Rose Gold vs Izzia Oskevic [D]; Izzia's Debut

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Izzia's squirms were tantalizing. Every motion of her body forced their pelvis' together. Forced them momentarily closer than they'd been with the previous thrust. The gentle caresses Rose offered the neck and shoulders of her foe felt like a lover's touch. However, they were a consequence of her snaking the choke into place.

Both arms were in now. The fingers of her right hand sliding up her own left wrist, threatening to clasp hands in the gable-grip that would lock in the hold. 'She must look so pretty sleeping.' Thought Rose with another press of their covered womanhoods.

"Oh?" Rose was startled by Izzia's words. Not the compliment necessarily. But that she had the willpower to talk still. A moment ago she'd been fighting the tide of her arousal. But her words rang true. She'd come to fight!

Rose gasped again. Though this time her sensitive flower had nothing to do with it. She felt the thighs of her powerful opponent seal around her. Her lithe sides offering soft resistance to their crushing force. She felt her breath leave her in a hot puff across Izzia lips as she looked into her eyes. The shock of realization amongst the glitter of their golden amber.

"H-hurts..." She staggered out with a labored breath.

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A breathless smile lit up Izzia's face as her thighs clamped shut around Rose's waist, squeezing her curvaceous opponent like a vise! The fog of arousal and confusion began to lift from the Polish rookie as the move also stopped Rose Gold's sensual assault of body-to-body contact. A soft gasp of surprise left the luscious beauty's full lips as she realised what was happening, a delectable look of surprise crossing her beautiful features.

"Don't worry," Izzia told her said huskily. "The pain won't last long!" Shifting her position slightly, Izzia's hands snapped forward and clamped down over Rose Gold's nose and mouth, attempting a hand-smother on her opponent while she lay trapped in the body scissor. Squeezing Rose's body for all she was worth, Izzia tried her best to keep hold of her adversary, hoping to weaken her with the smother-squeeze combo!

"Just hold still," she cooed. "And go to sleep for me."

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She forced a breath out. Her lungs laboring to expand against Izzia's crushing body scissors. Her eyes fluttered slightly as her mouth hung open. Her soft pink rolling out of her mouth as she panted pathetically. "Nooo." She whined breathily.

Then her hands came over her mouth and nose. Smothering her. Rose could taste the salt on Izzia's skin as she threatened to block her airways entirely. Sweet Rose was beginning to fade. Her eyes rolling slowly into the back of her head. The swell of her breasts coming in shorter bursts with longer delays.

Her hands moved towards Izzia's thighs, prying.Trying to peel them away from her body. The move forced Rose onto her side, away from the body-to-body contact she had been pressuring Izzia with. The polish princess had successfully separated them. Save for their pelvis'. Which continued to press each other. She pushed desperately, trying to get some space to aide her ailing lungs and compressed ribs... Izzia was strong.

She had intended to be between Izzia's thighs. Just... Not like this.

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A breathless smile cross Izzia's face as she could see and feel Rose Gold weakening in her clutches as she squeezed and smothered her beautiful opponent. The woman's hands pawed at her thighs, trying to get free and their bodies drew apart, save for their grinding pelvises that still left Izzia tingling and aroused. She tried not to let her eyes be drawn to the swell of Rose Gold's exquisite bust, imagining what it might be like for those breasts to be...

Focus! she thought desperately. You're here to win a wrestling match!

With a soft yelp of effort Izzia rolled them over, once again gaining the upper position as she threw Rose onto her back. The Polish grappler unfolded her lithe legs from around Rose's body and disentangled herself, needing to put a little distance between them so she could get her head back on straight. Being locked up tight with Rose Gold had filled the Polish Princess with all kinds of enticing, deviant thoughts that she could feel had left a faint dampness in her panties. She found it hard to control herself with Rose so close, and that spelled trouble for her chances in this match!

So she backed away, clambering to her feet, her breasts heaving as she regained her breath, and she smoothed down her skirt.

"I might be hot," she taunted unconvincingly, trying to put on a confident facade. "But I can wrestle, too, pretty lady."

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Rose Gold could feel the edges of darkness creeping into her vision. She couldn't quite remember what she was doing, ir where she was. She could feel a woman's bare thighs under her hands. That made sense. Her hands grasped at them like they were driftwood.

She could feel the ocean trying to pull her into it's inky depths. She knew her mouth had gone under... Because of the salty sweet taste. She could tell her nose had already gone under... Because she couldn't breathe. And her eyes too, had gone under... Because she couldn't see. It was a good way to go, she thought peacefully.

And suddenly she gasped! Her stomach expanded with air, her shoulders pressing back into the mat, bowing her back. The swell of life returned to her chest and her eyes fluttered open. The reality crashed into her at a disorienting pace. The stage lights. The roar of the crowd. She rolled onto her stomach, getting to her hands and knees and coughed. Spilling the sea water onto the canvas gracelessly.

She wiped her mouth with the length of one of her arm-warmers as Izzia came into focus... Rose was still a little light headed. She'd been put out before in practice... And she knew she'd been right on the edge. She cradled her ribs as she climbed to her feet. There'd be bruising for sure.

Rose smiled at Izzia. A thing of acknowledgement. She recognized now that she couldn't play with Izzia. Izzia needed to be squashed. Still panting as her lungs remembered how to function, Rose challenged her.

"Show me!"

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Izzia watched as Rose Gold drew her stunning frame back up to its full height and the rookie wrestler had to fight to stay focused as she drank in her opponent's curves. Shaking those thoughts from her head, Izzia lowered into her wrestling stance, arms outstretched and knees bent as she too regained her breath and composure. The lights of camera's flashed and flickered all around her as the fans cheered the two lusty lightweights on.

