"Anonymous" Padded Room Match

Anonymous Match - The wrestlers and the audiences are not informed about the matchup.
Venue: A room with padded walls and mattress. Bean bag chairs are placed in the four corners to replace turnbuckles.
Victory condition: Accepted submission

Sig entered the room where her upcoming match was supposed to take place feeling pretty excited and curious. For once she wasn't informed about her opponent, which made her keep guessing of who it would be. Could it be someone she had faced before? Or someone new? Perhaps there would be more than one opponent? The suspense is making a bit more excited than usual.

The room was filled with padded walls, making it looked as if she had entered an asylum or something. The big bean bag chairs on the corners were quite an amusing sight in contrast. She could think of a few things to do if she had an opponent trapped in one of them, while the reverse scenario was also equally exciting, if not more. In any case, she just couldn't wait to get started!

She stood in the center of the ring while waiting for her opponent's arrival while keep guessing who it'd be, playing with the strings of her bikini set a bit in the meantime. Not knowing who she was going to face kinda made her a bit nervous as well, despite herself never really cared about her results. There were some people in the AFW that's borderline psychotic after all, which wouldn't be fun to face to say the least...

"Aahh... hurry up and come alreadyyy..." Sig almost whined as she kept looking at the door.

Amy couldn't understand how she got picked for this kind of match, probably another bit of her mangers handiwork. Shed fire the guy if she could but she'd already seen the back hands of wrestling politics to know she'd never want to get involved. So she did what she was told and made her appearance into the padded room.

She was in for a treat when she saw Sig and looked shocked, not because of fear nut surpise that she was facing her again before it turned into another grin. "So Chelsea did eventually get you home, was this your idea Sig? You seem to have alive for these scenarios."

Sig was almost as equally surprised as the girl who walked into the padded room turned out to be Amy of all people. She could feel her cheeks warming up a bit just from seeing the taller blonde again, although she'd flash her a smirk.

"Nope, wasn't mine for sure," she replied. "But hey, now I'll have my revenge, heh heh," she said cheekily.

That was a bold statement obviously, considering how her last attempt at revenge ended up. Sig wasn't worried of course. She was glad to face Amy again not too long after their last encounter. There could be much worse scenario than this, really.

"For the match where I kicked your ass, or the gym you where you tried to get revenge and I kicked your ass? And don't give me any speed about having Chelsea's help the second time was all me." Amy said to counter Sig's smug taunt, which from Amy's perspective has a lot to live up to.

"But I suppose it only makes sense you'd go after me, after all who knows what Chelsea did to you when you woke up. I imagine it made sure you got the point to never try again with her." Amy winked at Sig, Chelsea likely just sent her on her way but any opportunity to tease her opponent about being dominated she would take.

"For both," Sig replied, apparently not too bothered with the fact she had been beaten twice already by Amy and her redhead friend. "Hmmph, how do you know that it wasn't the other way around?" she pouted at the little jab. "Maybe I've finished with your friend, and now it's your turn," she crossed her arms under her chest.

Nothing really happened during her brief stay at Chelsea's place, but since Amy teased her about it, Sig would show a bit of defiance and played a bit of mind games with the taller blonde. She wasn't expecting Amy to buy it anyways.

In any case, as soon as the match started she'd charge straight towards the girl. Rather than going for a lockup, this time she'd attempt to grab Amy and pulled her towards her so she could deliver a quick knee strike to her opponent's belly!

Amy's smile went down a little. "I doubt that but just letting you know, if you did then I'm the last person you want in here with you." Amy said friendly enough but with enough to show her she was serious about it, a sure fire way to piss of Amy was to fuck with Chelsea.

Amy moved in to confront her but Sig surprised her by charging in and grabbing her to deliver a swift knee to her belly. "Hhngh" Amy moaned as she brought a hand to her stomach to cover up as she bent a little.

Sig managed to draw the first blood this time with her strike, and would take advantage of Amy's hunched state by pushing the girl further down. Her intention was to put the taller blonde's head between her legs and applied a standing headscissor to continue her momentum. It might also give her free hands a few opportunities assuming she could keep her opponent there for a bit, a thought that almost made her licked her lips.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't go overboard," she taunted. "After all we've been having fun so far, right? Why would I ruin our "healthy relationship"?" the lithe girl said, giggling.

Amy was still trying to breathe when asks brought her head between her legs and locked in a scissor hold while she was still standing. Amy began gagging as her breathing is cut off by the hold.

Ignoring her words as a best she could Amy brought her hands to Sig's thighs and began pulling her legs apart trying to get any measure of breathing she could before she passed out.

Amy began to fight back by prying her legs open. Sig knew she wouldn't be able to match the girl's strength, but for the time being she'd try to keep her scissor as tight as possible. With her hands unchecked, the smaller blonde would then lean forward a bit, so she could start slapping Amy's ass as if she's playing a bongo!

"Nyah hah hah! Told you I'm going to have my revenge!"

Amy took a deep breathe as she pushed her off her throat, trying to get back into the fight as much as possible, after what she put Sig through she wasn't about to let her do this and get away with it.

Slapping her but was the breaking point as Amy's eyes showed off the rage that if Sig could see them she'd instantly regret it. Letting out a roar Amy pulled her self up back to her feet keeping her arms around Sig's legs so she was being held up by them as she stood.