Bertriz Nolasco vs Hyacinth

Hyacinth cried out in pain, closing her eyes and screaming as her arms were pulled back. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath, she couldn't even fight back. She groaned and moaned as she felt her opponent squishing and grinding on her ass, "Please don't make me tap, please." she begged her opponent. She'd honestly rather be pinned, but if her opponent was hell bent on making her tap, well then she'd tap. She really needed this win though, her current losing streak wasn't going over to well for her and her popularity with the fans. She would slowly arch her back a little and use her feet to scoot to the ropes. Once there, the ref would start to count out Bertriz.

"Now now, big girls shouldn't complain~" Bertriz advised, smushing her butt left and right slowly over her's. "It's so unbecoming of you! Weren't you showing off such a fine posterior earlier? You should be happy I'm enjoying it."

It wasn't hard for her to see what Hyacinth's idea was. Giving her butt one last hard grinding, she released her arms and let her fall face first to the mat. If she had not gotten back up, she would grab one of her legs, lift it up, and slam it knee first back into the mat.

"A little punishment for you silliness." she purred.

Hyacinth grimaced, but managed to flash a grin, "I might have, maybe that was an invitation to have your way with me after the match." she winked and was about to stand when suddenly, she felt her leg lifted and slammed back down into the mat. She cried out in pain and held her knee, leaving herself open to another attack.

"Why wait when I can enjoy you now~?" She looked in satisfaction on her agonized opponent; clearly attempting to get her to tone down. But Bertriz wasn't patient. She'd loved the feel of rump on rump so she'd sure she'd love the rest of her more. She just needed to weaken her first. Reaching down to wrap her arms around her sides, hands crisscrossing over her stomach, Bertriz would attempt to lift Hyacinth up, flipping her so she'd be partially sitting on her shoulders for a powerbomb, before giving her thighs a lick.

She would then swing her down to smash her into the mat.

Hyacinth groaned a little before her opponent picked her up, "Well, you can, but wouldn't you rather savor me when we're out of the ring?" she smiled before moaning as her thighs were licked. She widened her eyes when she realized too late the position she was in, but there was nothing she could do now. She felt herself flying through the air and slammed on her back. She groaned a little after the powerbomb had connected and she just lay there.

With her opponent down and perhaps out for the count, Bertriz decided her favourite part of the match could start. Swaying her way to her legs, she pulled one under an armpit and clamped down around the ankle. With her free hand she pulled that long, bare leg up and slowly wrapped her own powerful thighs, honed from years of dedicated swimming, around it like anacondas coiled over a twig. The crowd expected Hyacinth to begin groaning in pain but she would be feeling arousal instead. The spaniard's legs flexed and muscle expanded, trapping the leg tight but not crushing, twisting, or squeezing. Like frictious blankets and pillows they rubbed where her thighs were the thickest, inner and outer, yet she avoided her crotch as she hummed to herself and enjoyed her opponent.

Hyacinth just lay there, moaning softly. She didn't know what her opponent was trying to do, but she enjoyed the feeling of her. She wanted her so badly, but she wasn't ready to admit it yet.

Bertriz began to squeeze harder, pulling her leg out straight as she grinded thighs and crotch up and down, teasingly bumping their rumps together. It continued on a little more until she released her and stood over the woman. Assuming she was still aroused and confused, she would pull her up and press her against a corner before squashing her whole front against her. Hyacinth would feel every inch of Bertriz's body matching her's in pressing but beating it in strength and firmness. Giving her a lick on the cheek, she'd speak.

"You can submit now... or you can submit later~ We both know how this match can end, but will you take the pleasurable route or the painful one?"

Hyacinth let out a soft moan as she was licked and she pressed her smaller body against Betriz's, "I won't submit because I have a reputation to uphold." she giggled before giving her opponent a small kiss. Once she did, she would try to push her away before slowly climbing up the turnbuckle, setting her up for a flying side kick to the head.

"Mmmm, being my squeeze toy looks good on a resume~" Before she could continue, she was given a delicious kiss, one she erroneously took as submissive. Torn away by a push, she looked up just in time to see the redhead somehow on the ropes, her foot now flying towards her head. It was a direct hit, one that sent the Spaniard tumbling to the sides, losing her footing and slumping to the ground as her vision became a sea of bright stars and echoing, distorted sound.

It wouldn't be wrong to assume she was a bit irked as her once fluid motions became trudging and slow. A low growl turned into a moan.