SS 14 Friction World Cup Finals: Croatia Vs. United States

Kelly's cheek rested against the exposed side of Nikolette's body, her cheek resting against the girl's body as she pounded her abs as hard as she could before the woman staggered foreward, making Kelly bring her head up to stand up straight before she was suddenly grabbed by The Serb.

"Ahn..." Kelly heaved with an aroused pant as she felt Nikolette's tight, muscular, sweaty body hugging hers, feeling a tingle down her spine as she felt Nikolette's breath panting against her neck. Kelly responded with a mocking gesture, at least in her point of view.

"Ohh..." Turning into cheek into Nikolette's chest, resting just above her breast, Kelly let loose a soft, aroused sounding moan as she bumped her hips into the girl's crotch, rubbing her thighs against her.

Kelly wasn't immediately attacking Nikolette as the two clinched. She wasn't going to complain. She just needed a moment to gather her thoughts and rest her body as she leaned against Kelly and hugged her tightly, panting softly still as they hugged in the middle of the ring.

She was so worn out she didn't even realize until...

Nikolette's eyes opened as she felt Kelly's thigh intrude between her legs. Nikolette's cheeks reddened and she instantly shoved Kelly away and stumbled a few steps backwards.

"Wha... hah... hah... What the heck!? Y-You were bein LITERAL!?" She stammered in a flustered tone. "I don't get it at all!" Nikolette said as her eyes searched Kelly's body. "S-Stop tryin ta distract me like that! No DQ's don't mean it's THAt kinda match suddenly!"

Nikolette lowered her head and threw herself forward, trying to shoulder tackle Kelly to the ground, even if it was a lot more lethargic than usual.

Nikolette was 4 inches taller and had 17 whole pounds on Kelly. It felt a bit natural for the blonde to snuggle up to this hard bodied mechanic like this. She had a toned body like she wanted her men to be, (or had) but was 100% female. Sure she was kind of tomboyish but she wasn't a total dyke at least. Kelly told herself, despite hating Nikolette, that part of herself did like the mechanic clinching up on her after pummeling those tight sexy abs she had. So, partly out of reflex, Kelly did this, she intimately snuggled up to her foe and moaned enticingly for her, brushing her thigh between her legs while her cheek rested above her breast.

And then came the shove, causing Kelly to stumble back before she stood flat on the ring mat in front of Nikolette, smirking wide in front of the woman as she gave a flustered complaint to the blonde. "Mhmmm..." Kelly said with her hands on hips and her feet apart, looking coyly at Nikolette, knowing the girl was checking her out.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't do the kind of matches I think you're referring to..." Kelly said being coy as ever, acting innocent, but she couldn't hide, she knew and when Nikolette tried to throw herself forward and am into Kelly, the blonde simply sidestepped to her left, the side of her good leg.

Kelly then made an exaggerated fake gasp. "C-Could it be? You're attracted to me!? But im supposed to be your enemy! How could this be!?" Kelly exclaimed as she positioned her arms and hands around her dramtically, trying to make a scene and just mess with Nikolette.

Nikolette stumbled as Kelly dodged her shoulder tackle. She was lucky she didn't fall flat to the mat but as Kelly had seemingly stopped her offense, Nikolette was beginning to recover a little bit of her strength.

But then Kelly started to get ... weird.

"W-w-w-what'dya thinkg I DO!?" The engineer stammered. Nikolette took a step back, her cheeks were bright red as she shook her head. One hand instinctively covered her chest and her body language turned away from Kelly to shield her from the offensive words.

"a-a-att-ttrACTTED to ya!? Y-y'all beat me over the head with a megaphone! You've done nothin but berate me and when I try and shut ya up, ya run away!? That yer idea of playin hard ta get cause that's pretty dang messed up!"

Nikolette bit her lip. "L-Let's just get back to the match!"

Nikolette raised her arms like she was going to clinch and then tucked them down against her sides. Now she couldn't think of locking up with Kelly without thinking the blonde was thinking SHE just wanted to rub up against her!

Nikolette took a step back. What could she do? Now if she got close, the contact would be undeniable! She shook her head and furrowed her brow. She took a step forward and tried to slam her big, heavy boot into Kelly's chest to knock her down!

"Well J-J-J-Just seemed like you were with that tone and how red faced you are!" Kelly declared, even with a mock stutter, her lips twitching as she tried to stifle the need to just smile at how Nikolette had just went total Sunderland with one little moan and groan.

And then came Nikolette's undeniable evidence of all the things Kelly had done to her. Stuff that Kelly couldn't deny at all! Many of them captured live on TV! What COULD Kelly say back to the mechanic at all.

