Allison Watson vs Ingrid Ulrich

Allison's emerald eyes gleamed. She reached around behind Ingrid's head and hooked her fingers into the girl's mouth, and swept her legs in a horizontal scissoring motion to roll the viking on her stomach and come up on top of her. She knelt on her, one knee across her back and the other on the side of her head, pinning her securely to the mat, and she grabbed her own wrist to pull harder as she wrenched back on Ingrid's cheek.

The crowd could barely tell what Allison was doing, but those that could see cringed in their seats. The referee was momentarily taken aback by the sudden and cruel turn the match had taken, but quickly began to count.

"H-hey! Stop that! One! Two!"

"Nnghuughnn!"

Ingrid had been turned around and pinned to the ground while Allison pulled on her lips. The weight on her head and the pain on her face was a pretty unsettling combination. Her legs kicked as much as she could make them and she pounded her arms against the mat, looking like a child having a tantrum as she hissed through her pried open lips.

Ingrid shut her eyes and reached up, trying to pry one of Allison's hands free.

"THREE! FOUR!"

Allison let go in the nick of time, like she had done a million times before, to avoid being disqualified. She sat upright, casually kneeling on Ingrid's back and the side of her head and let her eyes linger on the referee for a moment before she went back to work.

She stood up, but kept her foot on Ingrid's blonde hair, and with the viking girl still pinned to the mat Allison drew back her other soft, suede boot and punted her toe into the girl's ribs.

Ingrid's head flopped onto the floor when Allison let go. She goraned and pulled her hand up to try and rub her sore mouth when she felt the boot press against her short locks.

She tried to pull away but felt stuck and didn't see the other boot incoming, even as she pushed to her knees.

"Guuuuuh!" She grunted loudly and collapsed back onto her stomach after her body could not naturally roll with the pain. Ingrid panted and began trying to shove her palm into Allison's boot to force it off her hair, even while pinned against the mat.

Allison haughtily gazed down at the struggling girl, but kept her boot planted stubbornly on her hair. She daintily leaned down, to make sure Ingrid heard her clearly, and venomously hissed.

"Had enough already?"

Ingrid continued to force her palm against Allison's boot to try and get her hair free. After a moment she paused and listened to Allison's words. "Nnnnn..." She murmured.

"Heh... HA! Ahahahahah!" She started laughing as she forced her head against Allison's boot as much as she could. "You call this tickling you've been giving me a FIGHT!?"

"Yaaaaaaah!"

Ingrid yanked as hard as she could and pulled her head from Allison's boot. It hurt, but this pain was invigorating. Allison wasn't an idiot if she thought that she was going to finish Ingrid off with that bit. Ingrid did her best to roll away from Allison so she could stand up and keep fighting!

Allison somewhat begrudgingly let Ingrid struggle her way free, but kept up with her while she rolled away and bent to put a hand on the back of her head as she began to stand. Before the girl could get too far from the mat, Allison sharply kicked the toe of her boot straight into Ingrid's right breast.

She wasn't trying to strategically wear Ingrid down, erode her defenses so she could take the win. She only to cause pain, and her appetite was voracious.

Ingrid got to a position where she was on her hands and knees only to feel Allison once again trying to pin her down. She flashed her teeth and grunted but before she could make a move, her big breast was kicked roughly.

"Ouugh!"

Ingrid growled sharply and winced. That one hurt a bit more than she would like to let on. She wrapped her arms around Allison's foot, but it was hard to tell if she was trying to fend off Allison and plan an attack of her own or just give herself a point to rest against for the moment.

Allison put all of her weight forward on the leg that Ingrid grabbed, anchoring it to the mat while the girl grabbed at it. She calmly leaned down and swatted the viking over both ears with cupped hands.

"You're pathetic," she muttered disdainfully. "Each of my boots is worth more than you."

Ingrid's eyes widened as her ears were boxed. The move was disorienting and she let go of Allison's leg, growling as the woman spoke. She didn't know what she was trying to get at, but she didn't care about boots.

She wrapped her arms around the blonde's thighs to help steady herself and then pushed up with her legs, looking to drive her head as hard as she could into Allison's stomach.