Round 1: Wells Quinn vs. Gemma Piper

Wells was about to answer when she saw Gemma rub her nipple. Her mouth dropped open and she suddenly shut her eyes. "H-Hey! Stop that!" She said with a flustered tone. Having her eyes closed, she was open as Gemma grabbed her foot and gasped as it was pulled upward. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Gemma step on her other leg. She flailed about to try and keep Gemma from trying to split her legs. "Let go!"

"Nuh-uh.." Gemma muttered her negatory "Now its time to work you over for one of Baby Blossom super cute special signature moves..." Gemma would hold Well's leg down to the mat with her stocking foot while pulling the leg up, wrapping both arms around the ankle and hugging her leg to her chest... Gradually pulling Well's legs wider and wider apart so that her inner thigh muscles close to her tender young woman hood would start to strain.

"Work you over with Baby Blossom's BABY SPLITS!!" she called out, jolting Well's suddenly further apart as she did

Wells gasped as Gemma began to split her legs apart. She winced at the strain and tried to reach out and grab the leg that was pushing down on her leg and tried to pull it off of her. She tried to wrap her hands around the leg and pull her torso up but when Gemma suddenly pusshed her legs open, Wells screamed and fell back dowwn, wincing and rubbing her tender groin.

Gemma moved her foot, allowing her toes to trail teasingly up the inside of Well's leg a little while she still held the other leg up for the splits hold. She applied little bits of pressure every now and then, particularly when it looked like Wells was trying to mount a bid to escape the embarassing hold...

"Baby Blossom is wearing down her opponent before she moves onto to one of her *Super fun blossom time special holds* that the crowd are dying to see.." After holding Wells a little longer, Gemma would try to flip her over onto her stomach with the leg she was holding up... Baby Blossom would step off of Well's leg and drop down so that her soft warm form would bump down right on top of the small of Well's back. Hoping to give the fellow kawaii a little bit of a shock and stun her long enough so that she could lock in the hold she was planning...

"ehhh..." Wells gasped as GemmaLs foot tickled her inner thigh and threatened to breech her panty line. Only the pain caused by the muscle stretching aleviated any pleasurable sensation Gemma was trying to produce in Wells.

The bursts of pain were enough to keep Wells subdued as she tried to escape but when she felt Gemma trying to move her she struggled even more.

She wasn't just going to be Baby Blossom handled like that! As the turn was attempted, Wells tried to snake her free leg around the back of Gemma's thigh and hook the sole of her shoe so it pressed tight against Gemma's mound. If she succeeded, it would probably keep her from being turned over but Wells wasn't exactly sure what else it would do... It kinda hurt.

"Anh!" Gemma let out as Wells pressed her foot into her tender mound area, preventing her from continuing the Baby Blossom handling. Gemma dropped Well's leg and try to back up away from her but ended up tripping and falling over the leg Wells had snaked around her, landing with an "Omf!" on her back

it seemed that no matter how hard the two rookies tried, the match was destined to be a comedy of errors and lack any sense of dignity and grace. Wells was actually shocked at how effective just a small amount of pressure to Gemma's mound seemed to affect the gymnast. However she blushed at the thought and wasn't exactly sure if she had the courage to exploit such a weakness.

As Gemma stumbled to the ground, Wells let out a gasp. Relieved that her left leg was free but dismayed that the baby blossom fell with her other leg. "G-geh..." She huffed, now able to sit up. She massaged her inner thigh for a second and then reached out to grab Gemma's ankles. With her leg already under gemma, if she could get ahold of the legs, she would try and flop her other leg over onto Gemma's stomach and adjust herself into a partial scissor hold.

Gemma felt Wells small body move against her, grabbing for her stockinged legs.. Just as Wells flopped her leg down onto Gemma's stomach, the French gymnast sat up partially and would reach out of Well's head with one arm. It was Baby Blossom's intention to pull Wells in closely so that she had her in a modified side headlock...

But because of the position of their bodies, instead of Well's head being pulled in against the side of Gemma's ribs, she would instead be pulled down onto Gemma's chest as it heaved with each of Baby Blossom's cute pants... Well's cheek would end up nuzzling up against Gemma's orbs with one nipple poking through the tear in the leotard and prodding against Well's cheek each time her chest bulged gently!

The ref girl moved down to see if one of them wanted to give up, but in the messy entanglement of cute little bodies, she wasn't sure which one to ask

Wells thought she might accomplish somthing when she got the awkard leg scossors on ans squeezed with all her might. She had been concentrating so hard on the scissor hold that she was bent up into the modified headlock. "Ech..."She groaned as she was bent painfilly amd pressed against a... Soft pillowy surface..!? This seemed like a rather unusual place. She opened her eyes to see a stiff pink nipple softly moving back and forth.

Wells eyes widened and she blushed deeply. "N... Nipple..." she uttered in a soft whisper. Her eyes fixated on the pink nub, almost hypnotized by it. 'I can't stop looking at it...' She thought.

Finally after a long moment she lifted up her hand and pinched the nipple gently and tugged on it. Letting a hot sigh roll over Gemma's chest she winced at the pain in her neck. "Wells doesn't think anyone deserves to win this match..." She said as she pulled at the nipple. The tangle of cute bodies was more absurd than anything. If she had been a spectator she might have felt the referee's pain.

Gemma gasped slightly as Well's small hand grasped right over the bare part of her breast, her nipple poking straight into Well's hand as Gemma twisted her body, her thigh pressing a little between Well's legs in her mound... Gemma warm pants blew over the top of Well's forehead, her small orbs pushing out more and more into Well's face as wriggled a little.

Gemma found this more embarrassing because of how ugly and inelegant the wrestling match must seem, it was completely unballerina like and she had not been able to get going into the follow of this battle at all... Something about Wells seemed to be promoting this clumsiness, she wished this comedy of errors could come to an end... then she heard what Wells said about neither of them deserving to win..

"nnh.." She muttered between soft delicate pants, still holding Wells to her chest in almost a loving way as they cuddled up in the entanglement "you know... we could call a truce on this.." She offered