Weiss Kampfer vs. Fallon Terrazas

Fallon panted as Weiss got off of her. She was thankful that the German had gotten off of her and that the erotic torture was over with, but she was also furious. Losing the first round was not the way she had intended to start off this match, and now, she was weak. She came at Weissâ€s hand, and the German was still as fresh as a daisy.

Slowly, the brunette got to her feet. She backed up into the corner opposite Weiss, breathing slowly, glaring at the other wrestler. Fallonâ€s fingers touched her belly slowly, trying to banish the tingling that still lingered in those iron abs.

“Oh, youâ€re going to regret making this sexual! Sex is one thing—along with wrestling, and hotness, and, well, life itself, too—that youâ€d never be able to beat me at, you dumb bitch!” Fallon called out across the ring, challenging her opponent, feeling that sheâ€d recovered some of her strength and knowing she had to try to exact some revenge, and fast.

And just as she somewhat expected, Fallon would still find a way to keep her confidence up. It pissed off Weiss to no end. "Huh!? What's that you dumb whore!? Keep trash talking all you want, I'll make sure that you will never forget me and the beating and humiliation that I am going to continue to give to you!!" She shouted angrily.

The bell would ring, and Weiss would waste no time speed walking up to her opponent, fist already clenched in both hands. Once she got close to the Californian, the German would immediately try to slide around to the back and wrap her arms around her foe's mid-section. If the opportunity arises, she would quickly start to massage the girl's abs in hopes of gaining an immediate advantage.

“Youâ€re the one whoâ€s getting paid to make me cum!” Fallon would shoot back, when Weiss called her a dumb whore. Technically, they were both getting paid, but Weiss was the one who had stooped to erotic attacks, and that, without a doubt, made her the prostitute, at least in Fallonâ€s mind. “But youâ€re still not going to beat me, you loser! Come on! Come on!”

Fallon pounded a fist into an open palm, then opened up her stance, adjusting her legs further apart and spreading her arms as she dared Weiss to come at her again.

The bell rang for the second round, and Weiss did come at her again. The German wrestler approached, and Fallon would walk forward slowly as well. She didnâ€t want to do anything stupid. She was going to play this round smart, and she was going to catch Weiss by surprise, and she was going to make the German wrestler cum as revenge!

When Weiss tried to slide around behind her, Fallon would act decisively, spinning around and trying to deliver a hard, open-handed slap to Weissâ€s face. Hoping the slap would spin Weiss around a little, Fallon would then tackle her opponent from behind, trying to bring the German down to the ground!

"W-W-WHAT!!??" Weiss blurted out openly with surprise at Fallon's comments. Shaking her head side to side to get rid of the confusion, she glared back at the other girl with a face of rage. "ENOUGH!! I'm gonna make sure to seal your trap shut once and for all!" She growled angrily before she made her way over to the Californian.

As she slipped behind her opponent and tried to go for Fallon's weak spot once more, Weiss's eyes widened when the other girl also managed to turn around in time, before she would receive a brutal slap that snapped her head to the side and forced her around, leaving her cheek searing red. Stumbling forward in shock, the German then cried out as she was tackled onto the mat from behind, landing on the mat roughly on her front. Having regained her senses from that tackle, Weiss quickly tried to squirm away from her foe. "Ugh... Get the hell off of me!"

Fallon managed to catch Weiss by surprise, spinning around before Weiss could wrap her arms around her midsection and delivering a stinging bitchslap across Weissâ€s face. The slap was hard enough to send Weiss spinning, and Fallon would take advantage of that by charging at her stunned opponent and tackling her down to the mat. She felt Weiss squirming beneath her, but Fallon would straddle her opponentâ€s rear end, then punch her opponentâ€s upper back, trying to get her to stay down. She would push down on Weissâ€s back, almost as if she was going for the pin right away. But she would need to turn Weiss over onto her back if she wanted to pin her.

“Oh, no, you donâ€t! Youâ€re not getting away! Iâ€m going to make you cum, and then Iâ€m going to pin you! Now I just need to figure out…”

She would trail off. Now it was a matter of figuring out how to make Weiss cum. She could just try stroking the German girlâ€s sex, but she had to have some weird fetish, or some weakness like Fallonâ€s belly affinity that could be exploited…

"Aghh!!" Weiss cried out as she was punched at her upper back, cringing in pain that reduces her squirming a little, before Fallon took the opportunity to keep her pinned down as she was pushed down by her back. She had thought about pushing off the mat to lift her body off of the canvas, but even then, it was hard for her to slip her body out from underneath the Californian's firm ass which was sitting on her own rear.

