Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

Fallon heard everything Mikayla said, and, she had to admit, the taunting from the blonde was really making her excited. Her face was red from exertion, and in one small way Fallon was thankful for that, as it meant that Mikayla and the audience could not see it get ever so slightly redder in response to all of the Minnesotan's teasing. Even while she was in pain, she was still—sort of—enjoying herself.

She was going to enjoy herself much more when she escaped, though. Mikayla didn't seem to notice Fallon's hand moving, and so the brunette would begin to move the other, as well, inching them both very, very slowly upwards, being as cautious as she possibly could. After a minute or so of that—a minute of additional agony as her back was pulled into a very awkward shape by the camel clutch—they were close enough to escaping for Fallon to make her move.

"Raaaaaaanngh!" she would yell, as she would try to slip both arms out from behind Mikayla's knees and, in one smooth motion, use them to throw herself as far forward as she could towards the ropes. After the lunge, Fallon would reach out desperately, hoping she could grab onto the rope break and force Mikayla to break the hold.

In addition to Mikayla's mind wandering to thoughts of how nice it was going to be to facesit Fallon into submission to back up her earlier, friendly boasting, she had to pay attention to her hands getting sweaty on Fallon's face and divert her attention to again loosening and clasping her hands anew on the other woman's chin. Once she got her hands situated again, biting her lower lip with the effort and pulling Fallon up more roughly once she did get them clasped again, an action that actually helped Fallon slide her arms further down Mikayla's legs. Mikayla continued to barely notice, since her legs were starting to feel the fatigue of squatting so low in the position to tug Fallon's upper body backwards. "Just admit it, the finish will feel better than this, Fal!", she continued, hoping Fallon would soon be so sapped by the submission hold that she would be ripe for the facesit and the finish.

In fact, Fallon was far from spent.

Mikayla's face betrayed her shock as the brunette threw herself forward towards the ropes, her chin still in Mikayla's hands. The blond stumbled a moment, one of her knees meeting the mat as she tried to keep her balance, but she quickly gritted her teeth and rocked backwards violently again, able to slow Fallon just enough that the Californian was still an inch or two from the ropes. "Errrrgh....gruuuuh!", Mikayla grunted out, pushing back on her feet to yank Fallon back farther away from the ropes.

She only managed to pull the incredibly relentless brunette back another inch, and she stared down at Fallon's hands, just knowing they were one more good pull from reaching the ropes. The crowd roared, enamored by the battle of wills, but Mikayla barely heard them. She tried to hold on as desperately as she could, her face showing all the exertion, but she knew that, unless that last lunge totally had Fallon spent, that she was going to break the hold with the next try. Mikayla couldn't help but admit that she knew her friend would reach the ropes, even as roughly as she was pulling her back.

Fallon lunged forward, and, using what strength she could muster while in this debilitating hold. She managed to cross several feet of canvas, getting to the ropes quickly. Excitedly, Fallon reached out for it, hoping that she could get to it and force the rope break which would free her from the camel clutch and give her at least a few seconds to recover. Unfortunately for her, Mikayla pulled back on her chin again just as she reached out. Fallon's fingers fell just a couple inches short of the ropes.

"Gaaaaaaaaagh..." Fallon groaned, as her friend pulled her back as hard as she could, while Fallon was still trying to drag herself forward as hard as she could. It was an exhausting contest of strength, but Fallon had one small advantage: the sweat that was forming on both of their bodies made her a little bit slippery. She would try to use that to her advantage, moving her head back and forth to force Mikayla to readjust her hold. When she did, Fallon would use one arm to push forward as hard as she could, while the other would grasp for the ropes, feeling them brushing against the tips of her fingers. "Come...on!" she growled, as she would make one more push, hoping it was enough to get her hand all the way around the rope and earn herself a brief respite.

There was no doubt that Mikayla had been winning this fight so far. Fallon was nothing if not impressed by her friend's toughness. But she was far from done...

Mikayla focused all her effort on keeping her feet pushing back and on her grip around Fallon's chin as she pulled back to urge her friend away from the ropes, but the same enemy returned, the sweat on their bodies. Fallon knew it, too, because she was shifting around as much as she possibly could to keep Mikayla from holding on. "Noooo...Fal...", she rattled, trying to avoid readjusting but knowing that she would simply let Fallon go for nothing if she didn't keep holding on. With no other choices, she shifted her hands just barely to re-apply them, but instead of Fallon's chin, both of her palms slipped fully over Fallon's mouth for just a moment. In that moment, Mikayla could see Fallon's hand wind around the bottom rope.

The ref, who had been monitoring the situation very closely, looked exhausted from the hold herself as she dove in, gesturing towards the ropes and in Mikayla's face. "Break the hold! Break! She's got the ropes!" Mikayla was not the kind to cheat anyone, least of all her friend who had just earned every second of the respite she got from the rope break, and she wanted to win without any unfair advantage. Without a protest or a hesitation, she lowered Fallon's head, making sure not to drop her onto the mat, and stood up. She voiced her admiration for the escape. "You're almost...too tough...for your own good."

