Diana Accera vs Sylvie Leblanc: Steamy Eurobrawl!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Uhhhh....hhhnnnn..."

The more Diana bucked to beat the pin, the more pleasurable Sylvie found it... and knew it was a race against time as she could feel herself weakening rapidly. Focusing on the Italian beauty's chest, the silver-haired grappler reasoned if she could keep those luscious boobs pinned, the victory would surely follow. Rubbing, kneading, grinding, squeezing, compressing, crushing... Sylvie was using every technique in the titfighting lexicon as she threw her head back and yelled... "That's it, now stay down lover - this one's mine!!!"

Now she just needed to keep her down as the ref called out "One!..."

[Devilish53]

Sylvie may have been weakening, but as opposed to her having to simply continue her press, Diana had numerous more tasks to accomplish. Not only did she have to keep her chest upright and pressed equally into the white haired beauties own, for fear of Sylvie outright mashing it in and earning a response similar to that the white haired girl had given before, but she had to keep the entirety of her body tensed, for fear of being made something of a pancake of. All of this rapidly began to tired the Italian, who felt that her bucking motion up top could only be repeated a handful more times. Where as Sylvie, only had to continue what she was doing...

"TWO!"

"FUCK..NO!" Again her shoulder rose, giving the referee a reason to restart as she briefly gave a headsup to Sylvie herself, before doing just that.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"N..Nghh.." Once more, that top half of Diana bucked, perhaps aggrivating the referee and Sylvie both, as that body refused to remain still. Until of course, it didn't.

That count resuming, perhaps for the final time, Diana knew the moment the 'one' call was once more counted, she couldn't muster that buck of hers again.

"ONE!"

"N..ngh..no!"

"TWO!..."

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Rubbing, kneading, grinding, squeezing, compressing, crushing...

Sylvie gritted her teeth and continued to focus on her best game, knowing well the ultimate differentiation between them was something as simple as the force of gravity: helping keep her opponent's luscious chest firmly under control (along with everything else in her extensive armory!)

And now, with the plucky Italian having bucked out of the pin twice to beat the count, the French wrestler sensed... finally... her opponent was running on empty...

"...THREE!"

"Y..yuuuhhh..YESSS!" This was no punching the air however, as Sylvie simply collapsed on top of her beautiful prostrated opponent, a goofy, dreamy smile on her exhausted face.

[Devilish53]

And just like that, the match was over. Not officially, but it might aswell have been. And Diana knew it.

"Ahh..fucker.." She'd gasp, mostly to herself, disappointed a magic escape option didn't suddenly appear, as she resigned herself to being Sylvie's mattress. Cheek to cheek with the white haired figure, almost falling into a deep slumber there and then, a quick snapping of fingers by the referee would bring about a question Diana already knew the answer to.

"Ladies, can you continue?" Snapping her fingers again, Diana only flashed the official a look, before tilting her head to nudge it against Sylvie's. There was little chance she could stand, let alone continue to fight, but there was no harm in a quick tease.

"Wanna go again...?"

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Sylvie could hardly believe the question. So set had she been on winning the pin, she'd almost overlooked the Ironwoman Match stipulation: Match Ends When Both Wrestlers Fall To Fatigue/Pass-Out.

Well, guess we haven't passed out yet, the silver-haired grappler mused to herself... but the Fatigue clause could kick in any minute. But just to make sure of things, she cemented her hold on Diana with a sexy grapevine while flexing and stretching out those exhausted limbs.

Feeling more secure on top now Sylvie grinned lopsided, her eyelids starting to droop properly as exhaustion set in. "We can carry this on... long as we're still conscious... I'm n-not planning on going anywhere...hmmm?"

[Devilish53]

The stipulations stated technically, the fight could continue, but Diana knew more than anyone that rules such as this could be wavered. Or, near enough adhered to simply for the state of either woman. And given the rules themselves had relation to fatigue, Diana found herself nodding to the referee, deeming her suggestion for a ending, even one in Sylvie's favour, but one that would save either figure from going on and passing out needlessly. It was only with a monstrous miracle did Diana honestly think she could even out the scores anyway.

"Oh..certainly...though I think the match is yours..." She'd hum, the referee looking to Sylvie, in the off-chance the white haired beauty wanted another ring bout.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Sylvie smiled as she heard her sexy opponent finally concede the match and nestled her head into Diana's shoulder. "Let's call it a day. Mind you, I think this could easily have gone either way and maybe I was lucky to win top position this time round."

They lay entwined for a time then, wearily, the silver-haired woman raised herself up so that their clammy breasts sucked apart and separated. She smiled down, stroking a lock of Diana's dark hair away from her damp forehead. "After all that I need a good drink, you comin'?"

[Devilish53]

Almost wincing as Sylvie parted frames with her, Diana only found a little breath returning after no-longer being sandwiched. She was eager to take up that offer, but given her body currently would not move on its own, it was somewhat difficult to portray it.

"D..Damn right...just give me...a hour or two..." She'd grin, panting quite literally as her hands came to her sweat covered forehead, before slowly but surely trying to sit-up.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Sylvie smiled as Diana made to sit up. The French wrestler knew exactly how it felt, aching all over with sweat streaming off her exhausted body. With a stiff shrug she reached down and held out her hand. "Here, let me... if you don't mind, of course!"

Gazing into Diana's blue eyes she found herself hoping once they'd recovered and showered off it might lead somewhere interesting...

[Devilish53]

With Diana accepting that offer, and the two toned figures leading one another out, the referee herself was left in quite a stir. The encounter moments before had seemed to be the sort that could have easily have ended in near injury given the ferocity both women were going at one another. And yet, here the two figures paced, with Diana even going so far as to lean and wrap her arm over the top of the victor for both support, and a rather cute tease.

It didn't really need to be stated, but for officiating reasons, left in a ring with nought but sweat, the referee merely called for the bell. Not that it seemed that the match result mattered to either of the fascinated amazons now pacing up the ramp.

WINNER BY VERBAL SUBMISSION: Sylvie Leblanc!