Hardstyle Hentai Match - Gisele LeBlanc vs. Sister Lucia

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc kept an eye on Sister Lucia as both were getting back up. This biblical girl was smarting from that ankle twist, which was what the Powderbuff was more than hoping for. It let her get chance to recover, still holding her neck. Her breathing was a little labored still, but all things considered, the French-Canadian wasn't in terrible shape.

The hobbling pace was enough for Gisele to get ready, turning just as Lucia went for a jumping headbutt! A move that LeBlanc managed to duck and gave her opponent a shove forward towards the ropes! She was wide-eyed after being able to avoid the attack, and very thankful that she had still been nimble enough to make sure she didn't take such a sudden blow.

She scowled at Lucia, immediately charging at her. She wanted to catch her while she was turning back around to face the Powderbuff! And it was then that the Blondeshell would attempt a running European Uppercut, sending her beefy bicep flying towards the chin of Sister Lucia! She wanted to completely rattle her opponent now, and give her a slice of payback from that elbow strike!

[BlackAkuma]

Just one quick headbutt, and Sister Lucia would be able to layout Gisele, take control of the match, and then-

”Eh?!”

The Holy Roller gasped as her attack hit nothing but air, with her opponent showing better reflexes than she had given the woman credit for. While she was certainly an unwashed, unworthy heathen, there was no denying her wrestling acumen, far better than she would have expected from such a harlot. Knowing her moment was lost, Sister Lucia tried to retreat, but the Powderbuff was all over before she had the chance to make a proper escape.

The woman’s strong shove was enough to send her staggering back, and she might have fallen flat if the ropes hadn't been there to catch her. She caught hold of them and righted herself, but she was only on solid feet for a single second before Gisele knocked her back off them, hitting her with a stiff shot in the jaw. Sister Lucia’s frail form was sent skyward with the blow as the momentum took her clean over the ropes.

She avoided a nasty spill on the floor with her quick thinking. As she flew, she grabbed hold of the ropes with one fumbling hand, gripped tight, and used them to come down on her feet on the apron, creating a barrier between her and her opponent. This move was a deft one, but it only brought her a few seconds at most. Sister Lucia was too dazed from that hellish hit to do much more than stand there at the moment, trying to shrug it off.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc's uppercut hit hard, and it nearly sent Sister Lucia flying up and away over the top rope, but she just narrowly grabbed hold of it to save herself from falling outside! The French-Canadian bent over, planting her hand on one knee and narrowing her gaze at that detestable girl she was fighting against. "Wafer," started the blonde, shaking her head. "I think you're starting to upset me."

She let that comment sit before walking straight up to Lucia, grabbing hold of that belt around her ribcage, just under her breasts. She kept a firm grip of it and gave it a tug, pulling Siter Lucia against the ropes from the inside of the ring. "Bon voyage," added Gisele. She was ready to escalate this match, and she certainly wouldn't be holding back any longer. She wanted to trounce and screw this chick--not necessarily in that order.

And she began that by keeping hold of the thin belt and giving a big boot directly towards Lucia's stomach, aiming to both send her off the apron and break that belt, freeing the Holy Roller from the constraints of it and letting her outfit become far more loose! If successful, Gisele didn't think disrobing her would be too difficult after that!

[BlackAkuma]

Again with the ‘wafer’ thing. Sister Lucia was seriously starting to resent this woman and her penchant for silly, foodbased nicknames. ”I could not conceivably care less, you disgusting, insufferable, miserable excuse for a…hey, hey!”

Sister Lucia’s exclamations came in when Gisele came in and grabbed the belt under her breasts, yanking it and pulling her against the ropes. ”Stop! Stop! What are you doing, let me go, let me-”

As it so happened, Gisele did let her go, just not in any way that she would’ve liked, as she nailed her with a boot and sent her flying off the apron…without her belt. Lucia crashed up against the barricade, back first, and slumped against it for support, but her poor position wasn’t the most distressing thing. No, the bigger problem was her chest, which was now feeling much more accessible without the belt to keep it constrained, leaving her wide open for whatever disgusting machinations were going through the Powderbuff’s mind. Lucia realized the distress she was in, but she wasn’t in much of a position to do much about it at the moment, still reeling from the heavy hit she’d taken.

[Dubski]

Gisele's boot had ripped that belt clean off with the impact, leaving the Blondeshell to hold a tattered belt before tossing it aside. She didn't waste any time before she followed Sister Lucia to the outside as well. "Wafer, you want to beg me to stop... but you wouldn't afford me the same kindness if the roles were reversed and you know it," explained the Powderbuff simply. She didn't buy into this pleading act from Lucia, especially after her conduct thusfar.

LeBlanc found herself walking towards Lucia and then grabbed her by her collar and the straps between her chest with both hands. "So now, no mercy," concluded the powerful lightweight. She ripped her straight to her feet, threatening the integrity of the clothes she had her mitts on. And she narrowed her gaze at the Holy Roller.

And then, Gisele LeBlanc would keep a firm grip on the fabrics before literally attempting to throw her in a modified Biel Throw across the outside of the ring! She wanted to heave her until her outfit ripped apart, with the added bonus of further delivering some pain to her opponent!

