Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

If they kept talking about what they wanted to do on the date, whichever one of them ended up losing would end up burning through an entire AFW paycheck trying to cover the thousands upon thousands of dollars that she would need to properly fund all of these ideas. It was probably for the best that they stopped discussing it and got down to the business of testing their strength against each other.

Now the test of strength was really underway, and it felt as though the whole arena abruptly shrank down to just the two of them. Their bodies practically molded together into one as they pushed against each other, foreheads pressing together before gradually dampening with sweat and beginning to slide across each other, hot breath washing over each other's faces, and, of course, hardened nipples stabbing into each other's breasts through their tops, occasionally clashing against each other as each impressive pair of tits flattened the other.

The test of strength was incredible, spectacular, and turned Fallon on a little, but it was almost immediately obvious that it was not going to end conclusively. The two of them were just too close in stature, too similar in physique, and too alike in mind. Their toned, heavenly bodies crushed into each other without either budging. What momentum there was swung one way and then the next. Fallon would push forward, inch by inch, slowly smirking as she would push Mikayla onto her back foot, bending her arms and upper body back slightly. Then, just like that, Mikayla would force Fallon back, swinging the pendulum in the other direction. Fallon found her balance compromised, and found herself struggling to keep from stumbling back. Her smirk disappeared,and was replaced by a wide-eyed look that betrayed a small sense of desperation until she managed to force Mikayla back again. Back and forth they went, both coming close to making something happen, but never actually succeeding in tossing the other back.

Fallon knew that they could not keep this up. She was already thinking of breaking the test of strength when Mikayla unlaced their fingers. The brunette would bring her arm up to try to stop Mikayla from pulling her in, but was just a second too slow. Fallon would fight back, however. She didn't intend to let her friend keep her in the headlock for long. As she was pulled in, Fallon did manage to slip her arm inside of Mikayla's to keep the headlock loose. Then, she would slide a leg around and try to hook it around Mikayla's incredible, strong leg, before suddenly jerking her leg, hoping to take Mikayla's out from under her and bring her down. Fallon, at the same time, would try to pop her head out of the headlock. If she couldn't, she might go down onto the canvas alongside the blonde.

The headlock would not have been Mikayla's first choice, but it was her best option from the test of strength, and she was pleased to feel Fallon's head against the side of one breast to signal that she had, at least, fetched her companion and brought her closer. But Mikayla would get no further with her plans. She wrenched her arm to lock Fallon's head into the hold, wanting to use it as a bridge to something more effective and creative, but Fallon's arm appeared to have slipped into the hold, as well.

What was more, her leg became ensnared as Fallon's hooked and trapped it. Mikayla had no issue with her balance, but because she didn't want Fallon's to wrench hers the wrong way, she did not fight Fallon's effort to jerk her to the mat. She did not relinquish her hold on Fallon's head, however, until she was nearly on her back on the canvas. Throwing out an arm to catch herself, the two collapsed to the mat in a tangle, neither likely any worse for the wear. For her part, Mikayla landed evenly on her shoulder and upper arm, rolling into the landing and ending up on all fours. A quick scan of the mat in front of her revealed Fallon's location, and once Mikayla got her boots back underneath her, she lunged across the mat towards the brunette, wanting to keep her on the defensive. After their initial feeling-out, Mikayla was all-in on the match now.

Fallon managed to get her arm inside the headlock, keeping it loose and protecting herself from getting stuck or becoming the victim of any particularly powerful squeezing that Mikayla might try to unleash upon her. Unfortunately, despite being able to keep the headlock loose that way, the arm inside of Mikayla's arms was not enough to slip her head out from the headlock as she took Mikayla down. The blonde went down, and Fallon went down with her. "Uwaah!" the Californian would exclaim sharply, but she would quickly recover, as Mikayla let go of her just before impact.

Fallon got her arms down underneath her just in time, and would do an impromptu somersault, both to keep her head from hitting the mat too hard and to put some distance between herself and Mikayla. As she did, Fallon realized how much she already missed the full-body press she and Mikayla had engaged in, even though it was hardly fifteen seconds since they had been locked in that position.

She would roll up onto all fours facing away from Mikayla. Quickly, she would get up into a crouch, turn around, and lunge at her blonde counterpart, at the same time Mikayla lunged forward for her. They crashed together in a wild tangle, like two mighty jungle cats in a territorial dispute, blonde and brunette hair flying. Fallon would try to get her hands on Mikayla's shoulders, but, instead of pushing forward, would try to let Mikayla come at her, only to redirect the blonde slightly to the side, hoping to use the girl's own momentum to send her down to the mat.

Mikayla's violet eyes found Fallon not a great distance from her before she made her lunge, and she rushed to get over to pin the other woman down with her body and start to get her legs involved in the match in some way. That would definitely get both of them, and the crowd, really going, and might earn Mikayla a few of those so-nice groans that Fallon had uttered the week before when trapped in Mikayla's bodyscissors. Despite these plans, Fallon recovered as quickly as Mikayla did, and the blonde knew that they were about to engage in a collision that was not going to be pretty, but certainly exciting. Without the time to think, her upper body clipped against Fallon's, and her hands shot out to clasp behind Fallon's knee to drag the girl down to the mat with a clean single-leg takedown.

