Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

With that one simple shift of weight, Mikayla lost her balance and came down, and Fallon came down with her, from a noticeably greater height. Fallon knew that bringing Mikayla down meant going down backwards herself, and it was sure to hurt. She had no way to break her fall. Steeling herself, Fallon braced for impact, waiting for her back to hit canvas and for pain to shoot through her whole body.

The impact was enough to shake her up, and Fallon, too, let out a cry of pain as they hit the mat, a cry which somehow was somewhat harmonious when paired with that of her opponent. Fallon's bones tembled, and her teeth chattered as the vibrations of the hit ran through her. She felt Mikayla's hold on her loosen, and she would let her limbs flop down onto the mat. For just a second, she rested.

But she wasn't that hurt. Her whole body was getting a little achey now, but she still had her signature Fallon energy, and she, of course, wasn't the one who had had her face slammed right into the canvas. Fallon would give Mikayla a gentle push, trying to roll the blonde wrestler over onto her back. Fallon would peer down into her friend's eyes, looking for at least a little recognition to make sure the girl was still conscious. "You okay, Mikki...?" she would ask.

Once she was satisfied that Mikayla was conscious and alert, though, Fallon would waste no time. Getting up onto her knees, Fallon would clasp her hands together and raise them over her head like a hammer. "Sorry about this, Mikki-doo, but I gotta be sure you can't fight back!" she would say, before bringing her clasped hands down as hard as she could onto Mikayla's stomach.

Mikayla offered no resistance as Fallon flipped her over onto her back, and her only reaction at all was to scowl in protest as her hurting neck shifted to the side with the motion. "Aaagh..." Even though she could still hear the crowd and Fallon's voice and smell and feel the sweat on her body, helping her again get a grasp on the fact that she was in a wrestling ring and had just been waylaid, she still did not have the wherewithal to realize that she needed to be defending herself in some way to keep more pain from being inflicted. All she did was bring her gloved hand up to her face to hold the part of it that was burning from impact with the mat, finally poking the opposite eye open to see nothing but the arena lights doubling in her addled vision.

Fallon spoke again. Mikayla wasn't sure what she meant by her words, but she brought her arm down, wanting to push herself back up to a seated position. "Mmmm," she moaned, to add to her earlier complaints, as she realized how stupid she had been and how she had ruined a perfectly good chance to keep wearing down Fallon by overestimating what she could do.

Then, a shot to the stomach shattered her thinking again, and her face contorted into an expression of agony.

"Aaaaaghaaaah!" The blow made her shoot upwards, bringing an arm up to cover her stomach from any further, shooting pain. She coughed a couple of times, the blow having taken her off-guard and knocked the wind out of her, and she rolled over onto her side in an effort to get away from any more blows to the stomach. "Nnnngh..." The need to get away took priority over nursing the pain in her midsection, and she threw the hand that was not covering her belly out to crawl towards the ropes. Maybe she could get herself back to her feet before Fallon continued.

Mikayla seemed to be sort of out of it already. She wasn't responding verbally to what Fallon said, though her eyes seemed to betray an alertness and an understanding of what was going on. Fallon glanced up at the referee, who would nod to her, giving her the okay to keep going. Mikayla was still fine—she was probably just dizzy and disoriented again. The last thing Fallon wanted to do was harm Mikayla in any way that could be anywhere close to permanent. They were going to have a lot of fun times together, and Fallon was not going to let any sort of injury to herself or to Mikayla derail them!

She did have to hurt Mikayla, though. The pain would only be temporary. Fallon brought her clasped hands down as hard as she could on Mikayla's midsection, and was rewarded for her exertion by a contorted expression, full of agony, and a loud scream of pain. Mikayla immediately turned over onto her side, one arm protecting her stomach, the other beginning to inch her towards the ropes. But the ropes were several feet away. Fallon was not going to let her friend get to them. Not when she had such a golden opportunity.

Though she had tried it once and failed, Fallon still wanted to weaken Mikayla's legs somewhat. She would try what she thought was a safer tactic, now. She would get up into a squat, then plant her butt on Mikayla's back, trying to push her down into the mat. Facing Mikayla's legs, Fallon would then reach down with both hands and grab ahold of one leg. To complete the hold, she would hoist the leg upwards and wrench it back, trying to put it over her own shoulder, putting Mikayla into what she hoped would be a painful single-legged Boston Crab!

The ropes had looked a lot closer before Mikayla had started crawling towards them. As she actually went to the trouble to throw her hand out and try to drag herself across the ring, trying to ignore the aching that had blossomed from her stomach to her sides and chest as well, she realized they were more than just a couple of feet away from her. She bit back at her discomfort, squeezing an eye shut as she pulled herself towards towards them and the bobbing crowd behind them as quickly as she could, but she only made it what must have been three or four feet before she felt a weight on her back that informed her that her crawling was over. Her violet eyes showed her concern, as she was pushed back down against the canvas and tried to protect her already-tormented upper body from further assault from Fallon.

