Sheryl Blends vs Bree Tassilotte- Finisher Match

Bree couldnt believe herself that she was easily caught by her legdrop smacking right onto her boobs, wincing from the pain and wishes to get back on top again but having bit of difficulty as her body were caught by her legs holding her still. "Nya! Let go!"

Soon she felt her neck were wrapped around as well to hold her in place, shaking around trying to squirm out of her hold but proven to be pointless. So what Bree tried next by hoping to swing her elbow back aiming to her side to loosen the hold if possible.

Things were looking up for Sheryl who made sure to apply those holds with as much strength as she could manage. "Nya...nope!" She giggled a bit using Bree's own words while she did this. It seemed like she'd be able to hold on fairly well long as things continued to go smoothly. Of course, things never went according to plan.

She felt that elbow slamming into her side which made the girl cry out. "Ugh....ow, just stop that!" Sheryl whined her hold weakening for a moment though not completely letting go of Bree just yet. She couldn't just back off after grabbing her like this!

Bree still trapped in her body scissor and holding her tight quite well, she tries to elbow her side hoping to release her but it wasnt good enough as she kept the hold on, meowing as she was desperately trying to escape, she would easily get out of most holds for the flexible feline but this move is crazy especially being held by a girl. "Meow! Let go!"

She reaches up for her arm that holding around her neck, Bree hands grabbing onto her arm and tries to claw onto her like a crazy feline she is, scratching her arms as quickly and roughly as she could. "meow meow meow!"

Sheryl was just trying to hang onto this girl. She was a slippery one to say the least. "Just behave, good kitty." She teased a bit, having some fun with her while trying to keep that hold applied. It was a bit of a desperate maneuver, but she figured this might actually work.

Of course it became a whole lot less comfortable when Bree started to claw into her. "Ow, ow, ow...stop!" Sheryl cried out from surprise and a bit of pain as she felt the scratches piling up. Instinctively the girl let go and backed up a bit, trying to protect her arm from further abuse.

Bree can feel her claws scratching her arms furiously that eventually she releases her after she cried out from the pain. "I dont wanna behave you bitch!" Snapped goes Bree, now her body is free from the nearly inescapable hold, she would try to roll on top of Sheryl and glaring down at her.

"Im a mean kitty to you!" She tries to scratch more on her cute opponent where ever she can get her claws on, mostly swiping around her chest area and her arms, just scratching away to possibly shred her clothes.

Sheryl was just too focused on trying to defend her arms to consider the consequences of letting go of this girl. What really shocked her though was the sudden roll that left her on the vulnerable bottom instead of Bree.

"Hey! Ow! Stop!" Sheryl cried out as the scratching continued, it was like getting mauled by some animal. "Bad kitty!" She gasped hearing the shredding sound and seeing her pink bra starting to peek through as her top was getting shredded. Sheryl trying to buck the girl off of her before her clothes were completely ruined by this scratching beast.

Bree's claws scratching the crud out of her opponent's outfit, enough that it would show some of her skins and underneath like her bra. "Yeah Im bad!... MEOW!" She was caught off guard when her body bounces off of Sheryl and rolling beside her, purrring that shes doing well but Bree isnt gonna stop from there.

She tries to crawl back to her opponent and reaching for her hair, hoping to pull up standing with her to show whos boss. "Nya, you dont mess with a feline!"

It certainly wasn't a smooth match at this point with all that scratching and clothing damage. Though Sheryl knew it could have been worse. This was what she got for getting into fights with a strange cat person. Looking down she sighed at the clothing damage "well this will be a tough repair job." She commented trying to slowly get to her feet.

Sheryl was caught a bit by Bree grabbing onto her hair and yanking the girl up to her feet. "Ow...now what?" She complained reaching up towards her head hoping to get her hair freed from this girl before something else happened.

Bree can feel her strength coming back while grabbing onto this girl, Sheryl, by the hair to pull up standing in front of the skimpy feline, meowing while showing her slight grin, she was ready to lay her out with her finisher to get the point. "Here we go!"

She tries to kick Sheryl in the stomach double her over before jumping up with her leg going over the back of her opponent head, using the gravity to push down against her weights and bringing down her head to the mat. "Nyan You!"

Sheryl could only squirm as they got to their feet having a bad feeling about this. That grin sent some shivers down her spine as well. The girl trying to step back, but getting caught by that kick to the gut. Coughing out as she lost some air, Sheryl immediately doubled over before she could think about what kind of follow-up might occur.

Groaning a bit in pain she only noticed Bree jumping into the air. The girl unsure about what was going on until she felt that weight of her leg. Eyes going wide as Sheryl's head rapidly descended slamming hard into the mat. Sheryl getting extremely dazed from the impact and the hit to the back of her head that had such force behind it. The girl unmoving on the mat in that rather embarrassing posture.