Major Malfunction! Bianca Valentine vs Millie Walker!

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*The tactile connection she'd made was instantly gratifying, if not just a tad more jarring than she had anticipated. Feeling slightly woozy from the officious exertion on her behalf, Bianca climbed to her feet while gracious shaking off the lingering pain, refusing to let the crowd see her suffering.*

"R..r..ready over there?" *She casually tossed out a rhetorical question, trying to capitalize on Millie's vulnerable state by galloping towards her, weaponizing her body in an attempt to spear the british bombshell back into the canvass.*

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The Briton let out a slight breath as she managed to clamber back up onto her knees. But she wouldn't have much time to loiter, not with Bianca still up and about at least. If she didn't act fast, she could certainly expect the larger woman to come crashing down on her again.

"Hmm?" Millie mumbled in response to the rhetorical question, looking up at her opponent only to find Bianca already galloping towards her. Her eyes darted around the ring, looking for anyway out of this situation, but as the raven haired woman bore down on her, the ex-pilot couldn't see anything that would help. No, now wasn't the time to run, it was time to bunker down and weather the storm.

Tensing her body, Millie stared straight into Bianca's eyes, daring her to continue on. As Bianca leapt into the spear, Millie readied herself. Then the larger woman hit her and sent them both to the canvas. Millie let out a grunt, but went back on the attack the moment they landed, swinging a punch straight up at Bianca's face as she tried to fold her knee up between the two of them and pry Bianca off.

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*Having gotten accustomed to her adversaries always fleeing from her indominable power, Bianca was flabbergasted by how resilient the british bombshell was. Once initial contact had been made, Bianca let out a vexxed huff but would remain undeterred. She knew that this wasn't just any ordinary match, but a struggle for dominance. She desperately wanted to prove that she wasn't an average jobber, and Millie provided her with an excellent opportunity to do just that.*

"Gnnhh!" *That was, however, until the sucker punch from down below caused the Jamaican queen to momentarily pause. It did just enough damage to force her backwards, as she frantically attempted to gather her bearings before the tide turned in Millie's favor.*

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Bianca was doing well so far. Millie hadn't heard of the woman before this point, but she really did hope the two of them managed to get through the match without any hard feelings. As tough as she acted in the ring, the Briton certainly wouldn't mind getting a drink with the Jamaican sometime.

But that was for the future. Right here, right now, Millie wasn't going to go easy on her opponent. She liked Bianca, so she was going to give the larger woman everything she had. So she swung up with the sucker punch, forced Bianca backwards, and immediately rolled away from her foe. Landing on her knees, Millie leapt up to her feet, turned, and ran away straight towards the ropes.

Reaching them, the Briton would turn as she impacted them, then use the momentum to launch herself back at Bianca. "Hrm." She grunted, going for something a little different this time. Bianca had knocked her to the mat after all, so the Briton figured it was time for a little payback. Leaping up, Millie threw herself at the Jamaican in an attempted Lou Thesz press, hoping to be able to ride the woman down and deliver a few punches to wear her out.

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*Her nearly unshakeable concentration finally shattered by Millie's thunderous shot that rattled her body, Bianca naturally plopped backwards with an expression of sheer frustration and ire on her face. Being denied by the taciturn bombshell was beginning to grate on her nerves, but that alone wouldn't hinder her spirit.*

"Y..you..you can wrestle me down anytime." *A rather innocent comment, but when delivered by one as ebullient and effervescent as Bianca, it could sooth even the most aggressive of souls. She meant it that way- A kind compliment in the heat of their tense showdown.*

*All too soon however, Millie had appeared to fling herself into Bianca's face, not that she was complaining.* "Grrrhh!" *She replied with a muffled sound, taken aback by the bold yet effective gambit. Inevitably, this abrupt mass of weight forced her into the ground, giving the buxom brit a brief advantage. Internally though, Bianca was squealing with joy- such intense, physical contact was something she had desired from Millie all along.*

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Millie was starting to get lost in her competitive nature. She hardly noticed the frustration and ire making it's way into the Jamaican's expression, far more concentrated on winning. It was something that she'd tried to control, but in a match like this where both women were giving it their all, she tended to fall back into her old ways.

Until now, at least.

