Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

Mikayla had been almost completely still on the mat, only wiggling a little bit as Fallon slammed her fist into her stomach. After that blow connected, that changed. Mikayla still didn't seem to be in very much of a fighting shape, as she was now moving wildly, her whole body flailing and writhing, her hands clutching at her stomach as she cried out in pain.

Fallon frowned, upset by just how much Mikayla seemed to be hurting. She had been hoping that she might be able to finish this match off without torturing her friend too much. But it had to be done if she wanted to claim the victory here tonight, and earn the right to choose where the two of them would go on their date—and enjoy the great food their on Mikayla's dime!

Fallon seemed to be in a perfect position to do that, as she threw one leg over her opponent's body, straddling her up on her knees. Right now, she was seated on Mikayla's chest, her butt squashing the blonde girl's boobs, but she would soon begin to scoot back, ready to plant her rear end right on the Minnesotan's face to finish her off.

Before she could scoot very far, Mikayla's arms caught her, keeping her from scooting back any further. "Aww, come on..." Fallon would groan, frustrated by this seemingly desperate act of last resistance. She would try to push back, and force Mikayla to give way, but the blonde's pushing counteracted Fallon's every effort, and kept her from sliding into the facesit. Fallon wasn't in a good position to push against her foe. She would push her butt further back, giving herself better leverage to push. As she did, she leaned forward with her upper body, her head bending towards Mikayla's strong legs...

When Mikayla felt her friend's butt drop down onto her chest, mashing her boobs together under the weight, she knew that she didn't have long to come up with any kind of plan to change her fortunes before she was met with the end of the match, literally and figuratively. She tried not to look at Fallon's butt and get any of the previous thoughts on her mind as she threw up her arms in defense, trying to come up with any plan at all that she could to occupy her mind. Really, her only option was to hope that Fallon was the one who put herself in position for Mikayla to strike back, and that Mikayla did not have her fate in the match in her own hands was worrying. But she pushed against the small of her friend's back, watching out of the corner of her eye, waiting for Fallon's head just to dip down a few inches... just a few inches...

It started happening. Mikayla felt Fallon's butt roll further up her chest, pushing her breasts nearly up to her neck, and at the same time, Fallon began dipping her head. The blonde rolled her head over to the side to watch Fallon's head moving into position for her legs for what felt like an eternity but was probably only two or three seconds, and Mikayla's heart began pounding in eagerness as she spread her legs slightly and stealthily to be able fit Fallon's head between the two of them...

She threw her lower body and legs up, her powerful gams slapping against Fallon's cheeks just above her knees and slamming shut like a bear trap around the Californian's head. Once Mikayla could feel the warmth of Fallon's head between them, she crossed her ankles towards the ceiling and pulled down to drag Fallon's head down in the direction of the mat. Once she had her own body straightened, she cranked up the pressure on her legs, the soft flesh bulging with muscle as her thighs tightened on the brunette's head. She might have a chance here again...she just might. Panting, she squeezed, her hands resting against the small of her friend's back and thoughtlessly stroking across it.

Fallon wasn't thinking about the location of her head. She was totally focused on her lower body, and trying to move it backwards so that she could bury Mikayla's pretty face underneath it. The blonde looked exhausted, and Fallon wasn't expecting her to fight back. Even though Mikayla was conscious, she had just been nearly choked out, and a belly punch had taken a lot of the air she might have recovered out of her lungs. Fallon knew Mikayla would recover, given time, but she thought that it would take...considerably longer.

As it turned out, Mikayla recovered quickly. With the excitement and importance of this match, of course the blonde would recover faster. Fallon should have realized that. And she even had a chance to pull her head out of the danger zone right as Mikayla began to move her legs. Fallon saw that initial twitch as they began to move, before they were close enough to coil around her head. But she ignored it for the time being. She felt herself successfully pushing Mikayla's hands back with her butt, inching closer and closer to the blonde's face. She focused on that.

