Felicity Elliot vs. Erin Quinn

[Noob]

Still regaining her breath, Erin wasn't aware of Felicity heading towards her. She was only notified of something happening by the reaction from the crowd who for the most part seemed displeased with the turn of events. Suddenly she saw the shadow of her opponent hopping over her. The redhead wondered why Felicity had just passed her by. Prone on the ground, Erin was admittedly in a position for her foe to take advantage of. As the smaller wrestler passed her she would slowly begin to push herself up and sit up.

Unfortunately for the redhead, her foe was quick get back on the offensive. She hopped into the air before crashing down hard onto the Irish brawler. "Guugh!" Erin cried out, her eyes widening as the breath she had struggled to regain was now pressed right out of her. The impact shook the ring and would leave Erin sprawled out and dazed, now just gasping for air while trying to deal with the aching sensation that had spread across her body.

It wasn't long before the redhead would cross her arms over her abs while trying to roll onto her side. Felicity might not have been anywhere close to the largest wrestler Erin had faced but gravity had come to her aid to deliver a powerful blow to the redhead.

[Luncha_Libre]

Cheers filled Felicity’s ears as her body soared through the air. However, instead of praise for her acrobatic maneuver, the cheers seemed to be for Erin! Fans willing the Irish lass to get up, fight back, avoid having the white-haired woman come crashing down on her. As soon as Felicity’s body impacted Erin’s, a thunderous sound filled her ears. The ring rocked. Louder than that, however, was the disappointed groan of the fans, which gave Felicity a smug sense of satisfaction.

After hitting Erin with the Lionsault, Felicity shot back up to a seated position, sitting over her folded legs. The Black Cat held her own aching belly, the impact against the firm brawler being a bit rougher than she had imagined. Still, Felicity was grinning from ear to ear. Some of her white locks had fallen out of their pigtails, and hung over her face. She panted, her curvy body straining as she breathed. Still, as Felicity looked down to watch Erin writhe in pain and curl up into a fetal position, she felt nothing but pride. She was making the pretty fan favorite suffer, and she had every opportunity to rub that in!

Reaching out, Felicity grabbed Erin by her shoulder and hip, and yanked hard. Felicity pulled Erin out of her position, laying her flat against the mat. With the disapproval of the fans echoing in her ears, Felicity pushed herself forward and mounted a knee on top of Erin’s ribs. She pinned the girl against the mat, holding out her arms to preen arrogantly before the fans. She had just rocked the wind out of the proud brawler, and now she wanted to make her look as small as possible with a cocky, careless pin attempt.

“ONE!” counted the referee, while Felicity beamed.

[Noob]

Despite her foe's smaller size, the impact of her body crashing down on Erin had really hurt the brawler who was still reeling from the hit. If Felicity could deal a blow like that, the redhead was wondering what she could do if she learned some high flying moves. Unfortunately Erin didn't have too much time to get lost in thought. She knew that Felicity was going to follow up and although she was clearly in pain she still had to do something.

Before the redhead recovered she felt a hand on her shoulder and hip. She was taken out of her relatively comfortable position and splayed out on the mat. Now looking straight up she scowled before wincing when Felicity's knee dug into her ribs. Still catching her breath, Erin let her opponent hold her arms out and just looked to the side while she grit her teeth. Since her opponent wasn't exactly pushing the issue, Erin figured she'd try to gather herself for just a moment longer if she could.

It wasn't long before the referee began to count and Erin knew it was time to get moving again. Right before two was counted the redhead would try to push up and give her foe a hard shove backwards, only holding her achy ribs after the fact. "Nnnnng! Get off!" She'd yell.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity settled in on Erin’s toned body, nuzzling herself against the Irish brawler. Felicity gave a smirk down Erin’s way, tongue darting over her upper lip.

“C’mon, Irish!” Felicity teased, “Just let it happen! Then you and me can do something much more fun than this!” The Lionsault would have been a staggering upset, and turned out to be a much easier win than Felicity really could have hoped for, as Erin surged and broke the in at the two count. Cheers came up from the crowd, as Felicity was shoved back, landing on her ass.

“Butts!” Felicity pouted, sitting upright in front of Erin, arms back and legs spread. “Fine, I guess we do this the hard way!” Pushing herself up, Felicity paced around Erin, hoping to get back over her before the increasingly irritated Irish lass could get up. If she could, Felicity would reach out, and take hold of an arm.

Once she had that, Felicity would twist the arm, cranking on it, and settling in on Erin’s neck with the elbow of her free arm. The armbar would be painful, certainly, though maybe not as much to someone as experienced as Erin. The Black Cat didn’t think much about the strategy, however- she only wanted to hear Erin scream some more!

