Chiyorin vs. The Won Siblings - Cultural Exchange

Bridget igorned Chiyo's taunts as she focused on the task at hand. It was not an easy task, but if it wiped the smile off the smug half-breed's face, it would be a worthy one.

She gripped Chiyo's thighs and held them tight, leaning on them as she attempted to stand up. It was an awkward position and it strained Bridget's neck as she slid her legs around and placed one foot on the canvas. Then another. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, summoned her strength and lifted up, trying to heft Chiyo along with her and slam her back into the floor with a makeshift powerbomb.

Bridget began to get up on one foot, but Chiyo refused to let go. She was hoping that the big girl would yield, but it didn't happen. Instead, her opponent managed to raise up to both feet, before lifting her up with some impressive strength that left her surprised... and vulnerable.

"Whoaa...? H-hey! Augh!" the pink haired girl cried as her back was slammed onto the mat.

Her legs were loosened significantly, although it's not completely unhooked yet. There's barely any pressure on Bridget's head, though, as Chiyo had to deal with some dizziness after that unexpected slam.

"Oughh... I guess that was a bad idea..."

The sudden crash, Chiyo's cry of pain, the feel of her body losing a good deal of that magniificent power - Bridget found it all quite satisfying. She was starting to share in her sister's excitement for bringing this girl home, but for different reasons. She was going to pick her apart on her own time, and enjoy every moment of it.

Bridget shoved the legs away and reached forward, grabbing hold of Chiyo's hair and hauling her up with rough tugs and quick jerks. As soon as she was on her feet, Bridget grabbed her by the wrist and spun around, sending her towards the turnbuckle with a fierce hammer throw. She wanted Chiyo in the corner. She wanted a clear target. She wanted a place where they could get to know each other, where Bridget could show the half-breed just what sort of person she was.

It might not the hardest slam ever, but it's enough to keep Chiyo downed for a couple of seconds, and that's enough for Bridget to pick her up. The rough yanking elicited a displeased groan from the pink haired girl, but what followed after was even more unpleasant, for the most part. Her arm was yanked and held in a hammer lock position, while her front was smashed onto the turnbuckle. That hurts quite a lot.

"Augh!" Chiyo let out another agonized cry, her head hanged down for a bit while her free hand held onto the top ropes.

Which corner was this again? The one where Bridget had her partner waiting? Hopefully not. Then again, it's not like the other girl couldn't just walk here from where she was...

Cindy smiled as Chiyo came back to her corner, just as she had finally worked her way back up to the ropes and taken her position. The girl had spirit and stamina. Perfect. Tomorrow, she would be putting both to the test.

Cindy reached out and ran her hand along Chiyo's chin, lightly brushing her throat. She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her ear, licking it like a cat with the first few sips of her milk. So many lewd thougths. So many things they could do. Would do...

The amourous interlude was interrupted, however, and Chiyo pulled back as Bridget came running back into the picture with a running knee lift to Chiyo's stomach, looking to hammer into the corner and pin her there.

"Mmm..." even in her current state Chiyo couldn't help but to purr as she felt the kiss and the licking on her ear while Cindy also brushed her chin. "Uh, hey, there..."

Unfortunately, that only seemed to meant as a distraction as Bridget was running towards her from behind like a bull. The pink haired girl turned around as she was alerted by the rumbling on her back, but in doing so, she accidentally presented her trained stomach to the knee of the big girl.

"Guaghh!" the pink haired girl doubled over, leaning towards Bridget and probably would fall onto the girl with the slightest of push.

Bridget's grin grew and almost seemed to stretch from ear to ear, as she felt Chiyo's iron stomach give against her knee and enjoyed the sight of her falling forward, her weakened body sagging as the air was forced out.

"Your body is like tempered steel." Bridget pulled Chiyo's head down and wrapped her arms around the neck and secured a headlock, squeezing hard around the neck and flexing her muscles to tigthen the space. "I will enjoy seeing how much it takes to be broken."

Cindy stayed in the act as well, performing an experiment while Chiyo was so close. She reached out and ran her hands down the half-breed's back, stroking her with a slow, sensual massage. Her hands went all the way down, stopping only when they reached her ass and gave each cheek a tight pinch, pulling at handfuls of the delicious flesh.

"H-how flattering... nngh!" Chiyo groaned as she was trapped in the headlock, still too weakened to mount any sort of resistance.

She felt the hands of Cindy on her back, but was genuinely surprise by what the girl did that her body twitched visibly from the massage. That was unexpected, and almost came out of nowhere. Did they watched her previous matches? She'd probably have more assault on her sensitive spot, then, so it's rather unlikely. Perhaps that little purr she made when Bridget embraced her from behind? That's quite an observation there...

"Hmmpp..." the pink haired girl pulled hard on Bridget's arm, trying to free it with whatever strength she could muster at the moment, which wasn't much actually.

She tried to keep her lips sealed, but the way her body wiggling might be a hint in itself. The pinch on her butt cheeks that followed the massage served as a wake up call, at least.

"Ow!"

Cindy reveled in the feel of Chiyo's body, loving every little touch. She longed to see it unclothed, like a present they alone had the pleasure of unwrapping. As her fingers curled and her nails ran deep into the tender flesh, she let out a blissful purr and imaginined what they would do when they were not surrounded by so many onlookers. Ropes would be involved.

That purr turned into a full growl when the bell rang. It was her turn.

She made her way into the ring as the crowd booed, ignoring their protests and taking a seat on the top of the turnbuckle. A quick glance was all she and Bridget needed to develop their plan - Cindy knew what Bridget thought, Bridget knew what Cindy thought.

Bridget pushed Chiyo away into Cindy's waiting legs, which quickly clamped around her neck from behind. She flexed her thighs and crossing her ankles, then leaned forward and rested her breasts on top of Chiyo's head. Cindy licked her lips and craned her neck down far enough to look into her red eyes.

"Squirm."

That bell couldn't really be a signal of something good, Chiyo thought. It's a bit too quick for the match too end, which only meant...

"Nnnghh!" he pink haired girl grunted as she was pushed onto the corner where Cindy's legs awaited her, clamping on her neck and gave it a good squeeze.

She might not want to comply, but squirming was actually almost a natural reaction when she's trapped like this. The feeling of Cindy's breasts on her head, rubbed against her skull with each movement she made, felt like a nice ruffling and pretty distractive.

Her hands reached for those legs of her opponent, trying to loosen it. With Bridget unchecked, Chiyo knew that she probably only had like a second or two to get out, which impossible to say the least. She'd attempt to push the post with one of her foot, however, while leaning forward, hoping to use Cindy's position to unbalance both of them and sent them to the ground. It should be worse for the girl on top, at least she hoped so.