Femie Weydman Vs. Misaki Sagashima

Femie nodded along as Misaki spoke. "Oui, oui." She said as her muscles tightened. "I'm doing my best to keep you calm, ma chere. Though, I can't say I can help keep your head in the game as your opponent. I'd do much better if you were sitting on my couch."

Femie lunged at Misaki as she began to get up and tried to drive her shoulder into the girl's chest and slam her into the nearest turnbuckle to pin her against it.

Mistaking Femie's offer of her couch as a more... lewd gesture, Misaki blushed at started to object, but was cut short as Femie rammed into her. Crushed up against the turnbuckle, she cried out in pain, as Femie's shoulder smashed her breasts even more than they were used to.

Pinned in the corner, she struggled to escape, despite being incredibly weakened at this point.

Femie slid her body upwards until their breasts mashed together once more. Her arms slid around Misaki's waist and Femie heaved as she tried to lift Misaki yup into a bear hug and waddle backwards, away from the corner. She knew she was strong enough to Carry Misiaki, she just hoped she could get away with it long enough to bring Misaki away from the ropes.

If she could, then she would try to use her strength to whip Misaki around and send the girl crashing down to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Misaki cried out in dismay as Femie pulled her up into a bear hug, distraught as their bodies (particularly their boobs) pressed tightly against each other. She squirmed frantically with discomfort, but ultimately could not escape before Femie suplexed her face-first right into the mat.

Landing right on her head, knocking her completely senseless, Misaki's body went completely limp, flopping to the mat. Sprawled out helpless on her back, Misaki could only groan in pain as she lay there.

Femie eased over Misaki as her body crashed down on the other girl. She huffed and leaned forward before she slipped her hand down Misaki's leg and yanked it up in the air, rolling onto Misaki's taped down chest and holding her in a pinning position.

"ONE!"

Still in a complete daze, Misaki did not even register what was happening. She let out a slight moan as Femie yanked up her leg and pinned her down, but otherwise offered no resistance at all.

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

Once the bell rang, Femie rolled off of Misaki and hopped up, enjoying the thrill of her first victory. She had hoped it might have been a bit more sensual, but what could she do? She'd take it any way she could get it for now. At least she knew she it wasn't her athletic skills holding her back. She'd have to work on the rest of it to do better in her hentai matches.

After taking in the applause, she spun around and looked at Misaki, smiling at her and holding out a hand. "Are you doing ok, ma chere?" She said. "I mean, aside from the losing thing." She added sheepishly. "You fought good. Nothing to be ashamed of!" She chirped with a bright smile on her face.

Misaki came to her sense just in time to hear the final count and the ring of the bell. Instantly realizing what had happened, she felt her heart sink. Making a frustrated sound, she flopped her limbs against the mat, before letting out a dejected sigh.

Despite her loss, she felt strangely calm. It still felt bad, sure, but much of the performance anxiety that had plagued her during the match now seemed to have completely dissipated now that it was over. What's done was done, and there wasn't really anything she could do about it anymore.

Still a bit depressed, she accepted Femie's hand gratefully. Groaning as she slowly pulled herself up to a seated position, she blushed a little bit, looking downward and mumbling her response. "I-i'm fine... Just my pride hurts a little, that's all..."

She winced, feeling a bit stiff in her neck, she tried to roll her head around to work out the kink, grumbling while absent-mindedly still holding onto Femie's hand.

Femie's eyes lit up as she looked at Misaki. "Oh yes, the pride. Such a sensitive thing. Always prone to bouts of sharp pain, ohoho." She said, teasing a bit. "Ah, well, I think that hurt pride can be solved in much the same way as a skinned knee or bumped forehead."

Femie had certainly noticed that Misaki was still holding her hand. "Up you go!" She said and pulled on Misaki's arm to tug her into a standing position. She slipped an arm around Misaki's waist to keep her from stumbling backwards or losing her balance. She then pressed their bodies together and Femie leaned forward and boldly pressed her lips against Misaki's.

[color=#0099ff]"W-whaaaaaaaaaaa...!" Misaki cried out in surprise as Femie suddenly yanked her up, pulling their two slightly sweaty bodies in close to each other. Before she could even object further, Femie had already forced herself upon Misaki's lips.

"MMMMMMhhh! Mmmmpph..." Misaki struggled at first, her face burning bright red, but her objections were muffled out by Femie's lips. Her own lust quickly took over, however, completely overwhelming her more rational thoughts. Dismissing the fact that hundreds of audience members were probably staring right at them, she wrapped her arms around Femie's waist and kissed her back, completely losing herself in the moment.