Lust vs. William 'Willy' Preston - Love the Sinner

Willy wasn’t the sharpest knife in any drawer, and contrary to popular belief, he knew it. Brute strength was enough to get him by most of the time, and when it didn’t, well, that was why he was in a tag-team, wasn’t it? But he wasn’t a complete idiot, either. He could figure out a pattern, especially when it was being beaten over his head, and this one couldn't have been more blatant.

He didn’t like it, no, but if easing up got him out of the pain, he could go along with it. And hell, it worked, didn’t it? Lust eased up, finally, giving him some sweet words. It was rewarding, in a way. Kind of nice.

And then she stomped his head into the floor.

That sucked. A lot. But he was free now, and even through the pain he had the presence of mind to reach out, grab the ropes, and start pulling his way up, groggily rising to his feet and stepping back into the fight. He was okay, though. More or less. He’d had a rough go of things, but there was still plenty of stamina left. He just had to hope she didn’t have too many more surprises in store for him.

It was almost a bit impressive that Willy got up from that as quickly as he did. Granted it was still fairly early in this match, but that stomp hadn’t been a light one. The man understandably looked a bit shaken as he got back to his feet, but he still got up, insistent on keeping up the fight. Commendable, but Lust was curious to see how clear his senses and thinking were at the moment.

Tilting her head slightly, she smiled at the man while beginning a slow walk toward him, curious to see his reaction. Which would occupy his gaze more: fear, or stubborn determination? Lust waited just long enough to look for the answer to that question. Then, if Willy hadn’t tried to attack her by then, Lust would lunge forward and thrust her right leg out, aiming to slam her boot right into his chest to forcefully push him back into the corner behind him.

Fear? Stubbornness? There were some of both in Willy’s eyes as he rose up. The smart part of his head was speaking a little louder now, and it was sending out warning klaxons about the woman in front of him. But the other, less smart part, was thinking about the way she’d showed him up, and all the snickers he was hearing, and the way her husband was looking his way with that stupid grin, and…

Yeah, stubbornness won out. Or maybe just being too stupid to know what was good for him.

Either way, it drove him to move forward, taking a cautious step towards, but a step all the same. The reward for that caution was a boot in the chest, hitting with a lot more force than he would’ve ever expected from such a sexy pair of thighs. It was enough to make him fly back, even lift him off the canvas for an instant, before his back hit the turnbuckle. It left him stunned - standing, but stunned, as he shook his head, still trying to get his bearings.