SS '14 Entropy Triple Threat: Cally Vs. Lucy Vs. Gail

Cally giggled as Gail rolled over. Crounching down, she poked her head over the Brit. "Weren't you the one all talk about kicking our asses?" She teased. "Don't see much of that now!"

The brunette popped up, her leg swinging over Gail so that she could plant her rear on the girl's shoulder. She wiggled a bit, leaning into the girl to hold her down. "Now as for your ass....let's see a little more, shall we?" She cooed, reaching forward to yank the Union Jack panties up, the fabric vanishing in Gail crack as her bottom was exposed to Lucy and crowd.

"Just borrowing a page from my Brother's book, he's the cautious and booky type." Lucy said in response to Cally, she never really had a triple threat match before. So maybe it'd be best to do what her Brother would do for once, for now at least.

With Cally sitting on Gail odds were neither of them were going anywhere, Lucy could've picked the chance to just dogpile them. But frankly seeing Gail get taken down a peg was just too tempting for the blonde girl, so she wouldn't attack right now. Although she'd make her way slowly over to the pair of them, a grin on her face.

"Of course I would like to fight with you Cally, Gail I already know your stuff. So why don't you just wait outside the ring and let the pros duke it out?" Ms Grange said.

Gail didn't have much to say in response to either girl's taunting. The wedgie that Cally was giving her, combined with the weight of her butt on her shoulder made it hard to make noises that weren't pained grunts. "E-eEH! S-Stop that!". She swatted at the annoying little Cally, but being sandwiched by Cally onto the floor made it rather hard for her to reach her.

Gail couldn't see where Lucy was, although her voice was as annoying as ever. "F-fuck off! And you. Get. OFF!" She yelled out, rolling over onto her front, trying to get Cally off of her, although she would still be down on the mat for either - or both - of them to abuse, if they so inclined.

Cally yelped as Gail rolled over, her hands still clenching the girl's panties. Laying on the floor, she tugged them once more, the fabric now resembling more of a thong than underwear. "YAww, but it's so fun playing with you!" The brunette titered, giving one of the exposed cheeks a squeeze. She pulled one leg off Gail, but the other was pinned beneath the girl, and the New Yorker didn't know how much longer she'd have the advantage.

Suddenly she had an idez. She wrapped her arms around Gail's waist, and pushed up with her trapped leg. The two rose up-Cally a sitting position, holding Gail upside down with her bottom facing the Red Apple and her front facing Lucy. Cally looked up at the third girl and grinned. "You want in on her?" She offered.

Lucy saw the opportunity to hit Gail hard here, and to be frank that was something she couldn't afford to pass up on. Besides once she was down it could be her vs Cally, now she wouldn't mind that. But first....to get rid of the third factor.

"Right! I'm on it!" Lucy yelled out, she got near the ropes to Gail's left and bounced off of them. She was rushing forwards and lept into the air, her right leg aimed at the back of the head of Gail.

Ms Grange was going for a scissor kick just like Booker T, the crowd holding their breath until the shots connected. Then the crowd would go wild when the attack landed. Lucy would then emerge from it in a crouching pose, admiring her handiwork.

Cally was hellbent on giving Gail a painful wedgie. "E-ee! L-let go!" Gail squirmed on top of Cally's leg until she began lifting her upsidedown, blood rushing to her head. She could see an upside down Lucy smiling like the wonderful bitch she was.

"D-don't you dare!" Gail called out, to be responded with 2 hard blows, knocking her down again, her head slamming hard into the cold mat. "Uugh..." She didn't move after that, she just groaned in obvious pain. Was Gail going to be put of commission without doing anything at all tonight?

Cally was loving being the dominating one on the mat. She squeezed her arms tighter around Gail's waist, the girl's bottom squishing against her upper chest. The brunette grinned and licked her crotch just to tease her. "Y'know Lucy...I think we have our very own personal doll here." She laughed, leaning forward. Gail's body curved as Cally rolled her a bit, the Canadian's feet now dangling next to her head.

"If only we had a longer time to play with her." She said, her eyes twinkling as she offered the fallen girl's bottom and crotch to the Brit.

Lucy was having a bit of fun here to be honest, but she didn't come here to laugh (Or talk politics like her Brother) She was here to wrestle, and perhaps have a future title shot.

So with that in mind Lucy would make her way over to Cally, muttering so that only she could here it.
"Why don't you send her out the ring? Then the pair of us can fight, New York vs London. That's what everybody really came to see."

Ms Grange would then skip her way over to the far corner and wait there, eager to fight Cally one on one. At least while Gail was down.

Being double-teamed certainly had its disadvantages.

Like being double-teamed.

Gail's body was lifted without any objection from Gail. Mostly because she wasn't aware she was being lifted up. Cally would be free to do whatever she liked with her body right now, and Gail might just wake up in a position that she was unfamiliar with.

Cally smirked, and stood, turning the fainted Gail over on her knees. "Gimme one minute...I wanna leave her surprised." She said slyly. The brunette reached down the back of Gail's shirt, unclipping her bra and pulling it out from the front. "This'll be fun!" she snickered.

Dragging Gail to the ropes, she passed her under them, holding the other girl's arms behind her back. First she yanked her prize's skirt down under her bottom and her panties up; past the middle rope and hooking them over her fists, wrapping them around each wrist to secure them. She then threaded the loose bra through one of the leg holes, over her bound wrists and around the top rope, clipping it. Finally, she picked up Gail's feet and put them on the ringside of the bottom ropes. The end result was Gail hanging, like a ship's mast head, from the ring with an exposed rump and long wedgie. Cally grinned wickedly. "Maybe I'll see your fanart." She whispered

She turned back to Lucy and wiped her hands. "Now that she's out of the way...ready for a real fight?" She asked sweetly.