Diao-chan Vs. Helvetica Lee

Junko released Helvetica immediately and watched her flop to the mat. "Of course I didn't think of that." The older woman said with a rueful smile. She then flopped over and forced her impressive chest right over Helvetica's face. If she had anything else to say, Junko wasn't even going to give her the chance to mumble it.

She hooked Helvetica's leg with her hand and let the referee do the rest.

"One!"

With her body flopping helplessly against the mat, Helvetica was a pathetic sight. Her shoulders pinned against the mat, unable to get any sort of leverage off of the floor, the American was struggled to get her face off of the floor.

"Two!"

"Hrrruuummmphummm! Duh-hmmppht!" Helvetica was squirming for all she was worth, now, but the veteran had her pinned against the mat without any room to breathe. "Three!" the ref called, her hand striking the ground. "WHHHhhhaaat???" the American squealed, as she realized what had happened. Junko's toned figure had kept her pressed against the mat, but somehow Helvetica couldn't accept it. The old maid had beaten her, regardless of how impossible it was for her to wring her head around that idea.

Junko didn't quite hop up off of Helvetica once the three count hit. Instead, she freed her of the mamouric prison but only scooted down the girl's body. She pressed her nose against Helvetica's and looked her in the eyes, their faces almost kissably close.

"I've won. Fair, square, and pretty convincingly. I can't wait to hear a glowing review about my daughter from your little show, right, Hel-chaaaan?" Junko purred and reached up, stroking the girl's hair while keeping her weight pressed on her, their breasts pressing together.