Team Edgeworks [D] vs Allison Tumbleweed

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This was absurd! In the indies the sadomasochistic tag team had been able to take on middleweights before with the strategy. Mikoto'd tire them out and get beat up and Clair would get in there and knock them down, either with her kiss or with an ass kicking. But here, with the debut of their now named team, they were getting torn apart. The masochistic half had been beaten up, and their cowgirl opponent barely seemed to break a sweat. And when they had a second of an advantage, it had vanished just as quickly.

Clair knew that if she could just land a kiss on this southern fried bitch, get her special lipstick on the girl who had been womanhandling them to get her all hot and bothered, the fun could really start. But that seemed nearly impossible right now. Her first attempt had Allison trapped in Mikoto's full nelson, only to quickly escape and knock her for a loop. And when she had tried to counter the southerner's approach with her lips she'd ended up getting tossed down hard. The sadist would end up on her back, her face contorted in pain and holding her pained back. Allison definitely had to be having a laugh at the sight of her.

Things quickly went further down hill as the pain struck Canadian was put into a camel clutch, pulling back so far her head nearly faced the ceiling. 'Thank you, years of stripping and pole dancing,' she'd think sarcasitcally. GHkk!! AARGHHH!!!" Clair's teeth grit as she tried to ignore the pain. Allison, feeling full of herself, decided to taunt her. HER!! She pushed through the pain, glaring up at her tormentor. "Something... weak like... this? HA! Nice... try.... But you'd have better luck... tipping yourself over, cow!" Yeah, even in this situation she wasn't going to stop trying to stab into the slab of meat called Allison.

Clair's legs pushed against the mat, trying to push herself forward towards the ropes or wriggle Allison off, whatever she could figure out. She was not going to give the bitch on top of her the satisfaction of making her tap or give up!

Meanwhile outside the ring, Mikoto was finally getting back up, using the apron to do so. While she still preferred Clair's treatment, she'd be lying if she didn't say the southerner's harsh handling hadn't put a damp spot on her panties. She was actually a little anxious to get back in the ring, and hoped Clair hadn't hogged all the fun for herself.

Back up, the masochist saw the state of things. And Allison was right, the Japanese girl was very jealous, even puffing her cheeks a little. Well, that just meant she'd have to be ready. Getting back on the rindside, the ravenetter would go and get behind Allison, ready to run in and attack the cowgirl in case Clair couldn't, more likely wouldn't if Mikoto was right, escape the clutch. And maybe Allison or Clair would put the pain on her after. Oh, she could only hope.

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Even here, trapped in a no doubt agony inducing hold such as this at the hands of the cowgirl. Clair would still find a way to run her mouth. Honestly, Allison was beginning to believe that it was a coping mechanism for getting her ass handed to her more than anything else. And with the comments she was making, it was a surprise to many that the cowgirl wasn’t lashing out with every word the smaller blond spoke.

The reason why funnily enough though, was that despite all the awful things Clair was saying to get a rise out of Allison. She wasn’t exactly original. All the things she said the cowgirl was sure she heard before from either toxic fans or other mean girls like her. So when more vitriol spilled out of Clair’s mouth, Allison simply smiled politely, and cranked her head back even further than before!

”Careful now sweetheart! Don’t want ya to accidentally bit your tongue off with all that talking. And trust me, with the position I’m in, it would be really easy. So I would suggest keeping that mouth shut, unless the next thing you’re gonna say is. I. Give. Up!” she said as she yanked back as hard as she could, bending Clair’s back even further than before and completely overpowering the measly attempts at escape she had made!

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Things looked dire for the Canadian sadist, unable to either shake Allison off of her, nor move closer to the ropes. In respose to her unoriginal jabs - Canadians are known for their politeness, not original insults after all - the hold was only tightening, Clair's body bending in a c-shape as her face looked up at the arena lights and the southerner no doubt enjoying the position of power. Sitting on the normally dominant Clair, like a throne, pulling her head back and straining her neck and spine. "F-fuck.. your bitchin' strips-GGGHHH!!!!!" The smaller blond sneered and grit her teeth, brain struggling to figure out a way out while the ref remained close and kept an eye on things.

