Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

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Perhaps the idol was feeling a bit too confident as she fired off her arm lariat without running to build up momentum. Miss Fallacy was able to catch her arm, ducking underneath and spinning her around to face her once more. Barbara's eyes widened as Miss Fallacy then jumped up, kicking out both her legs and smashing both heels right into her chest with a forceful dropkick! She had not been expecting such a move, and with one arm still in Miss Fallacy's hands she couldn't put up any sort of defense.

"GAH!" Barbara gasped as she ate the kick head-on. It was enough to knock her clean off her feet, sending her crashing onto the mats on her back with a loud thud. Once there, Barbara could do little bit gasp in pain, rolling onto her side as she curled up, holding her aching chest. Miss Fallacy was making her look like a fool with these tricky moves! The idol was furious, but right now she needed to take some time to get her wind back after taking that dropkick.

[Monsy]

Evelyn had one thing that many didn’t expect. Experience. She knew a lot of ins and outs, learned from each encounter and has built herself, millimetre by millimetre, to no avail, but to tangible progress. The dropkick counter was one of her favourites, and Fallacy landed on her back, then sprung into a sitting position, quickly scrambling to her feet as she held an arm over her stomach, remaining hunched as she walked forward. A slight limp occupied her idle stride as she came to the Idol’s side, grabbing one of their arms to pull them into a sitting position. Evelyn took their back, aligned, dropping her knee into their spine as she reached over, bridging her fingers beneath their chin, then stretching them over her knee towards the thigh. “H-Hey… Um. Would you prefer if I r-ripped your attire, s-stripped you o-or, just f-find a way to work with it o-on? I w-want t-to make it a-as comfortable as possible!”

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Barbara groaned as she rolled over onto her side, trying to get up and recover before Miss Fallacy could get to her. She was far too slow though, as she hadn't even made.it up to her elbows before her opponent grabbed her a.amd forced her to sit up. A sharp knee to her spine made her cry out in pain again and flop forwards, but she wasn't allowed to fall as Miss Fallacy hooked her hands underneath her chin, forcing her to bend backwards over her knee.

Barbara looked up at her opponent, big blue eyes squinting from the pain. She couldn't understand why Miss Fallacy was asking her that question. It seemed utterly ridiculous, what did it matter considering that they were in a match? Barbara wanted to open her mouth for a retort, but thanks to the chinlock she couldn't move her jaw.

"Is this your idea of humiliation Miss Fallacy?" Barbara thought, "Well it's not too bad. I've done the same." But given her opponent's tone, it didn't quite feel that way. Barbara was a lot more confident and teasing when she humiliated her opponents. Still, some people were into nervous stammering, she guessed.

Either way, none of it mattered because Barbara needed to break free. The idol planted her feet underneath her, her arms grabbing Miss Fallacy's hands to try and pry apart her chinlock. If successful, the idol would quickly turn around to grab the knee pushing into her back before Miss Fallacy could pull it away, and with that grip Barbara would attempt a dragon screw takedown to send Miss Fallacy tumbling onto her back!

[Monsy]

This is what she knew. Fallacy did well to gain the early upper-hand and needed to only grind them down until she can finish them with…. Ur, well, hasn’t quite figured that one out. The lack of answer was unsettling. Though, suppose she shouldn’t expect it. So much tension for her lies in this air, for what’s to come. What might come. She just needed to steel herself for it, and yet, progress was slow. It was best to focus on her hold right now, which started to break apart. First the torque taken out of her hold - then her hands, and they’d won their freedom. Miss Fallacy was ready to retreat but they snatched, and sent her whipping onto her back in such a way that it pinched her joint and thigh muscle like a dog bite! She yelped, splatting her back and holding the leg end, gripping it with claw-like fingers, taking deep shots in, then out through an open mouth and squinting eyes.

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Barbara let out a small huff after she executed her dragon screw, sending Miss Fallacy to the mats holding her knee in pain. That counter threw the momentum entirely back in Barbara's favor, especially as she was able to get some revenge on Miss Fallacy's offending knee. Cracking her neck and straightening out her back, Barbara reset herself before advancing upon her fallen opponent.

She reached out and grabbed Miss Fallacy's free leg, the one that hadn't been caught by the idol'a counter. "Does your leg hurt?" Barbara asked, "Let me even things up for you!"

The idol pulled Miss Fallacy's leg, rolling onto her back and kicking out both her legs so she could scissor Miss Fallacy around her thigh. She would then trap Miss Fallacy's ankle underneath her armpit. With a grin, Barbara would attempt to simultaneously hyperextend the trapped knee joint as well as put pressure on the ankle, attacking both of Miss Fallacy's joints simultaneously in her leg lock!

[Monsy]

Pain is to be expected. But training and experience never truly showed her how to cope with it very well. It put that on a glimmering pedestal. She clutched and scratched her knee; the skin scrapes could maybe smother it. Her eyes were tight-knit, and she hushed into a quiet hiss. Lifting her leg put Fallacy on her back, now loosely holding the limb as worry overcame, now donning another forced smile. “H-Huh? O-Oh no, you don’t have…”

A second later, her leg was enveloped by Barbara’s two. The achilles tendon was shoved into her ankle, and the knee was put under a molten iron. She made fists, and they pushed against her forehead, and she leaned shoulder-to-shoulder, “Gggggh….”

