Felicity Elliot vs. Erin Quinn

[Noob]

Grabbing Felicity, Erin tossed her right into the corner. She had to subdue a growing smile as she saw the wrestler crash into the corner. Before going in the redhead would wait a moment to take in the approval from the crowd. Finally she turned back to Felicity. "Stay there okay? Promise this'll only hurt a lot." She teased with a chuckle. And with that Erin was off, charging right towards her cornered foe. Right now it seemed she had the woman right where she wanted her and as usual would charge right in.

Once in range the Irish brawler would hop into he air and attempt to hit her foe with a drop kick aimed right at Felicity's stomach. With a brutal hit she was hoping to leave the other wrestler either slumped back against the corner or just collapsed on the canvas. Either result would make Erin more than happy. What would make her really happy though was what she had in store for her foe afterwards though. But for now the redheaded brawler was focused on one thing. "Take this!" She yelled, launching herself at Felicity.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaaaoww~!” Felicity moaned, as pain radiated through her spine. Erin’s driving her body into the corner turnbuckle had left the Black Cat moaning in pain, writhing against the turnbuckle, and unfortunately at her opponent’s mercy. And as she peered out from a tear-strained eye, Felicity got the impression that her opponent wasn’t in a mood to offer much mercy.

The fans, meanwhile, were cheering loudly. Felicity looked out over her shoulders, shocked that they were so overjoyed to see the Black Cat literally and figurative put on the ropes. What was their problem? She was just trying to have a little fun!

“W-wait,” Felicity whimpered, still hung up on the ropes but holding out one hand in protest, “let’s taaaAAAUGH!” Erin was able to rush in unimpeded, building up momentum and delivering a hard dropkick right to the Cat’s taut belly! Felicity’s legs bucked up as she wind was knocked right out of her. “OOoaaauugh …” Felicity groaned, hanging by one arm from the turnbuckle. Her body swayed there, one arm dangling, left thoroughly rocked by Erin’s offense. Felicity tried to pick herself up, but could only manage a couple of weak twitches, her long white hair hanging over her shoulders as she wallowed in her misery.

[Noob]

The satisfying sound of Erin crashing into Felicity filled the arena and was met by a roar of cheers from the crowd. The redhead had just showed her opponent what happened to people who decided to take her too lightly. Quickly she pushed herself back up to her feet and looked down at her dazed opponent. Having heard the beginning of the woman's sentence before she rocked her, the redhead couldn't help but feel a tad guilty. "Ehehe...woops. Guess I missed the chance to talk." She commented with a chuckle. "Oh well. Guess we can talk if ya manage to not get knocked out ok?" Erin commented with a slight grin. While she was willing to actually give her opponent a chance to speak, it would have to be after the match. Right now the Irish brawler had business to take care of, mainly showing the crowd a beatdown they'd remember.

Erin placed a foot on Felicity's stomach and gave her a light kick, more just to see how the woman reacted than anything. From there she'd place her hands on Felicity's shoulders and carefully lift her up to her knees. "Ok ok. I've been wanting to try submissiony stuff so you're gonna be my test dummy for the easy stuff alright?" Erin said despite having as much luck talking to Felicity as she would have had talking to a brick wall. Either way she'd intend to place the other wrestler's head between her legs and trap her foe in a tight standing headscissors.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity dangled from the turnbuckle pitifully, body rocked hard enough that she barely seemed to move. She wouldn’t find herself getting much sympathy, however- from the fans, or from her opponent. Felicity had clearly underestimated Erin Quinn as an opponent, and now the young Black Cat’s body was going to pay a rather hefty price for it!

“Nnngh,” Felicity moaned, biting her lip as she heard Erin’s promise of ‘talking.’ “Not fair …” the Cat whimpered, her toned belly clenching and releasing as she took deep breaths to try and get herself back in the fight. After the brutal beating Felicity had taken in the corner, she figured she had to have shed at least one of her proverbial nine lives, and she didn’t know how many more she had to give in the ring, tonight!

