Poison vs. Origa Xenia ~ Cage Match!

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With Origa on her knees once again, Poison decided she could make a move to try and wrap this up...or at least, extend the Amazon's humiliation a little bit more. She was having fun with the bigger woman, and in her mind, it was time to escalate things just a little further, and with any luck, she could use that escalation to take her win.

She whirled away from Origa as the woman tended to her back, racing to the other side of the ring, where she hit the ropes and came bouncing off of them back towards the buxom bombshell. As she neared Origa she raised a leg towards her, aiming for one more vicious knee strike, this time straight to the back of the woman's skull.

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Origa once more found herself on her knees. She still had the ropes for support but it was starting to become hard to figure if that was a good or a bad thing. The pain in her spine from Poisons kick was taking it sweet time going away and Origa knew that her opponent was far from finished with her just yet. So the amazon grit her teeth and began to get back up.

That is, until she heard the telltale sound of running against the canvas. Origa didn’t know what Poison was planning, but she didn’t want to find out. So acting completely on instinct, the caramel amazon would suddenly dive to the side, just barely missing the knee that was aimed for the back of her head. Instead Poisoned knee would continue on a one way course with the cage wall.

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Poison charged forward, the nastiest of grins on her face. She was going to rattle Origa's head with her knee, leave her brains scattered and scrambled, and then...well, who knew what kind of fun she would have with the Amazon?

Unfortunately for Poison, well...Origa moved. At the last possible second she dove out of the way, leaving Poison with no time to comprehend what had happened and no time to slow herself down or stop her movements. Before she knew it, her knee had slammed into the cold steel of the cage, and the moment after that, she was on her back, curling up and grasping her knee with both hands.

"Shit! Fuck! D-Dammit!" She hissed, her face a mask of pain as she tried to shove the agonizing feeling out of her mind and nurse her knee back to a better feeling. "F-FUCK!"

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Origa couldn’t believe how lucky she was, or maybe it was simply her opponents arrogance she should be thanking at the moment. She had just barely been able to dodge Poisons knee that would have no doubt obliterated her skull and ensured that she become the punks plaything. Instead she was able to watch as the punks knee instead crashed in the merciless steel of the cage wall.

Panting, Origa would use the time that Poison took to swear at the heavens to get some distance from the pinkette. Afterwards she would take her time recovering as she stood back to her feet. Hopefully Poison would still be complaining about her injured knee by the time Origa turned back towards her with a glare in her eyes. Not long afterwards she would march back to her.

Grabbing hold of her long pink hair, Origa would force the punk back to her feet. ”One chance to give up.” she would whisper before forcibly turning the punk around to where her back faced the amazon. From there, Origa would crouch down and pull Poison onto her shoulders before finally yanking down on her chin and thighs. Sealing her torture rack and promising agony to Poison.

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Poison was suddenly regretting a lot of the decisions in her life that had led to this point.

Origa had found a second wind, and she was more than willing to take advantage of Poison's hurt knee to turn things back around on the pinkette. If Poison had been in the audience watching, she would have had to marvel at the strength of the Amazonian beauty, at how easily she hauled Poison up off of the canvas and into the air, onto her shoulders. Even this late into the match, even with all the punishment that Origa had taken, she still had the strength to handle Poison like she was nothing.

It would have been impressive if, y'know, Poison hadn't been the one on the receiving end of things.

As Origa adjusted the pink punk over her shoulders, grabbing her by the chin and her thighs, Poison realized what was happening, and Poison began to scream. She began to shriek, and to shout, her voice loud and shrill as Origa locked in her torture rack, starting to bend Poison in half, trapping the punk in her deadly submission!

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Poison’s humiliating tactics had certainly drained the amazon, but she was running on a whole nother source at the moment. And that was anger. She was going to make the pink punk pay and this was her way to do it. The best part about it was that even if the punk submitted and begged for Origa to release her, the amazon had no reason to do so. The only way to win was to escape the cage after all.