“Let’s hear that pretty voice of yours!” Felicity taunted, trying to lock in the hold.

[Noob]

Erin let out a sigh of relief after pushing her catty foe off of her. For a moment there she wasn't sure if she did it in time. She was just happy to not find out what fun Felicity was referring to and would instead work on her own version of fun which would of course involve tossing her opponent around the ring. But first the redhead had to get up before her foe showed her what "the hard way" was.

Erin turned onto her stomach and pushed up onto all fours. Before any more progress was made though, Felicity had taken hold of her arm. The next thing Erin knew, she was twisted into quite an uncomfortable position with her foe's elbow painfully driving into her neck. "Nnnnnng! Sh...shit...damn it..." She mumbled, her jaw now clenched shut. Sure her arm was in a good amount of pain right now, but there was no way Erin was going to give Felicity the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Her head turned towards her opponent only to shoot her a glare and mouth the words "So dead".

Despite her position, Erin was far from out of options. With her free hand she would try to push herself up a bit so that she could start making her way towards the ropes. It would be a slow crawl but barring anything unexpected, the redhead had faith that she could endure until she grabbed the bottom rope.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity was beside herself with glee as she laid her elbow into Erin’s pretty face. The Black Cat even turned the screws a little by grinding her elbow up and down across Erin’s jaw, roughing her up from her cheek to her neck, trying to make the hold that much rougher and more humiliating for the redheaded Irish brawler!

“What was that?” Felicity said, talking loudly enough that the ringside microphones should pick it up. “What are you saying, little red kitten? Speak up, I don’t think the fans can hear that lovely accent!” In reality, despite Erin only mouthing her threats at Felicity, the fans likely wouldn’t have heard them anyway over the sounds of the massive jeering of Felicity’s underhanded tactics.

“Nngh, hold still!” Felicity scowled, as Erin began to struggle beneath her. Felicity was posing on top of her foe, shoulder back and chest thrust forward, wanting to highlight her own looks as she perched atop her opponent, drawing more heat from the crowd. As Erin started to move and shift, Felicity shifted above her. The Black Cat’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout, and she struggled to keep control of her opponent. “Stop it!” Felicity hissed, increasing the roughness with which she would grind her elbow across Erin’s face.

Despite this, however, there was no stopping the Irish lass from crawling toward the ropes. Felicity could see Erin’s end goal, and she tried to settle her ass down toward the canvas to get enough leverage to stop the young woman. Still, Felicity’s attention was directed too many ways- toward settling her weight, toward torturing Erin’s neck, and toward trying to present her feminine curves in a way that would excite and infuriate the fans. Erin would inevitably reach the ropes, prompting the referee to call for a break!

“I have till five~!” Felicity whined, keeping the hold locked in as the ref started a count. Once at four, Felicity would make the break, rolling away from Erin, but she soaked up every bit of hate from the fans- and her foe- until she was forced to do so!

[Noob]

Erin knew the crawl towards the ropes was going to be unpleasant but she wasn't prepared for just how much Felicity seemed intent on ruining her day. "Ughhhh! Get OFF!" The redhead cried out as her opponent drove her elbow into Erin's jaw. Erin would continue to pull herself forward, attempting to buck the other wrestler off of her every so often. Unfortunately Felicity was firmly set in place and intent on causing more damage to Erin and her ego.

A blush started to form across Erin's face as she was referred to as little red kitten. There was no part of that phrase she particularly liked. "Said I'mma kick yer arse!" Erin yelled, her accent quite more pronounced now. She had every intention of making good on her threat and even delivering more but she was cut off by Felicity roughing her up harder. "Gaaah stop it damn it!" The redhead whined, sounding a bit more exacerbated than angry this time.

Finally Erin grabbed onto the rope. She thought she would get immediate relief but Felicity was clearly going for the underhanded tactic. As such for another few moments Erin was forced to endure the hold with gritted teeth and her eyes shut tight. The Irish lass let out a sigh of relief when Felicity was finally forced to let go of her. She at least felt solace in the fact that the crowd was on her side after that. "Ugh...fff...ughhh." She groaned as she used the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. The redhead would need a few moments to stretch her neck out after that but with time the pain would subside.

