Heather vs. Barbara: Falls count everywhere match

As Heather did not say anything or even answer, Sayuri and to an extend Barbara were expecting her to be pretty out of it and maybe she just had kicked out so early because of some pretty trained muscle reflex.

So Sayuri was pretty perplexed and Barbara just clueless when Heather did not writhe on the floor again after getting choke slammed, but instead actually fought back and put the big Blonde into a surprising head scissor!
"GHN!"
The French girl grunted, unable to process what was going on while her hands would instinctively try to pry the weight away from her neck and throat and took a few staggering steps into a random direction.

Sayuri was unsure if she should just kick Heather until she would let go of Barbara, but on the other hand if she did that, her girl would probably never forgive her that she thought of her so weak as gving in at an early sign of trouble already.

Heather grit her teeth hard as she squeezed and arched a little, keeping that scissor hold on as firmly as she could with Barbara still on her feet. She gripped tightly at her arm to keep herself in place, not wanting to let her get away from this squeezing hold. Her legs were the strongest part of her--and she was planning on showing Barbara just that. She grit her teeth hard, groaning through those teeth with the strain she was putting on herself.

"Ngknh..Just..go down!! Go down and stay down!!" She let out loudly, arching and jerking her hips to keep little bouts of pressure on each time, feeling her start to pry at her legs, making her grip unfortunately loosen just slightly, desperately trying to reaffirm her grip as soon as she could. She kept looking back at Sayuri, trying to make sure she wasn't about to get double teamed, her heart pounding and racing in her struggle.

Sayuri was now a little bit worried and also looked that way as it was pretty obvious that Heather had some nicely toned legs that also could constrict a girl as big as Barbara was with a pretty good chance of doing some damage.

And then it happened, Barbara was down on one knee after Heather had readjusted her hold! The big Blonde was gasping heavily and grunting under the pressure, her neck muscles pressed together by the strong legs of the girl she had thought of being tightly in her hold.

So it seemed pretty bad until one of her hands would try to gasp around the throat of her opponent to lift her slightly up and then hammer her neck down on the hard floor, and then again and again if Heather would not stop her from doing it.

Heather was all grins as she was taking her down more and more, thinking she was about to fully get the upperhand on Barbara. She squeezed her tightly as she dropped to one knee,making her rock and jolt her hips over and over to yank at her head, pulling at that arm of hers to get even more pressure ramped up. She figured this was it--that it was slowly going to turn into her favor--until she felt that hand at her throat.

"Nguhk?!" She grunt out, trying quickly to pry it away until she was slammed right down hard onto the floor. Her upper back and neck collided with it, earning a loud yelp from Heather, forcing her to let go of the hold. She whined and whimpered out at the pain, trying desperately to just crawl away from her and get some distance as her body pulsed from that impact.

After Barbara had gone down on one knee, Sayuri had been pretty worried for her wellbeing. And indeed, the big Blonde had begun to see little black stars dancing in her view as her neck and throat had come under attack by the vicious head scissor her opponent had put her in. So she was very much relieved when she managed to force Heather to let her go.

Coughing and rubbing her hurting neck with one hand, she would stay on one knee and gasp for air while Heather would crawl away, but at some point the glimmer of ruthless aggression returned into her face and frame.

"…Pff…"
Air left her nostrils as she would stay on one knee in a kind of a strange starting position, waiting for Heather to get up so that she would bullrush her in an attempt to shove her right over an announcers table of a country she never heard off.

Heather was just desperately crawling on the mats on the outside, clawing at them as she just tried to get some kind of distance between her and Barbara. She was..in a tough spot for sure..needing to regroup and get back into this if she were to have any sort of chance against the girl here. She took a couple deep breaths, shaking her head a little as she finally picked herself up off the floor.

A little groan escaped her mouth, turning towards Barbara--only to see her rushing her like that! Their bodies collided and Heather was sent flying right over the announcers table, slamming hard into the barricade behind it. She coughed out on the impact, spittle coming from her mouth as she was just sitting in a mess against the barricade, pain pulsing and surging through her body as her muscles felt like they were all aching.

Sayuri watched in growing excitement how her Barbara treated Heather like a tennis ball and tossed her over an announcers table with a mighty bump that even made some on the audience look away in the anticipated horror how Heather would probably lie twisted on the ground.

The announcers had taken the chance to quickly flee the scenery, and the big Blonde was waltzing in to pound Heather like a piece of meat was pounced with a hammer to make it even more soft, but Sayuri had other plans.
"Wait, wait! You already made your point, sweetheart! Come on, pick her up for some..fun…"
She suggested while Barbara indeed paused shortly, the shrugged before attempting to pick her opponent up in the torture rack position with enough power to restrain but not to totally break her.

Heather was just trying to catch her breath, breathing in and out heavily to get the blood flowing freely, wanting desperately o soothe and recover herself from the pulsing pain she was feeling. The strength of Barbara was ridiculous--getting harder and harder for Heather to deal with, shaking her head just slightly as she heard Sayuri's words.

"Nghk...what.." Heather groaned out, pushing up as much as she could, only for Barbara to lift her right up as suggested. She squirmed and writhed in her arms, eyes widening as she was pulled right into that torture rack position. She was trapped atop her shoulders, groaning out from the pain rushing through her body, clearly able to tell she wasn't pulling with all she had.

"Kuh..w-what are you..augh..j-just..let me go!" She whined out, wriggling atop those shoulders helplessly.

"Honey, she doesn´t necessarily need to talk for us to do this…"
The smaller Japanese girl suggested and Barbara would shift her hand that had held her around the throat on the mouth of Heather instead, which caused Sayuri to feel how the inside of her panty would go damp quickly.

"Bring her backside while I take her boots off. She won´t need them anymore for now."
Sayuri said with a greedy smile on her face while she would look to untie the boots of Heather while Barbara was slowly making her way back through the curtain, right to the apartment wrestling section after her girlfriend had gestured her to do so.

Heather let out a little muffled yelp as Barbara planted her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening as she was rid of the ability to make any sort of protests or complaints. She squirmed and writhed around all over Barbara's shoulders, her face turning quite the shade of red with how helpless she was currently feeling, her heart pounding and racing as she looked over at Sayuri.

She winced hard at the sensation of her boots being unlaced and removed like that, her purple and black striped thigh-highs fully revealed, making her blush even more. She clenched her fists tightly, desperately pushing at Barbara's arms as much a she could. She was trapped at this point, the much stronger girl had her firmly in her grasp and there wasn't much she could do, carried all the way through the curtains and to the apartment wrestling area.

She groaned out loudly, kicking her legs a bunch as she was help in place, wriggling and twisting on those shoulders as her eyes dart all over the place to just--see where she was at.