Four Corners Match - Peyton McKee vs Sig

Peyton had managed to fight off Sig and didn't take any time to gloat over it. It wasn't nice looking, but the flurry of strikes scared the smaller girl from trying to do what she wanted to. McKee would then aim to throw a punch directly towards the blonde's solar plexus. Peyton just wanted to slow down the blonde and, upon doing that, she was confident that she could start throwing Sig around no problem. It was the half-baked plans on the fly that McKee specialized in, and they worked out for her often enough.

"Nnghh...!" Sig grunted as she felt one of Peyton's strike hit her midsection quite hard, sending her rolling away from the girl just before she planned to do it herself. "Aughh..." the blonde groaned while rolling around a bit on the mat, holding her sore belly with one hand.

She would try to pick herself up to her hands and knees, not wanting to be a sitting duck just yet to her opponent. The pain slowed her down, but she didn't really have a better alternative at the moment.

"Yup, this is what we call a Peyton McKee 'McWhoopin'." said Peyton after watching the blonde roll away after her punch. Peyton was looking confident and in control, a grin on her face as she continued to follow up. Peyton was happy to see Sig down on her mat, getting to her hands and knees, and went to grab Sig by her arm and bring her into a suplex position. If successful, she'd go for her sitout front suplex to really smash the smaller girl on her chest and face.

Still not ready to defend herself properly, Sig was easily pulled by Peyton, who'd then lift her up and slam her down back to the mat! The blonde groaned as she crashed on her front, her smaller figure bounced and rolled after her not so smooth landing, placing her on a sprawled position. She panted and moaned a bit, feeling quite stunned and disoriented after the slamming.

"Guhh... oow..."

Peyton sat in front of Sig, smirking as she looked at the stunned girl. She then proceeded to reach to the back of Sig's top to undo it. She might as well get this started right. While she would try to take off Sig's top, she would also try to lock in a front facescissors, getting Sig's face very close to her nethers. "So I'm ready for some fun, how about you?" asked Peyton cheekily, loving the early advantage she had in this match.

Sig could feel Peyton starting to remove her top but she was still a bit too dazed to stop the girl at the moment. It's not like clothes would stay for too long in a match like this anyways.

The redhead then put her legs besides her head as well, trapping her in a scissorhold. Sig grunted, her hands would try to pry those legs away, but it might not be too hard for Peyton to secure her lock if she really wanted to considering she was stronger. She could smell the faint scent of the girl's crotch as it was, which made her blushed slightly as she realized just how close her features was from Peyton's nether region.

"Nnnghh... mmmrrr..." Sig hissed, staring at her opponent defiantly in response to her question.

Peyton managed to release the top from Sig, baring her chest. She dangled the top in the air for the benefit of the crowd before tossing it over her shoulder and instead focusing on the scissors hold, forcing Sig's face directly into her crotch and grabbing at the blonde's hair with a hand, smirking. "How's the view down there babe?" asked Peyton with a laugh. She leaned back with the face scissors and ran a hand over her chest. She had to admit, she enjoyed the feeling of the smaller woman's face against her crotch. Then, if only to see what kind of reaction she'd get, she rolled her hips a little to grind her crotch into Sig's face a bit. And maybe a little bit for her own sexual benefit too.

"P-pretty good..." Sig replied somewhat dryly, still trying to loosen the scissor hold.

She then felt the redhead starting to roll her hips, rubbing her features with that bikini clad crotch. Sig grunted a bit, her blush went deeper, her effort to free herself was disrupted quite significantly all of a sudden. She shook her head a little, somewhat protesting, although in the end what she did only made Peyton's crotch grind against her face some more.

"Mnngg..."

A shiver went up Peyton's spine when Sig's face was moving against her crotch. She bit her lip and figured that maybe she shouldn't let herself get too excited. Not yet anyway. The redhead released Sig from her hold and scooted back a bit. [color=#ff0000]"Come on, babe. Don't enjoy it too much already." Peyton winked at Sig and then hopped up to her feet. She would then grab the German girl by her arm and attempt to yank her up on her feet. And if successful, McKee would simply take the time to bat around Sig's now bare breasts playfully with her hands, teasing the blonde. She had to admit, Sig had a very nice pair on her. And Peyton would be sure to enjoy them throughout the match.

Sig groaned as Peyton released the hold, partly disappointed she didn't get to feel the girl's crotch for a bit longer. Still a bit weakened from the scissoring, she remained on the mat while nursing her neck, or at least that was what she intended to do until the redhead hauled her up. Sig kinda braced herself for whatever the girl planning to do, only to moan and twitch instead as she felt Peyton simply teasing her exposed breasts, making them jiggling with her playful slaps.

"Nnn...! Ah... you..." she half whined, before attempting to lunge forward to ram herself on the redhead, intending to take her down again or push her back.

The only flaw with that was that they weren't too far out to generate enough of a momentum that'd help her effort. Not to mention that their height difference would only make Sig's face pressed a bit against the girl's chest if she couldn't take her down.