Leotards, Bunny Ears & Pantyhose - Lorelei vs Angelina

[Monsy]

Prisoner of War Match

Standard Rules Apply
Win via Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Loser becomes the Winner's prisoner for 24 hours.

Black pantyhose legs, black leotard to cup the chest, white collar, black bow, black ears and velvet horns. It was nice seeing it all in the mirror. She grinned dumbly, finger-gunning with crimson cheats and a dopamine pumping heart-rate, “Angelina Tarrant, leotard wearin’, pantyhose skimpin’ and fluffy tail rockin’ bunny-fide bun bitch.”

It exercised her confidence, slowly - repeating that over and over until she believed it, so that everyone else believed it. Twitter was such an odd place to wind up like this. But who was to blame but herself? And who knew, that not even two years ago, her younger self would faint, seeing that she’s now twirling in her mirror, looking at her own pantyhose-covered ass, pulling the leotard just to cover a fraction of an inch, just so she can go out there and wrestle some chick. Heh, who knew. The thought didn’t cross her mind much. She felt so self-infatuated, hooking her bottom lip with a finger, wriggling her brows, then grabbing a bunny ear, folding it to cover one eye then waving at the mirror.

“Uhhhh…” A lady watched from the doorway.
“WAA!!” She screamed, scampering her hands close to her thundering chest. Everything about her was crimson for a second, staring blankly before she huffed, “Ya fuckas’ need to learn to knock!” Then she stomped out, passing by the chick who gazed with a confused blush, blinking… “But this is a public washroom.”

Angelina scooped up her board from just outside, running and jumping on, cruising to guerilla where a production assistant asked, “Wow, you’re on time.”

She hopped off, stomping on the tail so it came into her hand then huffed, “I woulda been longa if it wasn’t for some… PERVERT.”

From then, she just stomped on to the steps to take the stage. Her music was always like a drop in, smooth and hitting its rhythm from the get-go. Angelina was hot on the heels of her theme, jumping on her board and cruising to the stage’s lip, then stepping on her tail when it came to the ramp. The crowd cheered. Angelina’s black attire drew eyes, the high-cut leotard showed off long legs. And as twisted her hip to give a side-profile, giving a generous glance at her white bunny-tail rump, she shook her head, laughed, crossed both arms and flipped dual birds. “What’s up, degenerates?! Ya gon’ cheer for me now, huh?!”

Spoiler

Spoiler

“This! Is a Prisoner of War match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first - from the West Coast of America, standing at five foot three and one-hundred and twelve pounds. The Marauder! Angelinaaaa Tarrraaaant!”

She extended an arm, finger-gunning the ring before dropping in on the ramp, cruising down on her board for good speed, bending the knees and jumping up to land on the apron, crouched. She ran towards the turnbuckle pads, using the middle pad as a springboard to vault over the top rope and bounce into the ring. Her arms spread, her tongue stuck out. That infallible goofy confidence now showed its talons through the glint of her purple iris. Everything was set. The crowd was loving it so far. Now, it just needed its partner.

[Aeri]

Lorelei sighed. Why was it that she was always, always roped into the more perverted matches? She did know it was her fault for always being so greedy and wanting more cash, meaning that this paid a stupid amount more than what a regular one would do..

.. but really. A cow suit, a bed hentai match of all things.. and now a bunny suit?

.. she sighed, tweaking at her ears from backstage, wondering how she had managed to do this now. Lorelei was a gentle and somewhat pure soul, ironic for a profession in which violence and degeneracy ran anew. She’d trail her fingers across her thighs as she’d watch her opponent.. Angelina Tarrant, or Angie, enter the ring all hyped up.. the exact opposite of what Lorelei felt.

..

.. Lorelei stood, shutting down her phone and handing it over to an aide. Her theme began to play, and the blue haired young lady walked out of the guerilla position.