As she stepped away, bringing her hands to her hips and panting to catch her breath after that last struggle, she surveyed the downed brunette, who was captivating even now, glistening with sweat in the arena's lights. She noticed her own body, too, as her nipples had again hardened, this time without the contact of their staredown. Strangely enough, she also felt needy, like she needed the contact of another hold to feel relaxed again. With the short break both of them had, she tried to calm herself down from this state, waiting for Fallon to stand so they could renew their battle and, hopefully, so she could finish what she had started. Seeing Fallon looking so interesting even lying on the ground made her want to secure the facesit even more, it seemed.

"Yeeeesss, Mik..." Fallon would growl as she made her final push, clawing desperately for the ropes, straining forward as Mikayla put everything she had into holding her back. Finally, finally, Fallon managed to reach the ropes. Her palm touched twine, and she would quickly close her fingers around it, incredibly thankful that it wasn't six inches further away. At the same time, Mikayla's hands slipped from Fallon's chin, her sweaty palms closing over the brunette's mouth. Fallon would let out a little surprised noise which was muffled by those same palms.

She could taste Mikayla's sweat on her lips, and on the tip of her tongue. And...actually, she liked it a lot. Fallon had always had a thing for fitness, after all, and that apparently extended to the taste of lightly sweaty skin, or at least lightly sweaty skin belonging to sexy friends of hers.

When the referee came in calling for a rope break, Mikayla had no problem acquiescing to the request. Fallon would let out a sigh of gratitude and relief as she slouched forward, staying down for just a few seconds to catch her breath and recover her composure. This was a very tiring match, and Fallon would have wanted nothing less. After a couple of deep breaths, she would sit up, then grab onto the ropes, before hauling herself all the way back up onto her feet. Once she was standing steady again, she turned to Mikayla.

"Too tough...for you?" Fallon would ask in response to Mikayla's teasing, chuckling a little. "I'm gonna really work you out for that last hold, Mikki! That was demonic! Totally not goddess-like."

Mikayla watched, trying to be impassive and still completely focused on their competition instead of whatever else was on her mind, as Fallon climbed to her feet where she had been left on the ropes. She had a surprisingly difficult time doing so, but there was no more time to concern herself with it. The ref backed away to let the match resume, and Mikayla dropped her arms back down to her sides. Back to the match.

Of course, Fallon had to get a shot in, and Mikayla smirked. "Let's not be ridiculous," she chimed back, totally amused that, after that camel clutch, Fallon was still going to tease her. "Maybe I need to bend you a little more so you won't mix up who's too tough for who! Or I could just get right to the sitting..." She thrust her hip out slightly to add to the friendly jab. And if Fallon was going to insist on calling her a goddess, Mikayla was going to make use of it! "We goddesses can't always be nice, Fal! Sometimes we've gotta be naughty, you know?"

Though she enjoyed their exchange, her smirk shifting into a grin when she asked her rhetorical question, she knew she didn't need to delay. She had just put Fallon through that camel clutch, and she didn't want to lose her momentum. Her hands moved up into a wrestling stance again. "Let's get a move on! You've got a date with this goddess' butt." Following her own advice, she stepped her way towards Fallon carefully before making a sudden rush at her brunette friend, planning to dodge around behind her if she could and wrap her arms around Fallon's midsection.

Fallon took a little while getting to her feet, and wiped the sweat off of her brow with the back of her arm once she was up and facing Mikayla again. Even if she had gotten the worst of their fight so far, she was not going to stop teasing Mikayla. It was too much fun. Besides, Mikayla was certainly going to still be teasing her, and Fallon definitely needed to keep up with her Minnesotan buddy!

Fallon, filled up with energy again as she heard Mikayla's taunts, and she was ready to get going and kick Mikayla's cute butt in retaliation for all of her teasing! "Hey, don't forget, I'm a goddess, too. You may have the heavenliest legs, but I've got the heavenlierest belly. I guess we'll just be seeing who has the most heavenly butt, huh?" She stuck her tongue out at Mikayla and dropped back down into a wrestling stance, feeling totally ready to take the blonde on once again. She moved forward, stomping her boots on the canvas as she approached Mikayla.

The blonde would rush forward before Fallon had a chance to make a move. As Mikayla came in, though, Fallon would make a lunge to grab onto her. As the blonde dodged to the side, Fallon would reach out and grab onto her arms with both hands. Mikayla's movement pulled Fallon along for the ride, and she would spin on her feet, keeping herself and Mikayla face to face. She would try to adjust her grip to be on both of the other wrestler's wrists, and kept them spinning like they were little girls playing ring-around-the-rosey.

[color=#BFBF00]"Weeee!" Fallon squealed, having fun as she felt the air mussing up her hair. She spun around two, three, four times, trying to accelerate rapidly, before letting go, hoping to launch Mikayla into a corner or into the ropes, while she would plant her own feet and put a hand to her head to try to dispell her dizziness.