“Owww!” Felicity cried out, as Erin’s boot smacked her in the belly. The squeal might have seemed a little dramatic, but Erin had already done a number on the scared white-haired woman’s body, and she was smarting. Felicity’s head rolled backward as Erin pulled her up, but her eyes widened in horror at what the Irish girl had to tell her!

“S-submission …? Felicity asked, panic settling in. “Test dummy!?” Before Felicity knew what was happening, Erin clamped her toned thighs around the Black Cat’s head and started to squeeze! “AAAUGH!” Felicity screamed, red-faced, as Erin’s powerful legs started to choke her out. “Nonono!” Felicity protested, arms flailing at either side. Felicity’s legs kicks and bucked, despite not having any leverage to actually escape. Desperately, Felicity kicked back, hoping to hook a rope with her foot and force a break of the hold!

[Noob]

With Felicity right where Erin wanted her, the redhead continued squeezing and constricting her legs around her poor opponent's neck. She fully intended to knock the other woman out right then and there, making quick work of her. The crowd's cheers indicated that they were obviously happy with the situation. Erin was all smiles, figuring a swift victory was assured. That was not the case however and as soon as Felicity's foot touched the ropes the referee was there to make sure Erin released the hold.

"Awww really? But I had her? Come on." Pouted a frustrated Erin. She held her foe in place for a few moments more before finally releasing Felicity and taking a few steps back. Looking back to her opponent now Erin would just briefly stick her tongue out at her. "Ready for round two?" She asked despite knowing full well that the woman probably wanted a moment just to catch her breath instead. Erin would give Felicity a moment to catch her breath. It was only fair after all. A moment was all she'd get however before the Irish brawler was back to her offensive.

If Felicity hadn't taken advantage of her brief break then Erin would grab the woman by the shoulders before turning her slightly in an attempt to slip behind her. Banking on everything going well, Erin would try to twist her opponent into an abdominal stretch. Having only learned the move recently however she found herself fumbling about more than she would have liked.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnngh, noooo~!” Felicity whined, her fair face turning bright red as Erin’s toned legs clamped down hard around her head. Felicity felt like her little head could pop off at any moment, and it took all her will to flail back with her legs, hooking the rope, and not start tapping desperately on Erin’s leg!

Finally, the ref made Erin let up. After a few more, thigh-clamping moments, anyway. When Erin did release the Black Cat, Felicity would stumble to all fours, then slump down with her chest pressed against the mat. Butt presented toward Erin, Felicity gasped and panted, one hand going to her throat as she hacked for air. Erin seemed to be willing to give Felicity a chance to catch her breath, as Felicity attempted to process the horror of how quickly Erin had nearly put her away!

“H-hey!” Felicity gasped, as Erin took her from behind and twisted her into an abdominal stretch! “Heeeey~” Felicity whimpered, her lean body getting twisted backward. Felicity’s taut abs clenched as she writhed in pain against Erin’s strong figure. The Black Cat looked utterly miserable, her pretty features contorted into a grim mask of total agony.

Felicity was getting desperate, and while she could feel Erin’s shaky footing, the Cat was in no shape for a technical reversal. Instead, Felicity bit her lip, reached back with her free hand, and delivered a cruel and cheap eye rake, straight across Erin’s face, looking to force the Irish brawler off her in the cheapest way possible.

[Noob]

So far Erin found herself dominating her foe who might as well have just been a sandbag. Stretching Felicity out she was happy to use the smaller wrestler as a training dummy to show off some of her new moves. "Whaddya mean hey? This is wrestling. Or did you just want me to keep hitting you?" The redhead asked. It was more of a tease than a legit question but she'd gladly accept an answer or suggestions from her opponent. As long as they still let her kick butt.

