Blazin' Bridgette vs Bomber Blank: Risky Ropes Match!

Submission Match
H-Moves Allowed
Risky Ropes: If a submission is ended due to a rope break, the person who grabs the ropes gets 10 seconds to apply any non-submission move to her opponent

With a press of her thumb, Bomber Blank signalled for the pyros to go off as she sauntered her way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. Ah, hatred. The best reaction somebody of her stripe could get from the crowd. Clad in her custom schoolgirl outfit and her mouth-covering bandana, the Erotic Terrorist jumped onto the apron and flipped the audience off before she stepped in between the ropes.

She had done a bit of research on her next opponent. Bridgette, a feisty redhead who'd be a three-deep notch on her bedpost, would be pleasing her tonight. Damn, she was lucky to be getting all of these high-grade honeys challenging her to matches. Too bad it meant there was less time to read up on them in her free time.

At that moment, Alyssa chuckled to herself. Poor Morgan couldn't get a match no matter how hard she tried. At this rate, her best friend would be spending more time in the weights room than the ring. The Bomber decided that she'd put on a hell of a show so her buddy would at least have something to entertain herself with while she was busy recovering from her workouts.

She licked her lips, eager for her opponent to come. Well, only the wrestling part could be shown. The part where Alyssa planned to fuck Bridgey into submission was not to her friend's taste, unfortunately.

"Time to light your fuse, Bridgey!" She roared, beating her own chest with one red gloved hand.

Bridgette's theme started to play once Alyssa's entrance act finished, and the redhead soon made her way into the arena with a dry smirk on her face. Her debut didn't go too well to say the least, so she's aiming not to do worse in this one. From what she heard, her opponent for tonight was quite the wacko person, so it seemed that they're going to have some fun together in that ring.

The redhead slipped herself under the bottom ropes and went around the ring for a full circle while glancing challengingly at the other girl. Her intention was to intimidate her would be opponent, even if she didn't think that this Alyssa girl would get cold feet easily. Bridgette then stood on the center of the ring, arms crossed under her chest while still glaring at the other girl.

Compared to her previous opponent, this one didn't look particularly strong, but she knew better than to underestimate her foe. Well, even if the girl ended up being weaker, that'd only make the match a bit more fun for her.

Alyssa liked the look in Bridgette's eyes. Confident, yet analytical. That was somebody who wasn't going to be suckered into a loss so easily. But, if there was one thing the Bomber knew what to do, it was to play more than one role. Anybody worth their salt in demolitions couldn't get away with specializing. In an emergency, improvisation was key. Sure, she had been sloppy plenty of times in the past. But who's to say that it wasn't the right thing to do, given the role she was taking at the time?

She shook her head, almost about to laugh. Well, it'd be dumb to think that everything was according to her plan. Only a few of those times were intentional. On that same line of thought, not all of the psychosis was faked. Really, her judgement tended to be impaired as a result of that. But right now, her mind was clear. She had an idea to get her opponent to lower her guard, and it didn't seem too bad at the time. The moment Bridgette crossed her arms under her chest, the glib bomber began talking.

"Presenting already, slut?" She asked, leering at the redhead's rather sizeable breasts, hands already opening and closing like she was milking a cow. Alyssa had to lower the pitch of her voice a bit, and slow her words down until it sounded like she was having trouble reading off of a cue card. "You really can't wait to get fucked, can you?"

Generic meathead heel, she smiled to herself. That one worked more often than not. Get the enemy believing she was dumber than a sack of bricks, then snap them up while they were still overthinking it.

"Hmmphh," Bridgette scoffed at Alyssa's remark. "Is that jealousy that I just heard? Go ahead and lash out your insecurity in the front of a better woman, I always find it amusing," she sneered back.

As if trash talks would easily tick her off. Bridgette had her shares of insults, as well as throwing them herself. Alyssa would have to do way better than that. The redhead was proud of her body, and not just because of her assets. This mouthy girl would soon find out. Pretty soon. Just the thought of it already made her grin wider.

"If you're done talking, how about you we get started so I can fuck you up instead?"

"You talking down to me?" Alyssa growled, maintaining a slouched position as she stared at Bridgey. "Let's get to it, bitch."

It seemed to be working, at least. As soon as the bell rang, she rushed forward. Time to take the direct approach, eat a few shots and slams before she shed her disguise. The Bomber ran with hands held forward as if to grab Bridgette's shoulders and sling her into the ropes. If the redhead let her get away with that... Well, it wasn't going to trouble her any.

"GET OVER HERE!!"

"Right back at you, bitch," Bridgette hissed at Alyssa.

As the girl ran straight forward at her at the sound of the bell, the redhead held her ground, expecting some sort of a lockup. Instead, her opponent tried to whip her onto the ropes, which prompted a roll of the eyes from Bridgette. Boring.

She'd try to maintain her ground and grab Alyssa back, hoping to reverse the throw, only with the turnbuckle as her target instead of the ropes. That'd teach the girl not to try overpowering her!

Very quickly, the Bomber learned just how strong Bridgette was. Definitely more than her, for sure! She grunted as she was overpowered and tossed into the turnbuckle, crumpling slightly as she felt the impact. Yeah, that was a nice hit. But she had wrestled stronger. Putting her hands to the top ropes, she briefly raised her head up to the ceiling and howled before looking right back down at the redhead.

A little bit of showboating, yes. Just a reference for Morgan to take notice of. Yet again, she went in for the shoulder grab. A repeat would hammer the idea into Bridgey's head that Alyssa was an idiot. Yeah, that would last just long enough for the Bomber to start playing with fire.

"Come on! Get some, you stupid bitch!" She growled.

Alyssa seemed to take her hit well. Good, because Bridgette like an opponent with endurance. It'd be too boring if she could just subdue the girl easily. As the bomber once again went for a shoulder grab, the redhead couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow. Whether the girl was persistent, or simply a fool.

"I'll show you who's the stupid bitch!" Bridgette growled as she'd attempt smack Alyssa's face, hoping to knock the girl off her for a start.

Her intention was to lunge forward afterwards, her arms aiming to wrap around her opponent's back so she could lift the girl up in a nice, tight bearhug.

Alyssa reeled from the punch, taking a few steps back as she did. Of course Bridgey would start following up. She thought she had this one in the bag, didn't she? The Bomber tried not to grin as she let her opponent dictate the flow.

She raised her arms above her head as she let Bridgette grab her in a bear hug. Maybe she'd even let the girl start thinking the match was over before she actually started to fight back. The crowd was cheering the brawler on as she started crushing Alyssa. It was pretty darn tight, but she only gave token resistance for now. It wouldn't be any good if she let Bridgette know that she was faking things.

"Let go...." She croaked.

"Oh? What's this? Begging already, bitch?!" Bridgette taunted as she hugged her opponent tighter.

At the moment she didn't really think too much about the flow of the match since she's in control. There's nothing too suspicious as it was anyways. Alyssa was just being stubborn with the grabbing and paid the price. Maybe the bomber was just a weakling who liked to run her mouth. Didn't matter.

"Sure, why not," she sneered, before lifting Alyssa up and slam the girl onto her back. Hard.