It was not until she felt the soft but toned flesh of Mikayla's legs against her face that she truly realized the trouble she was in. Fallon cried out, and her arms would immediately move to Mikayla's legs to try to pry them away from her head. "Kaaaaaahh!!" But, even after being damaged by the Boston Crab, those legs were absolutely deadly. Fallon gasped and croaked as she fell over onto her side next to Mikayla. Her ass had been just inches away from her friend's face, but now all that effort was for naught.

...except that maybe it wasn't. Fallon had one idea, and, seeing as how she was currently getting her head crushed by Mikayla's legs, it made sense why that one idea would be the only one on her mind.

"Nnnnnrgh!" she groaned, as she kept struggling in the headscissors. As she did, however, she would make a desperate bid to keep herself from being totally dominated. She would open her own legs and slide one underneath Mikayla's head. Then, quickly, Fallon would try to bring the other down on the top of the blonde's neck, putting her in a headscissors of her own. Fallon would start trying to crush Mikayla's head, squeezing as hard as she could, while she would keep on pulling on the other wrestler's legs with her arms, hoping to get a bit of a respite, but knowing those hopes would be fruitless.

This was going to work, somehow, some way.

Mikayla dedicated all of her remaining energy to holding Fallon's head between her lower thighs and squeezing her brunette head. The cry that Fallon gave in response to Mikayla's legs suddenly snapping shut around her head helped urge the blonde to find a reserve of strength that she might not have otherwise had, as she saw a chance to claim this win over her friend even after Fallon had given her a thorough work-over for what seemed like the last forever of the match. She clenched her teeth in concentration, making sure that her legs barely budged as Fallon pushed against them and that her ankles remained firmly locked together on the opposite side of Fallon's ravaged skull. Even holding onto the headscissors was trying, but Mikayla panted and dealt with it as she and Fallon rolled nearly beside each other as one fought to escape the headscissors and one fought to maintain it. Mikayla could do this...she could see the end, if she could just hold on.

It would be easier to hold on if she could get Fallon's head wedged deeper into her thighs, where holding to the brunette's head would be easier and the squeezing would be more devastating in the thicker muscles of her upper thighs. Straining to keep Fallon's head just above her knees would not have the same effect, just like it never had in the training sessions that felt like they were so far in the past now.

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Mikayla peered down towards Fallon's head, moving her hands down from where they had been protecting her head, which she now assumed to be safe. She tilted her body slightly to be able to get a hand down on Fallon's head and pull it up against her crotch, but as she started to move, she felt a warm, sweaty thigh slide under the back of her head. "N- no!" Her eyes shot wide, and before she could bring her hand back up in defense, the other leg joined it, wrapping over the top of her head, which she was forced to turn towards Fallon's butt to avoid having her jaw broken. She simply stared fearfully at Fallon's denim-clad ass, which was much closer than Fallon was to Mikayla's own ass, for the moment before Fallon started squeezing, the Californian's own legs plenty strong to make Mikayla cry out at the pressure that engulfed her. "Nnnugh! Aaagh!" She brought her hands up to pull at Fallon's powerful thigh, ultimately accomplishing nothing but discovering how toned the brunette's own thighs were. Inadvertently, as she wrenched her body as she was crushed, she shifted her legs, nearly losing her grip on Fallon's head but managing to clamp down on it at the last second, higher on Fallon's head.

She was more concerned about the crushing that she was experiencing more than the one she was giving, though, and her body was too, as her desperation and the feel of Fallon's legs around her head made her start to tingle in pleasure again. "Nnngnnnn..." That all she could see was her friend's ass did not help, but she had worse matters to attend to... Her face in this position too, as Fallon squeezed her and mashed her cheeks together, was reddening, and her already light head was starting to feel the horrors of drowsiness again. Between the heat of Fallon's thighs against her face and the squeezing against her neck, she was starting to feel like she was going to pass into sleep as she had in the chokehold.

