Amy Walker vs Rita Ryals

Amy smirks, knowing she could pin her down here, but she was still pretty ticked after being tortured in the turnbuckle like that. She let go of Rita, and started to sit up, rubbing at her head for a moment before reaching down for Rita's hair and trying to force her up to her feet. If Rita didn't fight back, she'd place a hand between her legs and another on her breasts before trying to bench press her high in the air!

Rita was dragged back to her feet, feebly clutching Amy's hand, but still too weak to react properly. She couldn't hold in a yelp from surprise as she felt Amy cupping her hand between her legs, but before she could get too embarassed she was lifted completely off the mat. The kawaii's eyes widened as she looked downwards, seeing the distance from the mat she was at. She flailed her arms and legs around, trying to get free from the bench press. "Let me go, you slut! Put me down!"

Amy grinned, looking up at her as she held her high over her head, and started to rub her between her legs very slowly, putting her on display for the crowd. "Not just yet.." She replied, working her up a bit while still having her helpless in the air.

Rita cringed when Amy started to rub her, trying to resist the sensation that slowly crept up her body like a poison. She had to fight it! The feeling could not take her over! Not like this...

However, it would soon be perceptible to Amy that Rita's struggles were getting just a bit weaker, as the fear from being held up mixed with the unwanted arousal to create a familiar sensation.

Amy grins as she felt Rita struggling less and less, and she continued to tease her between the legs. After a couple more seconds, she looks up at her. "Hey. Leather bitch. You said you want down?" She smirked.

When Amy looked up at Rita, the kawaii seemed somewhat a bit more docile. She made an affirmative motion with her head, still looking down at the far mat. Then, something dawned on her, and she looked at Amy, now shaking her head quickly. "No! I didn't!" She had finally noticed that it had been a really poor choice of words back there.

Amy almost laughed when she seemed to bring her into a slightly euphoric state, enough so that she actually agreed, and then her eyes flashed as she saw the moment the gears in her head started turning, and saw her change in expression. "Too late." She grinned, and suddenly dropped her down, letting her flop back to the mat.

Just after Amy's answer, Rita felt all the support she had going away, leaving her in the middle of the air. "AAAAAAAAA-" The kawaii dommie feel down face-first into the mat, damaging her whole body. It wasn't a fall that big, but her body was not very sturdy in situations like this one. The pain spreaded, substituting the fuzzy sensation she felt moments ago. Groaning, she would clutch the most injured spots while she lay in the mat.

Amy let out a huff afterwards, shaking out her arms, and then pulled her top back over her breasts before trying to pin Rita down while she was writhing on the ground.

Rita had her leg hooked up high, and the ref approached, slapping her hand on the mat. "One! Two!" Before the third count, though, the kawaii got a shoulder off the mat, interrupting the pin. Even though she had done that, she still wasn't in condition to get to her feet and fight again, but even so she would weakly try to get Amy off her, pushing her by the shoulders.