Gisele LeBlanc vs. Rose Gold

[Dubski]

Gisele continued to hold her eyes as she tried to recover, her body shaking. She overheard her nasty opponent insult her and tell her to grow up. This made LeBlanc even angrier to hear as her brow narrowed behind her hand. Gisele knew she had to have a game plan. She needed to collect herself now, try to fight through the pain in her eyes, and then get up and keep fighting. Find some other way to beat her. She has another finisher, and that's always been devastating still.

The buff lightweight's thoughts immediately got thrown away when she felt the sharp stomp onto the side of her knee. "Eeeeeeeeiiiiiii!" screamed Gisele in a high-pitched tone. Instantly, she rolled away from Rose Gold as she held her knee, whimpering and whining as she curled up, hugging her leg close to her until she bumped into the ropes.

Any gameplan that Gisele was trying to come up with was gone, shrouded by thoughts of her damaged knee, still sore and aching from being torn apart by the ring post earlier in the match. LeBlanc swallowed hard before burying her face in the mat and trying to sling her other arm over the bottom rope, thinking beyond logic that it might help her keep some space from her opponent.

[SuckerPunch]

"You're so used to stomping out wannabe's that you've gotten complacent, huh?" She spat through a toothy grin. The feeling of the woman's knee yielding to her stomp was incredible. Almost as good as the sounds of her screaming. "You're in the big leagues now, kitten. They won't feed you jobbers for your entire career." She stalked the woman like a hungry jungle cat as she spoke. Circling and observing. Measuring.

As Gisele began to get to her knee with the assistance of the ropes, she struck. She charged the wounded woman and used her own knee against her. She leapt off of the woman's base with a single foot, using the leverage to drive her knee flush into the woman's face. With her proximity to the ropes, it might knock her clean through them! This was Rose Gold's objective. Send the proud woman tumbling out of the ring.

Out of HER ring.

[Dubski]

Gisele was barely paying attention to Rose Gold at this point. The pain in her knee was absolutely agonizing, and as the vicious Rose was talking down to her, insulting her record, there was nothing LeBlanc could do about it right now, which was probably what infuriated her most about the situation. She would have been happy to crush Rose again at this point, but now she felt like she wouldn't be able to crush much of anything.

The Powderbuff would slowly bring herself to her feet, only to get blasted directly in the face with a knee! Gisele tumbled directly through the ropes, hitting the apron as she fell to the padded outside. With a loud whine of pain, Gisele tried to stand back up, only for her knee to buckle under her as she rolled over to the barricade, hands clutching her still hurting knee. At this point, even the knee to the face didn't do anything but disorient her. Her mind was only focused on that knee, and how horrific of shape it was in now.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold's body followed Gisele's, though only so far as the ropes. As the more muscular blonde fell out of the ring, Rose's momentum placed her backside upon the second rope. Her arms hung over the top rope. She sat upon the second rope, lounging, and full of mirth. A cruel smile on her face, eyes glittering with amusement. "You don't belong in the same ring as me. Do yourself a favor and stay out there with the fans. I'll even sign an autograph for you after the match." She spat as the referee came over beside her.

"1!... 2!..." She began the ten count, concern on her face as she watched Gisele struggle on her legs like a baby deer. The polar opposite of Rose Gold's expression. Contempt.

She made no effort to follow-up her assualt. Perhaps it was pride. The reality? Her body was still shattered from Gisele's finishing maneuver. It had taken a great force of will to conjure her last attack... Even her position on the ropes. Her leisurely lounge, articulated to look mocking, was an effort to reduce the strain on her nubile body. She was recovering. And with any luck, her opponent wouldn't be able to answer the count.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc laid by the barricade as the crowd around her tried to rally for her. The Powderbuff didn't want to move though. Her knee was in such undeniable pain that she felt like she should quit right there and just allow herself to be counted out. She had fought back crying from the pain, but she heard Rose Gold taunting her. Teasing her. And when she looked at her lounging on the ropes, she knew she couldn't just give up like this. Gisele eventually started to get to her feet very gingerly, limping as she put a hand down to support her aching knee.