"Do you submit?" The ref girl asked her. All Clair could do was shake her head, before Allison pulled back more. It was likely a shock how far back she was able to be bent, thanks to her old profession. It wasn't anywhere near a contortionist level, almost becoming a perfect 'c' in her shape, but it was a lot farther than most wrestlers would probably be able to go. "GG-GGRRHH!!! GFWWWAAANNNNNGGH!!!" Her pride prevented her from saying the words Allison wanted to hear, but after many agonizing seconds, Clair finally broke. Her hand tapped quickly on the cowgirl's thigh, knowing it was her only option to finally escape. It seemed that the match had finally ended, with Allison the winner.

And yet the bell wouldn't ring. Allison may have gotten the tap out, may have turned this match into almost essentially a squash match, but unless the ref declared the match over it wouldn't be official. And unfortunately, the stripe wearing girl was preoccupied. While Clair had shaken her head, unable to utter a word by then, Mikoto was back up and ready to get back in. Given the situation in the ring, it looked like they were going to lose. And knowing just how much victory would mean to her sadistic girlfriend, the ravenette got into the ring ready to run and interfere. The ref saw this, and approached her, telling her to get back outside and into her corner. The masochist refused, trying to get around the official and saver Clair.

The exchange lasted to and well past Clair's tap out, and didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Even with the threat of disqualification. This meant Allison would either have to keep the hold locked and hope the official did her job before her arms got tired, or try to get the ref to turn her attention back to them. Whichever she chose, Mikoto's interference was doing its job and making sure the match wasn't declared with Allison the winner.

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Allison knew that the end was near, that Clair was at the end of her rope. Sure the blonde tried to hide it with some desperate bravado but the signs were all there. With the referee right next to her and with the cowgirl pulling back further than ever before. The poor girl was left with little choice in the matter. So just as the cowgirl thought that she would need to pull back a little more, Clair tapped.

”There we go darlin! Was that so hard? No one likes to lose Ah know but it’s better than having back promotions later in life don’t ya think?” Allison said as she finally released Clair from her grasp and stood up to her feet. Only. It was then that she noticed that the bell hadn’t rung, or that her theme was playing. Quirking and eyebrow, Allison turned in search for the referee.

It wouldn’t take her long to find her though, as both she and little loudmouths partner were both making a scene at the moment. With Mikoto trying to get inside only to be stonewalled by the lady in stripes. Rolling her eyes at it all, Allison would turn around and make her way towards them with the intent on telling the ref that her opponent had given her submission. Unfortunately it seemed that the ref was a little too preoccupied at the moment to notice.

Leaving the cowgirl with her back turned from the girl she just had in her grasp.

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Clair was frustrated as her hand tapped furiously. She was the one who dealt the pain to the dumb broads that crossed her path. Not the one who got her ass kicked like she was a tree that refused to produce sap. Even though she'd tapped out, the Canadian planned to give this grits for brains a hell of a time when she was doing whatever it was Allison had in store for her POW with them.

And yet as she flopped onto the ground, holding her aching back from being bent far enough back to star up at the ceiling for as long as she was, there was no bell, no theme, no signs that the match was over. It took a moment for her to realize it, but when she had she couldn't help the little laugh that came as the southerner also understood what happened. "'Bout time she does her fucking job..." Clair muttered as she rolled over and sat up, looking over in amusement at the sight near Edgeworks' corner.

Mikoto still tried getting around the ref, despite all the warnings the official gave her. Though in reality it was a mere ploy. The masochist was the one who dealt with pain, not her blond girlfriend. She wasn't certain how long Clair would last, if long at all, so she had to step in. While the ravenette gave the ref a hell of a time doing her job, it worked. Clair tapped out, Allison believed she had won for the briefest of moments before noticing what was going on, and then coming over to get the striped girl's attention back on the match.

Finally, after looking around the cowgirl and seeing her girlfriend get back up, MIkoto raised her arms and finally let up, going back behind the ropes slowly. She gave no apologies, no sign of remorse - but that could be excused by the lack of emotions - and just looked Allison with a deadpan gaze. "Got you."

That was the only words of warning the southerner would be given before the Canadian half of their tag team grabbed a fistful of the taller blond's golden locks and pulled back, bending her backwards. Unless Allison would be able to react first, Clair would strike like a cobra and plant her emerald lips upon the cowgirl's own. It wouldn't be just a brief kiss, oh no. After all the struggling her tag team had done to get any kind of momentum, the cowgirl wouldn't just be left with a kiss that passed by like her last name. Clair pushed her tongue into Allison's mouth, pressing down and pinning the taller blond's own down as she explored her mouth and smeared her special lipstick all over Allison's lips.

