L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Not soon after she got pushed off did the pair roll around the mat until the Duchess took control as she would force the cowgirl down.Right after she would feel Priscilla grab onto her hair as her head would be pulled off the mat , and then slammed onto the canvas as Alyssa cried out in pain .

"Payback time!" Priscilla giggled, managing to straddle Alyssa and slamming her head down on the canvas repeating what had been done to her just moments before. The Duchess felt giddy and she hadn't gained her own full strength back, but there was no mistaking the evil glint in her eye as her fingers locked tight in the cowgirl's hair. "Looks like you're the one in trouble now, precious!"

With each time her head got slammed into the mat the cowgirl got more dazed as she would just groan in response to her opponent's words. As she attempted to grab onto the Duchess's wrist to squeeze them in order to get the other wrestler to stop. Still in her current dazed state she was unable to focus on the task at hand.

Sensing her opponent weaken as her head got slammed repeatedly into the mat, Priscilla managed to avoid her wrists being grabbed. In fact turning the tables on Alyssa, the Duchess grabbed the cowgirl's wrists instead, trying to stretch her arms above her head and smiling wickedly as she said: "Here, you've been admiring my boobs all night - want a closer look?"

After getting her head slammed repeatedly against the canvas by her opponent the cowgirl was in no condition to fight back. So when the Duchess would grab her wrists , and held them above her head the pinkette could only groan as she heard the bitch taunt her as she muttered back ''who arggg would even wannna see your fake tits''

"Well if that's what you think you've not been looking close enough," Priscilla purred, letting her breasts down and enveloping Alyssa's upturned features in her damp cleavage. "Nothing fake here, is there sweetie?"

Alyssa would attempt to look away , but was unable to turn her head away as Priscilla would begin too envelope the cowgirl's face with her breasts. Now if they were real or fake was hard too tell as all the American wrestler was focused on was trying to get the bitch to stop as she began to swing her arms around wildly in the hopes of getting an lucky shot in.

Priscilla groaned sexily as her opponent's face became trapped in her cleavage and the American wrestler's cries set up vibrations that made her sensitive flesh quiver erotically. But just as things were looking decidedly positive for the Duchess, a wild swing connected with the side of her head and she pitched sideways with a surprised grunt.

The pinkette was trying to punch the other wrestler , but at first it was not that effective. Since with her being smothered she could not really aim , but one of her blows would manage to collect as she got lucky as she tried to hit Priscilla again to make her back down.

Priscilla groaned as one of the pinkette's wild punches connected and they rolled over with Alyssa now on top.
Their breasts pressed together as the Duchess tried unsuccessfully to bridge at first to avoid being pinned.
"Ohhhhh, you're too impossible! she shouted out in frustration. "Why couldn't you just be nice about it and let me WIINNNN!!!"