Gisele LeBlanc vs. Renae Reinhardt - Apex Qualifier - 2/3 Falls

[Dubski]

The Biel Throw had sent the redhead sailing across the ring and Gisele LeBlanc was more than delighted with herself to witness the height she managed to send Renae to. Flexing one of her biceps as the crowd cheered her on, she gave a wink to the nearest camera before starting her approach right back towards her opponent. "Oh, little radish... If you keep letting me throw you around, this won't be any fun for you," remarked Gisele with a small giggle.

As the Powderbuff got close, she reached down and grabbed hold of Reinhardt by her shoulders. Then, she would heave Renae up to a standing position in one go, Gisele showing off her immense strength once more. She didn't give Renae much time to situate herself though as she turned sideways and threw her hip hard into the belly of her opponent! Then, the French-Canadian would keep her body pressed close, sinking in more as she casually rested her elbow on the turnbuckle, propping her head up. With a sultry look, she didn't give Renae any space as she said, "But maybe this is the fun of it for you... Being dominated. I'm sure you might not oppose that idea too much..." Then, with her free hand, she would brush back some of her opponent's red hair, grinning at her.

[Monsy]

Well. That sucked.
The whole half of the match where she needed to get beat up had her gut churning. She didn’t recall things being this aggressive. Well, not before a little bit of steam and copious amounts of lube. “L’appetite vient en mangeant.” Renae muttered under her breath, but offered a shrug as her much louder response. It was business and sex, really.

Renae got her feet underneath when lifted, hands up to surrender and a giddy closed-eyed grin as such powerful hands made an insurmountable strength. No use combatting. She needed up anyway. It was better than getting kicked in the face. “Thanks for the--” Giselle’s hammer of a hip nearly doubled Renae over, eyes popping wide for a moment as she belted her next word with a rasp, “LIIFFFTT!!”

Ow…
… Ow…
Wasn’t too bad. But any pain was not fun.
Renae spoiled herself with time to recoup. To make it all ten times better, she had a buddy to do it with. Her soft belly was shaped to Gisele’s strong side. She gave it a thumbs up while her arms were still hooked around the top rope. “God, I wish I was that kind of masochist. It would make this learning curve so much easier.”

Lovely as this corner-cuddle was, Renae was adamant on trying anything. It came simple, really. Her arms were wide and open while Gisele was lax. It took less than a second to try and snap an arm around Gisele’s head and fingerlock for a headlock, then give it a small torque to try and bend her over.

[Dubski]

After having sucked the air from Renae with a hip strike, Gisele LeBlanc thought she definitely earned an opportunity to have a little more fun, simply playing with her opponent's hair while she had her trapped in the corner against her rock hard body. Smirking, she continued to tease Reinhardt more, but the redhead was certainly still defiant. The Powderbuff was glad--she liked a little fight in her opponents.

And soon that fight came in the form of a headlock, tearing Gisele down and away from Renae enough to give her room to breath now. Still, LeBlanc couldn't hide a smile she still had on her face while she was still locked into the hold. She sighed and said, "Well, I have more than enough curves you can learn from, Radish."

With a small giggle, the French-Canadian would then grab Renae around her waist before lifting her up in the air and heaving her forward! It would be enough to force a break, but if Renae was nimble enough, she likely would have landed right on her feet. Shaking her head once, the blonde bombshell would crouch down, waiting for Reinhardt to turn right back around, and then she would rush forward, trying to level her with a clothesline! An effective move, especially coming from a tiny powerhouse like herself, and it would certainly let her continue her attack if she succeeded.

[Monsy]

The fact she’s getting toyed with wasn’t lost on her. She made that vivid by combing her hair instead of ripping on it like an animal, or tossing or turning her everywhere. It’s a little nice, much better than taking a hard one on the jaw. Still, that just meant it’s time to saddle up and take the wheel! And it worked! For a few moments, almost ready to transition into a takedown, but Gisele got her dead to rights. Too quick! She flew, albeit, landing nicely on her feet, turning around and eating a dang clothesline. “OOF--!” First came her collar getting crushed, rotating clockwise until her shoulder blades spanked the canvas. The force had her legs rolling to her head and she teetered over until she was flat on her belly, holding her chest. She wheezed, groaned and turned onto her side, eyes tight and shaking her head. Got her real good that time. She wasn’t all too good with dealing with this side of things.

[Dubski]

Gisele had leveled her opponent with the clothesline, standing tall as she looked down at Renae with a big smile on her face. The Powderbuff flexed her bicep, giving it a brief kiss before clicking her tongue as she looked down at Reinhardt. "Oh, Radish... I'm starting to feel bad. Don't tell me you're more suited for the second fall than this one," said LeBlanc, leaning down and then pulling the redhead to her feet once more.

