Blondes Have More Fun: Gisele LeBlanc vs. Betsy Lincoln

[BlackAkuma]

Good Lord, this chick was strong. True, Betsy should’ve known that, she’d been wrestling the woman for while now, but somehow, it kept taking her by surprise. The crazy thing was, the two of them weren’t all that far apart in terms of size. Betsy was, maybe, a wee bit taller, but that was it. They probably could’ve swapped wardrobes and fit into everything they owned. But the difference under the surface was staggering. They were like two identical cars with different engines.

Maybe she could get Gisele to trade a few workout tips when they were done? There was an idea.

The woman loved showing off that power, too, a trait she displayed when she hoisted Betsy up and drove her across the ring, slamming her into the corner with ease and knocking all the air out of her body. She was folded in half and wound up draped over the other blonde’s back as she gasped for air, reeling from the effects of Gisele’s staggering power. ”You…are something else. Damn.”

Huh, and she had a nice ass, too. Betsy had a great view of it at the moment. So great, in fact, that she decided to give it a little pinch on the sly. Why not?

[Dubski]

Gisele's force planted Betsy into the corner, with the French-Canadian keeping her shoulder planted in Betsy as she gasped for air. Lincoln, at the very least, was still able to offer a compliment to her, and then a pinch to her tight ass to add to that. She let out a brief giggle before releasing Betsy and saying, "I am something else... in so many ways. But if you're looking to get more of a feel, Cheesecake..." The Powderbuff trailed off, releasing her opponent, but giving her no moment to break out of the corner as she put her back to her.

Then, the fitness queen began to grind her fit body back against Betsy, reaching back and grasping gently at her waist and hips. Specifically, the sensual grinding focused on Gisele's firm, toned behind grinding into Betsy's hips. LeBlanc lets out a soft purr of pleasure, smiling and putting on just as much of a display for the crowd as she was for Betsy now, and likely Troy as well. "Mmmm... Cheesecake, how does that feel now?" asked Gisele in her accent, slathered in sultriness as she turned her face back slightly to look at her opponent's. She was looking to really see how much this girl was enjoying it.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy’s brain was, for want of a better word, shortcircuiting.

For starters, he was learning for the first time that his wife was bisexual. Which wasn’t a big deal, he was fine with that, it was just a little bit of a surprise coming from a woman he’d been with since high school.

On top of that, he was confronted with the image of her and Gisele clearly hitting on each othe through the match. Which, okay, was a…thing. He wasn’t sure how to take it.

And now Gisele was giving her a lap dance in the corner, and Betsy wasn’t exactly struggling to escape. It was good to see that she was in a better mood now, this was 180 degrees from the way she’d started out, but he couldn't help but feel she was going a little too far in the opposite direction. Not to mention that it was causing a certain reaction with him, one that made him glad he’d opted for baggier pants today.

So, with nothing much to do and nothing much that he could do, he stood there and looked on, contemplating all sorts of things. Was this cuckolding? Did he have a cuckolding fetish?

Betsy, for her part, was just enjoying it. It had been a long while since she’d had another woman on her like this, she’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. She and Troy would be talking about this later, but for now she was enjoying the ride.

And maybe something else.

Betsy chewed on her lip, thrusting forward and enjoying the ride for a few moments, loving the way their bodies fit together. As much as she wanted to just take it, though, she was still cognizant enough to realize where she was and what she needed to do.

”Gaaaah. Such a tease.” Betsy groaned, then snapped to life. She reached out and tried to wrap her arms around her opponent’s neck with a sleeper, while her legs clamped down on her tight midsection, squeezing for all they were worth. ”Maybe get a raincheck on the dancing? Pick it up later?”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was loving her time grinding against Betsy, and her lack of struggling made it clear that her foe also felt she was enjoying it too. Giggling softly, the French-Canadian kept up her sensual grind, always a show off and flirt. At least, until she felt Betsy's legs around her waist and her arm around her neck in a sleeper hold.

Betsy hugged her body like she was a giantess rather than a pint-sized powerhouse. Still, the Powderbuff slowly made her way out of the corner, a deadpan expression on her face as she was bending over slightly. The sleeper was doing it's work, but LeBlanc didn't panic or anything. She thought Lincoln was crazy for not letting their bump and grind continue, but she didn't exactly not expect it.

Hands on her knees briefly, Gisele would take as much of a deep breath as she could manage despite the hold before standing back up and reaching around, wrapping her arm around Betsy's head, forcing it over her shoulder. And then she dropped down in a Backpack Stunner, aiming to send Lincoln down for a very unfortunate landing. After which, Gisele rubbed her neck and finally answered her opponent, "Oh, Cheesecake... You should know by now that we should be on my schedule... I absolutely know best." She joked with a wry grin, staying seated as she continued to rub her neck and take deeper breaths.

[BlackAkuma]

Well, it seemed like a nice idea, at least in theory. Gisele’s neck was wide open, so why not try for one of the few submission moves that Betsy knew how to execute. Who knew? It might hit paydirt, and it wasn’t as if these sorts of opportunities were going to come around often. Might as well make the most of it.

Well, that logic fell apart when Gisele beat it by the simple fact that she was strong as hell.

Betsy clenched harder as she walked out of the corner, but even she knew this was going to turn out poorly. She didn’t know how poor, though - she’d guessed the woman would just do a backdrop or something. Instead, she reached, pulled her head in, and hit Betsy with a stunner of all things - needless to say, that knocked all the wind out of Betsy’s sails and left her laying flat on the mat.

