SS 15 Softcore Tournament Round 1: Irene Inger Vs. Lady Lakota

Irene didn't give Janet a verbal reply this time. Instead, she just smirked and stuck her tongue out at the woman, happy to play the role of a naughty girl who couldn't be made to act with decency. She was already meek enough in her usual college environment, and this was where she came to let her wild side out. Janet, however, was up to the task of taming her. Irene gave a yelp of pain when her rear struck the canvas, an embarrassed blush filling up her cheeks as the crowd cheered and jeered Irene for missing her mark. Grumbling angrily, Irene tried to push herself away from the ropes when Janet's foot bludgeoned her back with a thud, pushing her back up against the ropes as though they were the bars of a cage.

Moaning with pain, the girl considered her options. If Irene had gotten Janet into this position, she would've tried to capitalize on Janet's positioning, by tying her up in the ropes to embarrass her in front of the fans, or use them for leverage in a hold of some kind. Eager to avoid the same predicament, Irene laid herself out on the canvas and tried to scoot herself under the ropes, hoping to escape the ring long enough to reorient herself. It wasn't an especially mean tactic, but an annoying one that Janet wouldn't appreciate.

Janet did get the sense that Irene was more...impish and naughty than she was wicked, but that didn't change Janet's opinion on the girl's dirty tactics. If she tried to use any more, Janet intended to teach her just how poor an idea that truly would be.

Janet had managed to escape Irene's attack, avoiding the assault of the smaller girl and perhaps shifting the momentum of this match slightly. Irene was an energetic girl, and she knew her physical faults and how to compensate for them. She was doing everything right, and Janet suspected that her opponent was intelligent enough to continue doing everything right. It would be up to the Lakota, then, to counter what Irene did, and to, in the absence of any obvious mistakes made by her opponent, use her own smarts to win the day.

Janet kicked Irene in the back, forcing the girl up against the ropes and into a difficult predicament. She could not quickly use her limbs to fight back against Janet, as the Lakota was behind her and her limbs had to be extricated from the ropes. Janet prepared to drop down behind Irene and put her in a sleeper hold. That would effectively immobilize the girl, and would hopefully be somewhat embarrassing for her, as well. But, when Janet fell to her knees, Irene fell down onto her back, and then rolled out of the ring.

"Get back in here!" Janet would insist, standing up and glaring down at her escaped opponent.

Irene wasn't in any rush, content to make faces at the irate girl in the ring as she slowly backed up and sat on the dividing wall between her and the fans as the ref started counting her out. Since this was a smother match, the ref would probably be reluctant to disqualify her anyway, and counted slowly giving the disrespectful college girl plenty of time to tease her opponent.

The noise of the fans right behind her, some cheering, some booing, and some trying to ask her out, didn't bother her...until a wandering hand reached around from behind and cupped one of her breasts. Somebody in the crowd had decided to seize the rare opportunity to get a “hands on experience” with one of the wrestlers. Reacting quickly and furiously, Irene swiveled around on the dividing wall and nailed her secret admirer with a piercing slap to the face that echoed loudly enough to be heard by Janet in the ring. After that, Irene realized that she really wanted to get back to her illustrious opponent in the ring, so Irene charged under the lower rope to face her.

“Don't you laugh,” Irene cautioned her, before suddenly locking up with Janet and aiming for her gut with a knee strike, to set her up for other moves that would surely be more exciting.

Janet crossed her arms over her chest and waited. She waited quite a long time for Irene, standing still as the girl just sat there outside of the ring, letting the referee count for quite a long time. This girl was starting to really frustrate Janet, now having completely boiled away any of the goodwill that Janet had had towards her at the beginning of the match. Now, all that was left was the murky, disgusting thing which was the girl's true nature, and the Lakota wrestler didn't like it. She intended to defeat Irene quickly and decisively to teach her at least some small amount of respect.

Janet didn't enjoy seeing Irene's little altercation in the crowd. The girl probably deserved something for all of the trouble she was causing, but Janet was not going to smile or laugh at something like that. At least the incident spurred Irene to get back into the ring. Janet sighed as the girl stomped forward to face her. She would put her arms out as Irene came in, and the girl wasted no time in launching a knee at Janet's stomach.

The Lakota could not help but let it hit, and she groaned and folded up a little when it did. She wobbled slightly on her legs. Even when one braced herself, that sort of blow hurt. But Janet was not going to let Irene get away with it without punishment. The Lakota would quickly move her arms down, and try to hook them underneath Irene's knee. She would then pull upwards on her opponent's leg and throw her own weight forward, trying to push irene down onto her back and land on top of her, still with a hold on the college girl's leg!

Irene could tell from the look on Janet's face, not to mention her body language, that the girl's patience had been exhausted by Irene's unscrupulous fighting decisions. Although she couldn't bring herself to admit it, Irene was really sad that she had managed to make one of her idols hate her. Maybe she could make amends to the Lakota somehow, but right now, the match needed to continue to its end.

Janet had an iron constitution, and managed enough strength to bowl Irene over despite the strike that her gut had just taken. Irene yelped and hit the canvas, on her back with Janet hunched over her. She was stunned for the moment, dazed by the impact. Whatever Janet wanted to do with her hold on Irene's leg, the opportunity to follow up was all hers.

