Tiffany Laurence vs Kim Rhee: This Is Your First Time...?

"If you were hoping to embarass me by stripping my top then-agh! Sonvabitch!" Tiffany began, but Kim's elbow caught her hard, and in a particularly sensitive spot.

To Tiffany, it seemed more and more like Kim had fighting experience. She wasn't sure what kind...but the way Kim placed her shot there, the quick and confident way she moved about the ring, the Korean wasn't just some fresh off the streets pretty face..

Holding a hand over her eye and brow, the topless Texan staggered backwards towards the center od the ring. She wouldn't be shaken for long though. Shaking her head, if Kim didn't press her advantage, Tiffany would charge back at the Asian with a loud yell, trying to deliver a running body splash to her opponent in the corner!

Kim knew she’d bought a momentary pause after that elbow, but only momentary. Tiffany was a tough one, and she’d already seen how crucial closing the distance on her opponent would be. She’d be back and she’d be coming hard.

Kim hopped on top of the middle ropes of the turnbuckle, and just in time - her raging opponent came dashing back in, moving fast and hard. Kim would have to time this one just right. Just right...almost…

When Tiffany came charging back, Kim leaped off the turnbuckle and flew to meet her leaping with knee and aiming it right for the center of the Texan’s face. A wild move that was going to hurt one of them way more than it hurt the other.

Tiffany began her charge, thinking that she'd simply slam her greater mass into her foe and drive her into the corner. But then Kim hopped up onto the second turnbuckle. Before the Texan could stop her charge, her opponent leaped off her perch, landing a flying knee right into her face.

The blonde went down in a daze, a yell of pain bursting from her mouth. Landing on her back, she clasped her hands to her face as the crowd cheered Kimxs agilty and quick thinking!

Kim couldn’t stop herself from feeling a pang of guilt as Tiffany went down after taking the knee full on. Not just because she was starting to like the Texan, but because she would’ve hated to bust up that nose. If there was one thing that could make something like this much less fun than it should’ve been, it was blood.

With a saddened pout, she stood up again and strutted over to her fallen foe. There were a dozen things she could’ve done to her prone opponent, but at the moment, she had something a little more unorthodox than a normal move.

Kim raised her foot up and brought it down - gently, ever so gently - between Tiffany’s legs, letting the sole of her foot slide against the cowgirl’s sex. Rubbing back and forth, up and down.

Not much, true, but if there was one thing that Kim had learned in the BWL, it was the biggest dam can burst with a few well-placed cracks.

Tiffany took one of her hands off her face, looking to see if indeed, Kim's knee had busted her nose and caused it to bleed. However, aside from the pain of the impact, the Texan's blood seemed to be staying in her Texan body.

As she laid on the mat, Kim strode over confidently and placed her foot on Tiffany's crotch. The only thing separating the Asian's foot and her sex was the thin material of her bikini. She let out a groan at the pleasurable feeling.

Looking up, she saw Kim looking down at her as she continued to run her foot along her privates. As good as this felt, there was a sense of humiliation added to this....her the bigger woman, kept under foot by the smaller. She couldn't let it stand.

After a few moments of letting her head clear, Tiffany's hand shot out, grabbing Kim's ankle. She would give it a sharp yank, kicking at the Korean's other leg while sitting up. Hopefully, she'd be able to dump Kom to the mat and rise to her feet, while keeping a hold of her elusive foe's ankle...

And this was the reason Kim liked going barefoot in her matches. People never seemed to understand the utility of a good, useful foot, but she always found it incredibly useful. You just had to work at properly applying them...and Kim had worked on it for a good, long while.

She’d hoped that it would have a profound effect on the Texan, and to her credit, it did. Tiffany was writhing for a moment, swept away in the feelings, and Kim was eager to push it as far as she could go, thinking herself to be at a safe distance.

But she was wrong in that belief, as Tiffany’s hand shot out and snagged her. Suddenly the roles were reversed - she was on the floor, and her opponent was rising with her ankle grasped. Not a good spot to be in, no doubt, and Kim tried to twist over to her back, hoping to stop the move she suspected was coming.

When Tiff say Kim twist over onto her back, she felt a moment of frustration. There would be no Filly Tamer for the moment. But....Tiffany was nothing if not adoptable.

Reaching down she would seize Kim's other ankle, tucking both of them under her arms.

"Darlin'....you're going for a ride..." she drawled.

With that, she began to spin in place whike hokding onto Kim. The Asian would find herself being lifted off the mat by the force of it, as Tiffany began to giant swing the lighter woman.

After all...there were advantages in being big....

Kim wasn’t 100% sure what Tiffany was going for when she grabbed her leg and held on tight. Her first thought was an ankle lock, though, judging from the way she was positioning her body, maybe Tiffany was trying something else. A single-leg Boston Crab, maybe?

Whatever the case, Kim wanted no part of it, and she was able to escape. ‘Escape’, however, was a relative term. She wasn’t on her back anymore, true, but that hardly meant she was getting off easy. Tiffany still had her in a bad way, and it would only get worse.\

The next thing Kim knew, she was flying. Around and around and around she went, helpless as Tiffany hurled her in the big swing. She tried to pull herself in, but momentum worked against her, and she was forced to stay stretched. Granted, it didn’t hurt all that much, but she direly wished it to stop before she threw up.

The crowd watched as Tiffany spun Kim around and around. After a few revolutions, they began counting. But for her part, the cowgirl didn't really like this move. Sure it was great for making opponents dizzy and slowed them down. But, it also disoriented Tiffany as well, and it really didn't do much in lasting damage.

So, after only ten revolutions, Tiffany let Kim flop back down to the canvas. Putting a hand to her face as the ring seemed to continue spinning. Staggering to the side, she looked down at Kim, Tiffany measured her opponent, and then fell over towards the Asian. As she went, Tiffany readied her elbow, looking to drive it into the a hopefully still dizzy Kim's chest!

After eight - maybe nine or ten, she stopped counting - spins, the Big Swing finally ended, and Kim could not have been more thankful. She’d forgotten what it was like to be dizzy, truly dizzy. The world was still around her as her eyes struggled to lock and make sense of things. By the time they were properly calibrated, it was too late.

An elbow drop was a simple move, but coming from someone like Tiffany, it was quite devastating. Kim went into spasms at the impact, nursing the spot where it hit, and she immediately started to roll away towards the ropes, hoping she could get to the outside of the ring and take a breather.