Softcore Tournament Semifinals: Alyssa Blank Vs. Lady Lakota

Janet was trying to find something that she could do that was more than just copying Alyssa. Jerking her opponent's head around by her nose did not seem to have much effect, though it did seem that she had successfully managed to plug up the black-haired wrestler's nostrils, so with any luck Alyssa was not going to do any better than she was in figuring out how to breathe in this sort of face to face position.

Unfortunately, Alyssa was doing a better job of figuring out how to force Janet to lose oxygen. The Erotic Terrorist had five seconds' headstart, and now, as she began tickling Janet, the Lakota girl knew that she was in trouble. Her eyes widened and she thrashed about, kicking her legs, swinging her free arm and yanking hard on Alyssa's nose with the other. She whipped her head forward and back, her lips breaking the perfect seal that they had with Alyssa's lips, though she could not breathe in at all, as her mouth was preoccupied with laughing.

She wanted to tickle Alyssa back, but she couldn't bring herself under control enough to find her opponent's side or armpit with her free hand. Her whole body continued to move pretty wildly. "Ah...ahhnnaha! Hehaaayah!" Janet would cry out, as she would do the only thing that she could think of to try to even things up with Alyssa: she brought her knee up as fast as she could to try to knee her opponent in her gut, hoping to force the air out of the Bomber's lungs and keep some semblage of a chance in this fight.

Yet again, Alyssa's plan went off with significant complications. The Bomber succeeded in the tickling, though her efforts didn't do much as the Lakota girl managed to break free of her lips. That said, she did learn one thing, Janet had a pretty cute laugh. Alyssa supposed she wouldn't mind if they hooked up later, but now wasn't the time for fantasies. She had been hit with a knee, forcing the air out of her lungs in a weak yelp.

But that was her chance. With her leg now free, the Bomber had the means to stand up once more. Painfully, slowly, Alyssa tried to break the grip Lakota had on her nose while her other hand grabbed at Lakota's leg. If she could stand up fully, it was time for her to try and end this match with the Rods From God!

Janet wished that she had the time and the energy to think about hooking up with her opponent later, the way Alyssa was doing. But Janet was too busy laughing her head off, and was so busy with it that she could not even suck in a breath or two to try to recover. She was still losing oxygen fast, though at least she would be able to breathe again should Alyssa stop tickling her.

And Alyssa did stop tickling her. But she did not stop and give Janet any chance to relax. Instead, the Lakota, just as she began to breathe normally and recover her strength, found herself lifted into the air, by one leg and one arm! Breathing would not help her one iota in this situation. Realizing that, Janet would struggle mightily, kicking and thrashing with her free limbs, trying to escape before whatever move Alyssa had planned could be completed!

Just as she was beginning to manuever her enemy for the hold, Alyssa was suddenly faced with a struggle that was much stronger than she expected. Inch by inch, even as the muscles in her arms and back burned from the effort, she managed to twist Janet into the finisher. All that was missing was her fingers exploring her opponent's sex, but she couldn't spare a hand for that.

With Lakota's whole body slippery from the liquid, it was hell to try and maintain a hold. But maintain the hold she did, if only by the skin of her teeth. This was the turning point in the match. If her enemy could break out, Alyssa didn't know if she'd be able to recover enough energy to go on the offensive again. But, if she could just keep it up for a bit longer, she was sure she'd be able to make Lakota tap!

Janet thrashed about as wildly as she could manage, doing a little bit of yelling, too, trying to use her whole body and every ounce of her energy to resist whatever sort of diabolical, devilish maneuver that Alyssa had planned for her. Janet was pretty tipsy right now, and she couldn't quite figure out what Alyssa's plan was: if Alyssa just wanted to drop her down into the margarita mix, causing a big splash and further disorienting and hurting Janet, she could just let Janet go while the Lakota struggled, and gravity would do the work for her. If she was going to lift Janet up higher, why hadn't she done so already?

This was frustrating Janet. She did not want to be up here any more than she had to. She knew that Alyssa had something bad planned for her, and she would rather take a fall, since she knew that the margarita mix would cushion her—even if it meant accidentally inhaling some more of the potent liquid. "H-hey, leggo now!" Janet would insist, as she would swing her arm around and try to smash a fist into Alyssa's thigh, trying to force her to let go with a hard punch!

