Weiss Kampfer vs. Fallon Terrazas

The look on Weiss's face really was cute, with her eyes seeming listless, seeming to wander about in an entirely unfocused fashion, while her tongue hung out of her mouth, letting a little stream of drool drip along it as the German girl panted heavily. Fallon would only encourage her weakened opponent's hazy state, grinding her body hard into her, tightening her abs to let Weiss feel the power inside of them even as all of her own muscles relaxed. Eventually, Weiss did make a move...a move to start grinding her own body harder into Fallon's, speeding her tumble towards orgasm and helping Fallon's own efforts!

"Hmmf...heh heh..." the Californian would grunt, glad for the assistance as she kept on the grinding while her hands slid down Weiss's back, giving her ample backside a nice little rub, pressing fingers deep into baby-smooth flesh, then sliding them back up into the small of her back and stroking it gently. Between the rubbing of bodies and of hands, Weiss couldn't take it, and she came, making Fallon grin and moan in reply as she felt all that honey coating her lower body!

Once Weiss was weakened, Fallon would roll the German girl over, putting her on the bottom of their two-girl pile. Her hands came off Weiss's back and butt, and went lower, looping around the girl's thick, strong thighs...then trying to yank her legs upward and put them up near her head! After that, Fallon's hands would go to Weiss's shoulders, aiming to shove them down into the canvas and establish a matchbook pin to win the match!

Even if Weiss wanted to continue to resist, her body won't listen anymore. Not even her mind is bending to her whims. It is like... she's so tired, she doesn't want to go on anymore. No, if it was against any other, maybe she would have successfully fought on. But Fallon... she's different. This match made a huge impression on the German, even if she herself doesn't know it consciously. She wanted to send a message to everyone of her wickedness and the danger she is to others. But instead, she was tamed like a pet through sensual means. Beaten at a game she did not intend to play... It is going to be embarrassing for Weiss to think about later on, and she probably is going to fear that her image she was going to brand for herself was already ruined before it had truly formed.

Feeling her strongly built legs being forced up and over her body as if she was being folded in half, her feet pressed right on the mat near her head in a matchbook position, the German can only let out a slight sigh as Fallon did the honors. "One!! Two!! Three!!" And just like that, this grueling match finally ended in a quick count. Her juices still flowed from her sex even during and after the pin, trickling against her moist skin and down her belly and breasts.

This Weiss... She didn't say anything. She didn't scream, or angrily tell Fallon to get off of her. She was actually waiting for what this Californian would say. Yes... What would she say after having been through this long match with this sadistic bitch that turned out to have her own perverted ticks?

Unlike her opponent, Fallon was not thinking much about image. She was just thinking about winning, winning in the best way she knew how, and right now, she was pretty darn satisfied. A potentially dangerous match with a brutal enemy turned into something almost lighthearted and most decidedly erotic, with both of them ending up expending some of their energy in intense orgasms, but Fallon finally winning out in the end, claiming that all-important third fall, winning two to one...and, unless her memory was failing her after all that hot, crazy sexfighting, winning a very special prize for the evening.

Once the count was finished and the bell was rung, Fallon would let go of Weiss and roll over onto her knees beside the girl. Sitting there, she would take a few seconds, just panting heavily, her eyes gazing down upon the body of her vanquished opponent, watching the juices trickle down over her belly and breasts.

Fallon brought a hand down to Weiss's belly, extending a finger and running it along the contours of the girl's abs, sopping up some of those delicious juices, lifting that finger to her mouth and sucking it clean. "Mmmm..." she would moan, before bringing the hand down again and smiling down at Weiss. "That was, like, a pretty insane match. But I guess you're mine now, huh?"

As Fallon rolled away, Weiss' folded-up body would flop into an eagle spread position, completely motionless as the German was left panting in exhaustion, her eyes staring endlessly at the bright arena lights. After what started as a physical wrestling match, her body ended up drenched in the sex juices of both her own's and Fallon's. It was a completely unexpected ending not only in results, but also in the means to it.

'Where did it go wrong?' That was what Weiss thought. And as she continued her thoughts of excuses, her mouth forcibly let out a soft moan to compliment her blushing face as she felt Fallon's finger running up her softened abs and extracting some of that honey left on it. It was then she heard her so-called 'rival's' words, and despair was clearly seen in her now widened eyes, as if a shock reverberated throughout her heart. She had forgotten in the heat of defeat that the loser has to be the winner's... 'personal sex toy', so she declared before.

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit SHITTT!!!" Weiss screamed furiously in frustration before gnashing her teeth against each other. She clearly did not plan to be in this position, and she could not escape with her current condition. Most of all, fear. She feared that she couldn't last the evening if she was going to be the receiver of all this. She wanted to be the torturer, the executor... That was how she always knew it. And yet, probably for the first time she can remember, she is going to suffer being a victim, even if this is done through sexual means rather than the physical means she knows and loves.

