Barb Wire vs The Sorority Sisters - Elimination Tag Mania

Brittney smirked at how she had managed to get under Barbara's skin. She needed to tag and reached down to slap Madison on the back to make herself legal in the match. Slipping through the ropes she just managed to duck from her rivals grasp because if she hadnt, she would have been choked out, such was the anger inside Barbara.

Brittney looked to get behind her rival and clasp her hands around over rivals waist, if this worked she would try to push and bully her toward the ropes before switching to pull and roll back.

With any luck, Brittney would end up sat on her rival's thighs for a pin attempt in a small package. Of course, and this was not lost on Brittney, her round bottom would be hovering directly over Barbara's face.

"Count!" she would demand to the ref, adding "You know Barbara, stop struggling and you'll get a reward..." referring to the possibility of a smother.

It was fair to say the sisters were in full flow of taunting and teasing but this was the point in the match were they usually got too confident and ended up losing the upper hand.

Sayuri could only watch as Barbara managed to run right into the enemy corner, shaking her head a little bit in the process when the girl got promptly rewarded for doing something stupid by getting rolled up. She also knew that she could not really stop her if she did not command her word for word and stupid stuff like this was bound to happen anyway, and if she commanded her around already, her big goofy would rely on it and maybe even stop doing things on her own.

"Gghhn!"
Getting rolled in was something Barbara was not really used too, but she knew how to escape it and kicked out violently to break free off the small package.

Brittney pushed down as much as she could, but she was hardly the heaviest of girls and so was promptly kicked off from the pinning hold and ended up kneeling next to Barbara. Brittney looked to seize the opportunity by reaching for a whole load of hair and getting up, she wanted to drag Barbara up to her feet where she could attempt to control her rival with a side headlock

However Brittney would be very wary of her rival who was full of tricks and possibly a bit stronger than the sister

"You are just making this worse for yourself you stupid cow!" Brittney said looking to pile on the verbal pressure to cover the fact her physical game was not great.

Things surely did not look very well, but Sayuri was not really worried at this point, Barbara was not so easy to defeat, that was something she was very sure.

"Rrrhh!"
Barbara was not very fond of people who pulled at her hair and a little stunt like that with the small package. Grunting when she was put into the side head lock, the big Blonde was again in a very rare position. She would attempt to hit her opponent with one of her fists into the back to entice her to let go of Barbara so that she could send her into the roped with a hard push and follow up with a running clothesline.

Brittney was buying some time for her partner to recover, or so she thought. The sister was about to bully Barbara over to her corner when the dull thud landed on her lower back. "AGGHHHH bitch!" she gasped aloud and duly let go of the headlock. This gave the team of Barb Wire all the space they needed.

Brittney found herself whipped over to the ropes, grunting as the plastic coated cables hit her back and catapulted her back towards Barbara. The sister could do nothing about the clothesline which had added impact from Barbara's momentum.

THUMP! Brittney hit the canvas with a pained expression on her face. Her hands coming to clutch and sooth her large chest which took the brunt of the move.

*cough.. "GAWD!" Brittney gasped. She could hear Madison saying something... was it a warning, motivation? Brittney couldnt make it out over the roar of the crowd. Try as she might she couldnt get up, she needed some air.

The satisfaction of Barbara was nearly touchable when she saw how her clothesline crashed into Madison. Snorting out like a bull that had crashed right into a group of butchers in training, she turned around to face the girl.

Now that was the Barbara Sayuri knew and loved. Ruthless in her pursuit of an opponent or a nice offer in a fashion catalogue, vicious in her demeanor when something or someone ruined her Saturday morning coffee.
"Barb, over here!"
She yelled while making a sign that her partner should tag her in and after that grab the ankles of her opponent so that Sayuri could come in the match with a springboard leg drop.

Brittney lay on the canvas still trying to get her breath from the impact. She found herself pulled by the legs and dragged to the corner, the corner of Barb Wire!. Brittney held her hands up to try and stop or protest, not that it would do any good.

"No no.. wait.... Maddy....!" She called out for her tag partner, who may as well have been in another federation she was that far away. Brittney heard the tag and watched wide eyed as Sayuri soared high into the air. She knew this was going to hurt and Brittney prayed it would hit her tummy or even her sore breasts, because if it hit her face she would be near KO'd and wide open for the follow up. She also knew her tag partner would be unable to help, and worst, potentially on her own to face them both.

If Sayuri would have known that her opponent was in such a precarious situation, she would have probably aimed for a springboard big splash instead of a leg drop, but so she hit straight at the body with her leg drop, using Brittney as an improvised cushion to soften her fall.
After she had rubbed her butt a little, she would roll on the other girl and pin her breast to breast, purring lightly.
"Hm, this is totally worth any anger in this match."

Barbara would let go of the poor girl and step outside of the ring with a dagger like glare in the direction of Brittney. She hated to be made a fool off, and even more from some supposed brainiac who made her college courses with better grades than a meager D.

The impact hit hard and Brittney gasped aloud "UUGGFFFF" she flopped to the canvas and rolled onto her back, playing right into Sayuri's hands. She moaned and bit her lip as she found herself pinned down.

The ref was quick to drop and slap the canvas for, "ONE!" Brittney struggled and squirmed, she could feel her rivals nipples and in all truth she did like the close contact. "You know, I could make this worth your while..." she purred back, forgetting that this was a) a match and b) they were not alone.

As the ref counted, "TWO" Brittney realised she needed to do something and soon, she lunged her head forward and looked to land a kiss directly on Sayuri's lips. If it didnt break the count, it would at least annoy Barb, and maybe send a message that she wanted a lot more from her rival after match sometime.

Brittney moaned and was lost in the moment, while Madison was going nuts outside in their corner. "For God's sake Brit, kick out!" Madison was scared that she could be left alone facing both Sayuri and Barb.

"You are already making this worth my effort."
The Japanese answered with a little smile and a glimmer in her eyes. Brittney was the kind of girl Sayuri liked. Young, smoking hot, willing to be sexed up and pinned under her. It would have only been better if they had both been nude. And Barbara not watching them of course, it was always a lot of hard work for Sayuri to make her join in such fun.

The referee was already counting the girl out when she came up with a surprising kiss, making a surprised Sayuri struggle for long enough to break the cover. She could maybe just have kissed back, but then would they surely lose this match by DQ because Barbara would maybe leave her hanging and go into the back to skulk a little.