Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

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It took a moment for Barbara to regain her senses, that kick to the chin having rocked her head and left her in a daze. She let out a small groan, one hand reaching up to rub her sore chin, working her jaw to make sure everything was still in place. That hit made her quite angry, as Miss Fallacy had just broken the cardinal rule of not hitting an idol in the face. Barbara was definitely going to have to punish her for that!

But as she opened her eyes and began to sit up, her opponent was nowhere to be seen. Blinking in confusion, Barbara suddenly realized that while she was down Miss Fallacy was setting up for a big move! She looked around, blue eyes widening when she say her opponent charging in at her at full speed, before jumping into a sliding kick aimed right at her belly! She had no time to get away!

"GUUUUH!" Barbara grunted as Miss Fallacy's boot buried itself into her gut, kicking her right in the middle of the belly window on her suit. That hit knocked all the wind from Barbara. The idol slid along the mat from the force of the kick. She curled up afterwards, both hands clutching her bruised abs, mouth open and gasping for air after taking that unexpected hit!

[Monsy]

All of Evelyn’s weight and momentum came to a dead stop when her foot buried itself into their stomach. The shock travelled up her knee and forced a small bend, and she turned over on her hands and knees, then again turned to face them, all curled up and ready for another attack. Evelyn’s confidence could finally start to bubble up, something that this match shook. But now she was starting to move on instinct, crawling forward, grinning and biting the corner of her lip. When she reached their side, she grabbed an arm, pulled it out and placed a hand on their hip. “I am gonna put you on your stomach, k?”

Evelyn then used force, yanking on the arm and pushing down on their hips to force a turn onto their gut. A leg threw over them, placed on the opposite side, and she seated their lower-back, practically on their butt. Fans cheered on while Fallacy brought her legs forward, the boots planted by Barbara’s shoulders, and she hooked one arm over the knee. Now a hand dipped to fish for the other arm, pull it out and hook it over her other knee. Her head turned to face the crowd, issuing a patent wink and finger-gun to the front-row, “Bang!” Meanwhile, Evelyn’s hand dipped and grasped Barbara’s breast with a clench, and soon, Evelyn’s second hand grasped the other breast. It was mis-aimed but gentle. Evelyn wasn’t bothered that a chin could feel so soft. But she didn’t look to see what she was really grabbing, yet, instead, finished the application of her camel clutch by pulling back while still gazing at the fans, soaking in their attention, and copping an unintended feel of the Idol’s breasts!

[pu-level-up]

After taking that sliding kick right to the gut, Barbara lay on her side, gasping and retching as the pain forced her to curl up. Miss Fallacy had done quite a number to the idol after swinging the momentum of the match back to her side. With all the air knocked out of her by that sliding kick, Barbara couldn't fight back at all as Miss Fallacy began setting her up for another attack!

"Urk!" Barbara groaned as Miss Fallacy grabbed her arm and forced her to roll onto her front. Her aching tummy was soon forgotten as Barbara felt her opponent sit down on her back, planting her boots right next to her shoulders. Barbara's hands scrambled against the mats, desperately trying to pull herself out as she knew what kind of move Miss Fallacy was about to put her into. That did nothing though, as the weight of her opponent held her firmly in place. Then both her arms got trapped above Miss Fallacy's legs, ending that struggle.

"No! No wait!" Barbara groaned as Miss Fallacy showboated. She expected her opponent to grab her chin and bend her backwards next. But where Miss Fallacy actually grabbed on to lock in the camel clutch shocked the idol!

"Nooooo let go!" Barbara squealed when Miss Fallacy's hands each grabbed hold of one of her boobs! Her fingers dug deep into Barbara's soft mounds, squeezing her breasts tightly against her chest as she pulled back and forced the idol up! The cameraman saw what was happening, quickly zooming in on Miss Fallacy's grip, giving everyone in the audience a high-definition view of Barbara getting groped while being put in a camel clutch! As the view filled the jumbotron screens, the crowd let out a roar of approval! Barbara meanwhile was utterly humiliated, her face turning bright red as she got groped by her opponent, helpless to stop Miss Fallacy from continuing this hold!

