Felicity Elliot vs. Erin Quinn

[Noob]

Standard Match
Victory by pin, submission, or KO

After coming off from two losses, Erin Quinn's confidence was understandably shaken. In fact while it was quite uncharacteristic of the redhead, she found herself feeling nervous before the start of the match. "Ok...You're fine. Ducky showed you some new moves. And you didn't just sit on your ass. Plenty of training happened!" The Irish brawler would tell herself in an attempt to calm her nerves. While her skills may have improved, it certainly didn't feel like it. "Fuck! Come on! This isn't you. Just get out there and kick ass." She finally yelled to herself. While it had certainly hyped her up, the outburst had possibly frightened a few members of the staff who Erin would quickly apologize too with a blush formed across her face.

Finally though it was time to get down to business. Clad in her green and black top and matching bottoms, the redhead emerged from backstage to cheers from the crowd. While very appreciated she'd try to drown it out and opt to focus on the task at hand. Running to the ring she reached her hand out to give a few high fives out to the crowd. Soon she was at the ring and vaulted herself over the top rope. She landed in the ring with a loud stomp and quickly turned around to face the entrance again.

Today Erin was silent as she waited in anticipation for her opponent to how themselves. She rested her hands on the top rope and leaned forward, letting the ropes hold her weight. "Ok. Who's it gonna be? Fuck it. Doesn't matter. Gotta floor em either way." She mumbled to herself.

Spoiler

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity let out a sigh as she waited to make her way to the entrance ramp. The Black Cat had been having her own run of bad luck in the ring, lately, making her a bit lackadaisical about stepping back between the ropes again. It seemed her recent defeats had spoiled some of Felicity’s sprightly attitude toward competition. Despite the recent acquisition of a new prize when she’d interrupted a photoshoot for her former playmate Ducky, Felicity had still spent most of her time pouting and cat-napping. And while Felicity’s recent attitude had taken her mostly out of the fan’s eyes, LAW management insisted she needed to get back in competition. Felicity just hoped that management would give her a compelling enough reason to get her out of bed and down to the arena …

Then, Felicity’s eyes wandered over to the broadcast monitor, and nearly doubled in size as she saw the scene playing out there. The feed showed Erin Quinn stepping out to the ring for their match, getting an impressive welcome from the fans. “Ooh?” Felicity said, her voice high. The Black Cat’s spine went straight, and her head raised to attention. “Oooh …” she said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. The LAW arena staff motioned to Felicity, and she practically skipped to the entrance ramp to get out to the ring.

Spoiler

“Nyyaaaan!” Felicity cried out, as she hopped up onto the entrance ramp. Nearly bouncing out of her skimpy ring gear, Felicity wasted no time heading down the ramp toward her opponent. The Cat was greeted with jeers from the fans, the pretty girl having firmly enough established her reputation for rule-breaking and outright sadism that the fans didn’t seem to have forgotten. If she heard the fans, however, it didn’t seem to affect her. Felicity didn’t take her eyes off her opponent for a moment, sizing her up. Felicity trotted up the ring steps, and slowly ducked between the ropes to join Erin in the center of the ring.

“Ooh, I just love your top,” Felicity teased. “That is gonna look just darling in my collection, later! Might need to let it out some, though …” Felicity pursed her lips, raising a hand to her chin in faux thoughtfulness. Bending at the waist, Felicity leaned in to bring her eyes just inches from Erin’s chest, tongue poking over her upper lip as she seemed to get lost in thought …

[Noob]

As Erin watched her opponent enter her expression that had at first been filled with nervous excitement quickly changed to one of disappointment. Then as the wheels in her head began to turn it slowly changed into a look of horror for a brief moment. "They...they put me against another cat chick?" She exclaimed out loud. "I know I've lost...a few...but come onnnnn." The redhead whined in frustration to no one in particular. She was just hoping her match this time would end up better than her match with Kat. Regardless management would be getting quite the complaint from her afterwards. Quickly Erin regained her composure, making her way to the center of the ring and letting Felicity enter. Just looking her opponent up and down the first thing she noticed was the lack of what she considered to be appropriate clothing. It was already making her uncomfortable.

At the very least Erin was kind of happy her opponent decided to lighten the mood. "Oh ummm thanks." She started before quickly finding out that there was a follow up. "Hey! Try anything and you'll be seeing stars." She threatened even though that was always the redhead's goal with every match. "IF you win MAYBE I'll give it to you." She soon replied with a slight smirk across her face.

