Blondes Have More Fun: Gisele LeBlanc vs. Betsy Lincoln

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, fight back. She’d tried to fight back against Tia, and what had that gotten her? Weeks and weeks in the hospital, sitting in a bed while she gnoshed on crappy hospital food. It was easy for someone on a seven match win streak to talk about that sort of thing, but she had to deal with the reality of the situation, where she was getting ragdolled around the ring like she weighed nothing. No amount of cheering was going to change that, nothing was going to save her here. She was just going to get whipped around and beaten again, smashed into nothing, until, until…

She clenched her teeth tight as Gisele lifted her up again, preparing her for a slam. She didn’t know what was coming, but it wouldn’t much matter, since she wouldn’t be in a position to do anything about it. Maybe a powerbomb, or another suplex, or a torture rack, or a…

…hug?

Yeah. Yeah, it was a hug. Not even, like, a bear hug. Just a hug. A close hug, pressing their chests together, with their bodies molding to fit. A hot hug. But a hug.

The referee was confused, the announcers were confused, Troy was confused, Betsy was confused and kind of aroused, but mostly confused. About 60% confused. ”Uuuuuuuh…what?” She shifted around in the hug. ”What is this, what’re you doing?” She looked over to the referee. ”Does this match have some kind of weird stip I missed?”

[Dubski]

Gisele beams happily as Betsy stays in the hug, confused. She giggled and then leaned her face in close to Betsy's cheek, nuzzling it slightly before saying in a low, sensual tone in her French-Canadian accent, "Just... having fun..." LeBlanc would then grind her body against Betsy briefly before squatting down and promptly twirling and planting Lincoln into the mat with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex!

However, as she landed on top of Betsy, the Powderbuff then pressed both hands on Lincoln's shoulders, leaning her head close to hers, perched atop her like a lioness on her prey. She licked her lips before pressing her hips against Betsy's giving her a seductive look into her eyes as her blonde locks cascaded on her. Meanwhile, the referee would get into place and start counting the pinfall!

[BlackAkuma]

So. This was nice.

Really nice, actually.

Gisele reminded Betty of a smaller, realer, younger version of Pamela Anderson Lee, and she could verify that, up close, she felt about as good as you would expect her to. It had been a while since she’d been close to another woman, and while she didn’t have complaints with having a husband to rub against every night, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss the variety.

She bit her lip, tensed up for a second, then loosened and started to rub against Gisele. Just a little. Just a little. ”Okay, this is-”

Betsy was sent skyward before she could really and truly get into it, hammered into the mat with a strong belly-to-belly. Already a bad look, but one that ended with her in a pin, while Gisele’s buff body pressed down on her.

“One!”

Betsy threw her arm up and jerked to the side, freeing herself. She rolled over to her chest and panted hard, with her cheeks flushing bright red. ”Ah, come on, that’s evil!”

It made for quite a display, and none of it was slipping past Troy’s gaze. They’d talked on and off about what they would do in these sorts of…situations, knowing they might come up sooner or later. He just hadn't expected it would happen this soon, or in a standard match, or even with another woman. He’d always suspected Betsy was into other women, too, but never bothered to ask. This was getting close to real confirmation, though.

Maybe he could use it?

Troy rubbed his chin, then slammed his fist on the apron to get her attention as Betsy tried to push her way. ”Come on, Bets, you gonna let her outsexy you like that? You’re the hottest blonde in that ring, show her!”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc's face lit up in amusement when Betsy called her evil after kicking out. "Evil!? There is nothing evil about the way I just made you feel," jested the French-Canadian as she looked over at her panting opponent with a smile. But then she heard Tony shouting encouragement to Gisele, prompting a more gleeful look from LeBlanc. That claim was certainly not going to be one she'd take sitting down.

While Betsy was laying on her front, the Powderbuff went into action and leaped to straddle her shapely behind. "Cheesecake, I'm the hottest blonde in any ring I'm any ring I'm in..." said Gisele before leaning her body down on top of Lincoln, letting her ample bust press against her back before trying to lock in a Sugar Hold, attempting to lock both of Betsy's arms in a seated Full Nelson to bring another series of pain and pleasure to her foe!

[BlackAkuma]

”Heh.”

It wasn’t much, but that was the first laugh that had come through Betsy’s lips in God knows how long. It was a good feeling, she wouldn’t lie. Troy was so lame when it came to jokes like that, but she loved to see the man try. He’d cheer her up or die trying.

She was just about to respond when Gisele pounced on her back, straddling her butt and sliding those tough, wiry arms underneath her shoulders. Her fingers linked in behind her head, and BAM - full nelson, and a solid one at that. With Gisele’s strength, there was just no way she was getting out of that.

Not through sheer force, anyway.