[Monsy]

Evelyn’s displays of control were so few and far in-between that she soaked in every second of what she had now. Even if it meant cutting a couple corners here and there on her technique - but that fact was lost on the young Fallacy who grabbed onto her opponent’s chest as she wrenched back inside the camel clutch! The skin spilled between her fingers like warm dough, and she clenched tighter as her legs pushed into the canvas, putting an arch into her back, doubling the pressure in the hold! “Wooo! Yeah!”

Silver hair now draped and spilled onto Barbara’s back and the surrounding canvas. Evelyn had her tongue pinched between her teeth and poking out between her lips. She squeezed a couple times, and it felt too soft now that her consciousness had time to sink into the moment. When she straightened, still pulling, she found where her hands had placed and a beet red streak washed across her cheeks. “Say pleaa-A-AH! W-Wait. T-That was an accident. Here, here, I’ll fix it… Just gotta…” One hand peeled off like a suction cup, tailing up their chest, collar and hooking the chin. Soon her other hand followed as she tried to re-assert a more honest camel clutch, but she was left nibbling on her bottom lip as she had about a dozen hesitancies and new thoughts.

But for now… Evelyn would want to maintain her status quo, steadily pulling back with the traditional hold to turn this roundabout humiliation into one of gritty-n-sweatin’ pain!

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Barbara did not believe for a moment that Miss Fallacy grabbed her boobs by accident. Nobody screws up like that when executing a camel clutch, she thought, boobs and her chin felt totally different! No, her opponent just wanted to humiliate her a bit by feeling her up! Barbara noted this in her mind as another thing she would have to pay back Miss Fallacy for, once she regained control of this match.

Unfortunately for her she was in quite the bad position, as Miss Fallacy began to shift her grip from her boobs to her chin to really lock in the submission hold. One hand switched positions successfully, Barbara feeling the pressure let up for just a moment before Miss Fallacy cupped her chin. Then the other hand released her breast.

This was the moment Barbara needed. The idol suddenly twisted her body, attempting to wrench her head out from Miss Fallacy's grasp while she only had one hand holding her in this submission. She would try to unhook her arms as well to wriggle free of this hold, planting her hands on the mat before attempting to push upwards with her back, trying to buck Miss Fallacy off of her to fully break free!

[Monsy]

With Fallacy’s retreat from the hold inch by inch, she was antsy about whatever came next. But so long as she had control, there was room to recoup. It was a fun experiment while she had it. Maybe next time, there would be something more to toss onto the table. For now… Evelyn had one grip on their chin and was about to double it before they tweaked from their confines. She felt their arm slip off, and her hand snapped to try and pick it back up, “Shoot!” Then the other came free, and she froze up, and was bucked off.

Evelyn tumbled forward, somersaulting and coming to a knee, looking over-shoulder to spot them. There were a few options… None she was confident to try. Except for one. One where she stood up, turning around, slid a foot back and raised her hands, beckoning them to their feet, “Okay! You got me good there. You practise just for me or what?”

Evelyn tried to revitalise her cheer, waiting, “Ready to go again when you are!”

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After bucking Miss Fallacy off her back, Barbara slowly pushed herself back up to a standing position. The camel clutch didn't hurt her too bad, but the fact that Miss Fallacy went and grabbed her boobs was just unacceptable to the idol. She had a furious look on her face, not the least because Miss Fallacy acted dumb and made it seem like it was just an accident. "Like anyone has accidents like that!" Barbara thought as she wiped off her chin and got into her fighting stance.

Well, if that's the way Miss Fallacy fought, then she shouldn't blame Barbara if the idol did the same! With that thought in mind, Barbara stepped in, arms raised, reaching out to grab Miss Fallacy and tie her up in a collar and elbow grapple!