Whenever Clair was finally satisfied, she'd pull her face away and keep a hold on the southerner's hair. She wanted to see the look on her face as the aphrodisiac took effect and overwhelmed her, see her knees turn to jelly from a little ol' kiss. And more importantly... "Did you enjoy my little French-Canadian kiss, rodeo whore~?"

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Allison left Clair by the wayside as she stood up and made her way over to where the commotion was. The referee doing her absolute best to keep Clair’s raven haired partner outside of the ring. The referee was even threatening to disqualify the team if Mikoto didn’t get back into her corner. But even that didn’t truly phase the smaller girl as she looked blankly at the referee. That is… until she caught sight of Allison making her way towards her.

The cowgirl couldn’t stop her brow from quirking as she heard the ravenettes words. Got her? “What are you-. she began only for her to feel a sudden grip on her hair from behind! Allison would barely even have time to gasp before she was bent backwards and face to face with an enraged, yet strangely smug Clair. Whose lips then crashed into hers with a zeal that shocked the cowgirl.

Immediately Allison could feel her fellow blondes tongue shove down her throat. Her own muscle trying to fight back but with her position it was literally an uphill battle. And it wasn’t just her tongue that was working, Clair’s lips were in the fight too. Smearing her green lipstick all over the cowgirls mouth without even a care. And the cowgirl couldn’t help but feel a strange smoothness underneath. Was… was that wax?

Finally their lips separated and Clair asked how she liked it with her usual insulting vocabulary. Her face smiling as if she knew something the cowgirl didn’t. But aside from being a little breathless, Allison felt fine. And would proceed to show her opponent as she yanked away Clair’s arm and would spin her around until she was pinned against the nearby ropes! Her forearm against her neck.

“That was a pretty nice kiss darlin. But it’s gonna take a lot more than that to put me down ya hear?” she responded as she looked at her opponent in the eyes and…… and.

Boy. Was it getting hotter in here or something?

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Clair smiled as she looked down on Allison. The cowgirl had tried to fight back during her dominating kiss fruitlessly. And her green lipstick, smeared all over the southerner's lips, actaully looked good on her. Not as good as it looked when it was applied correctly on the Canadian, but it was a close seventh. She stared in anticipation as she awaited its effect taking hold over Allison. How it would make her legs grow weak, her defiance gone and finally let Clair have some fun here. Her legs squeezed together as she stared with a smug smirk, waiting.... and waiting... and waiting...

'OK, what's going on?' The smaller blond thought after a few seconds, while Allison only looked like she was processing what happened. She should have been red faced, headlights poking at her top, and her legs falling beneath her. Had she gotten the formula wrong? Given the wrong list of ingredients to her dealer who made the special lipstick? This couldn't be happening.

Before Clair could vocalize her confusion, ask Mikoto if she grabbed the wrong tube, the woman who should have become her prey sprung to life and removed her hand from her hair. She'd soon quickly change the position of power as she had so many times this match, pinning Clair to the nearby ropes and pressing her forearm against her throat. "G-Grk! What the hell is going on?!" She growled, hands trying to push on Allison's face to force away with little success. "Why aren't you mooing, you fucking cow!" In her frustration, Clair sent a chop right into Allison's boobs. It was merely in an attempt to stun her so the sadist could then push her hands against the cowgirl's udders and push her away from her so she could re-strategize.

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Clearly little blondie here was expecting something different than what Allison actually did. Obviously it wasn’t turning her hold and pinning her against the ropes. And it became clear to Allison then that Clair was becoming more panicked, like the whole master plan she had up and failed. But what was it? It couldn’t have been the kiss could it? Nooo, while a little on the aggressive side Allison had been kissed by both genders in a much better way than this little brat.

Speaking of, it seems that even now the little blonde just refused to shut up. The cowgirl was going to have to do something about that but first she needed to swipe that hand out of her face. ”The hell you talking about you little-!” she began after shoving Clair’s hand away and hearing her ask why she wasn’t mooing. Only to feel the blonde slap her boobs in retaliation.

Which was where the cowgirl froze.

She didn’t know what happened. Yet one moment her body was feeling fine only for it to feel like there was a fire inside of her the next. As if the slap to her chest flicked a switch as Allison would suddenly let out a choked moan that even she wasn’t expecting! A bright blush began to grow on her cheeks and her hold on her opponent wavered.

