LEAGUE: Felicia Espinoza vs Ricky Charles

League match
conditions for victory: pin or submission (bonus point for getting hentai with your opponent first)

Felicia was busy doing stretches in her apartment, her lean, slender body bending to the greatest extent of its natural curves. Her long hair was braided in a ponytail, and she was clad in her usual wrestling attire. Around her, her room had been prepared for the visitor she would no doubt be recieving. She'd already taken the opportunity light a few incense candles...you know, just to improve the mood.

Completing her stretches, Felicia stood upright and took a breather.The guy she would be fighting...whatever his name was...Richie, or something like that? Anyway, he wasn't here right yet, and she wanted to be ready for when he arrived. She smiled to herself. Did she ever have a few surprises in store for him...

Ricky enters the girls building with a smirk on his face and a swagger in his step. Despite his last match resulting in a tie, he had been able to get his opponent to climax before the referee came and told them that the match was over. This time around he would get both. Reading off his hand the instructions he had written down to get to his opponents room he looked up an realized that he was almost at the door. "Let's make nice, and make a good impression on this one..." He straightened up, tucked his white t-shirt into his 80' Chicago Bull's basketball shorts. He then gave a gentle rap on the door that would be barely audiable before he attempted to twist the doorknob and waltz in with a nice, "Yo!"

The moment Ricky waltzed in, however, something hard slammed into his face as Felicia, in a single motion, threw an empty incense candle box at him.

"You know, in my country, it's customary for guests to wait until the host opens the door for them," Felicia said, crossing her arms in a frown. "I swear, you people have no manners whatsoever." With a sigh, she sat down, cross-legged, and wiped herself off with a towel. "Who are you, anyway? Can I help you?"

Ricky gripped his face and hunched over, letting loose a few choice words before eventually calming down and slowly wiping his face as if wiping away the pain. He then turns to face the woman, "Yeah babe, where I'm from the host should count themselves lucky if they even get a knock..."

He crosses his arms, a nice smirk on his face as he looked the woman up and down, "But as a matter of fact you can help me. You see, I'm Ricky, your opponent for round two of the Sex Wars? Mabye you know of me?" He pauses breifly before continuing, "No. Alright then, that's cool, I can dig it. But anyway..." He claps his hands, the pain a rapidly fading memory, "Ready to start?"

Felicia frowned, and cross her arms over her ample breasts. "What, dressed like that?" she said, eying his simple attire. She gave him a wry smile. "You know, you could have at least dressed for the occasion," she said as she slowly stood up.

He smirks and give a shurg not missing a beat, "Yeah, I would have, but if I learnt anything from that last match. Keeping your shorts on for as long as possible is a pretty good idea, that is unless, your opponent is already in the nude, and is more than willing to continue along those lines..." As she rises he begins to walk forward, gesturing to her body with a grin, "I mean, you've got the body and all, but unless I'm gonna start seeing a-lot more sking, then you're not getting a peak past my waistband without a struggle..."

"Aww, what a spoilsport," Felicia said with a smirk as she started to circle Ricky. She suddenly had a predatory look to her, as though she were stalking Ricky in her own private jungle. "Ding ding ding!" She said.

"Spoilsport maybe, but can you blame me if I'm looking to have a good game?" Ricky smirked back, Felicia was in her home jungle, but Ricky was playing on an away court. As she circled he would continiously try to move towards her and close the distance between the two of them, trying to engage her as fast s possible. "Ding ding it is then, let's do this!" With a sudden vigor he would lunge towards the girl, looking to tackle her to the floor.

Seeing Ricky lunging at her in a crude, expectable and typically male way, Felicia spun to the side to avoid his blow, sending the slightest of kicks his way as he shot past her. "Is falling onto your face your idea of a good game?" she teased.

Ricky misses his target wonderfully, but he's too pumped to care. The glancing kick that managed to hit his side only seems to fuel him further as he picks himself up with a bound. "Sure, you give me a reason why not." Now that the distance had been closed, he would make for another lunge towards her, this time more along the lines of an American football tackle to bring her to the floor and wind her some.