City and Country Clash! Allison Tumbleweed v. Julie Dykstra-Liao (D) - Standard Match

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Allison's kiss was like manna from heaven to Julie. Neither of them bothered with build-up or easing into it. Their tongues clashed against one another, and they sucked almost lewdly in each others' lips. There may as well have been absolutely nothing going on around the two of them. The crowd never cheered, and those cheers never turned to boos. The referee's hand didn't slap once, twice, or thrice on the canvas. Even Allison's theme, amped up to eleven to celebrate her victory, was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until Allison's lips left her own that Julie was pulled out of that little world that they'd created.

"H-Haah...?" Julie sighed, her voice tinged with equal parts confusion and arousal. "Hnnngh..." she groaned cutely as Allison kissed a trail down where her neck met her chin and back up towards her ear. When Allison spoke next, she realized what had happened: She had lost. Gotten pinned for a three-count in an embarrassingly easy-to-break position. Not that the match was anywhere near Julie's conscious mind right now. No, all that Julie Dykstra-Liao wanted now was just a bit more of Allison Tumbleweed. The tension between them was broken, sure, but in its wake was a burning need within her core.

One that Allison was seemingly not willing to help with, given how she all but skipped out of the ring, probably on her way to take a quick shower in some hidden corner of the LAW facilities and leave ASAP. Just to leave Julie on edge.

"Waaait, dammit! Heh, what a bitch..." She covered her reddened face, her words coming out between embarrassed giggles. One thing was for sure: Julie was definitely going to have to find Allison again some time.

Winner by Pinfall (Grapevine Pin): Allison Tumbleweed