Reunion for Two

The pain and the lack of air she felt was somewhat compensated by the breasts of Natasha rubbing comfortably on her features, which made her further lulled into a rather groggy state within the girl's grasps. With the crowds going wild around them, she could feel her face warming up, partly from embarrassment as well.

Natasha took the opportunity of her weakened state by starting to undress her top, and the Night Dancer began to squirm some more in an attempt to make it a little more difficult for her opponent to do as she pleased.

Eventually, she'd attempt wrap her arms around her fellow blue haired girl's waists, although her intention wasn't to squeeze her opponent. She grabbed the butt cheeks of Natasha roughly instead, her fingers almost digging deep through the clothes, before slapping the ass of the girl in an attempt to distract her so she could to pushing her away. If Natasha got her top, then so be it.

As close as she was to Night Dancer it was impossible to miss the deep crimson hue in the woman's cheeks, apparently she wasn't the only one enjoying herself. Leaning in close her fingers felt their way up the woman's back until they found the knot keeping her top from falling apart, though it seemed as if Dancer was keen on keeping her bikini on as she began to squirm, causing her fingers to slip each time she thought she had it undone. Seeing an opportunity however Natasha slid her body down to press their heavenly mounds together, curious to see if the woman would keep squirming.

"That feels really good you know..." Natasha whispered into the woman's ear, giggling even as she was shoved away without the prize of the woman's top. Still Natasha was enjoying how the match was going thus far and stayed back to let Dancer off the ropes, returning to the center of the ring with her hands up in the ready position. "Ready for round two?"

The Night Dancer panted on the corner as she managed to shove Natasha away, her blushing cheeks were only partly covered by her veil. She tried to remain stoic for some reason, fixing her top for a bit before moving away from the corner to circle her opponent.

"Don't get too carried away..." she hissed beneath her face cover, looking a little upset from being the one ended up in the receiving part for the most part in their last exchanges.

To make up for it, she'd attempt to dash forward even if they weren't too far away, aiming to catch Natasha by surprise. As they're closing in, with a smooth movement, the Night Dancer would attempt to slip behind her opponent, intending to try catching her fellow blue haired girl in a Cobra Twist.

It seemed to Natasha that she had touched a nerve with the mysterious woman she found herself facing off against, the Frenchwoman mouthing the word "sorry" while Dancer pulled herself out of the corner. She was a little disappointed to see the woman adjusting her top instead of removing it, something she had expected given the lighter nature of the match but then again perhaps this was a more serious affair to the local wrestler Night Dancer. Natasha would have to take this more seriously to avoid insulting the other woman, a thought she had moments too late as Dancer slid in behind her while Natasha made a grab for where the woman used to be standing.

Night Dancer circled around her and before Natasha could spin about the woman had her twisting like a pretzel into a cobra twist. Natasha resisted but Dancer was quite capable as she was learning and overpowered her surprised opponent, leaving Natasha groaning as she struggled to straighten out her body to no avail so far.

The Night Dancer had an unseen smile under her cover as she managed to catch Natasha in her move. The girl's struggle rubbed their bodies together slightly, but she'd try to contain her opponent by tightening the hold.

Of course, that might not be sufficient for a pro wrestler like Natasha, so the veiled girl would reach for one of the girl's breasts with her free hand so she could grope it. Her kneading would be relatively rough, although she'd make sure that it'd arouse her opponent more than hurting her.

Natasha squirmed as best she could given the situation she found herself in but for every bit of space she seemed to create between them Dancer would tighten the hold even more a second later, like a boa constricting its prey. Pushing that thought out of her head she tried to focus on what she could do instead, rubbing her ass firmly against the other woman's crotch, using the woman's own strength against her.

"Gah..." She suddenly groaned loudly as one of Dancer's hands reached down and latched onto Natasha's right breast, the woman's fingers not playing around as they dug in deep from the very start. Her bikini top slid around her breast as Dancer kneaded the firm tit flesh, the pink of Natasha's areola peeking out from underneath as her breast threatened to spill out of the top entirely if Dancer pulled a certain way.

"This feels really good as well, right...?" the Night Dancer taunted, keeping her voice fairly quiet while she kept constricting and groping Natasha in her hold.

The butt rubbing her fellow blue haired girl did draw some moaning from her, but she'd try to keep herself quiet as well. The Night Dancer then spotted that the breast of Natasha was almost exposed due to the girl's struggling and her groping altogether, and she couldn't help but to smile mischievously.

"That looks quite tight... let me help you with that!" she declared before attempting to yank the top of Natasha roughly to expose the girl's luscious tits.

Natasha had to bite down upon her bottom lip to stiffle the moan her body tried to answer the woman's question with, chewing on it gingerly while her mind raced trying to figure out a way to slip free of this hold Dancer had her in before things got too serious. Her thoughts kept returning to the familiarity of the woman who now had her in the cobra twist, Natasha certain she had seen her somewhere before, probably even a few times with how strong the feeling she was getting was. It was difficult to focus on anything at that moment however given the thrilling sensation of having Night's tits digging into her back, Natasha's body growing even hotter as she felt those stiff nipples prodding her skin.

"Well it doesn't feel bad." Natasha replied, chuckling softly even as she wiggled her body trying to make things at least somewhat difficult for Dancer. In her struggling though Natasha only helped Dancer in removing her tope, the Frenchwoman gasping as cool air hit her nips as her top was torn downwards, the straps in the back still holding but the top was useless now that it was just hanging below her chest.

"Hmmph," the Night Dancer scoffed at Natasha's response while still having a smirk on her half covered face.

With the girl's top no longer covering her breasts, the masked fighter would start squeezing one of those large orbs roughly with her hand, wanting to turn Natasha putty in her hold. Her grip probably wasn't as firm due to her concentration being split, her fellow blue haired girl's breast felt so... absorbing. Her hand seemed to move on its own without her needing to think about how should she grope the orb of her opponent. It's so... familiar.

Deciding that she had put enough of a show for now, the Night Dancer released her hold and shoved Natasha off her forcefully. She wasn't about to let the girl get off the hook just like that, though. The veiled girl would move forward as well, intending to catch Natasha from behind with a Full Nelson hold.

Natasha's face had turned a deep shade of crimson seconds after this Night Dancer stripped her of her bikini top, the woman's hand working over Natasha's left breast with a skill the blunette could hardly believe. It was as if the woman knew exactly how to massage Natasha's breast for the maximum effect, hitting every weak spot in exactly the right order to set Natasha's chest on fire. Beads of sweat began to roll down her body but not from the heat of the room, but rather the...efficency Dnacer was taking the fight to her.

"Wow you really...ugh know what you're doing there..." Natasha admitted, a low moan slipping past her lips before she shut them tight once more. In a flash however it was over, Dancer flinging Natasha forward with the heiress barely staying on her feet with how sudden things had changed.

She started to turn back towards the woman only for Dancer to already be upon her, Natasha caught in the full nelson with her body half turned, keeping the hold from being locked on fully but not without some pain. Grimmacing Natasha began to groan in earnest as her left tit slid up firmly against Dancer's right one.