Mina Takemi vs. Erin Quinn

[Noob]

Erin was off to a good start this match. She had to admit it felt good to be in control of her matches from the start again. Now she just had to keep it up. She doubted that would be too difficult though since her opponent was knocked right to the ground. Slowly Erin closed in, flashing her foe a quick smirk. "Guess we saw about that huh?" The redhead teased before kneeling down to Mina's level. "No laying around though ok? Either get up or give up." Erin lectured as if Mina had chosen her current position.

Deciding to help Mina up herself, Erin grabbed the woman by the shoulders and would try to force her back up to her feet. Of course she didn't intend to let Mina stay that way for long. Once her foe was standing back up Erin intended to scoop her up and slam the woman right back down. Mina seemed tough enough and the redhead wanted to make sure she really wore her down before going in for the kill. Erin didn't want to make the mistake of underestimating her opponent this match, especially since the strength advantage that she always enjoyed didn't seem to be in play this match.

[SuckerPunch]

The mature fighters head was spinning still from the feeling of having Erin's boot buried in her soft tit flesh! The redhead hovered above her, mocking her. And perhaps she'd earned that right... Groggily, she came to her feet at the behest of her opponent. Pulled up by her shoulders in the uncaring arms of one Ms. Erin Quinn. Her senses didn't truly return until the woman's hand touched her inner thigh as she attempted to lift her for a body slam. She gasped, her breasts swelling in her tight-fitting attire as her body started to come off the canvas.

She stomped her right foot back down, forcefully grounding herself. The force caused her plump backside to shake deliciously as well as hopefully throw Erin off balance! "Thanks for the helping hand. You've done enough, don't you think? Why don't you lay down and have a rest?" She asked, one eye closed in a pained grin. She'd attempt to tuck her rival's head beneath her arm and lift her up vertically! She'd stall her there for a moment. The hand on Erin's hip stabilizing her... And then turning her to drop her forwards rather than backwards in a sit-out Falcon Arrow! A move meant to show her power. But one that also enabled her to watch Erin's pretty face cry out between her thighs!

Falcon Arrow

[Noob]

Erin had perhaps let her confidence go to her head. Having landed some clean hits she was already picking Mina up and getting ready to effortlessly slam her back down. That's what she was good at after all. She didn't take into account the fact that an experienced fighter probably knew how to handle a few hits. And so Erin found herself bumped backwards by Mina who in one swift motion had the redhead off balance. "Waah hey!" She yelped.

The situation instantly went from bad to worse for Erin who was soon lifted up. The redhead's world went upside down as was apparent by her hair hanging down and out of place. She felt the blood rush to her head as Mina held her there in what the redhead could only describe as a frustrating show of dominance. Erin would try to kick around but that didn't seem to help much. Held in the air and with only a view of Mina's thighs there was little the redhead could do but wait.

While the suspense was agonizing, it wasn't nearly as much so as the fall. "Haaaaah!" Erin cried out as she was slammed down. Then came the pain. Erin hit the floor with a resounding thud and let out a loud groan. "Uuughhhh!!!!" The air had been knocked right out of the wrestler who now lay sprawled out on the canvas. Now just looking up at the lights she was seeing stars. "Nnng..." She groaned as she struggled to catch her breath.

[SuckerPunch]

Erin was a powerful woman. Her strength had caused Mina to buckle from the scantest of blows earlier in the match. It was this knowledge that driven the woman to counter Erin's attempt at a slam! She wasn't sure her mature body could take what the younger wrestler had to dish out!

Countering with a slam of her own, the Ring Therapist had planted the irish lass on the back of her neck. The woman crying out pleasantly between Mina's thighs; she couldn't help but grin at the pleasure the thought gave her! "Sorry honey, but I can't play with you forever!" She faux apologized as she leaned forward and pulled both of Erin's legs up by her lovely thighs. This converted her position into a matchbook pin.

"Stay down Sweetheart. It only gets worse from here!"

"1!"

[Noob]

After being slammed down hard to the canvas, Erin was understandably dazed. Mina was certainly stronger than Erin had given her credit for. However if they thought that was enough to put the redhead down for good Mina was mistaken. Slowly but surely Erin was regaining her senses. However by the time she did her opponent had already folded her up and started a pin. Erin's face flushed a light red as she was forced to look up at Mina from between her own legs. She didn't like this position one bit. "Nnnng...Not a...CHANCE!" She finally yelled in response. That didn't stop the referee from counting though.

"2!"

With as much energy as she could gather Erin would try and kick her legs up and try to break out of the pin. She wasn't about to let herself be put down so easily or quickly. Mina's taunts would ring hollow in Erin's ear. The redhead still had plenty to prove.

[SuckerPunch]

The Falcon Arrow was a devastating maneuver. It was impactful and flashy. However, as far as pins went, it was far from secure! Erin began to stir and Mina did her best to hold her down. However, when the moment of truth occurred, Erin was able to generate enough strength to kickout. The force sent Mina backwards and in turn, scrambling to her knees.