This feeling made her panic, slapping desperately against Fallon's thighs with loud claps against the muscle, and in a frantic moment, her legs came free from Fallon's head. She barely even cared or noticed, as she rolled to try to free herself to no avail. Her head didn't even budge, simply remained crushed between her friend's thighs. Again, she felt hopeless, and neither she nor her body could stand it. "Hynnnn...no...", she whined, uncharacteristically, as her hands continued to drag up and down Fallon's thighs.

Fallon was getting desperate. Her head might not have been caught by the thicker, stronger upper thighs of Mikayla, but the blonde's lower thighs were still almost unbelievably powerful, and they were going to be more than enough to choke the brunette out. She cursed internally, wishing she had a chance to do over these last few seconds. She didn't need to lean that far forward. She had Mikayla right where she wanted her. Now, she had fallen off the blonde, and all of the air in her lungs was being drained out of her. Her face got redder and redder.

She was desperate, and light-headed. The headscissors was all she could think about, and that fact decided her plan of action going forward. She knew that she could focus on locking in a headscissors of her own on Mikayla. She had to squeeze as hard as she could, as hard as Mikayla was squeezing her, or at least close to it. It was her only shot, now...her only shot.

When she felt Mikayla's hand grab onto her brown hair to begin pulling her face up closer to Mikayla's beautiful, perfectly rounded ass, she knew she had to act. Luckily, one leg managed to sneak its way under Mikayla's head, propping it up. Fallon's other leg came down with a clap on top of Mikayla's head, and she started squeezing with all her might. The despairing, shocked cry that came from Mikayla let her know that her strategy was at least somewhat effective.

"Ggrrrrgh...mmmmnnnph..." Fallon would groan, as she exerted as much energy as she could while also being trapped in Mikayla's headscissor hold. The blonde adjusted her position to capture Fallon's head with her upper thighs, now, and Fallon got a nice, up close look at Mikayla's ass. Her hands would grab onto it, mostly inadvertently, pushing and slapping, trying to force the blonde to let go. They both had devastating holds locked onto each other, now, and both were fading fast. It was a race, and Fallon was starting to get desperate, as the whole arena spun and the lights pulsed in a way that let her know how little time she had.

But then, Mikayla's legs stopped squeezing, and fell down to the canvas. Spurred on by her sudden freedom, Fallon would let out a yell as she would double down, trying to crush Mikayla's head between her thighs by putting everything she had into the scissor hold, while her hands would try to pin the Minnesotan's legs down onto the mat.

Mikayla's mind was awash with thoughts and sensations that she could not focus on with Fallon's thighs squashing her head and robbing her of the blood she needed to think straight. She didn't know what to think anymore; she felt powerless, her head felt like it was going to explode, her hands worked only to search for some weak point in Fallon's legs that didn't exist, what little of the arena that Mikayla could see over Fallon's ass was becoming a blur of light and dark figures, and, what was worse, her body was telling her with its throbbing that she was enjoying everything that she was experiencing. Her confusion and rolling emotions made her back twitch and arch when she suddenly felt Fallon's hands all over her ass near her throbbing crotch, and her entire body tensed up, overwhelmed. "Mmmmmnnnn! Nnnnagh...nnn..." This time, her body did not calm, and Mikayla's panic turned into something close to delirium, her hands wildly grabbing at the back of Fallon's thighs and her legs coming loose from her friend's head to kick against the mat.

Then, the squeezing became even more excruciating as Fallon's legs bore down on Mikayla's head even more tightly, forcing Mikayla to still again and hold on to try and withstand it. "Eeeeeuuuuurrruuuugh!", she screeched, through lips forcibly pooched and cheeks mashed towards them from the pressure of Fallon's thighs. Blackness shot across her violet eyes, and her thrashing slowed purely because Mikayla could do nothing but try to withstand the pain.

But, as the same sense of euphoria from lack of blood flow took hold as it had with the chokehold, she knew that she wasn't going to be able to withstand it.

