Gemma Faraday vs. Teddy Cat Hori: Going Hardcore

"Ulp," Gemma uttered, as she cast a futile glance around the space under the ring. Was it always so ... H.R. Giger, down here? How on earth do the ring crew sleep at night? Of course, maybe it wouldn't be so absolutely terrifying without a fierce catgirl out there, on the prowl.

Gemma flushed a bright red, at Teddy's words. That was not something the Brit ever really expected to hear, during a wrestling match. Her breathing narrowed, and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Gemma chewed on her lip nervously, feeling terrified and, if she was honest, a bit excited. Teddy was adorable, and pretty damned fierce, and Gemma had absolutely no idea what the cat girl was planning on doing to her ...

Gemma's gave a full-body shiver, at the thought. "AAA!" Gemma squealed, when Teddy turned out to be right in her ear. Jumping, it was easy for Teddy to tackle her squirming body down to the mat. "Uh oh," Gemma panted, eyes widening, completely uncertain of what the cat girl had in store for her. Gemma writhed and struggled against Teddy's firm grip, but the leanly-muscled cat girl would have no trouble keeping Gemma down. Especially since, compared to their earlier struggles, Gemma didn't seem to be trying particularly hard, to break free. The Brit was trapped, and for the moment, her body was Teddy's to do whatever she wanted, with.

"Ha! Pinned ya!"

Teddy said, purring loudly as she adjusted, intertwining her legs with Gemma's to make it harder for her to move and escape, the catgirl leaning her face down so she was eye to eye with Gemma.

"And now that your trapped...you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

She said huskily, a bit of an edge to her voice, the two girls lips inches apart, Teddy waiting for any sign of protest or resistance. If there wasn't any, she would giggle, her lips just inches away from Gemmas...before she leaned down, nuzzling her head against the woman's breasts, and laying on her, closing her eyes and yawning cutely.

"I'ma take a quick cat nap!"

Gemma squirmed and struggled, as Teddy pressed her down into the floor. "Ngn! N-no!" she protested, trying to wriggle enough to get a shoulder up, on pure instinct. Gemma stared into Teddy's gaze with confusion, and just a bit of fear. "Wh-what!?" she asked, panicked, as Teddy lay dominantly on top of her.

Gemma could feel Teddy's hot breath on her face, making her bite her lip. Gemma had no idea what was happening, now, could only register the warm firmness of the cat girl's lean body on top of her, in the dark. She struggled, only really managing to cause a bit of physical friction between their bodies.

As Teddy settled in between Gemma's soft breasts for a bit of a cat nap, the Brit's state of mind careened about, wildly. Her heart was racing in her chest. The whole situation was at once humiliating, confusing and unexpectantly pleasant. Still chewing her lip, Gemma took a moment to try and compose herself, grateful for at least a chance to rest her aching body, in the cat girl's curious embrace.

It was a good couple of minutes, the two girls resting, the crowd wondering just what was going on, before Teddy opened her eyes again, stretching lightly before yawning, opening her eyes and smiled at her opponent.

"Awwww, you let me rest! Thanks!"

Teddy said, looking down at Gemma...and finding herself leaning back down on her. She hadn't intended this exactly, mainly meaning to just tease Gemma...but Gemma was certainly attractive...and despite what they had done to each other, the two had gotten along remarkably well in this match and Gemma was pretty fun and nice...

"Maybe...you should get a reward..."

Teddy said, before going for broke, pressing her lips against Gemma's in a tight liplock.

For a few awkward moments, Gemma lay beneath the warm body of her opponent. Still trying to keep her shoulders up for the sake of her own dignity, Gemma was also struggling to simply make sense of what was happening, here. She'd been subjected to all sorts of things by her opponents, in the past. A cuddle session was, strangely, not one she'd run into, before.

Gemma looked startled, as Teddy roused herself. Had she actually just taken a nap? Was that a knockout? Was she still technically pinned? Was Gemma just asking herself rapid-fire, irrelevant questions so that she wouldn't think about the lean, fit young body of the woman that was straddling her helpless figure, right now?

Gemma was at a loss for words, when Teddy looked her over. She squirmed in the cat girl's grip, but that only served to create further friction between the two women. Is that why it was called- wait, Gemma thought, snapping back to reality, what was Teddy doing now?

