Traci Albrecht vs. Gail Hatzis

Gail's flailing frustrated Traci's attempt, making her decide to give up on it for now. Instead, she'd grab the girl's hair with two hands, yanking her head back all the way so Traci could lean over and make eye contact.

"Oh, really now~?" Traci said sweetly, before attempting to shove Gail's face forwards and into the mat as hard as she could.

Her struggling worked, or at least, it got Traci to change tactics. "Leggo of the hair, bitch!" Gail's head was craned back was forced to look into Traci's annoyingly smug expression. She'd like nothing more than just bash it into the floor.

In the real world, the opposite happened, and Gail's face was introduced a second time to the mats with a loud impact. It left her quite dazed, groaning in pain. Oh, she was gonna kill this bitch... as soon as she could get back up.

Traci made her way back to her feet, stepping on Gail in the process. It seemed like the girl was pretty weak, and that the green-haired beauty could really take her time here and enjoy this. Spinning on her heel that was incidentally on Gail's back, Traci was now reached down and grabbed one her foe's long, nice legs.

"Hmmm... Let's see how flexible you are..." Stepping off of Gail's back while hooking around the ankle she was holding, Traci proceeded to go for a single-leg Boston Crab hold.

Gail turned her head, feeling Traci's weight shift. "G-get off me... y-you..." Traci's hands had one of her legs now. The words hung ominously, but at least Traci did get off her.

And then her leg was pulled, stretched in a direction it wasn't supposed to bend. "Guugh! L-let go!" Gail tried to sound like she was the one in charge, but in the current position, she wasn't fooling anybody. Her now free arms clawed against the mats, as the painful hold began to do its work.

A bit more successful with this hold, Traci wrenched it back as hard as she could, trying to put Gail in as the most compromising position as possible here. "Hmm... not bad~"

This was far from enough for her sadistic desires, however... Without warning, she raised her free hand high into the air. Even as she continued to smile sweetly for the crowds, Traci swiftly swung downwards, aiming a a rather vicious slap towards Gail's womanhood.

Gail struggled to free herself, but Traci responded by wrenching back even harder, her body bending to Traci's wishes. She could tell this position was compromising by all the wild cheers Traci had earned. "Aah... j-just wait till I get outta here!" Gail thrashed, kicking her free leg against whatever part of Traci she could find.

And then her hand came down, splashing against her body with a soft crack. Followed by a loud squeal. "Aiiee! H-how dare you?!" Did she seriously just let Traci do THAT to her? Gail slapped the floor, doubling her efforts to break free of Traci's powerful arms.

Now that was a pretty good reaction, but it would only make Traci want more. Gail's resistance was starting getting a bit troublesome for her hold, so it seemed some pacification was necessary as well...

"Whoops, my mistake. I really meant to do this~" Traci giggled, raising her arm a second time, only now balled in a fist. Leaning back to bend her victim's body to just the right angle, the green-haired girl hammered her fist down into Gail's crotch!

Traci's fist landed exactly where she'd hoped for. For a second, Gail's body didn't understand what it was feeling. It was a very long second. "SHIIIT!" She shrieked, pain shooting through her entire body.

By the time it started to fade, Gail was left twitching, groaning softly, barely remembering that Traci still had her leg... and probably had much worse planned.

That definitely did the trick. Feeling Gail go a bit limp, Traci decided to release her hold, leaving the brunette twitching on the ground. The crowd roared in approval, eager to see some dirty catfighting happening.

It might be a bit greedy to try this so early, but the green-haired beauty really wanted to play to the crowd, grabbing Gail by the hair and yanking her to her feet. Dragging the purple-haired girl over to the nearest corner, Traci would try to prop her up, hanging the girl's legs up on the middle ropes, spread wide open in setup for a Shattered Dreams kick.

Gail wasn't in any capacity to resist anything Traci was doing. She groaned weakly when Traci yanked her limp body up, forced to follow along, leaning against the turnbuckle. Her legs spread and she ended up hanging from the middle ropes. "Uugh... n-noo... D-don't, please..." Gail pleaded weakly, though she wasn't even sure if Traci could hear her.

Gail dangled from the ropes, her crotch still pounding from the previous blow, her hands instinctively moved downwards, gently rubbing the spot to soothe the pain, much to the amusement of the crowds.