"You asked for it," the Polish Princess snapped back as Rose taunted her. "Let's see you grind your way out of this!"

With a keening cry of determination, Izzia dashed across the ring at her opponent and lunged forward, sweeping her right hand across her body and attempting to land a vicious wrestling chop right across Rose's sumptuous bust!

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold still hadn't recovered. Her breathing was still somewhat erratic and it was clear, even to a layman, that she was distracted. Her opponent charged her. She was seemed fresh and wanted to press her advantage. Clever girl.

Rose couldn't help but notice her opponents demeanor had shifted somewhat. She had been cautious at the start of the match. Unsure and cautious. And now she was eager. Perhaps she had just been inspired by the battle. Fallen and been reborn a polish Valkyrie. Or. She wasn't fresh.

Izzia had taken a fair amount of psychological and sensual damage. The way Izzia looked at her. She recognized it. Izzia... Thirsted for her. And it frightened her. Kelsea lnew that feeling well. Izzia might have been fighting... But Rose would bet that she was running.

Izzia's chop struck Rose across her breasts. They jiggled alluring, thanks in no small part to her skintight outfit. She whined in pain, the blow shaking her from her analysis.

Rose shook it off, pulled back her right arm and laid a slap across Izzia's breast in return. However, her strike was meant specifically to stimulate Izzia. The slap was pulled, her fingertips teasing along the outline of her nipple.

The thought of Izzia being so turned on by her advances had caused her young body to react. Rose's own nipples hardened. The sight obvious in her tight clothing. The chop had even caused some of one of her firm tits to come loose. the edge of one of her areola slipping free of it's shelter. Drawing the eyes of the audience, cameramen, and likely izzia herself.

"I think you're hiding something, Princess." She taunted. With it she gave a shake of her shoulders, that nipple sliding just a bit more free. Just a gentle hint of pink. To make her wonder... How would it feel in her hands.

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A flush of excitement filled the Polish Princess as her strike landed, knocking Rose Gold back and making her breasts wobble from side to side entrancingly from the impact, accompanied by a faint, delicious whine of pain from her opponent.

Izzia's triumphant feelings didn't last long though, as her opponent swiftly recovered, and replied with a chop of her own across the pert bust of the Polish rookie.

"HNN!" A shrill squeal of surprise and shock burst from her lips as Rose's hand lashed precisely across her chest, catching her across her nipples in a teasing, tantalising motion that had them pushing against the skintight maroon fabric of her belly top. With a gasp, Izzia staggered back, hands flying up to cover her erect nipples, embarrassment filling her. Things got even worse when her gaze was snagged by Rose's breast threatening to break free from the lustful wrestler's skimpy attire. Izzia's eyes widened and she bit her lip, feeling instantly weak at the knees as all kinds of deviant thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Wha... what are you talking about?" Izzia stammered, blushing furiously at Rose's words as the woman taunted her, deliberately showing the bared skin of her breast and areola. Scowling and trying to put on a more confrontational facade, Izzia tried to ignore the sensations that were currently roiling through her body, instead launching herself forward in an unsteady charge, attempting to land a clothesline on her alluring adversary. "J-just... wrestle!"

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"Oh honey... This IS wrestling."

Her clothesline had been telegraphed and poorly executed. Izzia was no longer just fighting Rose Gold. She was fighting herself. She recognized the way the pole looked at her. She had been right. Her body language screamed that she wanted release. That Rose's attacks had been working.

Rose took off at Izzia, moving into her attack. And under it. She continued past her hot and bothered foe to the ropes just behind her. The sex-kitten would leap forward, her feet securing themselves against the second rope. She would give Izzia all she was asking for and more.

The resistive force of the ropes combined with Rose's impressive agility resulted in them being used like a trampoline. Rose sling-shotted herself back at Izzia, ass first. The lack of attire covering her backside was never more apparant than when her peach was flying at Izzy, at face height. The move intending to carry the Polish Princess all the way to the ground. There, Rose Gold would sit upon her rightful throne. The debuting upstarts pretty face.

Flying Hip Attack

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Izzia rushed clumsily forward, aiming a clothesline at Rose Gold's upper body, but just as they were about to collide, Rose simply wasn't there any more! It took a moment for Izzia to realise her speedy opponent had easily ducked her attack and the Polish Princess stumbled gracelessly with a gasp of surprise. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around to try and track her opponent.

What she found when she turned back, was Rose Gold flying towards her, ass-first in a flying hip attack. Disoriented and sluggish, Izzia had no time to react to get out of the way.

"No-MPPPHH!" Izzia's cry of dismay was muffled as Rose's exquisite backside enveloped the young Polish wrestler's face, knocking her down to the canvas with ease. All of a sudden she found herself pinned flat to the mat, her eyes just visible beneath Rose Gold's ass, wide with shock as her opponent used her face as a throne. Her nose and mouth were smothered in the moist heat of her opponent and her skirt had been ruffled out of place by the sudden fall revealing her white panties to the world.

"Mmmpphh... mmmphh!" Izzia wailed weakly, trying desperately to breathe against Rose's rear. She arched her back, only serving to highlight her now-bullet-like nipples, her body betraying her and compounding her compromising position. Her hands pawed feebly at the smooth curves of Rose Gold's ass, her legs kicking half-heartedly.

But dazed, aroused and weakened by the onslaught so far, Izzia was powerless to free herself, now trapped at Rose Gold's mercy. The worst part of it was that that final realisation send shudders of pleasure through her nubile young body. Rose had her, and on some level Izzia wanted it that way...