"You're gonna pay for that," the idol growled. After a moment of grappling, Barbara shifted her grip, switching to grab one of Miss Fallacy's arms with both hands. She would then twist it sharply behind her back, torturing her for a moment with an armbar, before raising her arm and pushing on it hard, attempting to take her opponent down to the mats with an armbar takedown, maintaining her hold afterwards to continue hurting her opponent!

[Monsy]

She was fought back to neutral ground, and Fallacy started to find her mental footing in this match. So far, the contest wasn’t so bad. Sure she ended up feeling Barbara up, but after a few seconds of sulking in her heat, she found herself more confident than before. A beaming smile took her as she readied herself, waiting on them who’d eventually meet her, toe-to-toe, just how she liked it! When the two women rammed together, the strain struck her knees and was absorbed into her thighs, then the toes of her boots as Evelyn braced, seized her breath and offered a first push.

Evelyn gave a wink as they met eye-to-eye, “Oh yeah? How so?”
Right as Evelyn was about to ram home an advantage, Barbara beat her to the punch, and seized her wrists into an arm-encompassing twist! Her palm turned around and pointed up. Evelyn slumped, whimpered and clenched her features into a knot. Then when they twisted it behind her back, Evelyn arched back, “Ok, that-” And she collapsed right onto her knees, falling face-down, hips up, her other hand left to reach and scrape the canvas. “W-Was good! What now, huh?” Evelyn said in a tensed voice, strain still knit her eyes shut as she looked around for an escape. So far… There was none.

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After twisting Miss Fallacy's arm behind her back, forcing her down to her knees and then pushing her face against the mats, Barbara found her opponent in the perfect position for some devious punishment. The idol's grin widened as she twisted a bit harder on Miss Fallacy's arm to make sure she stayed on the mats. "Ohhh this is just the beginning," Barbara said, barely able to contain her eager glee, "For me revenge, you are going to get a far worse humiliation!"

She made sure to secure a strong grip with one hand, then freed up her other hand to reach down and grope Miss Fallacy's proffered ass. "You've got such a nice body Miss Fallacy, I'm glad you're not afraid to show it," the idol continued, "What a nice bum you've got... Why don't we give everyone a better look!" She gripped the hem of Miss Fallacy's bikini bottoms and pulled up, forcing the material to wedge tightly between the hotties butt cheeks!

Barbara cackled as she pulled up hard on those bottoms, giving Miss Fallacy a tortuous wedgie. She stopped after a moment though, releasing the bikini bottoms though she made sure they remained wedged in to expose Miss Fallacy's ass. "That was just a teaser," Barbara said, "This is the real punishment!" With that, Barbara swung her hand down and Gabe Miss Fallacy's luscious ass a hard spank! She wanted to leave a nice red handprint where her hit landed. Then she would switch to the other cheek, marking it with a bright red handprint as well! Barbara laughed as she repeatedly spanked Miss Fallacy, eagerly punishing her opponent for her naughtiness in an utterly humiliating fashion, not stopping until she felt satisfied!

[Monsy]

The arm-wringer was a nasty bite, stinging up the shoulder, and with Evelyn head down and hips up, there wasn’t anywhere to arch. It stung more. Her face tightened up. “OW-” Breathe. Just breathe. So far this wasn’t so bad. There were ways to get out of this. Evelyn knew them. It’s all about finding that little opening. But now came the part that was foreign.

“Woah-HEY!” The grab put some heat into her face and she squirmed back into their hand. There was enough to fill an idol’s heart and desires. Firm. “A-Aha… It’s not like it covers that m-mu- OWOW-” Pulling up her bottoms until it fed through the cheeks, yanked and strained until it felt like a string eating into her skin. Evelyn whimpered more from the embarrassment, looking over-shoulder with a hot pink blush. It was just in time to spot that swinging hand making its debut spank!

“A-AH…” The first slip of the mouth was a subtle moan, and that hot pink turned to cherry red. Her butt rippled and was left tantalised by the afterburn. “Stop that!” Evelyn squeaked, looking towards the ropes. The humiliation was giving her heart a good race. She was feeling hot everywhere, and unable to respond beyond the little pleasured whines and to gradually redden into a tomato!