The jolt to Alyssa's thigh caused her to lose her grip. Shit, shit! A hoarse scream of frustration left the Bomber's mouth, but she realized partway through that she still had a chance to take Lakota out. Swivelling to the side, she leapt up as high as she could, which wasn't much in her exhausted state, and tried to knock her enemy for a loop with an elbow drop to the back.

If she couldn't submit Janet, she'd drown her enemy into unconsciousness!

Janet's splashdown was something to behold, as sticky sweet liquor went everywhere, coating her whole body in the stuff, and Alyssa's whole body, too, for that matter. Her head was submerged and she ingested quite a bit of the potent margarita mix. She was already feeling warm and fuzzy, and this was only going to make it more difficult for her once it started metabolizing in a few minutes. She knew that. She was scared of that. She knew she had to hurry and get back up onto her feet and—

Pain exploded in Janet's back. The Lakota would shriek like a little girl and then follow it up with a hoarse groan which turned into a gurgling cry as her head was submerged again. Quickly, she arched her back and pulled her face back up out of the margarita pool, having imbibed another ounce of the stuff. Her alcohol tolerance was fine, but she had already drank so much. She knew that, win or lose, she was going to feel pretty fucked up after the fight. Maybe not so miserable, though, if she and Alyssa could get it on together while they were both weak and willing.

Honestly, Janet probably would have been willing were she stone cold sober.

Right now, of course, Alyssa was viciously assaulting her, and Janet needed to escape. She wailed and kicked her legs and flung her arms about, trying to nail Alyssa with some sort of shot that would turn the tide of the fight. "Get off of me! Nyuh!"

"Fuck you...." Alyssa's words trailed off, as she was too tired to really curse Janet out. Drunk and feeling like she needed to spend half an hour sucking down some clean air to recover, the Bomber threw her exhausted body closer towards the Lakota's head. What a disgrace, to think that she'd be pushed so far that she had to rely on a sloppy move like this to try and win. Even Alyssa had standards when it came to winning, and this failed to meet even a single one of them. It didn't mean she'd let her enemy take the match, but she'd have to fuck Janet good to make up for this.

It was rather irrational for the Bomber to get mad about this situation, but she did. Why did she get paired up with the most skilled wrestler in the tournament? This really was unfair to her. In fact, Alyssa started to think that Janet would've beaten her if it wasn't for the margarita mix putting them both under the influence.

"Christ. Just go down already." It was half a plea, half shouted as she continued to struggle.

"Unnnn...you can fuck me later!" Janet would say, putting into words what she hoped they both were thinking about what they would be doing after the match was finished. They were meshing pretty well, right? Even with the whole fight devolving into a sloppy, sticky mess and both of them doing pretty much whatever it was going to take to win, the Lakota wrestler felt as though she could have some fun with the Bomber when this was over and one of them—preferably herself—had moved onto the finals. "Or, actually, I can fuck you, sweetie!"

Alyssa didn't seem to like that idea very much, as she threw her body on top of Janet's head, her weight pushing the Lakota's face back down into the margarita mix. Janet coughed and spluttered, pushing up with her head to try to avoid drowning in the alcohol. Meanwhile, she would bring her hands up, reaching up to try to grab onto Alyssa and throw her off, as she kicked her legs and tried her best to escape before it was too late. She didn't like the direction this match had taken!

As her hands groped blindly for Alyssa, her fingers brushed across the Bomber's chest. Sensing an opportunity, Janet would try to find a way inside Alyssa's attire, following the touch of skin on skin, to try to slip her hands onto the breasts of her foe! It wasn't exactly easy to do when she was reaching back behind her head, having to perform motions in the opposite direction of the direction she normally would, and, with her inebriation, She was hardly doing more than blindly fondling. But maybe it would be enough even so...

"Either or, Janey!" Alyssa called out, her screams almost breaking down into sobbing laughs. It was like she was going nuts all over again, but in the opposite direction from her usual rages. This match was practically killing her from how hard she had to fight just to keep up with Lakota. At this moment, she hated the GM so, so much for arranging the card in a way where she'd have to face this gifted wrestler. If she had the chance, she'd punch Sellers or whatever her name was in the face!

The feeling of those hands slipping under her clothes was really putting her off, though. Sure, she liked Janet's technique, but this wasn't the time to fuck. Today wasn't breath play day, so she wasn't into it as she should've been. That said, it got her to ease off a bit on Lakota, despite her previous struggles. It was the kind of drunken, half-thought out decision that would prove to be a disaster, but Alyssa was already too tired to think things through.