Spoiler

.. in a bright red bunny suit, highlighting her thighs and shapely figure. Her cheeks were almost as red as her opponents hair.. specially since the crowd was going wild at seeing her in such an attire. Hence why she tried to not pay attention, slipping into the ring a little less.. conspicuously, having only eyes for Angelina. She’d exhale softly, her eyes meeting the womans..

And she stuck her hand out, speaking shyly.

“It’s.. nice to meet you.. i-in real life I mean..”

[Monsy]

That blush was seen from the ring.
Really, she didn’t even need to see that. Their focus, young step. Were they hiding from everything around them? Much of what she wore covered her up. Angelina’s was much the same, though, she wasn’t a fan of leotards. It just hugged her skin and made her sweat. Her lithe curves were hugged at every corner. But Lorelei, well - this was the first time she faced someone smaller than herself. Those horns were adorable, she could just eat them. That suit made her brain melt into goop and she found her face heating up like a furnace. “Daaaaaaaamnnnn.”


A smile wrinkled onto Angelina’s face. “I… love this job…” Her smile evolved into a closed-eyed beam until dimples were on her face, swaying just a little side to side as she caught her flight to cloud nine, only brought back by that hand in front of her.

“Holyyyyy shit, look at ya! You’re so fuckin’ cute, like an erotic da vinci battle babe. I think the paint is still wet on this one! C’mere.”

Her arms opened and she stepped forward, aiming to swallow them in an embrace, press chest-to-chest and bring her mouth to their ear. “Tell ya what, girl, let's sweetin this thang. Win and I’ll hand ya all the money in my locka. Lose, and I treat ya like a cow instead of a bunny, mmk?”

[Aeri]

When she entered the ring and faced off against the redhead, Lorelei was not sure what she should have expected. She had held her hand out for Angelina to take and shake, the sign of a good match to be. If she took it that is..

.. which Angelina promptly refused. And spewed out a whole lot of.. compliments..? Yeah, she supposed she could count the “da vinci” thing a compliment.

And then she was pulled into a hug. Which was really just an attempt to cop a feel, or press up with her in her eyes.. but she did seem nice enough if she got past the rough exterior. So shyly she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her comfortably..

.. and then she short circuited because.. what did this girl just say?

“.. eh?”

That’s all she could say for a little second, comprehending the offer of sweetening this. While she sorely disliked being compared to cows, Lei had a mean streak when it came to money. She’d think about it for a second.. and then nod her head.

“.. I accept that offer.. but now I’m gonna fight my hardest!”

[Monsy]

Not the talkative type, hm? That much was denoted. Perhaps shy. Shy ones were the best. Though, she thought that already. It was just strange actually meeting someone who didn’t like to yammer or stoic their brains out until it was more steel than human. But if money was really the motivator, even if it’s unconfirmed money that she may or may not have, well, their naivety was noted as Angelina noted.

“As ya fuckin’ should, atta’ girl!” Angelina gave one last squeeze, then put her hands to their shoulders pushing them back just a bit, then, “Right! I’m about to look like a massive bitch for this, but -” She lowered her fist as she made eye contact, and on cue, swung, aiming to left-hook them right in the cheek-bone with bare knuckles. “That’s how you dominate.”

[Aeri]

Of course, Lorelei hadn’t figured that maybe, just maybe.. the money in Angelina’s locker wasn’t much more than a penny. Nobody stored much cash in their locker of all things, but this just showed how one track minded Lei could be when it came to cash.

She’d feel Angie squeeze her shoulders and push her back. Almost as if she was positioning her for something, to admire her, Lorelei assumed, since Angelina had been doing that quite a lot. But.. she had a quizzical expression when Angelina said what she did, what did she mea- WHAM. Lorelei was socked in the face, snapping her head to the side and dropping the blue haired bunny girl to her ass, holding her face in shock. That one was definitely gonna bruise, and other than a startled gasp Lorelei hadn’t made much noise.

“Owch..”