Her hands only slapped against Fallon's thigh as a force additional to her own momentum that must have been Fallon's hands on her shoulders sent her skidding back down towards the mat, her eyes widening in worry that she was going to collide face-first with the canvas. Gritting her teeth, she managed to push off with her knee and land on her hip. On that hip, she skidded for a few feet before her shoulder bumped the bottom rope and slowed her to a stop. "Urgh," Mikayla rumbled, not in pain but in disgruntled relief that her nose hadn't stopped her fall. Peeling her eyes away from a few cameras that took pictures of her while she lay draped on the rope, she swiveled her head back towards Fallon, overlooking the fact that she was in a vulnerable position and should have been getting up instead.

Fallon's maneuver worked out, as Mikayla tried to push into her, putting her hands on Fallon's leg, only to have her momentum turned against her. Fallon would turn to watch as Mikayla went skidding across the ring before eventually landing on the ropes, her shoulder draped over them, her body laying still for a few seconds as she recovered. Fallon knew that she had a big chance to get out to a good lead in this fight.

Getting up onto her feet, the Californian would march over to where her friend was draped over the ropes. Smiling down at Mikayla, Fallon would then reach down with both hands to try to grab onto the other wrestler's luscious golden locks. She wouldn't try to cause any excess pain—and she was definitely careful to stay far away from tearing any of those beautiful blonde roots out—but she would be forceful in giving them a couple of sharp yanks as she would pull Mikayla up onto her feet. "Come on, Mikki," she would mumble to her friend. "Come on, Mikki, get up..."

Once Mikki was up on her feet, Fallon would try to pull the Minnesotan's head back down. She was going to try to stuff Mikayla's head in between her legs, giving it a bit of a squeeze to keep it in place, while she would bring her arms down to encircle Mikayla's midsection, pressing her breasts and hardened nipples into Mikayla's back in the process. Fallon was going to try going for a piledriver to really get this match going and get herself a healthy advantage!

Mikayla's eyes had only just found one of Fallon's legs approaching her when a pair of hands grabbed her hair. Surprising, stinging stabbing followed at the roots of her hair, forcing her eyes shut and bringing her hands up to defend herself. "Aaaah! Aaaagh...", she squealed with Fallon's yanking, cringing as the pain, and need to bring it to an end, forced her up to her feet as Fallon urged her. The pulling and disorientation didn't have her thinking straight, even if she did know that, if she tried to yank back to get away, she would help Fallon pull her blonde hair out, so she left Fallon too free to guide her. Only Mikayla's palms pushed out as a defense. This defense did not help her at all, with one hand landing on Fallon's tight belly and another on her side as Mikayla's head was forced back down towards the canvas.

Only when Mikayla felt her head engulfed by muscle that squeezed at her ears and cheeks did she pop open her eyes, finding herself staring down at the length of Fallon's legs and the Californian's feet planted on the canvas. Instinctively, Mikayla knew this was a bad, bad place to be, especially when she felt Fallon's arms wrap around her midriff and the other woman's breasts warming her back. Mikayla brought her hands up and wrapped them around Fallon's thighs, making the wrong choice for her defense in trying to lift the other woman up by the legs to reverse whatever was coming. It did not work, and a moment later, Mikayla felt her lower body being lifted from the canvas, her feet left to dangle and her head popping out from Fallon's tightening thighs as the other woman used the strength of her entire body to lift Mikayla off of the mat and up off her feet.

Mikayla was only more disoriented without the mat beneath her feet and with the blood rushing to her head, and the previous warm tingling that she had felt changed to more of a fearful one as she anticipated what came next. Not resigning herself to her fate, she flailed out her legs above her, hoping to find Fallon's head somewhere, but one of her thighs only bumped against Fallon's forehead before she started cascading towards the canvas. Her entire upper body, especially her neck and shoulders, collided with the canvas a second later. "Ura-ha!", she screamed out, as pain ignited like her shoulders and head had caught fire, and her body flipped over onto her back. "Unnnn..." She lay there, the pain occupying her mind

Fallon heard Mikayla squealing woundedly as her gorgeous and silky blonde hair was yanked and she was forced up onto her feet. The Californian winced when she heard those cries, as she really was trying to do the pulling as gently as possible while still being forceful enough to compel Mikayla to do as she desired. Well, there was no time to stop and ask Mikayla if she was okay. Fallon wouldn't expect any quarter from her opponent, even though they were friends, and so she would try her hardest, too.

