Keep It On the Down Low...

It had been a long while since Aisha pulled off a Tornado DDT, and there was a moment where she feared it would come back to bite her - it was a fairly high risk move, especially with someone like Tiffany who had the strength to flatten her easy. But, this time, the risk gave a reward, and it wound up with the Towering Texan flat on her back.

This was were instinct kicked in, in more ways than one - her training as a wrestler told her to go for the pin, and her desire to rub against Tiffany told her to do it in the most sensual way possible. Aisha went with the flow on both counts and straddled her waist, grinding against her and letting their sweat mingle. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt the electricity, the sparks coming from where their sexes met through the thin material...and then she started to rub along, feeling it again and again...

What was the fancy word for this? Exquisite.

At the same time, her hands pressed against Tiffany's chest and slipped under the bra, feeling the flesh underneath. She squeezed. She teased. She prodded. But, more than anything else, she pushed, pressing Tiffany's shoulders to the mat as she went for the pin and the win. "1..."

"Mmm..." Tiffany moaned in a daze as her foe's sex began to rub along her own. Her hips acted on instinct, moving along with Aisha's, keeping their groins in close contact.

Feeling the diva's hands on her sensitive breasts lit a pilot light in the furnace of Tiffany's sex, drawing a second low pitched, heated groan. Her nipples hardened against the cloth back of her fake chain bikini top. However, it also made her open her eyes. A veteran of various erotic wrestling struggles, the cowgirl was aware of when she was in a bad situation, even if it felt sinfully good.

As Aisha got to two, Tiffany got an arm, and shoulder up.

"Mmmh...not done yet, sweetness..." she breathed, her blue eyes opening to gaze into Aisha's....

Aisha didn't really think she'd get the cover with that move - the Tornado DDT might've been a good way to finish a match against Makoto or Aigle or Candy Cane on a bad day, but with a wrestler on Tiffany's level, she wouldn't get much traction. Hardly the point. She wearing the big girl down, sapping her energy, and more importantly, she was getting quite acclimated to the feel of her skin. That would come in handy.

"You better not be, girl." Aisha's reluctantly removed her hands from Tiffany's mammoth mammeries and started to stand up, grabbing the Texan's head to force her up with her. "I ain't even started dancing yet."

As soon as Tiffany was on her feet, Aisha spun around and sent her off to the corner with an Irish Whip, wanting to get her isolated. On top of that, she'd very much enjoyed her time in that corner, and she was eager to get back, especially if the ideas she had worked.

Tiffany shook her head as Aisha got her back to her feet. Even if the move wasn't one that the diva used to put away opponents, it still rattled her. The cowgirl was still out of sorts when the former Rumble Rose sent her towards a corner with an Irish whip.

Hitting it back first, the cowgirl let out a sharp cry of of pain before slumping back into against the turnbuckles. She shook her head, more vigorously this time, trying to clear it before Aisha could really start to pull ahead...

As soon as Tiffany hit the turnbuckle, Aisha took off after her, dashing across the ring as fast as her heels would allow. She spun around at the last second, letting her back crash into the Texan's body, sandwiching it between her and the turnbuckle...

...and she held that position, too. Instead of backing away and letting Tiffany's fall, Aisha grabbed the ropes, held in place, and kept her body pinned in the corner. That would've been heavenly enough by itself, but she also got her hips into the action, thrusting backwards and starting a slow grind against the cowgirl's crotch. Up...and down. Up...and down. She'd had to do a lot of dancing like this for the 'No More' music video, and Aisha was glad something good finally came from it.

Slumped against the turnbuckle, the cowgirl had started to draw herself up to a fully standing position, but then Aisha crashed into her, back first.