"Too bad I won't get a close look at yours to find out!", Mikayla had to add, before she went back on the attack. Her success so far had given her confidence, and now, more than at the start of the match, she was going to be sure that she was the one to get Fallon in a facesit and avoid the alternative as best she could. To get started with the rest of her victory, she reached Fallon and went to dodge around her, only to feel Fallon's strong grip take hold of her arms as she went to slip by and let out a gasp in response. Her first reaction was to try to keep moving to shake free, but Fallon's grip on Mikayla's arms was secure, a testament to the Californian's stronger arms.

Yet Mikayla, stubborn as she was, kept trying to loosen herself from Fallon, the lights of the arena spinning around the two of them a few times. It seemed like Fallon was contributing to their spinning, as well, because once Mikayla tried to slow to separate the two of them, Fallon managed to swing the two of them around again, Mikayla was brought along with the brunette's momentum. So she played along, thinking that if she could ever get Fallon's hands off of her arms, she could maybe set the other woman up for a weighty move like the earlier piledriver that she had been the victim of.

No such luck! Fallon let go of Mikayla's arms the moment the blonde didn't think she ever would, and as a result, the blonde skittered aimlessly towards the ropes, disoriented as she launched over to them. Mikayla, still fueled and determined not to let Fallon's spinning get the best of her, bounced off of them again, not nearly as well this time as on her dropkick. With all the confidence in the world, she tore back towards Fallon and spread her arms wide to wrap them around Fallon's midsection, as she had wanted to do before, planning to lift the brunette high enough to slam her back onto the mat with a spinebuster.

But Mikayla realized, just as she started to lift her friend, that it was a terrible idea. The spinning had dizzied her, and Mikayla could only get Fallon lifted high enough that her face was pressing against the brunette's belly before her feet felt like they were about to fly out from under her and send her forward with Fallon. "Hy- aaaah!" Her eyes widened, and she knew that whatever happened from this sudden dramatic tangle, she was probably not going to end up getting the best of it.

Fallon wasn't quite sure what she was going to do once she got a chance to get over to Mikayla. She assumed that the other wrestler would be dizzy, and hoped that she would be either slumped against the turnbuckle or tangled up in the ropes. Fallon, too, had to take a couple of seconds to recover after that incredibly nauseating spin she and Mikayla took.

Suddenly, she felt herself grabbed again, way sooner than she had expected Mikayla would be able to recover. The Minnesotan had evidently bounced off the ropes and just come right back at her, grabbing Fallon before she had a chance to defend herself or try to get away. The Californian would yelp in surprise as she was lifted up, and would wave her arms wildly, bracing herself for impact as Mikayla seemed ready to slam her down onto the mat with devastating force.

But, after a second, Fallon realized that Mikayla was still feeling the effects of their spinning, and had only lifted her high enough to press her face into Fallon's unbeatable belly—contact which made Fallon grunt softly, just once, at how pleasant it was. She felt Mikayla stumble and lean forward, seemingly prepared to tip over and collapse, as she was still too dizzy to effectively finish her move. Well, Fallon would help her out. Fallon would throw all of her weight backwards, as hard as she could, trying to tip Mikayla over front-first! At the same time, she would slip an arm around the other girl's blonde head, trying to hold it in place so that Mikayla's face would be the first thing to hit the canvas!

The familiar tightness of Fallon's abs was the only thing pleasant as Mikayla pitched forward with the other woman in her arms, partially loathing herself and partially trying to think of some way to avoid a potentially bad end in the second or two that she had before she either wrenched her leg the wrong way from trying to stay on her staggering feet or went to the mat face-first either with Fallon still in tow or not. In that time, while she was so overcome by the shock of her mistake and the fumbling of her feet, she didn't react at all, only holding tightly to Fallon. "Yaaaaaa!", she cried out, since all her mind was doing was screaming that she was an idiot, too.

She thought she might have only hit the mat with her chest and belly, but Fallon made sure that was not the case. Mikayla could barely notice Fallon pulling her down with more urgency to the mat, but she definitely noticed the woman's arm winding tightly around her head to hold her in place. With her head trapped, Mikayla could only look on in horror as the mat neared, and she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't like the helpless feeling, and she clung to Fallon's midsection harder.

Then the side of her face, the cheek, mouth, and the side of her nose, all flattened into the canvas, and Mikayla let loose a yelp of pain, as broken as she thought her face must have been. Her body crashed soon after her head, and Mikayla lay limply with her arms still half-wound around Fallon, her legs sprawled out behind her, and her hair spilling over Fallon's arm and belly as her face remain pressed to the canvas where it had connected. "Uhhhhahhhh..." Her cheek hurt, her jaw hurt, her nose hurt, she had bitten her gums lightly with the impact, and for the moment, she didn't know where she was, especially wedged against Fallon's side, with little twinkles of light set against her closed eyelids.