The girl's head slowly rolled to the side to look at Fallon with a nasty glare. Well, of course. Since Weiss wasn't in an entranced state, her normally bitchy side has come to surface once again. While her animosity against Fallon has greatly diminished, it doesn't change the fact that Weiss can't accept this, even if it's from this Californian. "You... belly-loving... PERVERT!... D-Don't think you can get away with this... I'll have my revenge! I swear it! I FUCKING SWEAR!" She shouted in frustration like a spoiled child with due punishment.

Fallon let Weiss go, letting her defeated opponent rest and just enjoy the afterglow along with her. The match had had its ups and downs, some rough starts and restarts and bumps and bruises. In the end, Fallon had won, and, according to the bet which Weiss had oh-so-confidently made, the German girl was now going to be hers for the evening. Fallon was excited to be able to spend some more time with someone else who understood her belly fascination, and had a dirty little secret of her own that the two of them could have some fun with.

But Weiss seemed to be coming out of a haze after that pin had secured Fallon the win, and, unfortunately, the haze she was coming out of was the haze of pleasant disposition under which she had been for most of the latter stages of their fight. Now, as she came to her senses, she started swearing...and yelling at Fallon. The brunette drooped a little bit, then pulled her chin up defiantly and crossed her arms over her chest. She was not going to let her vanquished foe bully her like this.

"Shut up, I won fair and square. And you were the one who, like...really wanted to make a bet about the fight, you know." She leaned over and gave Weiss's butt a pinch. "C'mon, Weiss, stop being a baby. You're a pervert, too, right? We both are, so let's go back to having fun, huh? Just stop trying to be tough and have fun for one night."

"Kya!" Weiss screamed in a surprisingly cute and high-pitched tone as Fallon pinched her butt, her face immediately becoming flustered with a deep crimson red as she looked at Fallon with an expression along the lines of "no, you just imagined that!" Ok, at least, she has to get away from this disgusting audience and not let more of her hidden perverted side show. The crowd has already seen enough of this secret pervert known as Weiss during the match, and she can only blame Fallon for that.

"F-FINE!! Just get me away from this place! Carry me!... I can't move..." Weiss shouted initially, before calming down near the end of her ranting statements, her head leaning on its cheek and her face facing away from the other girl. How this Californian carries the German, she doesn't really care. She is just looming at being Fallon's bitch in a sense, and truly, she can't stand being someone's bitch in general. But at least their fun moments can be done in private now, and this sadistic wrestler seems to have opened up to this abs-obssessed girl...

Fallon caught that expression on the blonde's face, and stared hard into her eyes, replying to that defiant look with a look that said Don't you dare try to mess with me or you're getting another massage right here in front of everyone! After a tense few moments, Weiss seemed to soften. Bitterly, and reluctantly, but still. And she finally agreed to honor the bet she herself had proposed...with a look that said she might be a little more pliable behind closed doors. Good! Fallon could accept the tough-girl attitude out here in the ring as long as she knew Weiss was not actually a hypocrite at heart.

"Oh, sure. You should've just, like, asked that in the first place," Fallon would say, in a quiet tone, trying to spare Weiss some of the embarrassment she was so obviously dreading. "Just don't you dare try to pretend like you didn't mean what you were saying here, okay? You can't play a bitch with me..."

With that, Fallon would get one arm underneath Weiss, and one arm on her butt. With a loud groan of exertion, she hoisted the blonde up over her shoulder, the girl's ass stuck up in the air next to her own head. She chuckled, and leaned over to give one butt cheek a kiss, before rising to her feet and beginning a slow exit from the ring with her foe slung over her shoulder.

What contributed to Weiss calming down in her initially defiant rant was Fallon's glare, and she can instantly understand the subliminal message behind it, her face actually showing a tint of fear before she turned her face away from the Californian. Gritting her teeth at what she perceived to be insults being thrown at her, the German would quietly respond as she was being lifted onto Fallon's shoulder: "S-Shut up you bimbo..."

Her face still overcome with embarrassment, especially with how she was lifted up and where Fallon's hands were touching her body initially, that embarrassment would only heighten as her cute posterior was kissed, Weiss letting out a soft gasp in surprise. She would have to do with the other girl's perversion for a little while longer, feeling completely exhausted as her limbs dangled in mid-air, unable to move even her head to look around. Sighing in the end, she closed her eyes to give herself a short shuteye, and sooner than later, she would actually drift asleep due to the sheer exhaustion from what transpired during this intense match.

Winner By Pinfall: Fallon Terrazas