A spark to friendship! Tara Jaeger vs Amaya Keiko

[Violet]

Given an opening, tipping the scales in her favor as much as she could was her goal. With her eyes brimming with intent, she leaped and crashed her boots down Tara's ample bosom for a dropkick! Her amulet ricocheted off of her bust as she soared through the air. Her hair flowed like a raging blue flame as her body fully extended. Grabbing the top ropes as she did all that gave her somewhat of a graceful fall. She landed on the ground seamlessly like a feather.

She then looked at her foe on the mat, admiring her handiwork. Tara's wincing frame brought a grin on her cute face for finally being able to get back at her from all their early exchanges in this match.

"Ha! Gotcha! Bet it hurt a lot! Well, this is just the start of your beating so take this!"

Amaya shot a kick to Tara's side, trying to force her to roll on her front! Then, she'd sit on her back, facing her legs. Her arms would cross around Tara's shin and onto the back of her knee. With an accompanying war yell as determined as before, she'd yank those legs back. She would wretch on her back, arching her own as she pulled to try to give her her most painful Boston Crab!!

[Bare]

Tara was always one give credit where it was due, and let it be said Amaya had her impressed with her fortitfude. That was something Tara would appreciate and even admire, as such, despite not being the nicest girl perse in the ring, she had allowed Amaya to get sole offense in. If nothing else to help get the girl over a bit over and NOT make this a total squash.

But she would also certainly admit that the girl did hit pretty damn hard. That drop kick had sent Tara reeling onto her back hissing and wincing in pain whilst holding her chest. That wasn’t playing up to the crowd or anything either thst shit hurt!

But of course Amaya wasn’t done just yet. She had a lead now and she was definitely willing to let it go. As she was trying to get up Tara instead found a kick to the side! ”Ahh!” Tara groaned out from the kick rolling over to her stomach while kicking her legs against the mat... only for them to be caught and a weight to appear on her back.

“...Shit.” Tara said knowing exactly what Amaya was going for but being unable to do anythint about it as the boston crab was locked in. Bending and stretching her legs and spine out pain immediately surged through her system. “Aghhhhhhh!!!” Tara yelled out in pain as she immediately through her arms forward, trying to find some purchase for her hands. But for right now she was trapped in the painful hold!

[Violet]

The pain that seeped through every contour of her body just moments ago decayed due to adrenaline; she was finally on a streak! Even though she achieved those mainly by Tara opening herself up for hits, she still took it as a big win! Even things out, she did. And she only plans to build upon it until victory!

Though, Amaya couldn't help but feel hurt herself seeing Tara in pain like that—a person she had grown to like. Tara had this sparkly, friendly aura in her. It made her feel worried even after the Belly Stretcher almost took her out with one move. Still, this is a match, and Amaya has to exact pain and punishment lest she makes a fool out of herself.

She did just that with a Boston crab! Her arms clung to their legs like vipers as she sat on their lower back! Her back would arch, yanking those legs with maximum effort. Her thighs would flex, foot glued to the canvas as she'd bend her in an uncomfortably acute angle. Tara's screams fueled her resolve even more—chipping away their strength was her goal for an easier knockout later on. The pain would cease when this is over. But until then, it will rage whether Tara could endure it or not!

[Bare]

Ok so maybe Tara had gotten carried away with letting Amaya get hits in and now it had backfired a bit. In hindsight she probably should have countered after bejng knocked to her back. But the past was the past. Right now Tara had to focus on enduring the admittedly pretty tight boston crab that Amaya had subjected her too.

”Agh!” She cried out in pain as her legs were arched back in pain from the surprisingly effective submission from the girl. ‘Well.. didn’t expect this... she really is a girl after my own... heart.’ Tara thought to herself between winces pain as she attempted to dig her nails into the mar and herself forward. Attempting to pull herself closetithe ropes to try and get a rope break to free herself. However one thing was clear, Tara refused to be beaten this way, as shown by the pain filled, but determined expression on her face as she crawled along the mat.