The moment Bianca's next comment parsed through her brain, Millie's focused look faltered a bit as a look of mild confusion mixed with a touch of embarrassment crossed her face, a blush rising into her cheeks. "W-What?" She asked, awkwardly fidgeting for a moment on top of Bianca. Her fist hung in mid-air, frozen before she could launch it at her foe.

Suddenly acutely aware of the close contact both buxom wrestlers were in, Millie's eyes darted down for a moment in an uncharacteristically sheepish act, before she focused her gaze on Bianca's face once more. Trying her best to regain her composure, Millie summoned forth a harder expression. However, the blush in her cheeks still betrayed how flustered the Briton was starting to feel as she went to slap Bianca across the face, not having the intended punch in her anymore.

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"Y..yeah..this..this feels nice..." *As the congenital terror and stoicism that enveloped Millie's voice began to fade, Bianca could tell that the both of then were beginning to develop a much deeper, passionate bond between one another. It felt as she was warming up to the burly beauty, that is, until she popped her in the face with a firm smack.*

"Aaahh!" *Admittedly more shocked than injured, she couldn't stave off the immediate urge to giggle uncontrollably from beneath her ambivalent adversary.* "Hmmh..did you honestly mean to slap me just now?"

*Whatever the case may be however, Bianca couldn't allow herself to lose sight of what mattered most: crowd satisfaction. Striving to avoid anything that could resemble an elongated rest hold, she launched her right knee upwards to catch Millie in her posterior.* "I hope you don't mind if I 'Knee'-d your dough!" *She winked while rattling off a terrible pun.*

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As Bianca kept talking, Millie found herself feeling more and more awkward, fidgeting atop the Jamaican as she could feel her cheeks burning bright pink. "W-What're'ye on abaht?" She asked, her natural accent slipping out as the curvy Jamaican managed to knock her clear out of her comfort zone when it came to wrestling.

Bianca's response to the slap sure wasn't helping either. "W-What's so funny? Would you rather I hit you?" She demanded, putting a concerted effort into making sure her adopted, London accent came through this time.

And then Bianca's knee smashed straight into her ass, causing Millie's eyes to go wide as she bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a little yelp. Her eyes wandered to the side as she tried not to make eye contact with the winking Jamaican. Instead, she'd swallow hard and try to spin around and grab at Bianca's legs, wanting to put the larger woman into a figure-four leg lock... though, given how flustered she was at the moment, that might prove a challenge.

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"You just seemed to be so determined to prove your superiority not that long ago, and now you're acting all strange." *Bianca continued to put on a convincing facade, acting remarkably coy while behind her exterior lurked her true intentions- Catching the enamored woman off guard, and asserting her dominance in this battle.*

*And it was all going according to plan, as the swift knee dug deep into Millie's unusually voluptuous derriere.* "Hnnh..y..you certainly have a lot of cushioning down there, don't ya." *She concealed her elation, as this magical moment against Millie's body was something she wished she could capture in a snow globe and revisit whenever the mood was right.*

"I..a..always thought i..it was cross your heart and hope to die..n..not your legs!" *Bianca grated her teeth from the surprisingly painful submission hold Millie's had haphazardly locked it. Fortuitously for Bianca however, her cousin Jess had trained her in the basics of escaping common holds of this ilk.* "J..just a little space..." *She uttered through a narrow funnel of air, before beginning to roll herself sideways to reverse the lock.* 'D..don't h..hold a grudge..i..it's just..I wanna win, too!"

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Millie didn't reply to Bianca's next comment, being far too focused on trying to regain her composure. Not that it was really possible at the moment, the radiant pink blush that still adorned the Briton's cheeks being proof of how flustered the Jamaican had managed to make her. Still, she was determined to at least try though, and so she bit down on her lip and tried to keep a straight face.

Even then, it was hard. Bianca kept cracking little jokes, making little comments, doing all the things the Briton wasn't used to in a match. It was constant surprises with the Jamaican, and Millie didn't like surprises.

And then two surprises came, one after the other. One was the rare kind that Millie liked, the kind where she managed to lock in her submission hold, haphazard as it might be. The one that followed was the kind she was used to. The kind she didn't like. The kind that involved her opponent rolling the two of them sideways, reversing the lock and putting pressure on the Briton.

"Grr... Hah, I'd be more pissed..." She growled, teeth gritted as she found herself overpowered by the larger woman. "If ye didn't... give it yer all!"