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia groaned as she languished against the barricade, trying her best to get a hold of her breath. However, it wasn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when Gisele seemed to be on the warpath, intent on pressing her - assuredly temporary - advantage. She needed room to recover, and her foe seemed hellbent of not letting her have it, pursuing her with an irritating fervor.

”I was not begging, trollop.” She grunted as she tried to stand all the way up, gathering herself as Gisele approached. ”I was demanding, and would do well to…hey, hey!”

Sister Lucia was taken off guard as Gisele moved in and yanked her up, using the straps on her outfit as a handhold. She squawked as she was sent careering through the air with a huge throw, one that had her coming down hard on her back near the steps. To make matters worse, some of the straps on her outfit were coming undone, and it was becoming clear what this woman’s disgusting plan was.

But Sister Lucia was not without options, and she went for one as she tried to make a hasty retreat, scrambling under the ring apron and taking some solace in the darkness. It was only a temporary solution that would buy her some time if it worked out, giving her a way to put some space between the two of them. And if Gisele were foolhardy enough to follow her, she would find a surprise waiting for her…

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc kept a firm grip on Sister Lucia's outfit. Her eyes narrowed at her further insults, and that's all it took to encourage the Powderbuff to absolutely launch her! The Holy Roller went up and then came down after the outfit was torn in the powerhouse's grasp! Clapping her hands together after tossing her opponent, Gisele called out after Lucia and said, "The insults are wholly unnecessary, Wafer!"

She saw Lucia starting under the apron and LeBlanc paused, putting his hands on her hips and shaking her head. Of course she'd try something like that. She didn't need to deal with this added irritation from Lucia, on top of the irritation that Sister Lucia was already presenting her too. Nothing about this plan was going to be simple, it seemed.

With a large sigh, Gisele walked towards where Lucia had disappeared to and then grabbed hold of the apron, pulling it up and onto the edge of the ring. Then, she would duck down and attempt to grab hold of some part of her wickedly holy opponent, trying to drag her out from under the ring. She certainly didn't have any sort of urge to keep playing around with her at this point.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia might have looked like she was retreating…and, in truth, she was. But there was more to it than that, of course. While it was obvious that she couldn't overpower Gisele, there more ways than one to deal with such an opponent. The Lord might have blessed this woman with an abundance of strength and an overflowing chest, but He had given his more loyal servant something precious - wisdom. The wisdom to know when to stay and when to flee, and the wisdom to use the environment to her advantage, a skill she would eagerly employ.

Sister Lucia scrambled into the darkness and immediately began to fumble about, quickly going through the inventory. There were the usual mainstays, tables, ladders and chairs, but all three of them were too clunky for her purpose. She needed something smaller, something she could make use of without the referee noticing, something like…

Ah. That would do.

When Gisele flipped the apron up and reached in, she would find Sister Lucia waiting for her with open arms. The Bible Thumper reached out to grab her opponent’s hair and pulled it under the ring, just out of the referee’s sight, only for a moment - that would be all the time she would need to bash her in the head with the fire extinguisher she’d found, a quick hit to swing momentum back in her favor.

[Dubski]

Gisele had managed to grab hold of Sister Lucia--at least some part of her as she bent over, going to one knee. She really didn't like playing these games. LeBlanc was used to brats and losers trying to take cheap ways out of matches, and she would rather just have a fair and fun match. Unfortunately, there were some who just needed to make that difficult and dampen the experience.

Just as the Powderbuff had a good grip of Sister Lucia, there would be a giant shift though.

THUNK!

A shift in the form of a fire extinguisher to the head. Instantly, the French Canadian powerhouse fell to her back, holding her head with both hands as she groaned. The world spun and she was barely aware of what just happened. It didn't matter how powerful that Gisele was, or how dominant she could be--a simple shot to the head from an object as hard and unforgiving as a fire extinguisher was hard to deal with. And all LeBlanc could do right now was lay there in pain, trying to get her wits about her now.

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Sister Lucia tried to hide it, there were those in the audience who had a perfect view of what happened, and let their displeasure be known with a rousing round of boos, showering her with disdain as their heroine rolled about on the floor. Much to their chagrin, however, the referee was not among their number - she came along a moment too late, looking over the ropes only to see Gisele on the floor, languishing about, not knowing the source of her pain.

That suited Sister Lucia well. If the referee hadn't seen it, then it was legal as far as she was concerned. If the Lord had not wanted her to use such weapons, then surely he would not have put them within her reach.

With her foe incapacitated, she was given many options on how to proceed, but she knew which ones were most productive. More than anything, she needed to make leeway on stoking this slut’s rampant libido and securing a win.

Like the serpent of old, Sister Lucia slithered her way out from under the ring and crawled over Gisele’s prone body. She swung her leg about, turned to face her chest, and tried to plant her butt square on the Powderbuff’s face, looking to both keep her pinned down and give her an ample dose of humiliation at the same time. This was all a distraction, of course - her true target was the woman’s chest, as she reached down to pull and tear at her top, trying to rip it apart and free those proud breasts of hers.