Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

Fallon could hear those muffled moans coming from Mikayla, and smirked a little as she listened to them. She felt those puffs of air warming up her nether regions, small quantities of Mikayla's saliva dampening her denim shorts. The blonde's hands, which had been squeezing Fallon's legs in a futile attempt to force her to get off, soon stopped squeezing, merely holding onto Fallon's thighs, before dropping off altogether. The blonde's breathing became more and more labored, but, almost strangely, she didn't seem distressed at all.

"Come on, Mikki, you've gotta tap out, unless you want to get knocked out..." Fallon would insist, looking over her shoulder, seeing only a shock of blonde hair falling in a tangle across the canvas, the whole of Mikayla's face trapped underneath her rear end. It was only a few more seconds, and a few more moans from Mikayla, before the blonde stopped moving entirely. Fallon stayed where she was for a second more, and then, as the referee moved in, she would roll over to the side, getting up onto her knees to look down at Mikayla as the official knelt down beside them.

The ref lifted up Mikayla's arm, and let it fall. She did it again. Meanwhile, Fallon would get to her feet, groaning as she got them under her body and lifted, her whole form protesting the unnecessary exertion. She was exhausted. She was aching. Mikayla had very nearly beaten her, and Fallon considered herself very fortunate to be the winner on this night as she wobbled unsteadily on her two long legs.

The referee got up to her feet as well, grabbed onto Fallon's arm, and raised it in the air. The bell rang, and the crowd cheered. Fallon smiled and raised her other arm, too, to wave. "Wooo!" she called out, turning in a slow circle to soak in the applause of all of the fans assembled there. It wouldn't be long, however, before she would turn her gaze back down to Mikayla.

"I'm going to help her backstage, if that's okay," Fallon would say to the referee, who seemed to have no objection. Together with a couple of staffers, Fallon would lift Mikayla up and carry her carefully out of the ring. It had been an incredible night. Soon, they would have another night hopefully just as incredible, when they went out on the date that Fallon had just won. The brunette's heart thumped a little harder. She loved spending time with Mikayla. That date could not come soon enough.