Felicity soon replied with a suggestion the redhead was not expecting, raking her hand across Erin's face. Clearly the redhead hadn't restrained her foe enough. "Ahhhh! Sh...ff....gaaaah!" Erin cried out in pain, trying desperately to keep a string of expletives from escaping her mouth. The woman immediately let go of her foe and gave Felicity as hard a shove forward with one hand as she could before both hands were glued to her face.

"What a cheap fucking shot!" Erin finally yelled. With her hands still covering her face her words were a bit muffled though. "Ugh...damn it." She groaned, trying her best to keep her composure. That was easier said than done however since as soon as she was able to she wanted to just pound Felicity into the ground.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ha HA!” Felicity laughed, as she heard Erin’s cries of pain. More importantly, however, the Irish lass released the abdominal stretch. This allowed the Black Cat to stagger out on wobbly legs, breathing deep to recover some air. Swift, and a veteran of the cheating arts, Felicity had managed to get that eye rake in quickly, while the ref was viewing the action from another angle. The fans, however, see everything, and were jeering the lack of sportsmanship rather roundly.

“Aww,” Felicity said, putting one hand behind her head and giving a faux-shy smile, “are you all mad at little old me?” Despite her bravado, Felicity’s body was aching. Her head was hurting, her spine was throbbing. There was no doubt who had been winning this match. And if she was going to get her prize at the end of the night, the Black Cat was going to have to keep being clever.

Now aware of Felicity’s misdeeds, the ref started to come in to check on Erin. The redhead had shoved Felicity to the ropes before nursing her aching face, and Felicity leaned on them to build tension. Before the referee could check her opponent, Felicity would throw herself forward, bouncing off the ropes so that she could deliver a swift forearm strike to her blinded foe, wanting to rock Erin to the mat!

[Noob]

Erin couldn't see her foe but she could still hear her. Somehow she knew her opponent was smiling. The woman's tone oozed smug. "I swear to god you won't be smiling when I BREAK you." The Irish brawler grumbled, making sure to at least make sure one of her words was heard. It wasn't often Erin found herself actually angry, but it appeared Felicity had found the correct combination of buttons to push. As the referee came over Erin just waved them away, lightly shoving them to the side once they were close enough.

Finally feeling a little better Erin would wipe a few tears from her eyes. She was back and ready to kick some ass. At least tat's what she thought until Felicity slammed into her mere moments later. "Gaaaaghhh!" The redhead cried out as her foe knocked her right over onto the canvas. There was a mix of "oooo's" and jeers from the crowd, most of them unhappy the smaller wrestler took advantage of the less than fair situation.


From the ground Erin let out a pained groan. She had just regained her sight when she had lost her breath, the wing having just been knocked out at her. She hadn't even been able to brace herself since she didn't see Felicity coming. For the moment the redhead lay almost motionless as she just tried to process what had happened and take a few breaths.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity’s eyes widened at Erin’s threats, and the crowd cheered for them. Felicity’s head whipped around as she looked out to the audience. Seemed as though they really wanted to see the Irish brawler tear her cute little kitty head off! A charge ran up Felicity’s spine as she realized how much the fans were truly starting to despise her …

Felicity’s good vibes continued to run through her after she planted Erin to the canvas with the forearm. The jeers from the crowd only intensified. Felicity’s grin grew wider, a sick Cheshire cat smile. She raised her hands, encouraging the fans to get louder. The entire time, however, she kept her eyes on Erin, studying the fit young Irish woman’s body as she struggled to get up. Felicity bent over then, hands on her knees, pert bottom sticking up in the air as she watched Erin rub the tears from her eyes and struggle through the pain and- undoubtably- rage, that she was feeling. Letting the fans know that she was up to no good, even if the redhead seemed to have no clue.

With Erin immobilized on the mat, Felicity would rush forward and launch herself into action. Loving to show off when a foe was helpless, the Black Cat wanted to try something. Her own body was aching, but she pushed through the pain to hop over Erin’s prone figure, hop up onto the bottom rope, and then use that to launch herself end over end, her body bending into a perfect arch as she launched into a Lionsault that aimed to come crashing down onto Erin’s abs!