Suddenly the Irish brawler noticed that Felicity was no longer paying attention to her and was now bent with her face just inches from Erin's chest. Her face flushed light red and Felicity would be met with a shove backwards before Erin crossed her arms over her chest. As tough as she liked to try and portray herself, there were plenty of times the redhead could be quite bashful. "That's not the focus of the match." She stammered as she glanced to the side. "Eh fuck it. Stare. But don't cry if I floor you while your eyes are glued to em." She finally scolded before returning to the corner of the ring and waiting for the match to begin to meet Felicity in the center again.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity didn’t acknowledge, or even seemingly notice, the look of dismay on Erin’s face over being put up against another cat girl. Instead, the Black Cat was far too focused on the top that Erin was wearing … and, likely, the curves of the girl within it!

Felicity teased and taunted her opponent as she did to most of her foes, but seemed too transfixed with her foe to acknowledge Erin’s rebuttal. Erin’s threats of leaving Felicity seeing stars were acknowledged by the fans, at least, drawing some cheers from those waiting to see the cruel and cheating cat girl get some comeuppance for her sneaky ways. If Felicity cared, she didn’t show it.

“Oh, no cries from me!” Felicity said with a grin, looking up at Erin. “I mean, maybe some moans later, but no cries!” Felicity ran the tip of her tongue across the top of her lip, giving Erin a pervy eyebrow-wiggle as she did so. She watched Erin stalk off for the corner, feeling confident that she had gotten into her opponent’s pretty red head. Felicity took a couple of steps back while the referee watched, looking as if she was about to take her place for the start of the match. As soon as the ref looked out to the timekeeper, however, Felicity slower her pace considerably …

DING DING DING! The match was on, and Felicity was hitting the ground running. The Black Cat wanted to start things off with a cheap shot, rushing Erin with all of her speed! Felicity would swing high as soon as she got close enough, trying to pop Erin square in the face with a running forearm strike to start things off with a cheap shot!

[Noob]

Erin didn't quite know what to make of her opponent. She certainly wasn't like most of the other women she'd fought so far. "Eh? W...what?" The redhead replied, flashing Felicity a confused look after the expression she had been given. "Freakin weird..." she mumbled to herself. While far from shaken, Felicity had managed to rattle the Irish brawler a little bit. Perhaps it was the lingering thought of ending up losing her top, or maybe it was just the lingering effects of the hit her confidence had taken recently, but something just felt off to the redhead. Regardless Erin would try to not let that show too much.

Finally the bell rang and Erin was ready to make her way towards the center of the ring. She'd be sure to show her foe that she wasn't here to play games. Or so that's what she thought until receiving a sudden strike to the face. "Gaaah damn it!" The redhead cried out as Felicity's forearm connected with her cheek and sent the woman stumbling to the side. Despite the first shot being a surprise to her, Erin was happy to trade blows. Out of instinct she would come back at Felicity with a punch aimed at her stomach...or at least where she was hoping it was after being slightly dazed.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity had been feeling good, as she backed away from the Irish brawler. From Erin’s confused stammering, it seemed like Felicity was firmly in her head, and there was a good chance that the Black Cat was heading home with another sexy new trophy. After, of course, getting an enticing view of that perky chest, on the young brawler. Felicity just had to keep on top of things, which she did as she rushed in on Quinn, nailing her with a running forearm!

Felicity grinned from ear to ear as she heard Erin cry out in pain, the ‘smack’ of her forearm strike echoing through the arena. Landing the blow, Felicity would lean into Erin, allowing her body to push flush against Erin’s toned figure. Felicity was ready to keep things moving, wanting to whip Erin out of the corner. She could feel the jeers of the crowd, fans upset that the redheaded fighter was getting cheated out of a fair match right out of the gate. Those cheers filled Felicity’s ears, filling her with pride. Unfortunately, the distraction would cost her.

“OOOFF!” Felicity grunted, as Erin sank a fist into her gut. Felicity released her hold on her opponent, staggering backward as she wrapped her arms around her aching belly. Her abs contracted as she took deep breaths, her face scrunching up in pain as she pushed through the pain. “Not fun, you!” Felicity sneered, trying to gather herself. Taking a deep breath, Felicity answered Erin’s strike with a chop delivered straight across Erin’s chest, looking to start things off with a brawl!

