A spark to friendship! Tara Jaeger vs Amaya Keiko

[Violet]

The shot drilled her abdomen to pieces. Nausea engulfed her whole body as she crumbled right beside Tara. Eyes turned cloudy and her vision tunneled, listlessly staring towards the crowd. She grabbed anything she could hold onto as she fell, founding purchase around Tara's meaty thighs. Is this what they meant Belly Stretcher? She asked herself as she dry heaved, not even aware that Tara was playing with her hair as the warmth from her hips kissed her cheek.

Her senses then awakened as Tara hooked both her arms as it made her squirm. Not wanting her gut to be drilled again, she instinctively ducked and brought her knees as closely to her stomach as possible. But unfortunately, that only served to make it easier for Tara to do what she actually intended to do. Amaya's eyes opened wide and mouth gaped open as the world slowly turned upside down. Panic then befell her as she squirmed in vain. "Nooooo!!! Let me go...let me go! No please!!", Amaya begged as she lifted her even higher than before!

Glurghh!!, she knew that the move was coming when she was hefted up but it surprised her nonetheless. The move drilled her head to the mat painfully! Her whole weight rested on the back of her head and neck, it felt like they were gonna snap! Her hips folded, presenting her ass to Tara and the crowd as light bounced off of her outfit. She stared at the blinding ceiling lights between the knees that rested beside her head, hands twitched and twirled strands of her hair within her lithe fingers. Dizziness clouded her mind as her eyes spangled with her azure hair fluttered open and shut as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Nothing came out of her but wheezes as her chest heaved heavily. She's not out yet but she's in no way to fight!

[Bare]

Tara smirked down at the younger girl that seemingly got wrecked by the piledriver she just put her through. She couldn’t say she blamed her, piledrivers were pretty severe as far as moves went, so if the girl was out for the count Tara wouldn’t neccessrily blame her... But that being said Tara was eager to see if Amaya would be able kick out from this, if she had the fortitude and grit to survive past her limits. So in a way this was Tara’s wah of testing the girl.

Taking a good look at the girl’s current state she also couldn’t help the lewd smirk that stretched across her face as she looked at the girl’s legs hanging above her head. ‘Mhmm that outfit sure works for her.’ Tara thought to herself before giving Amaya’s ass a quick slap before dropping down into a seated position. Throwing her legs up Tara would put them over Amaya’s raised legs pushing them down and folding Amaya’s body further in a quick but showy pinfall attempt.

“ONE!!!” The ref counted if she did so successfully.

[Violet]

Drown in a stupor, Amaya folded right against Tara's moves. No one couldn't believe how this match has been so one-sided so far, moreso for Amaya. How long has it been? A few minutes or even less. Yet here they are, Amaya knocked loopy already and pinned. Her plump ass clad in her tight pants shown off to the crowd and slapped, letting out a short whimper through low grunts and wheezes.

"ONE!!"

But still, the thought of going home this early hadn't crossed Amaya's head even once! She swayed her head, fighting the urge to sleep. Fingers curled slowly to balled-up fists. Her hips rocked, mustering the strength for one final push.

"TWO!!"

Her hips then shot forward like a cannon as her legs broke free! She broke the pin just as the second smack of the mat reverberated through the air. It's not over just yet! She then fell face-first to the mat with a thud. Recognizing this as a perilous position, having herself facing her dominating opponent like this, she retreated. Albeit groggily, she would still try to get as much space between them that she could to gain back strength.

[Bare]

The mohawked wrestler smirked in satisfaction as she slammed Amaya square into the mat with a thunderous impact that left the ring shaking. Shortly after she immediately pinned the girl, expecting, albeit with some mild disappointment, a clean three count. After all Tara wanted to win, but she mever felt participation good about squashes, especially since she was actually starting to like her younger opponet. But she certainly wouldn’t sneeze at the win though.

Before she knew it two counts had been made, nothing out of the ordinary, she was fully expecting the bell to ring in just a minute after the third count except...

”Oof!”

Before Tara could consider what to do after she won she found herself thrown off her opponet with a surprising powerful kicn out! “Huh... well I’ll be. Not bad kid.” Tara said rather impressed that Amaya managed to kick out, and even had the sense to roll away from her! Getting up Tara allowed the girl to roll away, the grin on her face slowly spreading into a smile. “Well well well! Color me impressed I didn’t expect you to be so tough!” Tara said loudly enough for Amaya to hear her as she slowly clapped her hands as she waited for the girl to stand up.

[Violet]

The fight could have been over then and there. Amaya could have stayed for the three-count, took the loss, and try again next time. But there’s something that itched her. Tara wasn’t taking her seriously enough and yet managed to stay on top in every single encounter. She needs to prove herself to her. Not that she would need to anyone else. There was just something about her opponent tonight that made her want to try. Maybe the prospect of future interactions? Thus Amaya tried to prove that she’d be worth Tara’s time. Who knows? Even Amaya is not so sure herself.

Then, she found purchase on the ropes, grabbing it tightly to pull herself on wobbly legs. Amaya would retreat farther, knowing that aimlessly attacking would just do her worse. To the corner, she would march. Slowly but surely.

“I’m not done yet! I made my promise. I would be the one knocking you out tonight!!” Amaya retorted as she would soon stumble backward, underestimating the damage she took. She gasped as she crumbled. Her falling after those brave words was almost comical. Only for her to be lucky enough that the corner was near to take her fall. Choosing to just move past that debacle, Amaya would then scale the turnbuckle to be on the high ground to complete her action. There is nothing more she could do but wait out this storm.

