Trinette Vaillant Vs. Clara Karma - Hotbox Cage Match!

[Devastated]

Trinette grunted out as she was thrown onto her back by Clara with the full weight of her rival coming down on top of her, she was squashed beneath her foe...she had lost her grip on the full nelson, so when Clara wiggled her way free it wasn't too difficult for her to do so.

The blunette grit her teeth and tried to push up but as she did she was met with the knee of Clara thrusting down into her belly. " Gwuh!" She gasped out, coughing out a few times before Clara pushed up to her feet and then swung down with that elbow right into the Paladin's chest!

The bony elbow landed square upon one of Trinette's generous tits, eliciting a cry of pain from the French wrestler. Trinette would wrap her arms around her torso and roll to the side! Covering up as she was forced to cough and gasp for air.

[Herotica]

As soon as Clara was free, she instinctively dived back down onto her opponent when an elbow drop, catching her rather nastily in the breast, it was almost enough to feel bad, if she wasn't so focused on escaping the oven she found herself in.

As Trinette rolled away with a cry, Clara moved into a crouch, wiping sweat from her brow before it would creep into her eye she planned her next strike. This woman was tough, and she was going to have to really bring the pain if she wanted to win.

Her eyes narrowed, if she could get behind Trinette, now would be a perfect time for a brutal chinlock, stretching the resistance out of her would definitely make her more pliable, a slow smile grew as she sprang forward.

[Devastated]

Trinette rolled over onto her side and brought her up to cover her hurting chest, she cursed and grumbled a little under her breath at having taken that painful elbow. The bluenette would begin to push herself up to her knees, but as she was in the process of doing so, Clara came in behind her and snagged her up with that chinlock!

"Nngh...!" Trinette would let out a groan through gritted teeth as she would squirm and struggle in the hold. Her hands shooting up to grab at Clara's arm, as she tried to pry it off of her. She felt the hold was locked in pretty tight though, sweat trickled down her brow, as she huffed out...the heat was already becoming a pretty big issue, and she was wondering just how much of a torture she was in for the longer this match went on.