Handcuff Match: Welkin Bennet (Debut) vs Drucilla Dappercat.

Welkin lowered his eyes in a bit of content. He was in the driver's seat. Blowing a kiss towards a lucky lady in the crowd Welkin could hold onto Dru's voluptuous body all day in this hold if he could and pleased. But, that wasnt how this match was going to be won.

He turned his head slightly to look at the handcuffs. This was at the expense of not keeping an eye on the brunette. Welkin released the hold briefly attempting to whip the queen towards the bottom turnbuckle.

Druscilla scrambled to get away from the corner and the cuffs, but it was no use. With a heave the man slung her around to crash her back against the bottom turnbuckle, her heavy breasts bouncing, now fully out and free of their tenuous enclosure in the bunny costume. The audience cheered even louder now, as Dru struggled to recover, seated vulnerable in the corner of the ring.

But she wasn't entirely helpless, she'd play opossum until Welkin made to retake control over her supple form. Then she'd kick out at his midsection, hoping to stun and stop him long enough for her to launch a counter offensive. Or, failing that, to buy enough time for her to roll out of the ring and maybe get her tits back inside her costume.

Eagerly to get an easy albeit embarrassing win Welkin basked in the feeling of control grabbing the silver cuffs with relish.

"Dru darling you look a mess don't worry we'll get you all cleaned up." The kick was abrupt as it quickly knocked the air out of his lungs.

"Ahhh you little-"

Dru's hands reached up to grab the ropes to either side of her, using them both to pull herself up, and again give herself a little spring boost to throw herself at Welkin. She'd attempt to follow up on the kick by driving her shoulder into his stomach in a short spear, carrying him back down to the mat beneath her. There wasn't time to think about her modesty right now, she had to retake the momentum, and to keep track of those handcuffs that were now in play. Besides, maybe she could get some more creative use out of her baps this way.

Always pride before a fall. Unable to move in time Drucilla lunged downward. Her shoulder hitting square on his stomach,. The blue haired host folded over in half, his body dropping hard to the mat feeling the bunny girl's full weight envelop him once again.

Struggling meekly Welkin made a conscious effort to keep his hands as far apart as possible to avoid a quick conclusion.

"You're trampling all over my debut doll." Welkin groaned in protest.

Druscilla slid her body up Welkin, her bared flesh rubbing over his as she dragged herself up to straddle his hips and stare down into his eyes. "Ah, the real tramplin' hasn't even started yet. Is that what you're into?" With a wink the Aussie ran her hands up the host's sides, beneath his shoulders as if to tenderly embrace him. From there she'd lace them together beneath his chin, trying to force his head back in a chinlock. "'Cause that would be a whole different sorta match, I think. But maybe after I cuff you we can talk about it."

Despite the utter humiliation that Welkin was suffering through this match, to his credit he still refused to give up to the buxom bunny.  "Maybe some other time sweetheart." Welkin chided.

Gritting his teeth Welkin growled in frustration as she seemed to take her time wearing his down, her breasts pressing right up against his bare chest he couldn't help but flush at the sensation of her hands working their way up his sides while she leaned her face in, pulling the blue haired wonder into her full b. "You wouldn't! I-"

Before Welkin could finish, his face was shoved into the perfect breasts of his opponent who seemed deadset on coaxing every last breath of air out of him. Welkin hands flailed about aimlessly as his sweat soaked body pressed against Drucilla's.

Then something snapped as Welkin tilted his head as far as he could. In a desperate attempt to escape the Aussie's clutches leaning to the side, nuzzling against her tender cheek before promptly biting down in her ear as hard as he could.

Not the most glamorous of exits but it'll desperate times call for desperate measures.

This was an odd foray into proper wrestling from Druscilla, rather than purely sensuous moves that were more her trademark at this juncture. Then again, she had only done erotic matches before the change was necessary. Then, of course, she was instantly made to pay for this departure by a pair of teeth pinch down on her ear. "Ooow!" She was forced to release the hold to pry Welkin's jaws off of her tender flesh, rolling off to the side rubbing her sore ear. "Aye, now that's dirty!"

Dru's teasing had been, without a doubt, keeping his arousal on check. It's probably among the reason why the table had been overturned fairly easy each times. Even as he rolled over to get on his knees again, he could feel his body getting slightly heavier.

"All is fair love now lets end this" he replied with a dry smirk before lunging forward again, looking to tackle Drucilla down with a rugby style charge. "Hyahh!"




All awhile back stage a pair of hosts dressed in similar attire as Welkin watched his struggle on a monitor backstage with renewed interest. One a baby faced blonde with the expression of a month old puppy gasped as Welkin tackled the buxom beauty. "I told you Vincent, Welkin's got this I know it. Miss Elise may not have much faith in but he'll win just you watch!" His companion was a taller man with the eyes and expression of a hawk only shook his head in amusement. "Faith has nothing to do with it. He's unrefined, sloppy and in dire need of more practice just like you. Before slapping the back of his underlings head. "Casper if you pay attention you might learn how last longer than ten minutes without crying little crybaby."

"Vincent! I am not a crybaby!" Casper huffed crossing his arms in a pout as his eyes drifted over to a pair of similar looking ladies watching the match a pleased smile plastered on their faces. "Good evening ladies enjoying the show?"

Welkin's body crashed forcefully into Druscilla, sending them both tumbling down onto the mat with the buxom brunette sprawled out on her back and the host on top of her. The Aussie's ample assets bounced and jiggled as they were jostled about, struggling to bounce free of their flimsy entrapment. With her legs splayed to either side of her opponent she reeled and groaned, unaccustomed to the rough treatment. "'Ey now, Bruce, that's not.. how to treat a lady."

Turning her hips to one side she would place a hand on Welkin's shoulder, attempting to push him away from her and get back to a more defensible position.