Manuel Toneda vs Samantha "The Behemoth" Sanders

Winning conditions: Win by pinfall only
Winner takes loser as their plaything for a whole month.




Samantha was really excited. This was her first match here in the AFW and she was determined to make it a good one. She heard she was going up against a man and she knew this wasn't going to be an easy fight. She heard a knock on her door, indicating that she needed to finish whatever she was doing and head out to the ring soon. She took her headphones off and placed them in her locker before heading to the stage door. Once there, her music started playing and she headed out to the ramp, waving to her fans and heading down to the ring. Once she reached the ring, she slid into it and headed to one of the corners, waiting for her opponent.

As the following events unfolded  Manuel's music started playing. As the music played Manuel began to walk  down the ramp,  nervously smiling as  this match was his debut and did not want to let down any promoter in attendance looking for talents.

"I can't lose this one... especially not to her.  This match means more than it is." Said Manuel.

As he walked up to the ring, entered, and took his corner, he began staring at Samantha looking at her body.

" You know whats good about this match? WHEN I win, I get to get payed and have a peice of ass like you all for myself."

After Manuel finishes this statement the match starts

*The bell rings*

With no hesitation Manuel lunges at her with the intent of giving her a clothesline.

Samantha laughed to herself when she saw the smaller man coming out to the ring. She bounced back and forth as she watched him strut down to the ring, waiting for him to enter. Once he did, she smiled, "Hey there, you ready to get put down under my boobs?" she laughed and bounced around a bit. The bell rang and she was instantly put down by a clothesline, laying spread eagle on her back and groaning slightly.

Manuel made no waste as he clotheslined Samantha the moment the bell rang.

"I've seen bigger than yours." Said Manuel in reference to Samatha's comments about her boobs.

After clotheslining Samantha to the ground Manuel wrapped his arms around her neck, pulled her up and began putting her in a sleeper hold.

Samantha couldn't believe it. She had just been taken off her feet by a clothesline by this smaller boy. She just couldn't believe it, but then, he wasted no time in capitalizing on his actions. He quickly wrapped his arms around her throat and began to squeeze on him. She gasped and reached for the ropes, but they were just too far away and she knew she would never make it. So she would just try to use brute force to get out of this one. She would slowly begin to stand up and, in an attempt to get him off of her, she would grab the back of his head and drop down, attempting to slam his head into her shoulder. If successful, she would then crawl on top of his body after he went sprawling back, and she would lay her giant breasts in his face, attempting a grapevine pinfall attempt while also trying to smother him. The ref would slide next to them and slap the mat, "One!"

"Two!"

"Thr-"

As Manuel's head was stuck between Samantha's breath the mere pleasure of being smothered by the woman was not worth losing his debut match.

"Hyuuu!" Said Manuel as he rolled Samantha over to reverse the pin leaving him now on top of her.

Manuel, instead of going for the pin, decided to grab Samantha by the head, lifting her up, and carry her over her shoulders. Manuel was aiming for a piledriver!!

Samantha smirked when the count reached two and her hand was coming down for the third count, "This was just too easy." she laughed softly, but suddenly, she felt him move and he soon became on top, but he didn't try for a pin. This shocked her, she knew she would have kicked out at the one count, but still, why hadn't he gone for the pin? She soon found out, suddenly, she was lifted into the air and she began flailing about. Soon, she found her head driven into the mat and the lights began to fade as her eyes closed half way.

"I thought you were gonna be better than this...." Said Manuel as the piledriver connected.

As he finished delivering, he stood up, and looked at Samantha.

"I'd love a rematch" Manuel said as he placed one foot on top of Samantha's stomach.

"Count her!" Demanded Manuel to the referee.

"One!"
"Two!"

"Thr-" but the three count didn't come for Samantha had suddenly rolled onto her side, causing the ring to shake a little. Slowly, she got to her hands and knees, trying to rise to her feet. If successful, she would throw an uppercut to his jaw before dropping down on top of him, grinding her crotch against him.