Orochi vs. Elizabeth Page - Knockout Galore

Just as expected, Orochi could feel those nipples covered under her bikini starting to stiffen from her expert hands, and this was just the beginning. But Liz somehow managed to show her resistance by pulling away one of her hands with one hand, while she used her other hand to pull Orochi's leg up, causing her to lose her balance. And with that, the Georgian woman pushed her back against her, causing her to fall backwards, and Orochi ended up hitting the mat and squashed under Liz's weight.

"Guhuuu!!"

Still, it's not the time for her to panic. Rather than staying idle, Orochi would try to push Liz's body aside, grunting as she exerted her strength to do so. "Tch... for a prude, you sure have a dirty mind..." she grumbled as she would try to shove Liz away from her so that she wouldn't be squashed under the bigger body of the Georgian woman.

Liz stumbled and spilled out onto the mat on top of Orochi's alluring form. Still flustered by the groping of her breasts she didn't exactly feel inclined to entangle herself with the sensual creature. Just as Orochi pushed her away, Liz rolled herself off and onto her knees to regroup. Absently her hands adjusted her jostled bikini top.

"Dirty talk is the only thing women like you understand." She narrowed her eyes at the prone form of her opponent, unable to resist the urge to admire her shapely curves. This did not help her attempts to focus and cool her own secret longings. She unnecessarily pulled at her bottoms, although they'd not shifted much.

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"Yeah, yeah... keep telling yourself that, you hypocrite..." Orochi groused as she would then roll over onto her front, getting herself on her hands and knees before she pushed herself up, getting herself on her feet. She panted a little, trying to regain her bearing after taking Liz's weight on herself earlier.

Stepping back, Orochi would then look at Liz's direction, licking her lips. "I wonder if you moan like a dirty slut you're supposedly not..." she said before she charged, heading over to Liz, seemingly going for a clothesline. But it was just a mere feint as she would just slip past her, going behind the Georgian woman so that she could lock her arms around her body.

Elizabeth readied herself, recovering a little as Orochi regained her footing. There was a time to attack and there was a time to regroup, and when you weren't the most agile of wrestlers it was a good bet to save your energy and let the faster girls come for you. At least, that was Liz's philosophy when it came to wrestling, her results had been fairly mixed so far. Case in point, after a naughty little lick of her lips and some taunting Orochi charged in and the southern belle was ready, but ready for a clothesline. One that never came.

What she got instead was an attack from behind as the woman's arms coiled around her body pressing warm breasts against her mostly bare back. The big blonde growled over her shoulder with a snarl. "We'll see who's moaning when this is over." Rather than try to pry the arms away from her body or buck the woman off, Liz instead went back to the same well and relied on her superior mass. Pushing back she tried to drive them both towards the ropes behind them, aiming to squish the skinny little bitch again.

Just as expected, Liz tried to use her size advantage to squish her against the ropes, but Orochi had a plan. When the huge Georgian woman moved back, Orochi would let herself be pushed back until she was getting closer to the ropes. Before she got herself squashed between the delicious body of her opponent and the ropes, Orochi would quickly remove her arms from her body, moving them to Liz's head as she would then drop herself down.

And with that, she would try to bring the back of Liz's neck on the top rope, using her own weight to make the improvised move more painful on her opponent.

Liz was just waiting for the satisfying moment when she felt her opponent's body get caught between her and the pressure of the ropes. It was one of those thing she savored and the anticipation was delicious. Her adversary, however, was just a little too quick for such brutish tactics and just before impact the woman dropped and pulled back on her head. Her weight shifted backward suddenly, legs tripping on Orochi with the woman dropped.

Their combined mass pulled Liz down against the top rope, the back of her neck connecting solidly before the elastic tension threw her off and sent her slamming down onto the mat with a heft thud. Rolling up onto her elbows and knees with her head lowered, Liz instinctively grabbed the back of her neck in both hands. Blond curls fell forward around her facing, veiling her eyes from the ring and vice-versa. "Aaah! Damn you!"

Rolling off before getting back on her feet, Orochi looked at her opponent being in pain after getting the back of his neck landing on the rope. With Liz being on all four, there was one thing that she wanted to try. Walking up next to her, Orochi would hold out her hand to Liz's bikini bottom, tugging on it in order to give her a painful wedgie, exposing both of her ass-cheeks into clear view. She spent at least two seconds to admire those cheeky goodness before she decided to try delivering some meaty slaps on them with her palm.

Bringing down her other hand, Orochi would try to slap on the Georgian woman's ass, looking to see those ass-cheeks rippling from impact. And one slap wouldn't be enough, as she would follow up with the second and third slap, just to see them jiggling for her and everyone else's enjoyment.

Distracted by the throbbing in her neck and the pangs that sent through her body, Liz hadn't been keeping track of her opponent. Blinded under her own hair, she didn't notice the devious vixen stalk up next to her until it was far too late. Her bikini bottom was bunched up and yanked hard, and held that way. Blue eyes snapped open in shock, her hips lifting and rolling slightly along with the motion of the wedgie. Rising up onto her elbows and toes, with legs straight, Liz's efforts to move with the pain only lifted her bared, meaty ass up for the taking.

Stunned and humiliated, the big southern belle let out a high pitched yelp, one foot kicking up behind her with every swat that landed on her fleshy cheeks. She tried to lower herself away, but couldn't make herself bear down into the wedgie. Supporting herself upon one arm she reached the other back, a hand futilely trying to cover her posterior from the onslaught. The cheering of the crowd and her own involuntary responses only made her predicament all the more embarrassing.

Orochi was enjoying Liz's reaction upon having her lovely posterior swatted like that. And then, she would let go of her bottoms, stepping back so that she could prepare herself to use her next move on her. Moving in front of her, she would then grab a handful of her hair, pulling her up so that she could get on her knees, forcing her to look into Orochi's eyes. All the while, Orochi would show her a taunting smirk.

"So, let's make this all more interesting..." Orochi purred before attempting to land a knee strike right in the middle of Liz's chest, between her breasts as she would let go of her hair. The meal had to be properly tenderized first before she could properly enjoy it, after all. From the look of it, she needed to do a lot of tenderizing first before she could begin having her fun. She would like to have her way with her right away, but softening her first would make the experience more enjoyable.

Released from the wedgie, Elizabeth dropped her ass back down and landed back on her elbows and knees at Orochi's feet. One hand reached back to instinctively tug at her bottoms to retrieve them from between her meaty cheeks. Immediately, however, she was distracted from this task by a hand grabbing a hold of her golden locks and wrenching her up into a kneeling position. Looking up at another woman was an unusual experience for Liz, and her face was bright crimson with an embarrassed flush. With a hateful snarl she reached a hand up to grasp Orochi's wrist, but again she was interrupted, this time by a knee to her sternum.

With a low grunt of pain the hard knee crashed against the bone between her breasts and pushed in the middle of her bikini top. Heavy breasts bouncing from the impact the kneeling woman was forced over backwards to land on her already red, stinging ass. One hand drew to her chest, reflexively drawn towards the pain, and she scrambled to turn around the momentum of this match. Twisting her body in a rush she rolled to one side, again putting herself on all fours with Orochi behind her. From there she would attempt to climb back to her feet.