Her hands opened and stretched above her head, looking for the ropes. That limb might as well be broken for all she felt. The increasing discomfort put a sheen in her eye and a whimper in her voice. And the ropes, well, those were far out of reach. Now the canvas started to feel like her hand’s best friend. Her splayed hand loomed, shivering, but soon, her fingers curled into a fist, both hands did, and rested on the canvas. She lurched up on her elbows, one eye closed. Her free knee lifted up, the boot aimed and took its desperate shot towards the chin of Barbara.

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Barbara tightened her hold more, squeezing down on Miss Fallacy's leg with the scissorhold to forcefully hold her in place, while leaning back to hyperextend her knee and squeezing down to pressure her ankle. Judging by her opponent's reaction, the hold was highly effective. The ropes were too far away for Miss Fallacy to reach, and it didn't seem like she had the strength or will to drag the both of them that distance. Barbara grinned as it looked like there was no way out.

"Feel like giving up yet?" Barbara said as she sat up to relieve the pressure. She then threw herself backwards, leaning back with a painful jerk to really damage Miss Fallacy's leg. Pulses of intense pain were more effective at extracting a submission than continuous pressure, she found, as sometimes opponents got used to that.

She sat up again to try the move, only to see Miss Fallacy propping herself up on her elbows. "Wha-?!" Barbara gasped as suddenly Miss Fallacy's free leg shot up, her heel catching the idol right on her chin! That hit knocked Barbara back, her head snapping backwards painfully as spittle flew from her mouth. The idol maintained her grip for a moment as she got thrown onto her back, painfully extending Miss Fallacy's leg one last time. But afterwards she didn't sit back up, and her grip on Miss Fallacy's ankle and leg loosened. Barbara groaned, big blue eyes blinking as stars swam across her vision, her jaw aching as she lay on her back, stunned after taking that kick!

[Monsy]

Even with the hold released, the hold’s bite still lingered like its jaws were three inches deep into her joints. The kick was everything desperate inside her head, a bit of instinct and crass. But it worked. Not before one last torque that made her scream, shooting into an upright sitting position before toppling onto her side. The knee was brought to her chest and she held it with needy fingers and a puppyish whimper. She turned over again onto her front, her forehead propping one end and her good knee on the other. Slowly, she placed her hands and pushed up, hissing and working a way to find her feet. “Even if I wanted to quit. This match won’t allow us to… But that was good! Really good…”

Evelyn nodded. Credit where it's due. Perhaps it was just taking her mind off the numbness, pinching and burning in her limb. Soon, Evelyn did find her feet, balancing on one foot while the other was protected, drawn back in her stance, the foot angled so only the toes dabbled on the canvas. She crouched on her good leg, bent over and grabbed them by their hair, straightening up and pulling them. “I hope you didn’t bite your tongue. Or bleed in any way.”

Should Evelyn get them standing, their head would be tucked beneath her armpit, and she’d reach to grab their arm, hook it over her nape and put a hand on their waist. She bent the knees one last time, doing sharp breaths as the weight would sure fall on her bag leg now. There was a slight delay in it… But when it was over, she made one great push in hopes to send them skyward. Her back leg would teeter and shiver. An eye flinched before she kicked out her lower-half and turned lateral, dropping them down for a rudimentary suplex!

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Barbara lay on her back in a daze, her jaw aching after taking that kick to the chin. She hadn't been expecting that kind of counterattack and paid for it. Stars still swam through her vision as Barbara rolled onto her side, trying to push up to her hands and knees before her opponent could. Even though she had focused her damage on Miss Fallacy's leg though, her energetic opponent was still on her feet before the idol could get up. Barbara did notice that her opponent was favoring the leg she had just worked on though, noting in her mind that this would be a good weakness to exploit later.

For now thought she had to make it through what Miss Fallacy had planned for her. Groaning as she got forced onto her feet, Barbara wrapped her arms around Miss Fallacy's waist to hold herself up. She couldn't do much to resist though as her opponent tucked her head underneath her armpit and grabbed her waist, setting her up for a suplex! The idol let out a gasp as Miss Fallacy pulled her all the way up and then threw her over backwards, slamming her onto her back in the middle of the ring!

"Gah! Ahhhhh...." Barbara groaned as her back hit the mat. The impact made her sit up, but then she rolled back down, one hand on her aching back as she arched up from the pain, rolling over onto her side as she lay groaning.

[Monsy]

Now Evelyn had recouped her momentum. A fine and welcomed change for a wrestler who’s known to struggle. She pulled up her knees and sprang from the canvas with a kick-up, looking left, right, then down to her opponent. “Let’s soften you up a bit more first!” Evelyn said in a honeyed tone. She bounced on the spot, shooting quick exhales then exploded in the direction where Barbara’s back faced. Her back rebounded off the ropes, and doubled back, skipping over their downed body to throw her back into the opposite ropes again. Now she faced their front, and Evelyn kicked up a bit more speed with two struts, then dipped. She’d slide onto her hip, fold a leg beneath her opposite thigh and point the sole of her straightened boot to thrust and pound their hopefully exposed gut.