"Pretty tough huh?" She scoffed and wiped her nose with a thumb as she returned to a full vertical base. She waved Erin on, encouraging her to rise with her. Not that she needed it. It was clear that Mina's move had effected Erin, but she had fought through it. The two rivals were reset now in the center of the ring.

"Looks like it's going to be a long night." She cracked her neck then and retook her wrestling stance. The truth of the matter, Mina was stalling. She wasn't as fit as she used to be. With age had come strength, but being able to generate more power didn't mean that it was wise to use it. The Falcon Arrow had cost a great deal of energy...

[Noob]

Erin managed to kick out just in time to prevent an embarrassingly quick loss. While she tried not to show it, she was a bit rattled after that. Her opponent was certainly no joke. But of course a tougher challenge would only mean a more satisfying victory. "Whew...fuck..." The redhead mumbled to herself as she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself onto all fours. For now she would accept the help of the ropes to pull herself up and to her feet.

"Yeah sure. Long night for you." Erin retorted before flashing Mina a cheeky grin. Now that she was back on her feet her confidence had returned. She was ready to start up some quality offence again. And if Mina wasn't coming to her Erin would bring the fight to her opponent. Sure she was still aching but it would take more than that to stop the Irish brawler. "Alright! Round..." Erin hesitated for a moment. Maybe she had taken a larger hit than she thought. "Umm Two! Round two!" She said with conviction.

With that Erin was ready to get back in the game. She quickly made her way towards her opponent. She soon started to charge and would bring out her arm as if going for a clothesline. While she would gladly deliver a hit, even Erin wasn't naive enough to think that a prepared Mina would let it just connect. Instead Erin was banking on a dodge and would aim to sail right past her foe into the opposite ropes. She hoped to be able to bounce back and land a swift drop kick to Mina's stomach.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina nodded to Erin as she herself huffed. "Round Two indeed." She confirmed. The redhead had proven herself to be built of sturdier stuff than Mina initially believed. She'd taken her power move in stride and had gotten back to her feet. However. She wasn't entirely unharmed!

The attack had made her movements slow. "No you don't!" Mina declared as Erin came at her with a lariat. It was lazy and slow and easy to predict! Mina's curvy form slipped right beneath it! She turned on her heel to catch Erin from behind and was struck with an unfortunate reality call.

It hadn't been slow or lazy. It had been meant to make Mina dodge. To build momentum. To mask her true strike when she'd disappeared behind her!

"Oof!" Was all that Mina could conjure as the air was driven from her lungs! Both of Erin's boots sunk into her belly and sent her reeling backwards! Mina landed seated upon the second rope, her arms hanging over the top rope for support!

She was gasping and twitching from the feeling of her vunlerable insides being crushed by the running dropkick. Spittle ran out of the corner of her mouth as her lungs desperately attempted to restart!

[Noob]

Erin was honestly surprised her plan had worked. Not because it was a terrible plan but because she wasn't used to trying to pull off anything clever. Nevertheless she succeeded and slammed her feet right into Mina's stomach. She sent her opponent into the ropes while she fell onto her back. While she certainly didn't take the most damage out of the two the fall would still sting a bit. "Nnng..." She winced. It seemed she was feeling the earlier impact more than she would have hoped. It wasn't enough to keep Erin from scrambling back up to her feet though. She had a match to get back to and couldn't let herself lay around.

"Heh...how's that?" The redhead asked as she got to her feet. She would let out a slight huff before fixing a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face. Mina didn't seem like she was in any condition to answer though. That was perfect for Erin who had been slow to follow up. She had time though and would slowly make her way to the more experienced wrestler. Wanting to make sure that Mina wasn't going to retaliate soon Erin would aim a swift punch to their stomach. After that she would feel a lot more comfortable wrapping her arm around Mina's neck and trapping her in a headlock. She would raise her free arm to the crowd and take in their cheers while she began to drag Mina to the center of the ring.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina hung from the ropes with one eye closed. Her mouth hung open in a pant as her lungs struggled to pull in air not unlike a transmission failing to turn over. Her heavy breasts hung in front of her as she slumped forward, only the leverage of ring ropes keeping her from falling forward onto her pretty face. A punch to the jaw could certainly knock a woman out. But little took the fight from a foe more than brutal belly blows.

Erin was saying something. She could see her mouth move, even through her blurry vision. But she couldn't hear her over the ringing in her ears and the din of the crowd. A moment later Erin would go back to talking with her fists. Another belly blow drove itself into her softened stomach. Her abs had already been loosened by the drop kick, allowing the unguarded punch to bury itself inside of her! The force pushed her backside through the ropes and lifted her feet off the ground. When they returned, she was coughing and sputtering! Her eyes wide as she drooled, her battered belly threatening to release it's contents.

"Ugghhh..." She moaned piteously as Erin drug her away from the safety of the ring's boundaries and trapped her in a headlock. The soft warmth of her breasts were a comfort compared to the beating her aged tummy was taking. Her hands searched weakly for purchase about Erin's mid-section as she stumbled after Erin's lead. Erin's dropkick gambit seemed to be paying off in spades.