[Noob]

Perhaps if Felicity hadn't come in as close as she did, Erin's fist wouldn't have made as clean contact with her gut as it did. Just as her opponent had been, Erin was also quick to celebrate a small victory, flashing her foe a grin as soon as she regained her composure. "Heh, don't dish it out if ya can't take it." The redhead taunted. She bent slightly at the waist and stuck her tongue out at Felicity, enjoying the cheers from fans that were delighted with the swift retribution.

Things didn't stay in Erin's favor forever. Quick to recover, Felicity came back at the redhead and landed a chop across Erin's chest. Letting out a bit of a squeak, the Irish lass stumbled a step before finding her back against the corner. She was quick to cross her arms under her chest, immediately stopping her bust from bouncing around. While she was up for a brawl, some things of course took precedent. "Guuughh...quit fighting like that and just PUNCH me." Erin growled.

After a moment, if Felicity hadn't followed up, Erin would retaliate by showing her foe exactly what she meant. "Like this!" She'd yell before taking a step in towards the other woman and aiming to throw a hard punch at her foe's chest. She had no plans of landing small surprise strikes and instead would try to just floor the smaller wrestler with some hard strikes.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity’s cheeks burned as she heard the cheers of the fans, egging on Erin’s punch to her gut. Felicity didn’t mind being the ‘bad girl,’ of course. She reveled in it, in fact. Still, the Irish lass hit a lot harder than the Black Cat expected, and she didn’t need folks encouraging her!

“Mmm,” Felicity purred, however, watching Erin’s chest momentarily bounce under the impact of her chop. Felicity made certain she had firm eye contact as she licked the upper corner of her lips, giving Erin a lascivious look to try and throw her off her game. Now, however, the redhead was demanding Felicity punch her, and Felicity raised a fist up to oblige.

“Kinky, are you?” Felicity teased, before swinging her fist down swiftly … only to release that fist at the last second and deliver another open-hand chop straight across Erin’s bust! The Cat let her fingers linger a moment, sliding across Erin’s skin, grinning as she did so. Of course, a chop like that might have been humiliating, but was hardly enough to stop this exchange of blows. A goal that Erin definitely seemed to have, looking to floor her opponent.

If Erin did indeed proceed with her plan, Felicity would not be ready. Standing tall, wanting to look dominant over her foe, Felicity would be a sitting duck for Erin’s return punch. Her eyes widening in horror as Erin’s fist came sailing at her, her generous boob mushrooming under the impact, Felicity would let out a tiny cry of pain and go falling to the canvas, flat on her back! There, Felicity would lie twitching, both hands nursing her aching boob, wincing in pain while the fans enjoyed a good laugh at the Black Cat's expense!

[Noob]

Before Erin could throw her strike Felicity had already landed another chop across her chest. It was more a slap to her tits than anything and the redhead felt a slight shiver down her spine as her opponent's hand lingered and grazed her skin. While the crowd was loving what they were seeing, Erin sure wasn't. Clenching her fist, the redhead sent a punch hurling towards her opponent's chest. If Felicity wanted to win an exchange of blows that certainly wasn't how to do it.

After landing her blow Erin watched as her foe crumbled to the floor. She would stand over the woman and press her foot right against her chest. "Hope that was worth it." She yelled, trying to keep up a tough demeanor despite her glowing red face. If anyone wanted to know how to get under Erin's skin, Felicity had given them quite the demonstration. Perhaps it was due to her short string of losses but the Irish brawler found herself less able to deal with teasing today.

Not really taking too much more time to think Erin would grab Felicity by her top and try to drag the woman up to her feet before tossing her towards the corner as roughly as she could.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity had been feeling pleased, grinning ear to ear as she started to feel the crowd out. They were having a good time watching her get hands on Erin, even as she dealt a loud blow. More importantly, however, Felicity was enjoying herself. At least, until Erin returned fire!

“Aaaaoooww~!” Felicity moaned, writhing on the mat while clutching her aching chest. The fans were still having fun, but the Black Cat was having much less so. When Erin taunted her, the Cat was in too rough a shape to even try for a snappy comeback. Felicity simply kneaded the tender flesh of her breast, and tried to keep herself from crying out again as she tried to roll over.

Before Felicity could start her pitiful retreat, however, Erin got hold of her top and started pulling her up. “Aaaaugh …” Felicity groaned, arms falling limply to her sides as she anticipated another hard shot to her body. Instead, Erin flung Felicity into the corner.

“Augh!” Felicity grunted, back hitting the turnbuckle. Felicity writhed on the post in pain, face scrunched up, in pain. Erin was on a role now, and Felicity was all too aware of how vulnerable she was to whatever Erin had in mind for her, next.