised her foot looking up at her as she spoke. "I should have expected a move like that." he replied his voice still slightly higher than usual although now he seemed to be in a worse position his head pinned between the middle pad of the turnbuckle and the red head's bare foot as she pushed it into his face. He felt his cheeks heat up again from being in this rather embassing position kneeling infront of Sarah.

Darren seemed unable, or possibly unwilling, to make an escape, so Sarah pushed her advantage by grabbing the ropes and pulling her other leg forward, ramming it into Darren's crotch again. Meanwhile she got the toes of her other foot around his nose and forced her bare heel into his gagging mouth to completely cut off his air supply.

Darren was lucky his hands were still infront of his crotch so that lessened the blow a little. He winced as it seemed he was pinned even worse now. A foot resting on his crotch as the other one seemed to be trying to cut off his air supply. one of his hands moved to to grip onto the foot in his face as his nose was close between the red heads toes.

Instinctively he opened his mouth to try and get some air just for his air supply to be cut off by Sarah's heel. He struggled in the corner trying to pull her foot away from his face as well as her other foot away from his crotch as he let out muffled protests his tongue brushing against the red head's heel. He really had to think of a way out of this and quickly.

Sarah shivered with pleasure as she felt Darren's tongue run over her heel, and she instinctively pushed it further into his mouth. His hands were grabbing at her feet but he didn't seem able to decide where to put them, and her firm grip on the ropes kept her from losing balance at all.