Pansy the Blonde vs Miss Fallacy

[SWLPal]

As Pansy continued to pull Fallacy's leg, she started to feel herself moving. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw her opponent crawling on her elbows and struggling to make her way to the ropes. To try and avoid her opponent from an early breakaway, the blonde attempted to grab her other leg and drag her back to the center of the ring and enforce more pressure on both of Fallacy's legs.

But if her opponent does make it to the ropes, she'll let her go and attempted pull off her 'Shaky Withdrawal' maneuver or something else before Fallacy can quickly recover and counter the blonde.

[Monsy]

The swipes to hook her second leg emboldened it to thrash. She dug her toes into the canvas, scraped it for an extra few inches, and she dug her nails in the canvas to grind. When her limb was caught, she jerked her body forward, reached, fingers splayed and clutched the ropes. The referee called the break, and the pain soon died into a lingering bitter taste than a fire. It was like a nasty post-workout. She hooked an arm over the bottom rope when Pansy tried to shake her and managed to stay in place. “W-What kinda move is that?! Am not a carpet!” She shouted, then countered by pulling in her knees, then thrusting them outward. Should Pansy commit to her move, then she’d find two boots pistoning into her chest like a shotgun blast.

[SWLPal]

With a few more inches of crawling later, despite Pansy's best efforts to keep her from breaking free, Fallacy managed to grab the ropes. The blonde then let her legs go after the ref called a break.

"Well shoot, I had a feeling that you were gonna get outta that one! Guess I gotta start 'shaking' things up now don't I?" The skinny blonde asked before going and attempting to pull off her Shaky Withdrawal on her opponent. However it seemed Fallacy was quick to recover as she pulled her legs back and shot them out towards the skinny blonde's chest.

The blonde, just seconds away, luckily dodges the shotgun kick. "Whoa!! That was cl-" But unluckily for her at the same time, somehow caused herself to slip and fall backwards onto the mat. "Ouch!! Dammit!"

[Monsy]

That kick pierced nothing but the air. Both legs extended firm, then slapped the canvas. She pulled them up, reached to hook the top rope and pulled her feet under herself. Two deep breaths are taken, a hand nurses her back, then she turns to face the ropes. “Hahaha… Is that some sort of reference? Am not that good with references…”

A second-hand grabs the top, and she leaps; both feet land on the middle, knees bent, and pushes off to soar. “But I can fly real good!” She arched back; her crown pointed to the canvas, and her knees brushed the heavens. A finger gun comes out, and she goes, “Bang…!” And her legs come over. Both arms outstretched, as do her legs. Evelyn’s shadow falls over Pansy, and soon, her body will come crashing down right on her stomach!

[SWLPal]

Pansy was a bit stunned from the trip falling backwards onto the mat. "No, not a reference I'm afraid. More of a joke based on-" As she was trying to get up, she noticed her opponent was gone. She quickly looked around before noticing a shadow moving from the ropes. She looked up and saw Fallacy standing up from the ropes, posing with a finger gun.

Then she suddenly jumps from the ropes and prepares to crash into the skinny blonde still on the mat.

"Eeek!" Pansy panicked, trying to quickly think of a way to avoid the body slam. So she quickly rolled out of the way to avoid the move.

[Monsy]

For all of Miss Fallacy’s shortcomings, she could soar. A moonsault that could scrape the crowns of giants as she curved and flipped, came crashing down into… canvas. She could feel her innards spank into her backside. The mat squashed her chest, and the stiff bones of her legs, knees, and skull slammed into the canvas. Dizziness splashed her eyes and barrings. The slow cook of her senses was baked by pain that progressed full-body, and this sickening throb is what kept her down, groaning and without an answer on her stomach.

[SWLPal]

The skinny blonde rolled out of the way just in the nick of time as her opponent came crashing down onto the mat, missing her target and hurting herself in the process!

While Fallacy laid on the floor in pain from the failed bodyslam, Pansy managed to quickly get back up on her feet and go over and prepares to set up the next move against her opponent again. "Again, sorry in advance for what I'm about to do next. I hope I can make this up to you later afterwards", Pansy said to Fallacy before dragging her over to the middle of the ring and setting her up for the first move of her mini gauntlet of submissions.

First the blonde started with the sexy armbar hold. She propped Fallacy's butt to stick up in the air and then grabbed hold of one of her opponent's arms while sitting on top of the other, then began to pull tightly on her opponent's arm.

[Monsy]

She was a vulture’s prey. Free to pick at, manipulate as the will to move bled itself dry. She was dragged to the ring’s heart, an arm pinned down, knees brought up so her hips could pose for the world, her bikini bottoms saving only her nether regions and a minority swath of her cheeks. A rattle almost made her tip. 〝H-Huh?〞

The pull on her far arm injected a life-scream from Fallacy’s dead expression. Her feet kicked and the tears burst from their trappings. The other arm was pinned so she couldn’t tap. The pain shot into her shoulder blade, arm and focused around the elbow. Muscles squeezed and almost spasmed and she dug her forehead into the canvas to weep, painting it with her wetting cheeks. 〝L-Let m-me g-g-g….AAAH!〞

[SWLPal]

As Pansy pulled on her opponent's arm, Fallacy screamed in pain from the tight and painful hold that she was being put through which caused Pansy to react in a bit of shock and worry. "Damn it I think I'm pulling too hard on her. Maybe I should lighten up a little", Pansy thought to herself before easing up on the pulling some and deciding to pin her arm behind her back as well as firmly tugging on it a little too.

The skinny blonde then leaned over to say something to her pinned opponent. "I'm sorry if I hurt you too much there. I think I went a little overboard on the pulling there. But don't sweat it too much, I'll try and ease it up some starting now... and with the next move too!"

After a moment on the sexy armbar, the blonde then forcibly made her opponent get up and move her into an abdominal stretch. Only this time, making sure not to go too hard on her. "I hope... this change of pace... is alright... with you", she asked as she stretched Fallacy in place.

[Monsy]

The aftermath left her in heaps. A cute burn inside her shoulder-blade, a pinch of the elbow joint and wet strain in all her muscles in-between. The limb was folded behind her back, and she rested her chin on the canvas, lower-lip pursed and eyes stung. There wasn’t much to do except stand when told, legs pried apart by a hook, arm hooked beneath Pansy’s opposite limb, then pulled. Her muscles squeezed into a multiple of metal wires, shaking and straining. She bit her lower lip, whined and shook her head.

“I don’t like a-any of this actually! A-And don’t take me lightly!” Her head dipped down to Pansy’s leg after. The loose nature of this hold was something she spied, lest there would be no room to squirm already. So, she’d try to use her free arm and grab Pansy’s leg, then straighten her own and un-ravel it, making her lower-half free. Next, that arm went up, and she swivelled her upper half and tried to slink it over their opposite shoulder to make a finger-lock grip with the other hand trapped by Pansy’s arm. Then she’d lean forward, tugging the grip, hopefully flipping them over her shoulder and onto the canvas.