Clover Conway Vs. Serina Kashibara

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Clover was excited as she waited for her music to start up. She was looking good with her tight cyclist's shirt, thigh high boots and slim, almost thong-like bikini bottoms, which showed off her curvy hips and sexy butt. The print belonged to one of the car companies who sponsored her during her time as a Race Queen. Not only was she getting to match up against a former rival, but she was doing it in front of way more people than she ever had as a Race Queen and was double dipping checks to boot! It was good to be a Conway!

When her music started up, as the first sound effect played, Clover slipped on a pair of bulky, old school mirrored sunglasses and then slipped out into the arena. Although the people didn't know who she was, Clover grinned. It was amazing to see so many people and she spread her arms wide and grinned. She then skipped down the ramp in a sultry manner, swaying her hips and letting her tightly bound, but fairly sized chest jiggle.

When she got into the ring, she leaned over the apron and brought her legs up, spreading them as she slithered into the ring in a sexy way before hopping up. She waved to the crowd and blew them kisses before she strutted to her corner and threw a steamy leg up on the top rope and began stretching as she waited for Serina.

Serina felt an uncommon sort of pressure this time, slightly different than her usual drive just to kick a girl's ass. Was it her past connection with Clover, even though they really barely knew each other back then? Naturally, she wanted to win and put an end to her miserable losing streak, but somehow she felt like winning here would give her a lot more satisfaction than normal.

As her signal was given though, she quickly tried to banish the thoughts from her mind and made her way to the arena. Dressed in her purple bikini-like wrestling outfit, Serina emerged to the usual chorus of boos and taunts. Not that those really bothered her anymore. At the very least, fighting a (probable) face wrestler meant she didn't have to worry about getting stripped naked yet again, meaning those assholes would be disappointed.

Marching down to the ring, the dirty blonde's scowl only deepened upon seeing Clover showing off for the crowd like that. Climbing up on the canvas, she approached the redhead. "Hope you're ready, cuz I'm about to give you a good, hard welcome, slut."

Clover watched as Serina came down the ramp in her bikini, the red headed Conway raised an eyebrow. When Serina entered the ring, Clover put her fingers to her lips and gave a whistle that would rival any cat-calling construction worker.

"Like, daaayuuum girl!" Clover said as she sashayed forward. "And I thought I was bold. You're like, hella hot, for realz." She said with a nod of approval. She then tilted her head, cocking her hip. "But, like, seriously, I DO have a name, you know. Like, how about this, if I beat you, then maybe you'll actually call me Clover?" She then leaned forward and pointed at Serina. "Or maaaaybe, like, we could hang out or something and you could, I dunno, not be such a NARP or, whatevs!"

Serina gave an indignant look at Clover, obviously not swayed at all by her flattery. "Yeah whatever, IF you win, you fucking bitch." she scoffed, "Then how about if I win you bow down and grovel at my feet?"

Well if Serina won, she was probably going to have made her do that regardless... This stuck up spoiled whore obviously needed to be put in her place. But why wait?

Not even bothering to wait for Clover's reply (nor the bell), Serina brought up her foot up to try and give the redhead a hard boot to the stomach!

Clover indeed had a response to Serina, but before she could even say yes, the boot drove into her stomach. She coughed and doubled over, sputtering. "Ho!" She managed. The bell hadn't even rung yet and Serina was already... well, she was being pretty Serina-y!

Neither the ref nor the crowd was too pleased with Serina's cheap shot, but as the bell rang mere moments later, that was all pretty much moot. Not about to play nice for even a second, the dirty blonde grabbed two handfuls of Clover's bright red hair, before giving it a hard yank as she spun around, attempting to throw her former classmate over towards the center of the ring.

Clover was still bent over when Serina sunk her fingers deep into the red head's short hair. Clover screeched as her hair was tugged, but she had no choice but to follow along. She was lifted right off her feet and spun, crashing chest first into the canvas as she stuck her butt in the air. One hand cradled itself around her chest and the other over her head.

"Ughhh...."

Serina allowed herself a smirk as she saw Clover cradling her chest, a small victory for her recently-developed chest complex. She'd take it out more on the redhead's slightly larger bust later, but first this current opening was far too good for the dirty blonde to pass up.

Making her way behind Clover, who's ass remained propped up in the air, Serina drew back her leg in preparation. "Time to wake up, slut!" She cackled as she kicked forwards as hard as she could, aiming to punt her former classmate right in the crotch!

Clover was just starting to push up to her hands and knees when she heard Serina's taunts coming from behind her. She turned, her mouth open just a bit with confusion when she saw the kick swinging perilously towards her crotch.

She was lifted off the ground for a moment as her eyes bulged and her mouth formed a perfect O. No same came out as she crumbled to the floor and rolled onto her side, both of her hands buried deeply between her legs. She was stunned and helpless, but Clover did not have free reign on the American.

The referee stepped in front of Clover and instantly began to admonish the dirty blonde. A lot could be allowed to slide, but such a blatant and unprovoked cheap shot was not going to stand. The referee threatened to disqualify her right then and there, but in the end simply warned Serina that if something so blatant happened again, she would lose the match for sure.

Serina flippantly blew off the ref's shouting, not really caring either way. It wasn't so much the outcome of the match she cared about, but the outcome of the fight. Even if it ended right there, she'd still have made a statement, but the dirty blonde still wanted way more than just that. Maybe she'd just play it clean. For now, at least.

Once the official finally moved out of the way, Serina made her way over to the incapacitated redhead, reaching down and grabbing one of her arms. "Awww, did that hurt, princess?" the dirty blonde mocked, as she sat down and attempted to lock a cross arm bar onto Clover.