She’d glare up at Angelina though. She’d yank her leg backwards, pulling and sweeping her foot against Angie’s ankles to drop the Tarrant girl forwards, that too.. against her chest! If it worked as she wanted it to, Lei would wrap her legs around her and her arms around her head and neck, going for a bodyscissor/breastsmother combo!

[Monsy]

Now that felt great.
Although the sting in her hand was something that needed a cool down, it gained its attended effect and utterly floored their bovine-bitch ass! Though, a half-success. Angelina grinned as she shook out her hand, stepping towards them with a raised brow, “Man, took that reasonably wel-WOAH-” And little did the pirate-bunny know that this chick was a goddamn trickster. She felt her feet swing sideways and she followed her momentum, coming into a world of lycra-tits and wedging in-between. A warmth hugged her face, with arms around her neck and sides. There wasn’t much to squeeze Angelina into a pencil. The girl was soft, smooth and any squeeze showed the lines of her ribs as she hacked into their chest.

“Mmpff..”

Her hands stomped by Lorelei’s shoulders, pushing down, clawing, as well as sliding her hips back and shoving into them, dry humping to gain an inch of ground. There wasn’t a lot of breath to go around, and like a rat that’s trapped, Angelina soon found her teeth, and bit into Lorelei’s breast, hoping to catch the skin!

[Aeri]

“L-like that?”

Lorelei teased as she kicked Angie off her feet and into her smothery embrace. She hadn’t been such a grappler when she started, but she found it suited her rather well. She was able to take care of the writhing Angie just fine, the clawing not bothering her THAT much. She had dealt with farm animals before and she could take a bit of thrashing!

The dry humping was a different story, which made her squirm. Lorelei had a light hint of pink from it, but just smushed Angie’s head deeper into her rack.

Bad idea.

“ee-ouch!”

She’d make a noise between a squeak and a cry of pain, shoving Angie off her. Her sharp teeth had found skin and broke it to leave a nice little indent of her time in her booba for her to see. Lorelei rubbed at it, wincing a little as she incredulously exclaimed..

“You bit me!”

[Monsy]

What was with these chicks and stuffing faces between their boobs? Angelina couldn’t catch it. Maybe it was her own. She had a modest, although kickass pair if you asked her. Fill your hand - Fill your heart, deal. Though it was about as easy to escape as one would expect with four brain cells and a cup of bitter-juice. Nom. She got her wish. Her body flew and rolled onto her butt, carried into a back-roll that saw her land on her knees and comb the wicked blood-red hair back. “Uh, yeah, I did.” Angelina said with a raised brow, “I mean, ya stuff a gal six feet under in tits and don’t expect them to dig their way out? Pssh…”

She stood, stepping forward once, and leaning forward to offer Lorelei a hand. “Let's try somethin’ more traditional, k? We need to get this shit moo-ving and groo-ving.”

Fingers crossed all their IQ went into those horns. If they took her sportsmanship, and shallow kindness, things would get dicey for Angelina’s knuckles as she would pull and throw a hook at their face to knock ‘em silly!

[Aeri]

Of course, Lorelei was wary of her. But she would also take up Angie’s offer anyhow. She’d take her hand and hold it with her own, slowly pulling herself up and offering her a shy smile.

Angie may have been expecting to knock it right off with her fist, but in all honesty..

Lorelei had been expecting it. She caught, caught the others hand midair, rising to her feet.. as she increased her grip!

“Hmph. Sure, let’s get you to move!”

She’d say, a little pout on her cheeks. She would clasp Angelina’s hand tighter, before pull her in.. and then wham, she’d slam her knee mercilessly into her gut! Once would have been enough, but she reared back for a second one, jamming her knee nicely in her stomach. She held the position for a bit, before leaning forwards..

“I won’t be tricked by you no more..”

She’d clasp her head and push it underneath her armpit. And then Lei dropped on her back. Spiking Angie’s head right into the canvas with a DDT!