Molly Reed vs. Janet "The Ex" O'Neil

Hentai Submission match
No Holds Barred
Victory Condition: The winning girl shall be the first girl that wins

In a stunning two piece violet bikini, Molly emerged from backstage to the cheers of the crowd. She allowed only a faint smirk to show in the face of the adulation. She loved it, but she was in a role right now. She proceeded to the ring with a practiced, precisely measured strut, climbing just slowly enough to titillate, but not to look as if she was showing off. It was a hentai submission match. One girl would be beaten, fucked senseless, reduced to nothing, and humiliated in front of the audience. And it damn sure was not going to be Molly.

For this production, Molly was fully immersed in the role this part called for, a role that needed precious little research, so deeply was it written in the genes of all women: The alpha bitch. She had stretched backstage. No showing exertion in front of the crowd, just a practiced, lazy disdain for the ring, the audience, and most importantly, her opponent. Slinking to the corner, Molly relaxed in it, awaiting the arrival of her foe.

Janet strutted out with a serious expression on her face, aware of the rules of the match and cost of a loss. She held her stuffed dog by one hand, body gently bouncing in her neon pink bikini, a two piece linked together over her navel by a pair of large brass rings, She gave the odd high five to a crowd member, seeming more concerned with the cameras as she posed and winked for whichever ones she could see nearby. After all, it was what he was missing. It was what she did to his new girlfriend and could do to any of his others.

She climbed between the middle and bottom ropes, giving a last showy twirl that spun her long blond hair around before stopping in her corner, folding her arms confidently at her foe and pushing up her breasts. "I'll having you begging me to stop cumming, Angel," she said, saying only "angel" in English. She understood it was trendy in Japan to do things like that

Molly sneered at her opponent as she waltzed down the ramp. Eugh. Directly at the cameras? Seriously? What an amateur! She brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear and sighed, shaking her head as Janet put on her show of trash talk in the ring. Molly stepped closer to Janet, looking her in the eyes, "Sorry, what did you say? I just heard the yapping of a little bitch about to be put in her place." She glanced down at Janet's not particularly subtle propping up of her chest, "Nice try, but still not even close to a real woman," She scoffed.

"Fair enough. At least you've managed to look like a real MAN," she smirked back, leaning into her and pressing her chest against hers in blatant challenge. "Hope you're ready to get rocked on your ass like another toy of mine."

"Hmph," Molly rolled her eyes dismissively before focusing a piercing gaze on Janet. "Bark bark, little bitch." She met Janet's challenge eagerly, pressing her own ample chest into The Ex's, aiming to slam Janet back.

Janet's stance faltered just so with the replying bust bump, frowning and pressing her chest back into her like a persistant battering ram. If that didn't pay off, though, she'd shift her weight just enough to hit her with a sharp slap across the cheek

Molly held her ground against the chest bump, only giving a slight step.

The slap eliciting a yelp of surprise from her, a look of shock, and then a furious snarl. Molly would reach up and try to rake her nails across Janet's face.

"Yaaaa!" Janet cried out and staggered at the rake, clutching her face and hissing painfully as she turned away, head lowered into her hands and wide open as her eyes quickly watered up from the dirty move

Molly's lips curled into a thin, vicious smile, at the Ex's shriek. Clutching her opponent's blonde locks, Molly would yank her back sharply, pulling Janet back and right into a knee strike by Molly to her back.

"Agghhhh!" Janet howled out as she was pulled into the knee, arching her back and thrusting out her chest unintentionally as she started to fall to her knees from the sting up her spine, assuming Molly would let go of her long enough to fall anyway