Why. Why did her body feel so hot?

And worse. Why did it feel good?

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Clair was undoubtedly pissed and confused. The cowgirl should have been emphasizing the first part of her gimmick's name, knees softer than butter for a baked good and her mind just as malleable. And yet here she was, strong as ever and pinning the sadist to the ropes with a forearm to her throat. Her mind raced with reasons why something couldn't be working, but each sounded as ridiculous as the last.

And then she raised her left hand, as her right failed to push Allison away, and slapped the southerner's boobs with all the power her panicking mind could come up with. Clair then would move her hands to press against her opponent's chest to push her away, but she stopped as the taller blond choked out a moan from the slap. Her body froze up, her now blushing face a mix of arousal and surprise. Allison no doubt hadn't expected to make that sound it seemed, and suddenly all the pieces just fell into place. "So that's it, hm~?"

With not only a newfound confidence, but also a sinister grin, her hands quickly changed focus, instead of pushing away they would start squeezing the cowgirl's chest painfully, but if she was right the pain and pleasure would be indistinguishable to her hazing mind. "You're body just didn't take it in as fast I'm used to, likely thanks to your extra weight. And here I was afraid you had some fucking immunity." With control slowly switching her way now, she lightened her grip enough to shake her prey's mammaries in her hands, shaking them as if it would help spread her sexual venom. "I'll have to correct that in case the idiots in LAW put me against another bitch like you. Though the lightweights might just cum if I make it stronger... Maybe I should get a second tube?"

Whether Allison understood her spoken thoughts or not, Clair didn't matter. The longer she kept assault up, the less fight would be in this cowgirl no doubt. She'd frozen from a little slap, and with the sadist's 'harmless' groping her fighting spirit no doubt had to be dead. But just to be safe, she'd attention to where Allison no doubt wanted her to touch most. Giving her crotch a nice, firm grasp, lightly rubbing her through her bottoms, Clair would lean in and whisper so only Allison could hear her. "What do you think, cow~? Do you think my little lipstick drug should be a little stronger~? Ensure no one else can try something funny like you just did~? Or can you even understand a word I'm saying right now~?" Her guard was completely down, certain that Allison wouldn't - no, couldn't think about fighting back right now. Clair didn't think she was that far gone, but she was sure the sudden lust that flooded her bitch's mind and the pleasure she felt with the pain stopped her from thinking of anything else. Was she wrong, as she was moments ago, or would her confidence be proven? The arena waited with baited breath to see if their entertainment would change or remain the same.

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Allison didn’t know what going on, her mind struggled to come up with answers for it but all she could conclude was that a strange heat had bloomed in her body and spread out like a wildfire. Activating every nerve inside of her body and replacing every little sensation within her with intoxicating pleasure. Hell just breathing or slightly moving made it difficult to focus as it made her suddenly ultra sensitive body rub against her own clothes.

Yet while it was obvious the cowgirl knew absolutely nothing about what was going on, Clair seemed to know all too well as her entire demeanor changed when she realized her plan had indeed worked. ”Haaa. W-what are you-iyah! Aaaaahhnnn!” Allison tried to ask in regards to her opponents words, only for a moaning scream to shoot out past her lips as the smaller blonde would suddenly grab two handfuls of her breasts and squeeze.

The cowgirl continued to let out more moans and sounds of pleasure even as Clair loosened up on her squeeze and instead merely jiggled Allison’s breasts in her hands. Not like it lessened the sensation though, if anything it merely enhanced and quickened the spread throughout her body. Her arms would pull away from where they had pinned her opponent and instead lean against the ropes on either side of her head.

Desperately Allison would chew her lip and try to focus passed then multitudes of incredible sensations she was feeling and finally manage to listen to whatever smug words Clair was saying. And what she heard shocked her. Did this little brat do something to her?! Was that why she was so surprised when it looked like the kiss did seemingly nothing to her?

Yet before Allison could voice such accusations, one of Clair’s hands would remove themselves from her chest and instead take hold of her crotch in a firm grasp. The cowgirls blue eyes practically popping out of her skull at the feeling. Her knees nearly buckling as her opponent began to give her still covered sex a nice firm rubbing. And while that was happening she would feel Clair lean in close and whisper the answer to all of her questions. And Allison could do nothing but choke out and an angry retort.

“Y-you l-little ch-cheat. Mmm!”