She gave Rose a spiteful look as she made her way to the apron, pausing and then hanging her head, as if to rally herself to avoid hurting her leg further. As the referee got to the eight count, she went under the bottom rope delicately, pulling her front half on the apron before cautiously turning her body to bring up her leg, avoiding bumping it on the apron. And then she would just want to lay there again. Even having to limp to the ring took a tremendous amount out of the Powderbuff, who had never been in so much pain in her life in the ring.

All she could do was hope she could buy herself a few more moments to keep recovering before her sinister opponent would catch up to her.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold watched bemusedly as Gisele suffered. As the referee continued her count she could see the strain that had been placed on the blonde's knee. A woman less muscular might have seen her ACL torn completely. However, she had a considerably well-trained body. It had served to mitigate some of the damage... Though it did not appear to be enough to truly make a difference.

Gisele began to approach the apron as the count droned on. Despite Rose Gold's best wishes, it was clear that she would meet the count. Piteously, the blonde had drug herself under the bottom rope and had rolled into the ring at the count of 9. Rose pushed off of her perch on the ropes in a lovely arc. It found her landing gingerly upon her heels, stalking towards Gisele. "So you've chosen to go out on your sheild? Admirable for a woman who does little more than crush cans." Cans, being a common term for opponents that were meant to lose. Jobbers and tune-up fights.

"Very well. I'll send you to heaven than." She sneered as she grasped Gisele's long blonde hair and would roughly attempt to pull her head off the mat. A moment later, the powderbuff would find her face roughly thrust against Rose Gold's leotard wrapped crotch. Her legs wrapping about the woman's head, trapping an extended arm against her throat. With a thrust of her hips, Rose would drive the back of her head against the canvas and trap her in a rather humiliating and painful predicament. Her original finisher. A face-sitting mounted triangle, The Midas Clutch.

"Die happy. It's better than you deserve."

The Midas Clutch

Rose would lean back, flexing her thighs as she slowly, painfully suffocated her foe. Her mouth already open in ecstasy. Anticipating her surrender, and the sweet sensation of the woman helplessly screaming into her pussy.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc hung out under the bottom rope, cringing and groaning in pain as her knee continued to have sharp pangs of pain. She had tried her best to ignore Rose Gold's offensive remarks, readying herself to fight back. She had boldly gotten ready to strike back when Rose made it clear she was going to try finishing her off. When Rose Gold grabbed her hair, Gisele went to stand and strike at her, but the yank of her hair put off her balance. She let out a cry of anguish as her knee buckled and she went down again, being drug to the center of the ring and having Rose's crotch thrust directly into her face.

Briefly, Gisele had tried to stop it, but she was helpless to. She screamed into Rose's covered crotch, kicking her less-injured leg again the mat and trying her best to pry and tug at Rose's legs. Were she less battered and her body less wracked in pain, she might have been able to summon the strength to yank the vice-like legs of her opponent apart. When that failed, the Powderbuff tried to push Rose upward to at least get her up to hopefully dislodge her, but she was keeping herself pulled in tight. Still, Gisele struggled, her efforts becoming more frantic as she fought back, hating the idea of having to lose to the loathsome Rose Gold in this manner.

[SuckerPunch]

The feeling of her sensitive sex pressing against Gisele's features brought an unexpected blush to Rose Gold's face. She could feel every breath, every moan, every frustrated scream. It all coursed through her core. Penetrated her. It caused her flower to bloom. For her attire to become soaked in her sweet nectar, which in turn, coated Gisele's lovely face. She felt her inner walls clench, grasping desperately upon air as her hips thrust against her opponent's struggling expression.

She shuddered. A trembling purr of a moan leaving her self-satisfied lips as Gisele attempted to pull her legs apart. She knew, no matter how strong Gisele was, it wasn't possible from this angle. She was a victim of expertly applied technique and physics. Instead, every attempt to remove her simply felt like the caress of a lover. Every shake of her head mimicked an eager lover indulging in her body.

"Mmmm. That's a good girl. Get deep in there!"

Rose reached down with her hands and grasped the blonde's precious lockes with both of them! Two fistfulls of the woman's hair as she pulled her face against her cunt. Her hips bucked erratically. The pressure from her thighs was all she needed to ensure the blood-choke was locked in. That meant the rest of her lower body was free to indulge in the incredible sensation of face fucking her hated rival unconscious.