Tiffany had been a victim of that move many times before. The impact jarred her, smashing her back against the corner painfully as well as knocking some of the wind out of her. That much she expected. But then Aisha put a new twist on an old move. Pushing her hips backwards, the diva began to grind her firm rear back into the Texan's exposed crotch! The arousal that built was unexpected, as Tiffany's hips moved with Aisha's, grinding back against her on instinct. She let out a moan, heatedly gasping out "Ohhh.....yes..."

Aisha's plan had been to grab Tiffany's head in a facelock, jump forward and slam her chin into the shoulder with a cutter, then go for the obvious pin and win this little spar once and for all. Then they could have some real fun, and she could run a few experiments with these newfoud sensations.

But, somehow, with the feel of the cowgirl's thighs sliding over her ass, and her pround breasts sliding over her back, and those sexy little moans she was making, all dripped in that heavy Texan accent...that plan was quickly forgotten. Her mind couldn't contain it, and her body suddenly had plans of its own.

She ducked down, then slowly rose up, grinding all along Tiffany's powerful legs as she rose and backing into her hard, and that was all she could take without getting a little taste, herself. "All mine..." Her voice was filled with huner and lust, as she spun around and pressed her body against the towering Texan. Her thigh came up between Tiffany's legs and poured on the pressure, while Aisha's smaller breasts slammed into her prodigious pair and tried to dominate them. She ran her tongue over those hot, Southern lips, up and down, before taking the plunge catching the cowgirl with a fiery kiss. Every primal urge, every carnal desire, poured into one steamy moment.

While she was distracted by the rising tide of lust and arousal surging through her body, Tiffany wasn't able to react to Aisha's turning to face her. She shuddered as the diva's thigh pressed against her sex, and her breasts pushed against the cowgirl's.

The feeling of Aisha's lips closing on hers jarred Tiffany into action. After all, she couldn't just remain passive and let the former Rumble Rose have her way. Her tongue swirled around Aisha's as her arms went around the singer's waist, cupping her ass and squeezing. Then the Texan would spin, trying to reverse their positions in the corner and put Aisha's back against the ropes. However, she didn't stop there. She would then try to lift the diva up onto the second turnbuckle, attempting to strand her off the ground.

"No girl, you're mine" she'd growl before reaching up to try and pull open the front of Aisha's outfit with a sharp tug, hoping to aggressively bare the woman's breasts...

So hot. So fucking hot.

Aisha knew that Tiffany wasn't just going to lay back and take the amorous assault without giving as good as she got, but she wasn't quite prepared for the retaliation, all the same. Experience was shining through, here. The cowgirl kissed harder. Hotter. Heavier. Aisha was so wrapped up in the moment, so taken away by those sharp fingers digging deep in her ass, she didn't even notice when the switch happened. Suddenly, she had her back to the turnbuckle, and she knew she was in trouble. Sort of.

She tried to put up a struggle when she was put on the second rope, but it wasn't happening She wasn't high enouugh for the breast smother trick, couldn't get in a good position to lock her in a body scissors. Aisha tried to push away at Tiffany, but her body was failing - it wanted to make love, not war, and it wasn't about to muster much energy for resisting that. Not even when Tiffany pulled her breasts free, leaving her wide open and exposed.

"Oh, God..." Aisha's head rolled back and her hands went up, running through Tiffany's golden hair, carressing it, urging her to keep on doing what she was doing.

Hearing Aisha's sexy moan made Tiffany grin. The position the diva was in wasn't inescapable by any means, but the former Rose seemed to be fighting her body as well as the cowgirl. And a distracted foe was far and away easier to deal with....

Seizing one of Aisha's breasts with her hand, Tiffany squeezed it as her thigh pressed up against her opponent's crotch. The cowgirl aggressively rubbed it over the former Rose's thinly veiled sex. Breaking the kiss, she gave Aisha's lips a final teasing lick before moving her own down to the diva's breast, kissing along it's surface, slowly moving closer and closer to the nipple. Once she got close, the cowgirl blew over it, teasing and tempting Aisha with her lips oh so close to the sensitive bit of flesh...