[Violet]

Given an opening, Amaya just couldn't let go. Knowing what Tara is capable of doing to her, she scraped for every bit of an advantage she could. Her slap to their chest, kick to their gut, dropkick, and now this Boston crab—all bore the best she could muster just so that she could never experience that piledriver again. Her head throbs in aftershocks to make her remember how punishing it was. Thinking about it made her wince. It made her clung to their legs as if they were her most valuable possessions, cranking them to apply more pain on their back. Tara's ghastly cries crystallized her horrors, thinking that the Belly Stretcher would deliver the same fate to her and more when she gets out. 'Ohhh nooo, maybe I had done too much.' Worries burbled inside her mind, clouding it from the task at hand.

Soon, Tara reached the ropes without a hitch. The call of the referee for release made Amaya gasp, seemingly preoccupied. She heeded their call obligingly. Perhaps, even eager as she then shot a look at her downed foe. "Uhmm.. w-we're still good, right?" Hesitation even when she's the one left standing. Soon, she'd raise a foot skyward, punishing like a jutted spear as she'd bear it down with a stomp! Quite in contrast with the warm words she just threw. But it's all she knew to make this setup last longer!

[Bare]

Tara groaned softly after managing to grab hold of the ropes forcing a release from the single legged boston crab that Amaya had locked her in. She had given the younger girl ample time and oppurtunity to show what she could do, maybe even too much. But now it was time for Tara to flip the tables once more. Besides... Amaya had impressed her enough already.

Forcing herself back up she heard the words of the girl and chuckled softly to herself while looking over her shoulders seeing the girl raise her leg up. ‘Guess we really are alike.’ Tara thought to herself knowing that asking if she was good with someone whilst kicking their ass was grade A her. In any case Tara wasn’t looking to keep letting Amaya get free hits in anymore. So as the stomp neared Tara reached out to grab the foot. If successful she would rise while holding onto Amaya’s leg with a smirk forming on her face.

”Yeah we’re good. It’s just my turn now!” Tara said in a loud anr proud tone as she threw Amaya’s leg to the side to hopefully turn the girl around. If successful Tara would spin on her heel in the opposite direction of Amaya while raisint her other leg, extending it straight up to try and drive her foot into Amaya’s chin as she’d turn around for a spinning high kick right to her face!

[Violet]

She gained a valuable advantage at best; eked out a feeble victory at worst. Whatever it was, she felt the urge to intensify her advantage. They are in a fight, after all, where being hurt is always on the line. For sure, Tara would understand. So, she brought her leg up., her boot primed to punish. But as she brought it down and dug in Tara's abdominals, the Belly Stretcher seized it. Her face curled to a wince, trying to wrest her limb free, hopping on one foot. Her eyes widened at Tara's word, knowing full well what would soon come.

Then, Tara propelled her to a twirl. The spin made her head crane down to the mat as it was the only constant she had as everything spun around in her vision. Her body lurched forward, losing balance quickly. Amaya was in no way experienced, so shock and panic plagued her mind, off guard. That she was before all things turned blank.

The boot of Tara's hit her like a sack of bricks! The momentum from the spin and the kick fused to one potent force. Her kick hit her clean off the chin! A loud pop and smack that reverberated made the crowd shrink into their seats. Her jaw hung loose with her mouth slightly opened, only a whimper came. Eyes agape and crossed, everything within turned dark. Her limbs tensed for a moment before going all limp. Amaya's body dropped in a heap, falling on her knees, then her face ate the mat. Her hips were displayed skyward with her arms splayed on the side. Amaya was stunned, if not outright knocked out again.

[Bare]

Tara whistled softly as she spun around following the kick to a standing position, hands on her hips as she looked down at Amaya’s stunned form. She had taken a beating, mostly voluntarily to see what the younger girl could do. But now, now Tara had decided to strike and damn if it wasn’t effective. ”Not bad kid, not bad at all.” Tara said as she walked around to stand over her body.

Reaching down Tara would grab a hand full of Amaya’s hair and lift her up into a sitting position. “Here, lets at least have a little fun before I wrap this up.” She said with a smirk as she spread her legs and suddenly shoved the girls face into the spandex covering Tara’s groin. Smirking from this position as the crowd cheered in delight Tara began casually gyrating her hips while thrusting her hips, dry humping and grinding her clothed groin all across Amaya’s face for a solid minute.