Her head swung back again and her eyes closed. Her mouth hung open. It wouldn't be long now... Gisele's world would go black soon. And her face would be painted with Rose Gold's lust. Her closed fists trembled against Gisele's scalp. The smaller woman panted like a mad with pleasure. The sort of pleasure that could only be derived from the deepest indulgence into one's most intense fetish. And for Rose Gold, dominating another woman with her body was precisely that fetish!

'G-gawd! S-so good! F-fuck!"

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc continued to writhe underneath Rose Gold, feeling her wetness on her face as her air supply was more and more dissipating. Each movement seemed to sap more energy from the French-Canadian as she winced, crying out when Rose tightened her grip on her hair and began to thrust herself on her face. She knew that Rose was getting off on this, and that agonized Gisele a lot more than anything else, that she was about to be humiliated underneath this miserable bitch's pussy.

For a moment, she thought about succumbing to it, thinking she didn't have the strength to fight back anymore. Her knee still hurt tremendously. But then she told herself something: she couldn't give up without giving it her all. If she was to lose here, it would have to be because she had nothing left. And so Gisele took as much of a breath as she could and then put her hands under Rose's thighs. And she began to lift as she tried to push herself up.

Slowly, Rose's body began to move upward, and so did Gisele's. Her upperbody began to push Rose, and she adjusted her grip accordingly. Letting out a whimper and a grunt, Gisele kept Rose there for a moment before adjusting her grip to hold the nasty blonde onto her shoulders, grunting and groaning all the while. Then, with tears streaking her eyes, LeBlanc got onto one knee, letting out a loud yell of anguish as her leg trembled below her, buckling once before Gisele let out a mighty scream. "AHHHHHHH!" And with a burst of energy, the Powderbuff stood up only for a moment, giving Rose Gold a nasty, defiant look before immediately throwing the rest of her strength down in a powerbomb!

Sending Rose Gold crashing to the mat, Gisele would immediately collapse to the mat, holding her knee and trying her best not to break into ugly sobbing as she grit her teeth, fighting back the utter agony as she buried her face in the mat, briefly looking up to see how her move had impacted her vicious opponent.

[SuckerPunch]

The sinister siren was panting and gasping as she humped against Gisele's face. Her knuckles were white with strain as she pulled the other blonde's hair, trapping her in the suffocatingly intimate triangle. Her lithe hips writhed rhythmically, her exposed butt jiggling with every thrust. "Mmmm! I'm so wet!" She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt Gisele's hands on the sensitive bare skin of her legs. She had become drunk with lust. Lost in the sweet sensations coursing through her young body.

"Ohhhnnn~ Yes! Almost! Almost there!" She moaned hopelessly. So lost in the pleasure was she, that she hadn't noticed the change in their positions. She hadn't noticed Gisele slowly rising with Rose upon her shoulders. So confident in her victory was she, that she'd given in to her libido. She'd allowed herself to be drug under by the undertow of her lust. And now, swimming in deep waters, it had never occurred to her that a predator still lurked below.

Gisele's scream sent a shock through her system, though, this one was much less pleasant than the last. She opened one eye drunkenly, on the edge of her orgasm. Her hips still gyrating wildly, even as reality came crashing in on her. "Mmn! N-no! W-wait! I'm gonna!" She couldn't hold back her moaning, even in this time of crisis... And two things happened simultaneously.

"IYAAAAAAAHN~~~~"

Gisele jackknifed the brutal blonde into the canvas. She landed terribly on the back of her neck, the back of her head snapping against the harsh canvas. The impact all but knocked her out, and this was clear from her expression. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth hung open slackly. Her body was folded up shamefully, ass up and boots on either side of her face. Her sopping wet cameltoe visible for all to see as it hung over her face.

The second thing that happened was somehow more humiliating. While the powerbomb took her senses, it had brought her release! The edge of her orgasm collapsed as she hit the canvas! Her pussy throbbed as she made quiet, senseless noises! Her thighs spread, even in her unconscious state, and she came. Her leotard offered no protection as her little body was rocked by an intense, squirting orgasm. Her sex spraying it's contents all over her face, a humiliation that had been meant for Gisele. Gushing, she coated her upper body, face, and back of her own throat.

Even as Gisele released her, she remain, matchbooked in humiliation. Her lovely blonde hair soaked in her substance. Her pussy still twitching and releasing a spurt of aftershock onto her expression of defeat.