Gemma was completely caught off-guard, as Teddy's soft lips pressed against her own. "Mmmhmm," Gemma moaned, before she managed to catch herself. Her eyes opened wide again. This was a shocking turn, about the last thing she'd expected out of a hardcore match. Not that she was in any position to stop it, of course. As soon as Teddy broke their liplock, Gemma couldn't help but let out a long, deep sigh, deflating and softening in Teddy's embrace. "That ... is not wrestling ..." she muttered.

Teddy was tense after breaking the kiss, half expecting some kind of negative reception from the kiss she had forced upon Gemma, but relaxed after her long sigh and the relaxation of her body, though still concerned the girl was mad at her.

"Heh...yeah, but it was...I mean...it was good?...umm...sorry...guess I've been wanting to do that all match...couldn't resist...I should probably let you up right?

We can go back out and we don't have to tell anybody about this...what happens under the ring stays under the ring, right?"

She said, giggling a little nervously, blushing in the darkness, having acted on her hibitions and potentially made a serious faux pax.

"Ummm...you mad?"

She asked. Had she actual cat ears, they would be drooping, worried about getting another "bad kitty" comment.

A bit flabbergasted, Gemma looked around in the dark under-ring as if she'd find something to say. She hoped that Teddy couldn't see how deeply she was blushing, but suspected that her elevated temperature and pounding heartbeat might be a bit of a giveaway, anyways ...

"It, um ... Woo! It was not bad, not mad-inducing 'tall, cupcake," Gemma said, a bit of a nervous giggle in her voice. Gemma's tongue darted across her upper lip, for a second, wondering how long exactly this reprieve was going to last. "Worlds better than getting brained with a chair, certainly ... You are a rather sweet little kitty, aren't you?" The Brit was still at a loss for something to say, or what to do next. There was still a match on, right? There was going to be some more violence at some point, right?

For now, however, Gemma was content to let the rest continue, even if she did resume slightly struggling, a token gesture of resistance that wouldn't accomplish much more than a slight grinding, against Teddy. She could hear the confused fans on the outside, though, and she began to wonder how long the two of them had been under the apron. If nothing else, Gemma figured that was a spot they were mostly likely sorry to have missed.

Teddy blushed and purred again in response, a clear affirmative. She was a sweet kitty, and Gemma had proven herself to be somebody Teddy wanted to be sweet on.

"Heh...yeah. I like being sweet with nice...hot...girls. Umm...you know...we could rest a bit longer down here before we get back to it...maybe even..."

Teddy leaned in close again, rubbing her cheek against Gemma, Gemma's own rubbing and grinding against Teddy making her moan slightly, the catgirls hands stroking down Gemma's sides, going near her waist as she finished.

"...have some fun..."

Gemma nearly experienced a full-body blush, as Teddy cozied up on her. The words coming out of the cat girl were catching the Brit completely off-guard, leaving her uncharacteristically speechless. Physical conflicts bubbling over into intimate encounters was the sort of thing that AFW was somewhat known for, but such had never happened to Gemma before. Aside from that one time, but since she'd been completely knocked out beforehand, the Brit wasn't sure if she could count that ...

Actually, come to think of it, it was mildly insulting. But that could have just been Gemma's mind wandering, as it raced a mile a minute in her nervously rattled skull.

Gemma was snapped back to reality by the cat girl's hands, running smoothly down her slender body. "Oh~!" Gemma sighed, her breath catching in her throat. Subconsciously, Gemma found her hips grinding against Teddy, pushing hard and heavy against the slender cat girl. "This isn't, uhn," she moaned, "this isn't wrestling!" Gemma renewed her efforts to buck Teddy, but only managed a half-hearted effort. Really, all the Brit managed from her current, flustered position, was to wrap her thighs tight around Teddy's waist, grinding the cat girl's toned body even closer against herself.

Tedfy let out a purring moan as Gemma continued grinding against her waist against her, the cat girl reciprocating and giggling, starting to nibble on Gemma's ear.

"But this is wrestling...hentai wrestling...which is perfectly legal...and this might just be a finisher..."

She whispered huskily, slipping one hand between their bodies, and into Gemma's bottoms, the friendly catgirl getting a bit too friendly as she began rubbing between her legs!