"No I didn't." Kelly said as she blinked twice, acting as innocent as possible before Nik tried to get the match going back at regular pace. Kelly smiled inwardly able to see that her foe was a bit nervous and hesitant. Perfect.

Kelly got her hands up and was careful about moving in, not even wanting to meet Nikolette half way and it was a good thing she waited, because the Serb came for her instead and rushed with another big boot.

"THIS AGAIN!?" Kelly suddenly screeched her eyes wide with adrenaline as she tried to jump back quickly and catch Niko's foot with her hands, holding her extended leg out before Kelly would turn herself and drop onto her back while twisting Nikolette's leg, trying to give the girl's powerful leg a dragon screw!

"O-Oohp!"

Nikolette gasped when Kelly sidestepped and caught her boot. She was left hopping on one leg to maintain her balance when she suddenly felt herself turned into the blonde's dragon screw.

The engineer's eyes widened and she yelped when her body was quickly spun. She crashed to the ground and landed with a hard thud, feeling dizzy from the momentary spin.

'Ugh..."

Nikolette shook her head to try and get her bearings, sitting on the canvas with her back facing Kelly.

Jacking up Nikolette's leg with the dragon screw, Kelly rose up with hands outstretched for the crowd, that would greet her a chorus of Boos that she would happily grin at before rose to her foot and looked to Nikolette.

"Silly twat! You're way too gay for Friction!" Kelly taunted before giving Nikolette a swift kick in the back with the toe of her boot. Once that deed was done she would roll herself out of the ring and march to the timekeeper, pushing her aside and stealing her steel folding chair! Raising it up for the crowd before going back to the ring and sliding back inside.

Once there, Kelly would rise to her feet and loom behind Nikolette waiting for the woman to stand up and turn so Kelly could charge right at her, scream at the top of her lungs with the chair raised over her head before swinging it down over the mechanic's forehead to rattle her impressive brain.

Nikolette raised an eyebrow at Kelly's words. What did that even MEAN?! She DID like girls, at least, that's who she had been attracted to so far. But she'd seen LOTS of matches in this league and she certainly wasn't into girls enough to do a hentai match!

Still, Nikolette thought she had a moment to stand up until the boot smashed into her spine. "UGH!" Nikolette flopped back down to the canvas and snaked her hand behind her back.

"ahhh...." Nikolette winced and rolled on the canvas. Normally a kick like that wasn't THAT debilitating but it had already been a grueling match. Still, She slowly began to rise, not knowing where Kelly was until she was on her feet. She was up in a moment and looked around, sluggishly turning her body until she saw Kelly, or rather, the chair hurtling towards her. She tried to lift her arm in the air but was too slow.

"CRACK!"

Nikolette fell backwards like timbre and crashed tot he mat. Her arms were at each side and she looked unconscious, even with her glassy eyes open. Her vision was hazy and the crowd's roar was muffled. It felt like she was slowly being put in a deprivation tank.

Cringing gasps of Sympathy could be heard echoing the arena as Kelly smashed the chair down upon Nikolette Tessla's bloodied forehead. She stood tall as her foe fell back sprawled out on the canvas, leaving the blonde to admire her handiwork with a smile as she looked to the crowd and cameras. The former showering her with boos.

Kelly dropped her chair and made her way over to Nikolette. "On your feet!" She roared, going to grab the mechanic and haul her up to her feet, bearing the possible dead weight as she stuffed the girl's head between her legs.

From there, Kelly extended her arms outward, her thumbs pointing up before she suddenly turned them down to signify the metaphorical execution, pulling Nikolette along until she stood atop just above the steel chair.

"The World is mine!" She cried, as she hooked Nikolette's arms in a double underhook before bending her knees and jumping back, tucking her legs in as she pulled Nikolette with her, trying to slam her face first into that steel chair with a...

"Phoenix Facebuster!!"

Nikolette was hoisted up by her sweaty locks by the blonde American. Whatever consciousness she had left only helped to fit herself into Kelly's plans hastier. her feet drug as Kelly shimmied them over the chair and Nikolette barely even saw the metal past the thighs clamping her head in place.

Nikolette was then lifted off the ground and had her face smashed into the chair. She barely even bounded and just flopped sickeningly into dead weight unconsciousness. Blood continued to seep from her face and onto the metal chair. There was a low, soft groan that escaped her but other than that she was motionless as the crowd began to boo Kelly with all their might. The chair had been an unnecessary addition to a move that was probably already a bit unnecessary itself.