It was not her upper body that the Californian targeted, but her leg. Mikayla felt Fallon's arms wrap around her leg, sending a momentary shiver up to her hips. The shiver made her gasp and distracted her long enough as one half of her lower body was lifted up that she did not immediately start trying to pull her leg away. Only once she shot her eyes over her shoulder, seeing her shapely friend from the back and her leg being brought up into a position that was becoming more painful by the second, did she try to rip her leg down and away from Fallon, letting out a grunt of exertion. By then, it was too late. She had no leverage to pull away, and Fallon had her entire body for leverage. Mikayla continued to watch over her shoulder and pull away until the pain in her thigh, hips, and ass grew. "Grrrrrr...aaaah! Mmmmm....", she cried out, being forced flat onto her chest and reddening face as she gasped for release. Her hands dragged uselessly against the canvas as she dealt with being stretched to her limit. She was flexible, but not this flexible.

And so much for her legs being off-limits. "Hnnn...mmmm..."

Fallon had done some damage to Mikayla's face and upper body, and now, even though she had tried it before and failed, she wanted to do damage to Mikayla's lower body. She knew that avoiding it permanently just meant that Mikayla had a pair of perfect, untouched weapons that she could whip out whenever she wanted. Letting a pair of gams that sexy and dangerous go unchecked could be the difference between a win and a loss for Fallon, and so she took a chance.

Her risk paid off. Mikayla tried to pull her leg away, but she was just stunned enough that Fallon was able to wrap her arms around it and yank back on it hard, bending it in a curve back towards Mikayla's head. Fallon would giggle as she locked the blonde's ankle into place underneath her armpit. As she pulled Mikayla into the Crab, Fallon would also rub her butt on Mikayla's back a little, teasingly.

"Ooooohoho, feel that, Mikki?" she would taunt. "This butt's gonna be on your face in just a few minutes...feels good, right? It'll feel even better when you're making out with it..."

Fallon would then let go of Mikayla's leg with one hand and reach down to grab the other, hoping to slide back a little to transition the hold into a full-on, two-legged Boston Crab, with both limbs locked under her armpits after being bent back as far as they could go.

"Eeeergh.... nnnnn...."

When Mikayla felt Fallon's powerful arm wrap around her ankle, she knew that she wouldn't be getting out of the hold through pure strength, not with her leg and hips so elevated off the ground. She writhed against the strain, pawing at the mat and glaring, water in her violet eyes, across the mat towards the ropes that she needed to reach and the roaring crowd as she was forced onto her cheek with the angle of the hold. Now that she was the one bent in front of so many people, she didn't feel quite as impressive as she had only a few minutes before.

That feeling only intensified when Fallon renewed her teasing, complete with her butt rubbing up and down Mikayla's back. The blonde gasped again, breathy this time rather than in pain, and her mouth went agape in surprise at the sensation and how her body reacted to Fallon's razzing Mikayla about "making out" with the firm ass that was currently grinding on her. The image of Fallon's butt sliding onto her face and over her lips occupied her mind for several long seconds, all other stimulation pushed out. "Mmmm... nnnn... no...", Mikayla moaned in protest, having to shift in place to deal with a sudden titillation that flushed over her, making her breathe more heavily and feel the desire for a release that had nothing to do with the submission hold. The pain being inflicted near her crotch only added to the feeling.

Fallon pulling Mikayla's other leg into the hold only partially distracted Mikayla from her arousal, and she grimaced again as her face was forced even more against the mat and her hands searched for something to grab onto to allow her to get away. "Aaaaagh! Get...off...Fallon...", she pleaded, her confusion and the pain motivating her pitiful tone more than her pride normally would. She could not shake the heavy breathing and drawn feeling that was not caused only by the stress on her lower back, and the situation had her at a loss for what to do next, at least until she could reign in control of her body again. All she could do was try to block the image of Fallon sitting on her from her mind and brace against the Boston Crab. Then, she could figure out a strategy.

Fallon pressed her ass down firmly into Mikayla's shoulder blades, rubbing her denim-clad butt cheeks into Mikayla's sparsely-clothed back. She giggled and whooped triumphantly, as she was now in total control of Mikayla, just as Mikayla had been in total control of her not two minutes before. This match had been pretty crazy so far, with momentum swinging back and forth (though Fallon had to admit that Mikayla had largely been the dominant one), but now Fallon wanted to remain on top for a while. She had a painful, draining submission hold locked on. She just had to keep Mikayla away from the ropes.

Fallon didn't notice the physiological changes that Mikayla was undergoing as she teased her and rubbed her ass all over Mikayla's back. She was too busy gleefully putting more pressure on her blonde opponent, grabbing up that second leg and pulling it up, too, so that she was putting the strain on both of those lovely limbs. She heard Mikayla pleading with her to get off, but Fallon would just shake her head and give a little bounce on Mikayla's back. "I don't think so, Mikki...I'm wearing you down until you're nothing but a nice seat for me!"

She would bounce again, knowing that that would probably make it a little more painful for Mikayla. The girl's desperate, pleading voice was adorable, and Fallon wanted to hear more. She wanted to hear her friend at her most vulnerable, and then, once Mikayla could not fight back, she was going to finish the girl off in spectacular fashion!

