Last Woman Standing! Shiera vs Femie

"Ough!" Shiera was gutted by Femie's knee before she could whip the girl to the ropes, and ended up being the one tossed to the edge of the ring instead by her opponent.

The transition was rather quick that she didn't really get to deal with the pain on her midsection or her flight to the ropes properly. The raven haired girl still managed to turn around so her back would hit the ropes, allowing her to propel herself towards Femie. She stumbled her steps, but would attempt to lash an arm for a sloppy clothesline aimed at the monocle girl's chest even if she couldn't really muster enough strength to floor her.

Though the knee to the gut was a bit rougher than they had been so far, Femie wasn't looking to rough up Shiera too bad. a little tummy ache wasn't too bad, really. The Belgian had much more delicious ideas in mind.

As Shiera bounced back from the whip, Femie ducked under the awkward clothesline and grabbed for Shiera's skirt as she passed by. Femie would then try and turn in time and drop to her knees to yank the skirt down around Shiera's ankles and leave her panties exposed to the world while she, hopefully, tripped and flopped onto her face.

Femie dodged her clothesline, unsurprisingly, but that wasn't the end of it. The girl grabbed the skirt of Shiera as well and pulled it down, sending the raven haired schoolgirl crashing onto the mat face first! She grunted while holding her face, her figure rolling slightly on the ground as she felt slightly dazed. The realization that her pantie had been exposed hadn't hit her yet, but the crowds' reaction told her that something was up...

"Ooowieee..."

"Ohoho!"

Femie chortled as Shiera hit the deck. As the girl writhed around, the Belgian finished her stripping and yanked the skirt the rest of the way off. She held it up in the air and waved it above her head as the crowd began to hoot and cheer.

While she did that, Femie leaned forward and mashed her palm into one of Shiera's butt cheeks, giving the rump a good squeeze. "This time I won't waste half of my ten seconds undressing you, ma chere." Femie teased as she sensually massaged Shiera's rear.

If the school girl didn't notice that...

Someone was pulling her skirt! Shiera could tell that much, and that laugh clearly hinted her who was the culprit. She wriggled on the ground to try getting away from Femie, but the girl was already grabbed her rear side in no time.

"H-hey!" the raven haired girl protested. "W-what are you doing...?"

With her senses now returning, Shiera would attempt to crawl away to the ropes before Femie could really capitalize on her still disrupted state. Could she do it?

"Ohoho! I think you know exactly what i am doing, ma chere!" Femie teased, giving Shiera's butt a playful grope. She then began to rub it a bit, iuntending to get down to some real business when Shiera began to try and crawl away.

Femie laughed heartily once more and as Shiera began to inch away, Femie hooked her fingers around Shiera's panties and watched to see if the girl might actually crawl right out of them!

"Oh my! Qu'est-ce que l'audace!?" She proclaimed in one of her native tongues.

"Uhh..." Femie's groping on her butt only further unsettled Shiera, who'd then decide that she's best get away from the girl as soon as possible... only to be held on her place as the girl then grabbed her pantie! "Iyaahh...?!" she yelped. "N-no! Not that!" she protested, her movement stopped just as soon it started.

This was quite a dilemma now. If she went for the ropes, than her pantie would be tugged down for sure, and she'd have to spend the whole match with just her unbuttoned shirt, tie, and her bra, while Femie was still fully covered. While that gave her an idea of what she might do when she had her opponent serving her penalty time, she needed to turn around this situation first!

"I-I don't understand what you're saying!" was what came out of her mouth instead.

"Oh, Mon Dieu!"

Femie said as she heard Shiera's words. "I said you're quite the audacious one!" She corrected. While Shiera seemed paralyzed with what to do, Femie was on point. She slipped her hand off of Shiera's rear and reached to grab her leg. The Belgian swung her own legs around and looked to coil them around Shiera's so she could try and put the girl in an ankle lock.

Not too tight, but enough to cause distress to the increasingly declothed schoolgirl.

"Gyah!" Shiera yelped as Femie used her confusion to catch her leg to prevent her from escaping in a proper manner. "T-that's cheating!" she whined while grimacing.

It wasn't the most painful hold she ever received, but it's certainly straining her to an extend. Shiera knew that she's only have a couple of seconds to get out of this or get the penalty, but it didn't seem like she could free herself from this one quickly! The raven haired schoolgirl would squirm and try to pull her leg out, but her efforts were futile in the end as the ref interrupted them again.

"A-again?!" Shiera was startled at how quickly those seconds passed. "Uuu..."

"Ohoho! It's most certainly not, ma chere!" Femie chortled as she wrenched the ankle just a bit to keep Shiera locked in place. That was until the ref called them to break. "Let's heat you up a bit, Ma chere..." Femie cooed as she looked hungrily at Shiera.

She grabbed the girl's lead and spread it. Femie then stepped between the legs and descended so that their thinly covered sexes kissed behind their panties. "Oho..."

Femie would start gyrating her hips expertly and grind their sexes together in a tribbing motion, trying to stir up the schoolgirl's loins.