”Really?” She managed another laugh, better than the first. “I dunno, let’s vote on it.” Betsy started to work her leg up, trying to make enough space between them and the canvas to get her knee on. ”Hey, Troy! Who’s hotter, me or her? Show of hands!”

Troy brought one up. ”One for Betsy!”

”And I’ve got two up, so three votes.” Betsy grunted as she tried to twist to the side. ”You gonna vote for yourself, honeybuns?”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc had stayed parked on top of Betsy while she locked in that Sugar Hold, yanking back until Betsy began shouting to her boo as she tried to joking around. It was corny--even for Gisele. She rolled her eyes as Betsy began twisting and turning until she was on her side. Knowing that Betsy was getting increasingly closer to breaking out, the Powderbuff broke the hold and then transitioned into an armbar, sitting up and straddling her foe's side. "Whatever jokes you're having with him really should go through me first," remarked LeBlanc.

"If I vote for myself every time, I'm never wrong though," added Gisele before she attempted to lift a hand up and then threw her open palm towards Betsy's stomach in a slap, hoping to further debilitate her opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy had just started to push her way up, trying to turn this over, when Gisele made her move, whipping them around and transitioning into another hold. She didn’t know what this woman’s history was when it came to fighting - she had power, sure, but it seemed like she had some good technique on top of that. Judo, jui-jitsu, that sort of thing? Never her speciality, and she wasn’t in a mood to find out.

If she wanted to win this thing, if she had any chance, she would need to get up.

First priority was stopping the armbar. Betsy reached out and latched her fingers together, locking them tight to fight the armbar. That was only going to get her so far with someone like Gisele, though, and she could already feel her fingers slipping, pulling apart under the crazy force her foe could summon.

The ropes, she had to make it to them. ”Sorry, didn’t realize there was a screening process.” She worked her leg around, planted her feet, and started to drag them to the ropes. Getting slapped in the stomach made her yelp, but she kept up her progress after that short break, doing her level best to touch the rope when she was close enough.

Just a little more, all she needed was one damn toe…

[Dubski]

Gisele kept the armbar locked in as she kneeled overtop of Betsy, seemingly content to just keep the hold locked in as long as she could. She could see Betsy was starting to drag herself to the ropes and smiled, watching and waiting to see when she finally got her foot to tap the rope. And then, LeBlanc released the hold and rolled back before getting to her feet, brushing herself off as she stood.

Flashing a smile, the Powderbuff waited for Betsy to stand and said, "Ooooh, you're a little bit of a fighter, Cheesecake... That will make it all the more fun when I can just force you to give in entirely to me..." She drifted to a more sensual tone towards the end, accenting it with a giggle. "But for now... let's see what you really have to send my way. Who knows? You may get lucky!"

[BlackAkuma]

Almost, almost, almost, and-

“Rope break!”

Betsy breathed a long sigh of relief as Gisele easy up on the hold, taking the pressure off her tortured right arm. Still hurt, but at least it hadn't come loose, which it felt like it was in danger of doing. Best of all, getting the rope break came with a big benefit: a reset. Something she’d desperately needed.

Betsy pushed up to her feet and leaned on the ropes, rolling her right shoulder as she rose. She gave herself a few quick smacks on the face to help wake herself up, then narrowed her eyes as she stepped forward and moved into her stance. Arms up, tighter than before. Better stance. More animated, bouncing on the heels of her toes.

Left, right, left, right, left, right. Feeling good. ”Lucky?” She smacked her lips, and a smile began to creep tis way along her face. ”Yeah, I just might.”

Betsy hopped up and dashed forward the second her feet touched the ground, closing the gap on Gisele at lightning speed. She threw a jab the instant she was in range, just like the one she’d started the match out with…but instead of following up with another at the same range, she stepped in closer for a jolting blow at her opponent’s face, trying to take her off guard with the distance change and catch her if she tried to move.

[Dubski]

Gisele contently waited for Betsy to get back up with her hands on her knees and a smile on her face. She was perfectly fine to allow her opponent to do whatever she needed to in order to prepare herself again. She was, perhaps, far more charitable than most in LAW in that regard, but LeBlanc always enjoyed a good challenge.

Seemingly psyched up now, Gisele prepares herself for Betsy's upcoming attack. The first was a jab, which Gisele deftly hopped back to dodge, just as she had done prior. However, a second one came right after that the Powderbuff wasn't prepared for, and she took it right on the cheek with a groan.

Staggering back a step before planting her foot, Gisele shook her head once and knew she had to retaliate. And a moment after, Gisele stepped forward again and attempted to catch Betsy with a big European Uppercut. Striking wasn't usually what Gisele focused on, but if she needed to, she had the power behind it to do so.