SS 15 Softcore Tournament Round 1: Alyssa Blank Vs. Da-Xia

"BLAST OFF, DA XIA. 3. 2. 1!"

Alyssa grabbed her enemy, thrusting her head between her thighs before she bent down to lift the Chinese girl into the proper position. It was a bog-standard powerbomb, but it would be the end if it hit just right. Would the busty bombshell be able to escape from the Erotic Terrorist's maddened hold, or would she be planted into the mat like a sack of potatoes?

Da Xia was lifted up into the air as she cried out, kicking her legs and trying to grab an invisible ledge to try and save her. Unfortunately, she would come crashing back down to the mat with a heavy slam from the powerbomb. "Gah!" she cried out as she flopped into the mat, panting heavily after the heavy fall.

Alyssa could've swore she came a little when she succeeded in delivering that powerbomb to Da Xia. Finally, after so long, she got what she wanted. Her breathing, which was just slightly less heavy than the Chinese girl's, quickened as she started climbing over her. Purposefully pawing her enemy's bountiful chest, the Bomber flopped over and started smothering Da Xia with her toned stomach!

Da Xia was taken aback by the heavy hit as she was left panting on the mat with her legs spread out after the powerbomb. "Mmmm...!!" Da Xia groaned out as she felt Alyssa's stomach being pushed in her face, immediately trying to shove it off to prevent her breathing from suffering even more, she needed all the air she could get as she attempted to roll back towards the outside of the ring to catch her breath.

Alyssa smiled wildly, her lips almost splitting as she knew she almost had this won. With a growl of satisfaction, she tried to wrap her lightly toned arms around Da Xia's head and trap it. If she could manage that, she was fairly sure that she'd be able to body block her enemy from escaping the ring.

Da Xia's attempt to escape was snuffed as Alyssa wrapped her arms around her head, trapping her face against Alyssa's stomach as Da Xia kicked her legs about. Although it wasn't a hard move to actually escape from, Da Xia decided that she wanted nothing more of this. She didn't care about this stupid tournament and she didn't care about that stupid title. It just a belt with some metal or stuff on it.

Also she wanted nothing more to do with Alyssa as she began to tap the mat, signifying her loss. "Get off of me! I quit! I quit!" she shouted out from underneath Alyssa's stomach.

"Hah! Fuck you, Da Xia!" Alyssa crowed. The psychotic Bomber was giddy with the joy of moving one step closer to that title. To her, it wasn't just a belt. The privilege of holding it would confer unto her a sort of power that only authority could bring. She finally let her enemy go, grinning ear to ear as she stood up.

"I'll be seeing you backstage after I win the title. For now, you better rest up. I'm going to make sure you fucking pay what you're owed."

With venom and honey in her voice, Alyssa bathed in the shower of boos that rained down upon her. Cleansed by the hatred that came her way, she raised one fist into the air and pressed her thumb against it. That'd be her last taunt as the ref girl proclaimed her victory.

Boom, another win added to her record.