Barring any other dirty tactics from Felicity, Erin would ready herself for another go at it. This time she'd make sure that Felicity really regretted playing dirty. "Alright...no more playin. I'mma kick yer arse right outta this ring." Finally regaining her composure the redhead would raise her arms and prepare to just pound her fists into Felicity's body.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity’s eyes went wide as she heard Erin’s accent start to come out in her frustration. Trying to keep on top of the fiercely fighting Irishwoman was a hell of a struggle, but worth every moment that she could try and grind that fighting spirit down. The accent, however, almost superseded everything else!

“OH, Little Red Kitten!” Felicity gasped, “I love that accent! I can’t wait to hear how it echoes off the shower stalls, later!” With that comment, Felicity licked her upper lip, making no effort to disguise the salacious thoughts running rampant through her head. The Black Cat was so caught up in this that she let the referee’s count get up to four before she finally released Erin and backed off from the Irish fighter.

“Killjoy,” Felicity grumped, sticking her tongue out at the hardworking official. Turning her attention back to Erin, Felicity got herself ready to get back into the spirit of the competition. Knowing full well the referee was getting tired of her shenanigans, Felicity began to formulate more legit tactics to get what she wanted out of Erin, tonight.

Creeping up on the redhead as she recovered on the ropes, Felicity’s fingers wiggled eagerly. She heard the Irish woman threaten her, again with extra emphasis on that enticing accent. Felicity only let out a low, purr-like sound in response. Lifting her arms, Felicity stepped in, ready to lock up and resume grappling with what she expected to be a weakened, tired opponent. Instead, she was met with Erin’s fists, slamming into her belly!

“Hoof!” Felicity grunted as Erin’s fists sank into her belly, pounding the wind out of her. Doubling over, Felicity staggered back. Her curvy body quivered, her arms wrapping around her aching belly. Felicity managed to stay up on her feet, but she couldn’t help but whimper and feel like she was paying the price for severely underestimating her fiery opponent.

[Noob]

Having landed a nice blow to Felicity's stomach, Erin wanted to smile. With her arm still aching from the hold she was in not so long ago though she would instead wince. "H...How's that huh?" The redhead asked as her expression returned to normal. From the looks of it the punch had definitely done more damage to her foe than she had done to herself. Now the Irish brawler had to capitalize. Erin would have wanted to go in for a bearhug and just squeeze the fight out of Felicity, but for once she decided to use her brain. Since her opponent seemed to enjoy fighting dirty that might not end up so well.

Instead Erin would grab Felicity by the shoulder and tug her forward before trying to get behind her hopefully stunned foe. From there her plan was to wrap her arms around Felicity's neck and drag her back up to a standing position. The redhead would happily squeeze tight in an attempt to both choke her foe out and keep her quiet for a bit. "Gotcha!" She exclaimed with a grin returning to her face. "You're not hearing anything when I knock you out." The redhead explained. "Not that I really get why you're listening to people in the showers anyway." The Irish lass added, oblivious as ever.

Securing her hold, Erin figured she'd give her foe one chance to apologize. "Now...if ya call me BIG red LION...then MAYBE I'll let ya tap and everyone won't watch your face turn as red as my hair." Erin said. She doubted it would be that easy but the more that Felicity struggled the more Erin would get to enjoy knocking her down a peg.

[Luncha_Libre]

Doubled over, Felicity was in the rare position of not being able to snark back at her opponent. It was enough of a struggle for the Black Cat to keep herself from trying to flee the ring at the moment, feeling the heat coming off the Irish lass and the terrible trouble that Felicity was currently in. Felicity tried to back away from her opponent, but there was no way she was going to be able to gain more ground than Erin could easily cover.

“AH!” Felicity cried out as Erin took her by the shoulder and spun her around. Felicity’s eyes went wide as she tried to see what Erin was doing behind her. All the Cat knew was that she wasn’t going to like it. “L-let me go!” Felicity demanded, voice cracking with fear. “W-what’re you- AH! AAAOWW!” Felicity wouldn’t know what was happening until Erin was tucked in firmly behind her, arm pulled tight against the Black Cat’s throat, poised to send her into a cat nap with the sleeperhold!

“Nnnnggh,” Felicity moaned, voice rasping. She would have let out a full on wail if Erin hadn’t been restricting her airway, but that didn’t matter. The crowd came alive seeing the redheaded Irish brawler lock in a solid hold on the cheating Black Cat. Felicity’s eyes began to brim with tears as it sank in how bad her situation was, with little she could do about it! Arms flailing, Felicity tried to grasp and claw for the ropes, attempting to force a rope break, the only obvious way out of her doomed predicament. Felicity could hear Erin teasing her with the prospect of changing her nickname, and only shook her head in pitiful protest. Clearly favoring a dominant position, Felicity was panicking now that the tables were turned!