"Hyn! Stooop iiiit...."

Mikayla continued her moaning and pleading as Fallon bounced on her back, rocking her throbbing crotch momentarily against the canvas and forcing the blonde to focus all her attention on not whining in a strange form of pleasure rather than pain. Several seconds of panting helped her recover, but every time she felt Fallon's butt slamming or grinding against her, she had that image of that butt sliding onto her lips again. She had to keep her eyes open, even though she could barely see for the sweat rolling into them and the tears forming from her strain and agony, to not get pulled into that image again. Reaching back, she pawed uselessly at Fallon's nearby ankle, to no avail. It only hurt more to try to reach around so far.

She had never felt like this outside of a situation where a dick was involved, either literally or figuratively, except the few times it happened because imaginative girls would be imaginative girls, and it was driving her crazy. Her mind was supposed to be focused on getting out of this painful hold, not on some random, rising arousal that hit her simply because Fallon had told her she was going to try to finish the match according to the stipulation. And there again, Mikayla was thinking too much about what was happening with her body, since it was so pronounced and distracting, rather than fighting back. Bringing a hand awkwardly to her face to rub away some of the moisture, she formed her lips into an O and puffed out a couple of calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together.

On cue, Fallon bounced on her again, but Mikayla mostly managed to keep the thought off her mind, instead letting her face settle in determination with her eyebrows knit and lips pursed. She wasn't just going to submit to this hold, like her body seemed to want. She avoided crying out in pain again at the bouncing, trading more submissive noises for a few groans of effort as she planted her hands beneath her shoulders. It caused her more pain to contort in such a way. "Gmmmmmmmh! You're...going...to...get...off..." She strained what few muscles she had in position to strain as she pushed her face and chest up off the mat, sweat dripping from both all the while, and got her elbows underneath her as props. She stuck out her tongue, trying to bite back any distractions and focus on what she was about to do, which was going to hurt.

Then, in an effort that caused her to scream out, she rocked her entire body in Fallon's grip, thrusting herself forward and jostling them both. Then she did it again and screamed. And again. And again. The whole attempt got her only another couple of feet closer to the ropes and sent shooting pain all the way up her back to her neck, but Mikayla, tiring significantly from the work, kept with it. If she kept doing this, she would either reach the ropes...after a while, or maybe throw Fallon enough off balance that she could reach back and pull the girl down or throw her down with the strength in her legs.

Screaming again, she threw herself to the side slightly this time, hoping she felt an ankle slide free of Fallon's arms.

Fallon had Mikayla trapped, and she giddily bounced on her blonde friend's back, putting strain both on her spine and on her bent legs as she did so. Mikayla's pleas were getting cuter by the second, and Fallon was not about to let her go and let all of that adorable moaning come to an end! "You can give up, Mikki-tikki-tikki!" Fallon would taunt, as she felt Mikayla start to move around more underneath her, obviously trying to lift up.

Suddenly, they lurched backwards, as Mikayla would drag herself and Fallon towards the ropes using her hands and elbows to propel her along. It must have been even more painful than just lying still, and Fallon was once again impressed with Mikayla's toughness. The girl was screaming, an obvious testament to how much she was hurting, but her struggles were only getting stronger.

Fallon was starting to think that she should stand up and drag Mikayla back towards the center of the ring—they were getting a little too close to the ropes for the Californian's taste—when another lurch managed to surprise her by going to the side as well as forward. Fallon felt one of Mikayla's legs slip out of place. "Hey!" she would exclaim, looking over her shoulder, reaching with her hand to try to grab onto Mikayla's foot so that she might pull it back into place.

"Mmmm...not...gonna...happen..."

As horrible as it felt, the increased pain in Mikayla's lower torso and upper legs was strangely helping her keep focused on how badly she wanted and needed to get out of this hold instead of anything else. A few in the crowd sounded like they were really getting behind her efforts, as well, calling out every time she screamed and furthered her escape to the ropes. Her legs felt like nubs at this point, with her leaning into the hold and crawling, but with every thrust forward onto her palms or elbows, she was one step closer to getting out. All that mattered was getting out, because if she stayed in this hold, she really was going to have no way to resist Fallon's finishing the match.

Even though it hurt even more, lunging to the right had succeeded exactly as Mikayla had hoped it would. As tired as both of her legs were, she felt one of them slip from Fallon's grip and rattle against the canvas, and the moment it did, Mikayla shot into action. Fallon brushed against her foot, but Mikayla pulled that foot up towards her upper body to keep it away from the brunette. Now with more leverage on the mat as the Californian had grasped for her foot, Mikayla scowled and put all of her force into trying to turn herself over. "Nyaaaaa!" It did not fully work, and her still-trapped leg suffered even more for it as it was bent to the side slightly, but Mikayla did manage to get on her side. She used that position to clamber further towards the ropes, and kicked her free leg at the back of Fallon's leg, hoping she could drop her friend with a sharp blow to the back of the knee.