[Bare]

Tara watched with her arms crossed as she watched the girl struggled to the corner, using it as a way of assisting ber in getting to her feet. While doing so she made quite the impassioned speech in the process, impressing Tara even more as she tiltd her head to the side. ”Nice kid. Nice.” Tara said nodding in appreciation to the girl’s determination, even as she fell back down Tara didn’t hold it against her.

After all the girl had taken quite a big hit, or hell a series of big hits that should have knocked her out. But here she was, still fighting just to stand. Tara respected such grit ad determination. But she wouldn’t go easy on her just because she respected her. Waltzing forward to the girl Tara decided to... help her out. Reaching down and grabbing her by the hair Tara yanked her up into a standing position before raising her arm and throwing it forward

SMACK Tara’s open palm, if it landed would smack against Amaya’s chest in a sharp impact that would undoubtedly wake the girl’s senses up a bit... if she wasn’t too distacted by the pain of the smack. “Come on kiddo wake up lets kick this match up a notch you got me all hyped now!” Tara declared, purposely not pressing her attack, wanting instead to motivate the girl into fighting back a bit.

[Violet]

Her feet pedaled backward until she felt the coldness of the turnbuckles kiss her bare back. She felt safe near it, her haven. But it also made her fretful as she is as far as she could retreat to. Couldn’t this ring be any bigger? It was clear how worn down she was by then as her legs wobbled like jelly to a fall. Her arms flailed around to anything she could grab to prevent the embarrassment.

Tara’s wrist heeded that call as she yanked her by her blue hair. She’d squeeze it tightly, whimpering in pain. Expecting the worst, her other arm concealed her stomach. Her moniker the Belly Stretcher still etched in her mind. “Owwww!”, Amaya grimaced from the slap that smacked her big bust. Protecting the wrong part, her chest jiggled before she brought up her other arm to soothe it.

The hit woke her up, even more as the pain on her chest lingered for a while. “You’re underestimating me too much!”, Amaya shouted before swinging an arm backward across her body, turning her palm horizontal like a blade for a mean chop across Tara’s bust! If that attack landed, Amaya wouldn't let up as she would try to follow it up with a boot to her midsection to even things out!

[Bare]

Tara saw the way the girl was struggled to get, the damage she had taken, but the struggle and grit she showed was all Tara needed to see. It made her gain some respect for her, but more than that it made her want to see more. So even though she likely could have easily pressed her advantage and taken Amaya down. She wouldn’t. Rather she would wait. Merely sneding a light lovetap to the girl’s chest and send some sharp stinging pain through her torso that would undoubtedly wake her up a bit.

When the chop connected it certainly did its job of waking the girl up. Her eyes sharpened and despite leaning back she seemed far more aware than she did initially. Plus admittedly as a side nonus it caused the girl’s chest to bounce and jiggle in a way that made Tara smile in appreciation as she watched. But even better it seemed a fire was lit in Amaya’s belly as shown when thr girl sent a downright vicious return chop to Tara’s chest making her own breasts jiggle and bounce in the same way Amaya’s did as Tara stepped back from the blow.

But she wasn’t done yet, cause before anything else can be done Amaya follow the chop up with a kick to her gut to send her back another step while also sending another shock of pain through her. “Oof!” She had gasped out in pain from the kick but in a seconds time she looked up with a wide grin on her face. “Good! Show me why I shohldn’t!” She shouted to the girl standing back up while point at her chest. “Come on! Hit me again! Show me what you got!” Tara yelled in response to Amaya’s declaration, trying to goad the girl into attacking more and sjowing off more of that spirit of hers.

[Violet]

Pain slowly seeped through her like embers, soothing it through uncertain time. She longed for more of it, to offer her as a tougher belligerent to her foe. But Tara seemed patient for it, giving her much needed time but not without a slap to her chest to wake her up. Her pendant dangled with the wobbles of her rack. She hissed through the pain, clutching her chest.

Given an opening, she went for payback. She sent a chop of her own with a smack! Seeing her opponent reel from it, she decided to follow it up with a mean boot to her guts. The edge of her lips curled to a slight smile, jubilant for finally being able to dish out punishment.

But the face that Tara made as she came up perplexed her. The grin on her face halted her for a moment. Didn't it hurt? It should have. The challenge soon reached her and Amaya would gladly heed it. She's no joke and she'll prove it. "Don't mind if I do!" she growled as her hands grabbed the top ropes. Folding her knees and flexing her thighs, she'd jump! Using the ropes as the base, she'd go parallel to the canvas. Her legs would furl, primed like a spear then shot forth with blinding speed. She'd issue it with a war yell, looking for her boots to crash to Tara's exposed chest!

[Bare]

Tara smirked as her plan to motivate and fire Amaya up seemed to be working perfectly. The smaller girl’s eyes burned brightly with spirit as she answered Tara’s call to action perfectly. Watching the girl’s hands she smirked impressed at the girl’s creativity as she hefted herself up in the air and pulled her legs back. Bracing herself Tara took the drop kick like a champ and went flying landing back first on the mat, legs up in the air before flopping back down to the mat.

Laying there Tara couldn’t help the wince of pain that stretched across her face in response to the dropkick. It was certainly strong, and some may call her foolish for taking it, let aling letting Amaya have the chance to get some offense in. But... what could she say. Tara liked the kid. She wanted her to look at least somewhat good in this bout, on top of that she wanted to see what the girl could do offensively. Thus Tara lay there on the mat, silently suppressing the pain and waiting to see how Amaya would capitalize on the position.