That was the last negative thought she had, as her mind slowed and her eyes started to dim and lower, only taking in the image of Fallon's ass flexing in front of her face. The blonde, urged on by the high that her mind created to calm her body, ran her hands up Fallon's thighs to her friend's ass, her hands settling on the tight muscles of the Californian's glutes hidden beneath her denim shorts. The sensation of it against her hands gave her some sense of warmth, comfort, and sensual intimacy that gave her a longing for...something that came in bright pictures cast against the arena lights, but was nondescript. The hallucination made Mikayla feel strangely peaceful, her face neutral despite her beet-red face and the gargles coming faintly from her throat. That thought stayed with her as her arms again faltered and fell down at the sides of Fallon's hips, the blonde again at the edge of unconsciousness.

Fallon would grab onto Mikayla's legs and push them down as hard as she could, unwilling to let those deadly limbs capture her again. She knew that she wouldn't last very long if her head got caught between them a second time. She couldn't believe the break that she had gotten when Mikayla's legs had come free from around her head. It was only a momentary lapse on the blonde's part, but it had made all the difference in this match, or at least Fallon believed it had. She had strong legs, but she did not feel too confident about racing against Mikayla to knock each other out in a mutual headscissors.

But now, she had Mikayla. She squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, crushing her friend's blonde head in between them. She squeezed harder, harder, growling and almost yelling as she did. She could feel Mikayla beginning to weaken, and her struggles became less and less significant.

Mikayla's hands stopped prying at her legs and slid slowly upwards to grope Fallon's ass. The brunette would inhale sharply as she felt the hands on her rear end, and blushed a little as they stayed there for a while, cupping her butt cheeks, rubbing them through the denim shorts she wore. At this point, she knew Mikayla had to be almost unconscious, and she really wasn't sure what that sort of touch meant, if it meant anything at all.

Finally, Mikayla's body started to go still, and those hands fell away from Fallon's ass and fell to the canvas.

When that happened, Fallon would wait a second, then release her headscissors, allowing Mikayla the opportunity to breathe again. She wouldn't give her friend very long, however. She remembered what had happened the last time. This time, she was ending it decisively, and quickly. Fallon would roll them over again, Mikayla on her back, with Fallon seated on top of her. Fallon bounced once, lightly, on Mikayla's chest to see what sort of reaction she got. "This...is it, Mikki," she would say. "Now it's time for you...to give me a kiss on the cheek, heh heh."

With that joke, Fallon would scoot back, trying to completely bury Mikayla's face underneath her denim-clad ass.

As Mikayla's arms fell to the mat, motionless, the blonde slid contentedly and unaware into only a flutter of unconsciousness, nothing in her mind but a momentary, enjoyable dream of a figure in the same bikini and denim shorts as Fallon and a strong, alluring scent. So far as Mikayla knew, as her eyelids fell shut, she was in bliss. The dream went no further, only having a brief second before Fallon released Mikayla from her head-crushing thighs. Blood rushed back to Mikayla's head, and the blonde did wake up, even if no one would have known it. She did not stir in the slightest, neither in her body nor in her expression, and she still thought herself in the comfort of the dream Fallon save for the noise of the crowd ringing in her skull. When she felt her body being moved and a weight lowering onto her chest, she only cracked her eyes open ever so slightly, and when she saw Fallon, she assumed all was fine.

The bounce on her chest made Mikayla give out a quiet cough that further roused her, bringing her to the realization that she was not in the safety of her dream world with Fallon, but...somewhere...else entirely. Her blank expression briefly shifted to one of confusion and concern, and her eyes cracked open a little further, blinded by the arena lights as they tried to adjust. Instantly, they were blinded, and Mikayla's entire face became engulfed by darkness and crushed under the smell of sweaty denim and a woman's intoxicating scent. "Hhhhhmmmmm," came her muffled, pitiful whine, as she remembered exactly where she was and what was happening to her.

Fallon had gotten Mikayla exactly where she said she would get her, underneath her ass and buried so deep, to the point that her nose and mouth could find no air as they were wedged between Fallon's buttocks, that she might as well been making out with it. Mikayla's body could have lit aflame in pleasure at the realization of Fallon's dominance over her and at her own, breathless plight, and she could think about nothing but how incredible it was to be so intimate with her friend's ass and how badly she wished the contact would be taken a step further.