That is of course, Poison didn’t pass out first. But Origa wasn’t going to allow that to happen. She positioned the punk on her shoulders in such a way that she would have to endure the pain and only the pain. It put the punks face close to her own, but that was fine. It only meant that Origa would have to be faced with listening the punk curse her heart out with every bounce the amazon made across her shoulders as she paraded her around the ring.

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Poison wasn't stupid. Even though every part of her mind was telling her to submit and give up, inwardly she knew how futile that would be. She knew the stips of the match, and she knew that in her current position, Origa wasn't letting her out of the hold until she wanted to let her out of the hold.

Or at the very least, until Poison could think of her own way out.

She knew she couldn't make Origa's strength (not by a long shot!), and she knew that the woman had to be running on anger at this point. It was going to be hard for Poison to find a way free, but...luckily for her, Poison was a clever woman, and she already had an idea in mind.

As Origa adjusted her grip and shifting Poison's position atop of her, the pink punk realized she had the perfect angle ahead of her. One of her arms was free enough that she could reach downwards, and that's exactly what she did, biting a lip to stifle her groans and moans of pain as she slipped a hand downwards. She grasped at one of Origa's large, heavyset breasts, trying to grope and squeeze at it, hoping the sudden sensation would catch the bigger woman by surprise and get her to loosen up her hold!

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Origa had Poison locked in tight, the pinkettes groans of pain brushed against Origa’s ears as she made laps around the ring. Every few steps would follow with a small bounce as the amazon jostled the punk across her shoulders, punishing her spine with every step. Origa was certain that she could feel Poison getting weaker the longer she kept the hold locked in.

She should have never let her guard down.

”Iyahhn!” Origa gasped, her body freezing in its tracks as she felt Poison’s hand grope one of her breasts. Her chest was still sensitive from the punks earlier sensual assault, and her pink nipples were still peaked. The crowd outside were certainly no help either as they gave a lusty cheer at the grope, further reminding the amazon that her chest was bare for all to see.

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Oh, now that got the reaction Poison was hoping for!

Despite the position she was in, despite the electrical sensation of pain coursing through her spine, Poison couldn't help but grin. It was a grim, dark grin, but she was grinning none the less. Origa could throw around her strength all she wanted and act like she was so big and strong, but Poison knew what she was really like!

"I got you..." She whispered fiercely into Origa's ear, her fingers latching onto Origa's breast once again, her hand squeezing and rubbing and kneading at it, as much as the punk could from her position. It wasn't the best grip, but it was enough to get a reaction, and judging from the way the Amazon had just froze up, she was obviously getting the reaction she wanted!

She worked at that breast, at that fine, beautiful breast, waiting for Origa to turn her head towards her, even for a moment. The instant she did, Poison would wiggle in her position on her shoulders, trying to push in close towards the Amazon's face, attempting to lock lips with her to really get herself a reaction out of the woman!

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Origa maybe a powerhouse, and she may have been able to ignore most of what her opponent had done to her as she picked the punk up and onto her shoulders. But that didn’t mean she could ignore everything, her body was still sensitive from the punks earlier touches. So when Poison reached down and gave her breast a sudden grope, the amazon couldn’t stop herself from freezing up and letting out a moan.

She immediately would try to silence them, but it was already too late. Poison was like a shark smelling blood and she didn’t hesitate to gloat in Origa’s ear as she began to work over her chest once more. The amazon tried her best to ignore it and focus on trying to get the punk to stop, maybe by bouncing slightly to torque the pinkettes back. But when she turned her head to see Poison’s reaction, she got something else instead.

”Mmmm!” Origa cried muffledly, her eyes springing wide in shock. She didn’t even have time to react as Poison’s lips slammed against hers in an aggressive kiss! As if the groping on her breasts weren’t enough, the amazon was now having to fight her opponents tongue with her own! And she was losing ground fast! At this point it was better to cut ties and recuperate, and that’s exactly what Origa would do as she would try to drop her opponent off of her shoulders in hopes that she could get some breathing space.