Baylee vs Oya (no contest)

Baylee saw some movement with the corner of the eye, and turned rapidly her head to face Oya. Instead, what she faced was a high-speed elbow coming towards her face. She didn't even had time to blink before the direct hit right between her eyes.

"OUCH!"

The impact made her break the pin and sent her rolling once before stopping, laying on her back. She had both hands on her face, trying to stop the throbbing. Baylee could only see tiny lights sparkling before her, oblivious to the fact that her opponent was now free from her grasp.

Oya was quick to roll into a crouch, glaring at her rival as a lioness regards her prey. The last of the dizziness was fading. The headache persisted, throbbing throughout her skull, but it served to heighten the fighters anger just as much as it distracted.

The African wrestler was quick to move in, kicking Baylee's legs apart before kneeling down between them. She pressed her body close, the taut definition of her abdominal muscles pressed right between the younger girls thighs as the silver haired grappler began to wrap her arms around the other wrestlers body.

If Oya succeeded she would punish Baylee's already tortured midsection with a grounded bear hug.

Baylee was still dizzy from the elbow hit and didn't notice Oya approaching until it was too late, and found herself between the african's arms under a firm bearhug. Her waist and back started to ache again, remembering her of the previous bodyscissor, and this time they were getting red from the pressure. Her arms were also trapped in the bearhug, lowering her chances to escape. She'd soon be in a world of torture.

In an almost desperate fashion, Baylee tried to lift her legs and lock them behind Oya's back in a bodyscissor while being held tighly and closely to her opponent. Their breasts were now rubbing at each other, and she unconsciously let a little moan while facing Oya at only some centimetres of her face.

Oya felt those legs lock around her waist and reacted at once. The taller girl tensed her strong arms for all they were worth, applying slow, crushing pressure around a part of Baylee's body that had already suffered.

Her stark blue eyes, such a contrast to the rich mahogany of her complexion, stared right into the rookies eyes. "I've got you." She said in a voice little more then a whisper of that sultry accent. She squeezed again, only to relax her arms ever so slightly, and then tighten them once more, trying to deny Baylee the ability to draw a proper breath. If the rookie was fighting simply to breathe, there wouldn't be much strength in those legs of hers.

Oya was relentless, but worse.. with every pulse of her arms their soft breasts mashed against each other. The African's nipples grew hard from the friction, all the more noticeable since Oya never bothered to fix her top, grinding her diamond hard nipples against Baylee's own through the fabric.

Baylee now faced Oya with half-open eyes. She didn't even notice the taunt, more concerned in escaping from the lethal hold. When Oya slightly relaxed her arms, Baylee took a deeper breath, knowing what would follow.

And she was right. Oya squeezed her with even more strength, and her midsection felt like it was burning. A slight trail of drool rolled over Baylee's cheek - which showed that she wasn't bothering to swallow anymore, panting heavily at Oya's face. She poured all of the remaining strength at the bodyscissors, but even so they got weaker by the second because of the lack of oxygen. Her covered nipples were now erect too, but the pain overcame the arousal. Baylee was now feeling light-headed, and if her scissors didn't work she'd soon slip into unconsciousness.

Oya winced, grinding her teeth against the incessant squeeze of those legs around her waist. Thankfully Baylee's grip on her was weakening, slowly succumbing to the vicious bear hug and the harsh body scissor earlier in the match. Oya watched the younger girls face, gauging the other wrestlers reactions to every violent pulse of her arms. She poured all her strength and focus into the attack, struggling to ignore the constant, throbbing pain at the top of her head.

The African wedged her body closer until the two fitted perfectly against each other, only the contrast in their complexions showing where one sweaty tangle of limbs ended and the other began. Her breath warm against the Canadians face, Oya tensed her arms one more time in an attempt to put her younger rival out.

The ref girl, however, concern on her cute face, bent close over the pair, asking Baylee over and over again if she wanted to give up and submit.

Unable to fight back, Baylee finally undid the bodyscissors. She was coughing and her breathing slowly dimmed. She couldn't even hear properly the ref's words, but through the half-open eyes she recognized the gestures. She was already too weak to talk, and drawed her very last strengths to shake her head, partly to deny her submission but also in a struggle similar to the one of a victim of a snake's bite, a last struggle for life. However, her head was shaking dangerously near to Oya's own damaged head.

Oya couldn't imagine anything at all keeping her from victory at that point, until Baylee's forehead smacked suddenly into her own, completely by accident. A sharp, sudden pain caused the african to release her grip, rolling over onto her side. Somewhere in the back of her mind Oya feared she might have ended up with a concussion from that DDT before, or at least something close to it, that one offense move causing her a terrible amount of grief at the moment. The ref girl came over to check on both of them, concern on her cute features.

(sorry about the delay, I couldn't get into the forum for a few days for some reason)

(it's okay, no stress)

Baylee felt something bonking against her head, and then for some unknown reason her opponent finally let go of the grip. She stayed on the mat, with her eyes closed, and for some time her only movement was her belly going up and down as she gulped down the welcome fresh air. The previous elbow strike also had its consequences (although not as serious as the one Oya was dealing with), and now she had a throbbing head and an aching waist.

The ref lifted her right hand three times to verify if she was unconscious; only in the third time could she hold her hand on the air. After restoring her oxigen supply, she would slowly try to get on all fours.

((Sorry, I'm pulling back, this is getting too long. It seems you won't be reading this anyway))