"Mmmmpf...", she again meekly moaned, barely able to be heard, as she searched for a breath that barely came. What she did suck in was filled with nothing but Fallon's scent again. Again, Mikayla felt herself starting to fade, but this time, she did not panic, the euphoria beginning to settle in again, more rapidly this time. The logical part of her mind knew that all it would take to bring this to an end was to tap out and accept her defeat with her consciousness still intact, but with the way she felt, getting her face out of Fallon's shapely, smothering ass was the farthest thing from her mind. The only action the blond took was to bring her hands up gingerly, clasping them lightly and submissively around Fallon's bare upper legs and making slow squeezes, in some fit of sensual curiosity about the strength in Fallon's legs that could have easily been interpreted as feeble attempts to escape, as she slipped away underneath her friend.

Fallon could have no idea what was going on in Mikayla's mind as she slipped towards unconsciousness, was unceremoniously jerked back into the realm of the awake by Fallon's gentle bounce on her chest, and then was buried underneath Fallon's ass and sent back down the road towards her dream world. The brunette could only focus on winning the match, and, right now, she knew that she finally, finally had it. It had been an incredible match. It had gone back and forth. Even Fallon herself couldn't be sure of her victory until the absolute last possible moment. She could only hope that Mikayla had enjoyed it as much as she had.

Fallon situated herself, putting all of her weight on Mikayla's face, letting gravity create a near-vacuum seal to trap the blonde's nose and mouth inside that hot denim prison. Any breath she did manage to take would be filled with the sweaty scent of Fallon's lower regions, and the brunette would giggle, rubbing her ass slowly back and forth across Mikayla's face to emphasize her dominance over her friend.

"Mmm...you're a good kisser, Mikki..." Fallon would moan teasingly, biting her lip a little bit as she felt herself getting excited. Just her luck that the one time her old bikini-only costume would have been the most useful, she had decided to add the denim shorts. If there was nothing but her tiny little tiger bikini separating her ass from Mikayla's face...

Well, there was nothing she could do about that now. All she had to do was wait for Mikayla to tap out. She felt the blonde's hands grab her legs, squeezing them gently, trying to escape. Fallon smirked. It was incredible how strong Mikayla's will was and how far she was willing to go to try to win, but her position was hopeless now. Fallon kept her butt planted squarely on Mikayla's face, rubbing it all over her features slowly, waiting for the tap. Mikayla held out for a long time, though. Fallon kept on waiting. She still felt Mikayla's hands squeezing her thighs. Once they stopped...well, at that point Fallon was sure victory would be hers.

Mikayla's muffled mouth rolled with quiet moans of lust that could have just as easily sounded like those of despair or pain as Fallon rocked on her face, forcing Mikayla to feel even more dominated and out of control of the situation and working her nose deeper into her friend's ass to further cut her breathing. "Mmmp....mmmph....mmmmnnn...mmm..." The rest of her body practically ached for more stimulation, logic and any amount of worry still cast aside in favor of arousal and the concept of tapping out completely lost to her even as the seconds ticked by. Her obsession grew as her hold on consciousness slipped further, oxygen coming in very small windows now, when Fallon slid her ass at just the right angle for Mikayla to grasp a touch of air before rolling back over Mikayla's nose and leaving the blonde to smell nothing but Fallon's scent.

Her hands faltered slightly on their grip at Fallon's thighs and ended up only cupped lovingly around them, as if the pair of them were cuddling instead of engaged in a show of dominance and submission. There they remained for several more seconds, while Fallon continued grinding her ass back and forth, but Mikayla's slow fade reached a point where her head, again, was filled more with a melody of sweet images and scents than with reality. The hands on Fallon's thighs slipped to only a couple of fingers, then slid from her friend's legs completely to drop down to the canvas. "Mm..." Mikayla only felt Fallon's ass against her tingling face for a moment after, before she slipped into a pleasurable dream of the brunette that, this time, would last.