Ronan Drake vs. Jannet Van Dansich

"Hmmm...." Janet growled as she was certain the fruit was mush in her palm, the only question was how she was going to use it. Feint a chop to sling it at him? no, he'd probably duck or something, this was probably the best chance she had to turn this match around on the brutish Ronan so she needed to make it count. Screw it, she'd figure it out eventually.

When Ronan approached her, she ducked down low and leapt as forward as she could, it probably looked more like she slipped into him, but an attempt to spear the American down to the mat just might set up her devious plan

Ronan relied much more heavily upon his instincts in a match than he did any sort of plan and he typically expected a fair fight unless his opponent gave him any reason to doubt them, so the plan forming in Janet's mind was one he wasn't expecting in the least. He approached Janet, setting his feet down slowly upon the whipped cream covered mat so as not to slip, with his hands raised in front of him thinking he was going to have to drag her back up onto her feet. Only once he came in close Janet surprised him by showing a burst of aggression as she launched herself at him and caught him with a spear to his midsection, this time making it Ronan who crashed down onto his back in a splash of whipped cream.

"Nggghhh!" Janet grunted as she took the man down to the slippery mat, her large breasts coming to rest on his chiseled abs as the dutch woman attempted to squirm her way up, just so his head was in reach as the blonde unleashed her devious scheme upon the unsuspecting Ronan.

With the crushed fruit in the palm of her hand she made her way up to smear the juices in the American's face, more specifically, going straight for the eyes in an attempt to temporarilly blind the man, and let the buxom woman have a small amount of time to put some real hurt on him, if she could.

It was an odd sensation feeling Janet's voluptuous orbs being dragged up along his midsection and it was one he decided he rather enjoyed, Ronan offering nothing in the way of resistance as she made her way slowly upwards. Ronan was content to lay there recovering from the sudden tackle, thinking like before she was likely just trying to tempt him with her assets, but he soon came to regret that decision when Janet smashed her open palm into his face smearing the strawberry juices over his eyes. He went from laying still underneath her to rocking his body back and forth violently as the juices burned his eyes, Ronan trying to wipe the juices out of his eyes while pushing away at her face blindly with his other hand.