When she heard what her opponent wanted to do, the German blurted out in a chuckle. "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME!!?? There's no way I would have some kind of fetish or weakness as vulnerable as yours! Give it up! You're just dreaming of humiliating me when in reality, my body is just better than yours!"

Fallon managed to keep her opponent down, sitting on Weissâ€s lower back and butt and pressing down with her hands against Weissâ€s upper back. She would take a few moments to just think, as Weiss, despite her squirming and her struggling, was obviously not going anywhere anytime soon. Fallonâ€s quasi-pinning hold on the German wrestler was too secure.

“You are such a little lying loser…” Fallon would say, rolling her eyes when she heard her opponent laugh and yell at her that she didnâ€t have a weakness. Fallon knew some women really didnâ€t, of course, but there was no way Weiss would be so defensive about it if she didnâ€t have one. Oh, she had one. And it wouldnâ€t take Fallon too long to figure out what it was. “Okay, so what should I start with? Tickling, maybe? Or maybe you have a foot fetish…”

Fallon would lean forward, grabbing onto Weissâ€s hair with one hand while the other would press harder into the Germanâ€s back to keep her down. “Come on, tell me,” Fallon insisted, pulling Weissâ€s head back a little. She knew her foe wouldnâ€t tell her, but she was confident that she would figure it out on her own…

"Ugh you stupid bitch just give it up already!" Weiss shouted angrily as she continued to squirm underneath Fallon's body as hard as she could, to no success. Seeing that it'll just tire her out, the German stopped and remained silent. This reminded her of being in an interrogation, and as long as she kept her own mouth shut and give off no hints, then that should be fine.

Then the girl let out a cry as her hair was grabbed and pulled back, forcing her head back as well as she was still firmly planted against the canvas by her back. As she heard what the Californian wanted, Weiss looked back at the corner of her eyes and muttered "over my dead body" before she gritted her teeth, continuing her silence afterwards.

“Nope! Nuh uh! No way! Youâ€ve got a weakness, and Iâ€m finding it,” Fallon would insist, as her opponent commanded her to give it up already. Weissâ€s increasing desperation, her increasing shrillness as she told Fallon that there was no weakness to find and that she should just give up, made the Californian think that she might just be closer to her opponentâ€s soft spot than she had first thought.

“Hmm…” Fallon would let go of Weissâ€s hair, reaching down to tickle the Germanâ€s chin a little. Fallon quickly stopped that. “No, no, thatâ€s stupid,” she would mutter. “Then again, youâ€re sort of stupid, so I guess that would make sense…buuuut…”

Fallon decided to work her way down Weissâ€s body. She didnâ€t think it was a foot fetish, and it probably wasnâ€t a belly fetish like her own, so there werenâ€t too many other body parts. Boobs, butt, or pussy were all too obvious. It could be something weird like her kneecaps…or maybe it was something a little more common in foreplay, something which Fallon knew to be a weakness of many women. “Are you sure you donâ€t have any weaknesses?” Fallon would tease, before digging her hand into Weissâ€s back a little harder, kneading the flesh with her knuckles, giving the German girl a small massage.

Weiss let out a grunt as her hair was released, forcing her head to fall back against the mat. Looking up angrily to see the crowd in the view, she felt like she was being played like a fool. That was especially evident when Fallon tickled her chin (which garnered no giggling or laughter from the German) and gave out that insulting remark on her supposed stupidity afterwards. "You fucking..." She growled, her teeth gritting so hard against each other.

"I told you already that I don't have-AAAHHHhhhhh!!.." Weiss's eyes immediately widened when she felt Fallon's knuckle digging into her back muscles and massaging it, letting out a deepening gasp after her supposed cry of pleasure. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Had she remained silent instead of responding to the Californian's teases, she would've probably gotten away with it as she would've been gritting her teeth still to hide any noises. "F-F-FUCK YOU FALLON TERRAZAS!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands scrambling and reaching for the distant bottom ropes.

At first, before the match even started and when she found out who her opponent was, Weiss didn't even know who this person by the name of Fallon Terrazas was. But because of what happened in this match, it was etched into her memories forever. It was a name that will forever remind herself of the pain and humiliation she had suffered from this bitch.