Keep It On the Down Low...

Aisha couldn't say she was all that confident about coming out on top with this little sparring match, figuratively or literally. She was doing well, far better than she expectd, but Tiffany was clearly in control, and it seemd like every thing she could think of left her open to an amorous assault. Still, even if she did lose, she could look towards this as something of a success. Not only was she learning things, but she was smashing some of her own fears. If she could handle Tiffany's body rubbing all over and not melt into jelly, then there was hope for her with the rougher variety of hentai matches, after all.

Speaking of Tiffany's body, Aisha noted that it was getting a lot closer all of the sudden. Brave move, especially considering how they're last exchange ended. Aisha moved in, ready hit the cowgirl with an uppercut and do some more damage to those ribs. She immediately regretted the idea.

Because her arm was down, it wound up getting trapped in Tiffany's bearhug, leaving her with one, flailing limb to work with. And what a bearhug it was, too. That Texan power was on full display, crushing Aisha's muscle and threatening to break her in half. To say nothing of their way their bodies slid against each other, the way Tiffany's breath heated up her breast...

Aisha moaned. There was pain in it, but more than enough pleasure, too. She writhed about and tried to push Tiffany's shoulder with her spare hand, but it was a fool's effort. She wasn't getting free. Not hat way.

Lifting and holding Aisha off the ground, Tiffany was squeezing the other woman's midsection, looking to continue her campaign of mild air deprivation on the other woman.

However, the hold also put Tiffany's face almost squarely in the cleavage offered by the Rose's costume. Unable to to resist the temptation, no the urge, the cowgirl sinuously ran her tongue along the smooth skin, grazing the side of one of the exposed orbs....

Aisha didn't want to keep on drawing parrallels between Dixie and TIffany, but with a move like this, it was becoming difficult, but she was getting some serious deja vu from her old matches. What was with blonde, busty Texans and their bearhugs?

"You really-" Aisha grunted, as Tiffany powered down, crushing into spine with those powerful arms. Aisha brought her hands up and tried to push against Tiffany's shoulders, but couldn't get anywhere with it. "Really make it hard not to compare you with...with..."

Okay, there was a key difference between the way Dixie did a bearhug and the way Tiffany did it. The licking. That was new, and very effective. Aisha let out a moan as the cowgirl's talented tongue tickled and teased the side of her breasts, lightly grazing the skin, lapping up the thin sheen of sweat. She shuddered and fought the urge the let her body slacken in the hold - all the sudden, Tiffany felt so much more powerful and Aisha felt so much weakre, and she found herself helplessly caught in the web. All she could think to do was squirm and twist about, which didn't get her anywhere useful.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow as Aisha managed to form words from within the bearhug she was trapped in. However, she had a sneaking suspicion that Aisha was about to say it was hard to not compare her with Dixie Clemets. Normally, that sort of comment would provoke some sort of snarky response from her, but given the situation, Tiff thought she could let it slide.

Taking her squirming victim, the cowgirl began to walk Aisha towards a corner, looking to put her back against the turnbuckles. Once there, Tiffany would release the hold, moving her hands to grasp at front of Aisha's outfit, the straps covering her breasts.
"Now girl, it's time to see what my soon to be vanquished foe has to offer." she said, words fitting with her barbaric warrior garb.

Then she would attempt to aggressively pull the straps to the side, exposing Aisha's breasts to the air, and Tiffany's admiring gaze....

Aisha had never felt so damn good being in such a bad spot, and she was wondering how this would all turn out, what Tiffany's plan was. As hot as this was, it wasn't getting her any closer than to a pinfall. Hurting her? Sure. Confusing her body? Definitely. Beating her? Not quite yet.

She was close to regaining her focus when the cowgirl ruined it again by pushing her back into the corner. Hardly the first time she'd been forced against a turnbuckle with a big-tittied Texan in front of her, but it was the first time she's had one take a look under her hood and see the goods.

Aisha had a short shriek and a scandalous gasp as her breasts came fully exposed and her hardened nubs pointed straight at the object of their desire. She'd had her top off in front of another woman before, no big deal, there. But getting stripped? That was new. It excited her. Maybe frightened her. Certainly gave her some ideas.

"Take a close look!" Aisha reached forward and wrapped her arms around Tiffany's neck, pulling her in for a breast smother. She squeezed hard, mashed her face deep into her skin, and while she doubted she had the chest to make it all that effective, she was banking on it at least taking some of the wind out of  the cowgirl's sails and slowing her momentum.

Besides, she really wanted Tiffany's lips on her skin. As much as she could get.

Tiffany grinned as she heard Aisha's short shriek as the straps of her outfit slipped off of her breasts. She took a moment to admire the diva's rather spectacular orbs, expecting the other woman to try and cover herself. It was a gesture she planned to laugh and comment about to try and rattle the former Rumble Rose star.

However, despite the shocked gasp, Aisha didn't let her topless state distract her too much. In fact, she turned it into an advantage, pulling Tiff's face into her cleavage!

"Mmph!" Tiffany managed to protest in surprise.
The cowgirl struggles to try and keep Aisha from totally cutting off her air caused her lips to move across the other woman's skin as she was caught off guard by the pop star's sudden counterattack!

"Yeah, that's it, get a nice taste."

Aisha purred with a low, rumbling moan as Tiffany's soft lips pressed and sucked away at her flesh, as if trying to trying to draw breath from underneath her skin. It wouldn't last, it couldn't last, but she could certainly savor it for the moment. Maybe if she won, she could do it for longer...

It was a luscious thought, and it spurred her on to crank the hold even tighter, trying to ride down the cowgirl's furious struggles. But Tiffany would fight her way out in about three seconds, which meant she had two to do something meaningful with. Something powerful. Something classic.

Aisha planted her feet on the bottom rope for leverage and pulled Tiffany's head to the side, trying to get it under her arm for a tight headlock. That was step one, and if she could get to step two for what she had in mind, she could start turning this around.

Although some people disregarded the breast smother as an ineffective move, Tiffany knew that one properly applied could be pretty bad for the victim. After all, between depriving someone of air and the ability to see anything aside from the chest they were trapped against the only thing you could ask for was more control over the victim. She heard the diva's taunt and let out a muffled "Fuuumhh...!" in reply.

Luckily, Aisha seemed to abandon the hold for something a little more down to earth, a headlock. Although Tiffany was loathe to be parted from Aisha's bosom, the cowgirl took a deep breath of air in relief. As she did so, Aisha, unknown to the blonde, got her feet up on the bottom ropes.....

Aisha had to admit, she was really missing Tiffany's face in her tits. She had the softest, sweetest little lips, and she could've sworn she felt some nipping with the teeth.

Delicious, no doubt, but it was something to look forward to. For now, though, she was all about business. Sort of.

"Here-" Aisha pushed off the turnbuckle with her legs. "-we-" She swung around Tiffany's body, keeping her momentum strong and tightening the hold. "-go!" She jerked down and tried to bring the cowgirl's head straight to the canvas, going for a thundrous Tornado DDT. Maybe a little wilder than she should've gone for a match with just bragging rights on the line, but it was way too fun not to try.

Tiffany's eyes widened as she guessed at Aisha's move, although too late for her to set up any sort of effective counter.

"No...no....nonono!" The Texan called out as Aisha pushed off the turnbuckle.

The diva swung about the cowgirl's body, building up momentum before driving Tiffany's blonde head into the mat with a jarring DDT! The impact made her give a loud "Unngh!" of pain as she bounced off the canvas, flopping onto her back with a stunned groan.....