The knee to the gut hurt, and the Lakota had some trouble with her breathing and with making sure that she was not about to fold up and go down on her ass. But she had suffered far worse many a time before. Irene was surprisingly strong, considering her build and her overall size, but Janet knew that she herself was the stronger of the two of them. And, now that she had Irene down on her back, with one of her legs captured, it was time to do something to prove that.

The Lakota would quickly try to spin herself around to take a seat on Irene's midsection, while still keeping both of her arms wrapped around her opponent's thin, toned leg. She would lean back and pull on that leg, starting to stretch Irene out, making her practically do the splits with one leg being pulled towards her head while the other remained down on the canvas. At the same time, the Lakota would bounce a little on her opponent's stomach, trying to force the air out of her lungs.

"So...how are you doing down there?" Janet would ask, wanting to hear how Irene would respond.

Janet didn't wait for a welcome, and quickly took a seat on Irene's stomach. Leaning back with one of Irene's legs didn't hurt her too much, since she was flexible, but it was an exhausting position to be in. It was hard to breathe, especially once Janet started bouncing on her. Maybe that was all the Lakota wanted: to make Irene short of breath. Still, she didn't plan on letting the girl stay on top of her for long.

“G-get...off,” Irene groaned, unwilling to say more since she was low on oxygen as it was. Her captured leg wasn't going to be any help, with both Janet's arms easily able to keep a good hold on it, but the rest of her limbs were still free. With that in mind, Irene wrapped both her arms around Janet's waist, while her leg on the canvas braced itself. Suddenly, Irene lurched to the side, pushing with her leg and pulling Janet to the side with her arms in an effort to make the both of them collapse. Hopefully it would be enough to get Janet off of her.

Irene was clearly a flexible girl, as Janet might have suspected when they first started fighting. Her opponent was lithe and thin, and she was young, probably younger than Janet herself. When Janet leaned back and pulled on one of the girl's legs while weighing the other one down, it didn't seem to discomfort the girl so much. Janet pulled back hard on that leg until it was bending in almost exactly the opposite direction of the other, but she knew that it wasn't enough. But she figured that bouncing on Irene's stomach might help some.

Janet would keep on bouncing on her smaller foe, putting all of her weight on Irene's stomach with each bounce as she would try to force as much air as she could out of her opponent. Irene wanted her to get off, but that was not going to happen anytime soon. "So that you can try to gouge my eyes out or something? Sorry, but that's not going to happen," Janet would say, taking a jab at those despicable tactics that had been frustrating her so much this match.

Irene, however, was not giving up, even while low on oxygen, as she would wrap her arms around Janet's waist and then push up suddenly with her leg, throwing Janet over to the side. Once again, Irene's strength seemed to far outstrip what that small body should be able to produce! Janet would grunt as she hit the canvas, and she would quickly roll over onto her feet in a squat, yanking on Irene's leg as she would try to keep it captured and drag the girl back towards her.

With Janet removed from her perch on Irene's stomach, the coed took deep breaths to refill her lungs. Unfortunately for her, Lady Lakota refused to let Irene go, and kept a tight grip on one of her legs as she picked herself up. Irene groaned irritably as Janet tugged on the captured limb, scooting Irene's body along the ground as she was reeled in on her back.

“Don't make me mess up that beautiful face of yours,” Irene said, but she knew Janet wasn't going to let her go unless she was forced to. With her free leg, Irene would aim to thrust her foot into Janet's face, using the ball of her foot to hopefully nail Janet hard between the eyes. Unless her opponent found a way to reign her in, she would repeat the kicks until Janet released her. If she could get free, Irene would aim to crawl toward the ropes behind her, and use them to drag herself back onto her feet.

Irene may have managed to achieve the rather unlikely feat of toppling Janet and freeing herself from underneath the Lakota—Janet was still impressed that Irene was able to make such a physical impression at her slight size—but Janet was still fresher, and she was still bigger, and she still had control of one of Irene's legs. She dragged that leg along with her as she rolled and then got up onto her feet, pulling Irene across the canvas on her butt, hoping to take control again, this time for good. Her opponent did not seem to be very keen on that notion, however, because as Janet pulled her across the canvas on her rump, Irene fought back, using her free leg to launch kicks at Janet's face, once again demonstrating her resolve to win no matter what tricks she had to pull—or what impression she left on her opponent.

Irene's first kick did not hit Janet square between the eyes. It missed that mark by a couple of inches, but it did graze the Native American wrestler's left cheek, leaving a red mark and managing to get at least a sharp intake of breath from Lady Lakota. Her second kick would hit Janet in the mouth, and that was enough to make the former champion decide that hanging on would be more trouble than it was worth. She was stunned, slightly, by the kicks, and as she released Irene's leg, the third kick hit her in her cheek bone, again on the left side, and when it did Janet would groan and back up a few steps. She could feel a bruise forming there, on her left cheek, and she could taste some blood in her mouth.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. She took a couple of deep breaths, relaxed her muscles, then flexed them again. She opened her eyes and looked to Irene. She was getting seriously annoyed with this girl. As Irene dragged herself onto her feet, Janet decided to take those extra few seconds to recover from those daze-inducing kicks rather than trying to force an attack. She wanted to see what Irene would do now. "Seriously..."