Diana Accera vs Sylvie Leblanc: Steamy Eurobrawl!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Call it, huh?" Sylvie grunted, starting to strain again in an effort to escape the fleshy prison she was constrained by. "I'm not the sort of gal who submits just like that..."

But, even as she struggled gamely to writhe free, the silver-haired grappler recognized their recent actions had left her weakened and her opponent knew it too! Having scored the stunning opening pinfall by gaining full control after a lengthy grinding squeeze, it now seemed that Sylvie Leblanc was suffering a massive dose of her own medicine...

[Devilish53]

Surely enough, almost to her delight, Sylvie was yet to give in and even the scores out. So be it, she figured. She'd simply continue. After all, the more she ground at the white haired beauty now, the less of a fighting state she'd be in later on. Plus, Diana was enjoying it.

Of course.

"Atta girl.." Diana winked, mocking her pinned foe with a blown kiss, one that swept a lock of white hair out from the increasingly sweaty beauties gaze. All the while continuing her grind, albeit this time, making note to focus a little more on the hip region of her foe with her own. She didn't exactly need to put emphasis on Sylvie's hefty bosom, given the state they were in.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Surely Diana must go for the pin now she's got me so locked down, Sylvie thought to herself, hoping finally for some relief. But the grind just wore on as the hot dark-haired 'attagirl'-ed her, winking and blowing a mocking kiss. Concerned about the prospect of being ground into a state where she was no longer in any fit shape to continue, the white haired wrestler made one final abortive effort to break free before grudgingly tapping out.

For the first time in her long wrestling career an exhausted Sylvie Leblanc had been forced to submit to an extended bosom squeeze, and despite the telltale dilated pupils and flush of arousal on her cheeks, the French grappler wasn't entirely happy about it!

[Devilish53]

A pin, easy as one would have been, was simply not coming. With uncharacteristic desire to even the playing fields out entirely, Diana was seeking the return point over Sylvie in but one fashion. And it wasn't going to be a pin. She wanted Sylvie to admit, physically or verbally, that she simply couldn't take it anymore. And soon enough, it came.

Loosening up entirely, dropping atop Sylvie like a toned blanket, Diana's now loose legs and arms wrapped around the white haired beauty softly, almost giving her cheek quite the loving rub.

"Wasn't so hard...was it..." Her thumb wiping yet another loose hair, before at the behest of the referee, she began to pull herself off her foe.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Nuuu -ooo..." Having had the air comprehensively crushed out of her Sylvie responded a bit like a cardiac arrest victim as Diana relieved the pressure began to peel them apart. Their superheated skin felt damp every place they had been touching and, after her opponent got off, the silver haired wrestler lay there for some time, feeling hot flushed for all manner of reasons. After a time she sighed and rose to head back to her corner, carelessly adjusting her bikini which had taken almost as much punishment during the last fall as she had.

[Devilish53]

Slowly but surely, with her hands sliding all the way down Sylvie's frame one last time amidst the heat of the moment, Diana pressed her palms into the ground beneath her foes feet, to secure that rise. Astounded herself that amidst the chaos, both of the grapevine and the preceding squeeze by Sylvie upon her own frame, that neither body was rendered atleast partially nude, Diana tended to her own bikini out of habit upon watching Sylvie.

Staying silent now save for lowly, audible breaths, signalling that the Italian was far from unaffected from the encounter on more than a physical level, Diana gave her foe more than space to rise. Stepping back, her figure would bend down just a tad, arms spread far with hands to her toned thighs, as if sizing up Sylvie once again this late in the match.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Struggling to compose herself Sylvie shook her ringing head, tacitly admiring how Diana's ruthless ambition had finally paid off to level the score in this grueling battle of attrition. As the wrestlers glowered seductively at each other across the ring, bodies glazed with perspiration, sweat trickling down their backs, one thing was abundantly clear: the final fall would be contested just as hotly as the ones that came before.

[Devilish53]

After a final size up, and a huff almost, given what was about to come, Diana assumed fighting posture yet again. Hands up, palms open and eyes askew, the amazon stepped forward slowly but surely with sly grin still to her face. The two had a lustful encounter thus far, but Diana was still keen on winning in the physical side of things. Though, she'd have no complaints in encountering Sylvie elsewhere.

Perhaps somewhere more private.

For the moment though, her thoughts were focused purely on finding a way to work that figure down to nothingness yet again. Her shoulders tensed as her top half leaned in, signalling the desire for a lock-up with her white haired foe, despite the mere idea of one draining Diana's stamina further.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

So, she wants to go straight into another lock, Sylvie thought wryly to herself as they faced off for the final fall, her opponent clearly signalling her intent from the outset. Let's give her a lock-up to remember then! Despite energy levels still feeling depleted by the long grind preceding, the silver-haired grappler advanced quietly and confidently, arms up, with legs parted far enough to keep her stance flexible and balanced.

"So, got any plans for later?" She threw the comment Diana's way wondering if that would distract her, or if, perhaps, the dark-haired woman had similar thoughts on her mind.

[Devilish53]

The two women clenched one another tightly, but given their postures, it appeared that either woman could have collapsed there and then on the other. A interesting idea, given how the match had gone thus far.

"I'm..I'm thinking a long soak and a tall glass...you comin'?" She'd wink, trying with what force she could muster to pull in an upwards direction on Sylvie's clenched body, to straighten herself and the white haired beauty out a little. From there, she could stand straight and against her foe, with a few more options available from there on in. Mostly involving attempts at downing Sylvie, given the mere act of standing was now a draining one.