She gathered Mikayla's head and stuffed it between her legs, squeezing it tightly to keep it in place. Then, she would lean down, pressing her breasts against the blonde's back, as she wrapped her arms around Mikayla and tried to heave her upwards. It took a little effort, but she succeeded, successfully foiling any resistance Mikayla had planned. Once she had the blonde up in the air, Fallon would take a couple of steps back, moving closer to the center of the ring as she prepared to drop the Minnesotan. Mikayla's legs started to flail, and Fallon would have to bob her head to keep the dangerously-strong limbs from striking her square in the face. In the end, they did brush her head a couple of times, but Fallon was able to do what she wanted to do. She suddenly dropped down onto her knees, slamming Mikayla's upper body into the canvas, before releasing her and letting her flop limply down onto her back.

Fallon grinned. "Come on, Mikki! Don't make this too easy for me!" she would tease. She would move in, ready to do something more to Mikayla. She knew that going for the facesit now would probably be unsuccessful. The other girl was still very dangerous. And so, Fallon would move to try to grab onto Mikayla's dangerous legs instead. Maybe she could weaken them by pulling Mikayla into a draining figure four leglock!

Mikayla continued to fret over her aching shoulders as she heard Fallon speaking to her. The brunette's voice did rouse her from her momentary pain-induced daze, and she rolled an arm over to compel herself back up at least onto her knees. She knew that the move wasn't going to be devastating to her chances, but being hit by her first piledriver in her first real match had sufficiently stunned her. Internally, a little voice chided her and lit the fire under her again to rouse her back to action, since no single piledriver could possibly take her down, especially not this early in the match.

A grip and pull on her legs further roused her, and Mikayla, teeth clenched, lifted her violet eyes to see Fallon neatly folding her right leg over her left one and trying to snake her own legs between Mikayla's shapely gams. The brunette almost got the figure-four leglock secured, but the moment Mikayla felt her calf bending over her other knee, she retaliated. "No!", she barked, the potent muscles of her legs snapping to action and lashing out to catch Fallon around one of her thighs. With her opponent's thigh trapped between her own, Mikayla turned over roughly, bringing Fallon's leg with her and stretching it out where it connected at the brunette's hip. Mikayla propped up on her hands, turning the thigh scissor into a submission hold as she wrenched Fallon's leg away from the Californian's body as far as she could. "None of that business yet, Fal!", she called to her friend, over her shoulder, as she tried to keep her balance and maintain the improvised hold.

Fallon thought Mikayla was sufficiently stunned that she would be able to put her into the figure four leglock without too much trouble. It only took a few seconds, after all. She smoothly folded one leg over the other, moving her own legs in to catch Mikayla's and start putting some stress on those beautiful limbs! In that split-second timeframe between moving her own legs into position and really locking the hold in, however, Mikayla struck back.

The blonde yelled, and Fallon flinched, and all of a sudden Mikayla's incredible legs swung into action. "Uwaah!?" Fallon cried out, as she felt those strong limbs clamping down around one of her legs. Mikayla turned over onto her front, and then pushed herself up with her hands, pulling Fallon's leg awkwardly, twisting it around somewhat. The brunette would bite her lip to keep from crying out again in pain. She felt her leg be wrenched awkwardly upwards, turned somewhat, pulled at an abnormal angle away from her hip. It might have been a mistake to go after Mikayla's legs. Had she been able to lock on the figure four leglock, Fallon would have had a chance to neutralize her opponent's deadliest weapons. As it was, she found herself captured by them.

"Nhyaaaah...aaah!" Fallon would whimper, her hands pounding the canvas frantically. She would start trying to pull herself in the opposite direction, while, with her free leg, she would lash out, kicking blindly backwards, hoping she might be able to catch Mikayla's side or something and break free. As it was, though, she was in a very bad spot.

Fallon's cry of surprise pleased the Minnesotan as she contorted her body to bend Fallon's leg. If nothing else, during these first few AFW matches that she competed in, she was going to make sure all her opponents, even her knew friend, knew that anything to do with the legs was her territory. Maybe that was a little cocky, but she did want her calling card in the AFW, and for these fans, to be the legs she had so enjoyed using all her life whenever she could experience the enjoyment of wrestling. "Don't mess with the goddess' legs, Fal!", she called out to reinforce that point, having to tease Fallon since the brunette had just been doing the same to her. She pushed up on her toes, trying to urge Fallon's leg a liiiittle farther away from the hip bit by bit and sticking out her tongue in concentration.

Unfortunately, upside down and having to keep her balance as she was, she could not cross her ankles, and so was relying on the strength of her grip on Fallon's thigh to keep hold of her friend. By the sound of it, the hold was doing the trick, as Fallon's cries again made Mikayla's whole body stir, but the Californian was fighting back. Mikayla used her hands to push backwards, holding onto Fallon as the woman attempted to pull away, but Fallon's opposite leg caught her in the back enough not to necessarily hurt her but to break her concentration. Feeling Fallon slipping, the blonde pushed off with both feet, trying to get in one last, rough pull to the side before she spread her legs and rolled away from their lock-up on the ground.