"If that's the case, then maybe I can end this one sooner than later so we can play to your strengths, hmm...?" suggested Gisele with a cheeky grin. Then, the blondeshell would lift Renae up and over her head, showing off her strength with a Gorilla Press, beginning to do reps with her foe over her head, turning so that all sides of the crowd could get a good look. She continued to toy with Renae, showing off at her expense without any worry.

[Monsy]

‘Radish’ didn’t feel great getting bopped around. Squishy gal. If it wasn’t the pain of all things, it’s the disorienting bit of being smacked so hard, your brain does a boogie woogie when you land. She’s up in no time though, not on her own power, still spinning and churning. “Yeah, you can say my cousins are better suited for this bit than I am. H-heh… wait-- what does that mean-- Gisele, what does that-- WHA--!!”

Up she went. It felt strangely high. Being powered up this high was something she never experienced before. It would be exhilarating if not for the fight aspect. She’s left holding Gisele’s wrist, going high! “Eeeek! Put me down! This isn’t funny.” Maybe it was a little. But, what can she do? Nothing crossed her mind but to kick a little.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc held the squirming Renae up in the air, beaming happily as she winked at the camera on her. "Radish, don't make requests you might regret..." said the Powderbuff with a teasing tone. The French-Canadian loved being able to show off her strength, and she loved being able to have another girl completely at the will of her power. As good-natured as Reinhardt was, LeBlanc couldn't help but feel like maybe she should try to escalate this part of the match to get to a part of the match that her opponent was maybe more suited for.

But for now, she would at least need to be able to keep Renae down. Leaning down, and lowering her arms slightly, she would then spring up and push up Reinhardt in an attempt to heave her high in the air. She would then take a few steps forward to let Reinhardt fall to the mat, completing her Flex On 'Em move! A winded move, but at the very least it might allow for Gisele to set up the end of the first fall.

[Monsy]

Well…
At least it was pretty cool.
Not fast car cool. But, hey, when did she ever get carried like a doll by a strong woman? NEVER! That’s what. And, well, if it just meant being flexed on for some cameras, then maybe it was all kind of okay? Gisele hadn’t done too much harm to her not-so-durable body. Until that splat. “AAAA-- OOF--” Dropped right on her chest. All the air left her then. She heaved in, even bounced a little. Her arms came over her chest and she laid flat. Her legs kicked soon after, just up and down at the knees as her visage tightened up. “Ooooowwww…”

Point taken.
Don’t make dumb requests.

[Dubski]

Gisele held up both biceps as she beamed happily to the cheering crowd, wiggling her hips as well in a little show. She would then glance over her shoulder at the hurting Renae, having a very unceremonious and painful landing. She shrugged her shoulders and clicked her tongue. "Well, I think you might have had enough... Or at least, almost enough," said LeBlanc, pursing her lips as she walked back to Renae.

The poor girl was seeming quite outclassed at this point, and Gisele wanted to at least be able to speed through this part for her. She absolutely didn't trust Reinhardt to allow herself to be pinned here without a little more punishment, so she decided she'd need to make sure she wasn't getting up. With a deep sigh, the Powderbuff would reach down for Renae's arms and then grab hold of both of them, holding them behind her as she dead lifted her up into the air. Not offering another quip or anything at Renae's expense, Gisele would instead just drop down, planting Renae into the mat with the Flex Plex, sending Reinhardt crashing into the mat. Rolling her over immediately after, the powerful blondeshell would then sit down on the redhead's chest and hook a leg, going for the pinfall.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

[Monsy]

Hahahaha. Merde.
Renae didn’t feel too heavy about sucking here. It’s just the type of outclass where you’re more an ornament than a competitor. There just seemed like WAY too much to learn in this asset. Chucked around. Whipped. Less bruising and more dizzying, thankfully. Her arms, taken, hooked around the biceps and around the crook of her elbow. She’s tugged by those same arms, up until her elbows were nearly parallel with her shoulder, knees hanging off the mat, head dipped. In one big heave, Renae went high. Her head looked at the lights for a moment before crashing hard on her face. The kind of crash where the lights shut out immediately. Her arms flopped by her side, straight down. Her legs flinch. She’s turned over, her head tipped back, eyes rolled into her head, slack jawed and mumbling small incoherencies. “Ooaaah… hic-.”

Straddled, breath driven out, there isn’t much response beyond the hitch in breath when Gisele’s weight bears down.

And the rest is formality.

“THREE!”