Once she was down though Tara would step back and release the girl’s hair, making sure she stayed seated upright. Once down Tara would suddenly burst forward past Amaya to the ropes, bouncing off them she rebounded across the ring, once again past Amaya and to the ropes in front of her! Bouncing off them as well Tara slingshotted herself to her opponet and leaped up while throwing her leg forward to hopefully connect it with Amaya’s head for her finisher the bolt burst!

[Violet]

Nary a feeble sound escaped Amaya's lips!

She was down yet again, brutalized by her much-experienced opponent. She thought she had it. She really did. For a rookie, she'd take all success her grit bore. And her streak presented just that. But reality stung with a spinning heel kick! The hit struck in split seconds - in one moment, her world was spinning, the next it was blank. She collapsed to the mat like a doll stolen of its magic spell that brought her to life! Limbs like logs, unmoving and lifeless. Hips presented to her foe and the crowd like a trophy. Her expression dipped to the mat, lying face down, ass up with her pendant touching the canvas.

The count should have started there. She was done. A minute they'd call, and all they'd get are weak twitches and a jiggle of her ass. But Tara wanted something more. And she did just that by propping Amaya to sit and smother her with her groin!

Thrashing about weakly was all the return she could muster; arms flailed like chains on her side as her rack bounced. Her features rubbed against their plump mons pubis. The heat between her face and their crotch meshed into this one fiery ball of lust as her nose graced their covered slit ever so slightly! The thought regurgitated the pink blush on her face, moaning into them. Her grinding slowly turned subservient, tongue hungry for taste until they parted!

Then, she slumped. Mouth ajar, tongue lolled out, she heaved breaths like a lapping dog with a flushed face! As embarrassing as it was, it did give her some time to heal. To bring back steam that while not enough to turn the tides in and of itself, she bids could keep the ball rolling.

A foot kicked and planted to the mat as the first burst of effort, she'd try to stand, cutting through the blur of the world with no sense of directions. She was groggy, but there was more to worry as a shadow loomed. It closed in faster than her face went pale, and it struck her with a knee kick! It was the nail to her coffin as Amaya crumpled even before she hit the mat! Limbs sprawled over, flat on her back, the only motion she could muster was the heaving of her chest as she dipped to dreamland!

[Bare]

There was a certain... energy that filled Tara up when she used Bolt Burst. It was one of her favorite moves to use as a result, and it was even why she had named it such, cause she felt like a bolt of lightning when it struck. Just as she did to poor Amaya. And like someone struck by lightning the girl was down and out as a result.

Rolling forward following the powerful impact of her knees with Amaya’s head Tara got up and looked down at her adversary. She may have hit one of her best moves on the kid but it would be foolish to underestimate her. However even so it appeared that was the last straw for Amaya, as the rookie just layed there on the mat motionless. Her excellent chest rising up and down but other than that no movement came from her.

“1! 2! 3!”

Smirking softly Tara took a few steps closer as the ref began counting up from one. Dropping down to a seated position with one leg under her while the other remained up. ”Not bad kid. Not bad at all. You have potential.” Tara said, even though the girl she was speaking too was unconcious but she didn’t let it stop while the ref continued their count.

“4! 5! 6! 7!”

As the ref neared the end of their count Tara would pull her raised leg down so she was cross legged. She would then start scooting forqard closer to Amaya’s crumpled body till she was just above her.

“8! 9! 10!” The ref finally reached the end of the count, signalling for the bell as Tara lifted Amaya’s head up and into her lap, letting her rest there. Rather stnading to the crowd of cheering fans Tara instead had her hand raised from her sitting position, her kind actions getting extra cheers from the fans at the show of sportsmanship.

After allowing Amaya to rest a bit more Tara smirked softly and grabbed the girl from under her arms, lifting her up a but and standing, pulling the smaller girl up easily. Dragging her to the ropes Tara slipped out of the ring and gently pulled Amaya along. Pulling the girl into her arms with a bridal carry Tara made her way backstage, intent on giving Amaya a comfortable place to rest while leabing many fans with questions about what she intended...