She stayed there for a moment, too, reeling and blinking and shaking her head. ”Okay. Okay, that was my bad.” She winced. ”Is it too late to go back to the lap dancing?”

Worth a shot.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc shocked Betsy with the stunner, leaving her opponent laying as she finished recovering from that Sleeper Hold. With her back still to Betsy, she looked amused at her response. With an impish smirk, she turned around and got to her hands and knees, starting to crawl towards Lincoln. "Mmm... I think so, but... I have other ideas," said LeBlanc suggestively.

The French-Canadian Blondeshell began crawling over top of Betsy's body, lowering it so her stacked body was gently pressing up against her downed opponent. She straddled the hips of her foe, starting a slow grind before leaning the rest of her body forward, their breasts starting to rub against one another sensually. Gisele's hair drifted past her face as she stared into Betsy's eyes and said, "Do you have any other ideas...?"

The Powderbuff had another chance to play with her opponent, making their sensual display even more prominent as she leaned her face close to Betsy's, their mouths just mere inches apart while their bodies move against one another. Gisele was eager to see exactly how her opponent would react.

[BlackAkuma]

News flash: Stunners hurt. All Betsy could do after taking a hellish hit like that was lay there and wallow in the pain, struggling to get her head on straight. That seemed to be the ongoing story of this match - she could go a little crazy, run a little wild, but Gisele would shut it down in an instant. It was like running into a wall over and over.

She was thinking of ways to get around it, hoping she could find some way to get free and turn the tables, when things suddenly took a more complicated turn.

She wasn Gisele had been flirting and teasing and taunting for a while now, but the heat reached a new level when the French-Canadian decided to crawl up her body, pressing her against at every opportunity. Betsy shuddered at the touch and arched her back, rubbing even harder against her and she stayed that way until they were face to face and eye to eye with their lips only inches apart.

There was the unspoken dare. The final straw. All she had to do was lift up a little, meet those bee stung lips, and…

…and…

She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Troy nearby, looking on with a bewildered stare. He wasn’t sure what he was watching and she couldn't blame him. They should’ve had this conversation a long time ago, but they didn’t, and here they were, at this awkward situation with millions watching. Her body wanted to embrace the blonde, but in her head she knew, she knew what the right move was. This was hot, this sexy beyond words, but…

She closed her eyes and turned her head away. ”Look.” Her voice dropped its usual playful mirth. Serious now. As serious as she could get. ”I appreciate the gesture, but, like…I can’t. Not now.” She squirmed a bit under Gisele, with the moment taking away some of those pleasant feelings. ”Sorry.”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was staring into Betsy's eyes, letting her gorgeous features and rock hard body do all of the seducing for her. With their faces so close, Gisele waited for Lincoln's move... and that was to deny the French-Canadian beauty's advances. And then, letting a moment pass, Gisele leaned further...

And then she gave Betsy a peck on the cheek.

Rolling her eyes with a smirk, Gisele planted a hand on her opponent's shoulder and rolled her head. "I get it," she answered simply. She wasn't in the business of being a homewrecker, and only played with her blonde opponent just as much as she could tell that she wanted her too--within the confines of this match, at least. It was all for fun with Gisele, and when there was a line, she didn't want to cross it.

LeBlanc would then smirk, giving Betsy a more playful look. "But... that doesn't mean I'm not still going to be at your ass," remarked Gisele, standing and lifting Betsy by her shoulder in one go before shooting her directly towards one of the corners. Getting ready to charge, she lined herself up before making a mad sprint towards Betsy, aiming to hit her with a big running European Uppercut. She definitely wasn't about to let Lincoln off easy as far as their match was concerned.

[BlackAkuma]

And that was how Betsy Lincoln probably became the first person in recorded history to not want a kiss from Gisele LeBlanc.

Words couldn't express how grateful she was for the reprieve, but the long, exasperated sigh was a good indication, as she deflated like a balloon. She wasn’t 100% sure how to read this woman - she seemed nice enough, but even Betsy knew that people could be a little sneaky in LAW, especially when sex was involved. There was always a chance she would take it too far or be insulted and flip out, or whatever.

But no. She was cool. Super cool. It was something that Betsy would never forget, even if what was about to happen wouldn’t be all that pleasant.

With the match unpaused, Gisele went back on the attack, hefting Betsy up and sending her off running with a strong Irish Whip to the corner, hurling her halfway across the ring and into the turnbuckles. After that exchange, though, she’d managed to build back stamina - maybe enough to do something crazy.

Instead of hitting the pads, Betsy ran up them, vaulted off the top, and came flying back towards her opponents, looking to take her down with a moonsault press!

[Dubski]

Gisele had sent Betsy off towards the corner in an Irish Whip, poised herself, then ran right at her, hoping to crush her once more. It was good that the Powderbuff waited that moment before charging because it allowed her to make a quick pivot in movement when she caught Lincoln using her momentum to scale to the top rope!

The fitness queen put on the breaks hard, stomping one foot down to kill her momentum dead as she saw Betsy flipping up. Then, aligning herself, she caught her opponent over her shoulders, wobbling for one step before holding her aloft over her shoulders. "Oooh... Nice try cheesecake..." remarked Gisele as she wrestled to keep Betsy in her grasp before securing a Torture Rack tight.

Keeping her opponent on her shoulders, she walked towards the center of the ring, doing a single spin before dropping down to her knees hard and sending a painful jolt to Betsy's spine! What followed was her bending her further and further yet, laying on the pressure of her Perfect Curve[/color] submission, aiming to keep a tight grip until Betsy decided she would submit!