Crushin' It

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid raised her own arms up, starting to slowly circle Heather as the match began. Ingrid was ready for Heather. She had seen women like Heather before, fought them many a time, and she could almost predict what was going to happen. Heather seemed excitable, almost antsy, a little bit too eager to face off with Ingrid, and that kind of an attitude usually translated into something reckless, something that Ingrid would be ready for.

So, when Heather rushed towards her, Ingrid braced herself. The purple-haired woman slammed into her, and was able to take Ingrid down, even forcing a grunt from the woman's lips. As she hit the mat, however, Ingrid's hands shot up, grabbing for Heather's arms as she tried to twist her body around to the side, trying quickly to force Heather over and roll herself right on top of her!

[TiefBlau]

Heather thought she could catch her off guard quick and get a nice advantage on her right from the start. She rammed into her, taking her right down onto her back, thinking she had just perfectly set things up for a full offense--until she felt Ingrid grip right at her arms, her eyes widening at the power that she thrust her around with.

"A-ah hey!!" She whined out loudly, pushed and forced onto her back with Ingrid atop her, making her arch and squirm all over beneath her. She grit her teeth, desperately pushing upwards as she found herself in a slight panic--being on her back wasn't the best position for the high-flyer, gritting her teeth hard as she had to fight against Ingrid's strength desperately.

[Lunaspark]

A cruel light flashed in Ingrid's eyes as she found herself atop of Heather, staring down at the smaller woman struggling beneath her. Heather had acted exactly as she had assumed she would, and now there was a million things Ingrid could do to her from this position. Part of her even briefly considered going straight for a breast smother: knock Heather out fast, get her hands on the security camera footage, and hold her quick win over her forever, but Heather had gotten beneath her skin, and Ingrid wanted to take her time with this and really pick Heather apart.

She held on tight to Heather's arms for a brief moment, watching Heather squirm, before letting go of one of her arms. She raised a hand, and aimed a stiff and sudden backhand straight for Heather's face, hoping to knock a little sense into the woman.

"Calm down!" She ordered as she did so. "There's no point in struggling so hard when I've only just begun!"

[TiefBlau]

Heather twist and turned beneath Ingrid, groaning out as she arched and pushed at her. She was trying her best to buck and shove at the girl, wanting to somehow unbalance her and get some kind of control in this match--all up until that sudden backhand slammed right into her face. The impact felt like it rocked her hard, her head spinning as her mind was rocked, jerked to facing to the side as she groaned out.

"Aghu...y-youu" She whined out, blushing just a little as she ordered her to calm down. It was enough to make her freeze up a little, wincing from her command as she clenched her fists tightly. "I..ah..I-I'm..n..not just gonna let you do whatever you want you know! Don't think that's how it's gonna go!!"

She grit her teeth hard, her heart pounding and racing at the position, stopping her frantic struggles for the time being.

[Lunaspark]

"You're not going to be letting me do what I want. I'm going to be doing that on my own..."

With those cruel words, Ingrid reached for Heather again with her free hand, this time going to take a handful of Heather's hair in-between her fingers. She grabbed it tight, and then began to get up, rising to her feet and trying to pull Heather up as well as she did so. "I really don't think you understand who you picked a fight with..." She continued, grasping and jerking on Heather's purple-colored locks to get her back up again. "..but that's okay. You're going to learn."

With that said, Ingrid then began to move towards the nearest corner of the ring, trying to drag Heather along with her, and as they approached it, she would try to jerk the woman around and slam her up against it, trying to throw her up against the turnbuckle.

[TiefBlau]

"Tch..I-I think you're taking me a little too lightly..You're gonna be surprised when you find out I'm stronger than you think"

Heather squirmed and wriggled with her--until she gripped her by her hair, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth from the sharp pain in her scalp at the pull. She squirmed and stumbled as she pulled and forced her up, making her whine out loudly with how much she was just--jerking her around by her hair, her eyes watering just a bit from how sharp the pain was.

She pushed and squirmed with Ingrid, desperately trying to get some kind of space between them--until her body was slammed hard against the corner, forced back against the turnbuckle. She took a sharp breath through her teeth, temporarily stunned from the hair pulling and her body colliding with the corner.

[Lunaspark]

As Heather struck the corner, Ingrid stepped in closer to her, shoving her taller, heavier body up against Heather's own. She pressed into her, grabbing the ropes at her sides to pin her into the corner, and leaning in face-to-face with her, her breath hot on the other woman's face, her words dripping with an almost playful venom now.

"Doesn't seem like you're too strong," she answered, body-to-body with the other woman, trying to force herself up closer against her. "Almost seems like I could just pin you here and grind you right out of the match if I wanted. Just slowly crush you down to dust..."

She paused a moment, and then snickered lightly. "But I know what kind of woman you are. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you...?"

[TiefBlau]

Heather winced hard as Ingrid's body pressed right up against her, shaking her head a little with that sensation of her sizable chest smooshing up into her upperbody, their height difference making her chest nearly push against her neck--right above her own, causing her to lean her head back just a little at the sensation. She gulped hard, clenching her fists tightly, those words she was speaking feeling like it was gripping her mind as she had to fight getting entranced by them.

"Y-you..can't say that when I haven't even..had the chance to fight back yet.." She shook her head, whining as she pushed into her even more, her body feeling like it was freezing up. She kept trying to put strength into her arms to just..push and shove her away, but every little inch of what was happening felt like it was melting her down to nothing.

She opened her mouth to say something back to her--biting down on her lip hard seconds afterwards. It was as if this little nagging, teasing voice in the back of her head was telling her over and over that this wasn't an official match--that it was okay to just let Ingrid completely own her..but she kept trying to fight that voice, her submissive urges beating on her mind. "J-just...shut..up!!" She whined out, desperately pushing at her, finally able to make a move.

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid couldn't help but grin wider at Heather's expression and her struggles, her smile rather malicious as the woman squirmed against her. Already this was turning out more fun than Ingrid had expected, and with each passing moment where she felt Heather's strength melting, she felt more and more sure of how she wanted to handle Heather from that point on.

When Heather finally demanded that she shut up, Ingrid pushed that much harder against her, that much closer against the woman's body, grinding that much for against her for another few seconds. Then, almost as quickly as she began, she stepped back, relenting on her initial 'attack' and giving Heather a bit of breathing space. As she stepped back, however, she reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, slowly lifting it up and peeling it off of herself, revealing her dark skin beneath, revealing her giant tits trapped within her sports bra, looking as if they could explode free at any moment.

She tossed the shirt to the side and gestured towards Heather, her voice mocking as she called to the woman. "You want me to shut up? Then make me," she answered, staring daggers straight towards Heather. "If you want me to shut up, then stop being a little bitch and fucking make me..."

[TiefBlau]

Heather grit her teeth hard, tapping her foot a couple times in the corner before Ingrid pushed even more further against her--the sensation of her just--grinding like that making her nearly crumble completely--until she finally stepped back. Heather took a couple deep breaths in and out, gulping hard and shaking her head..until she just..had to pull off that shirt of hers.

Her eyes were glued on that huge chest--the sight of it nearly spilling out of her sports bra--it was ridiculously enticing. She felt like her head was hit with a wave of dizziness, shaking it off as much as she possibly could when Ingrid spoke. That mocking voice dug into her hard, snapping Heather out of it a little, realizing she was right about how pathetic she was being at the moment.

"Tch..oh I'll make you alright.." She let out, thrusting herself out of the corner. She arched her body a little, attempting to jam her knee as hard into her gut as she could!