Irena Romanov vs. Namie Kawamura of the Shooting Star Sisters

Bed Wrestling Match
Irena Romanov versus Namie Kawamura  
Win by verbal submission

Irena excitedly entered the bedroom, wearing her white figure-skating outfit consisting of a tight, thin leotard, a short, frilly skirt, sheer, nude-colored hose, and black leather ankle boots.  Approaching the bed, Irena gasped at the sight of all the “toys” littered around.  She spotted rope, handcuffs, various spanking implements such as paddles and whips, as well as several other implements she didn’t even recognize.  

It seemed that her opponent had not arrived yet.  Irena figured she might as well make herself comfortable, so she slipped her stocking feet out of her boots, and lounged on the bed in her stocking feet, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

Getting more comfortable:

What was she doing here? What made anyone in there right mind think that she should have to take someone on in a singles match? Did they not understand what tag-team wrestlers did? Yeah sure some tag teams had singles matches but that's usually against other tag teams, not someone who was by all means a single star. That being said she wasn't in much of a position to say no and begrudgingly showed up to the bedroom anyway, though with Touka following her all the while. At least it would be more comfortable then a ring.

"Well this is it. You can head back now." She said more confidently then she felt as she watched Touka back away and went to go open the door. When she entered the room she noticed the assortment of other tools to use and gulped, shed love to use those to her advantage but knowing her luck she would be the victim if she was careless. That being said she simply took off her boots and looked at Irena. "Well this pretty unfortunate for you. Having to get embarrassed by me in a bedroom, at least you wont be humiliated in the ring."

Irena wasn’t fooled by Namie’s taunt. She saw how nervous Namie was as she looked over the assortment of goodies.  

“Think you’re so tough, huh?” said a confident Irena, “We’ll see how tough you are without your baby sister to help you.  I’m going to send you back to her in tears.”

With that, Irena would kneel on the bed, tucking her sexy, stocking feet underneath her cute tight ass, as she would motion towards Namie with her arms for a tie-up.

Huffing at her words Namie put her hands on her hips and stared down the arrogant girl. Her usual black and silver two piece outfit on with the added stockings on as she took off her shoes. "Your in for a surprise if you think I need my sister to win." Hopping on the bed she stared Irena down and brought her hands up just like she was.

Locking up without needing to say anything she tried to push her back and downwards to get an advantage in the early going. Both were unaware of Touka outside the door listening for an signs that Namie was doing well. "Good luck showing your face after I'm doing making you cry for mercy.." Namie said as she tried to turn it into a headlock.

Irena and Namie tied up, but Irena was still relatively inexperienced as a wrestler, so Namie was able to quickly take advantage, and before Irena knew it, Namie had impressively maneuvered Irena into a headlock, and began taunting Irena about begging for mercy. Fortunately, Irena had the presence of mind to hold on tightly to Namie’s wrist, and she would try to use her strength and flexibility to reverse the headlock and twist Namie’s arm behind her back into a hammerlock. If successful, Irena would twist back Namie’s fingers while taunting her:

“Mercy? I love that game! I used to play all the time with my friends, and I always won! Here, let me show you how…”

Holding her head as she tried to squeeze and weaken her before she transitioned to something else Namie felt like she was the girl in control. That was until she felt her grabbing her arms and pulling her arm behind her back in a hammerlock and tried to yank her arm and tried to mess with her fingers.

"Anngghh! St-Stop!" She said as she tried to stop her from bending her fingers while trying to get herself free. Her other hand vainly reaching back and trying to force her to let go of her fingers.

“Aww, that hurts, doesn’t it,” Irena taunted, although Namie’s resistance was making it harder for her to exert all that much pressure on Namie’s fingers.

Letting go of Namie’s fingers, but still holding onto Namie’s wrist, Irena would try to pull Namie down to the bed, and would attempt to trap Namie’s arm in an armlock, while scissoring her legs around Namie’s head and shoulder.

Spoiler:

Defiant but hurting from her actions as she felt her fingers being viciously pulled backwards. Though her struggles made it easier all Irena did to counter it was change things up, pulling her down and trapping her in another hold.

"Ngghh!" Namie grunted as she kicked her legs and tried to pull on the pair entrapping her head. Refusing to give up and just take the loss while she set about getting free.

“You’re a wriggly one,” teased Irena as Namie twisted about trying to free herself from the hold.  Seeing Namie’s wriggling ass, and noticing a large leather paddle on the bed, Irena got a naughty idea.  Grabbing the paddle in one hand, Irena would use the paddle to apply a few hard stinging slaps to Namie’s wriggling ass, while Irena would taunt, in her Russian accent, “Naughty girl, stop wriggling your butt like a cheap whore, and just submit.”

Namie struggled some more as Irena mocked her in her stupid accented voice. Pulling harder and harder on her legs she felt a paddle come smacking down on her ass. "Auugh! You bitch! Cut that ou-Ooouhh!" She groans as her but is subjected to more and more smacks from the paddle.

Desperate and pissed off Namie stopped pulling on her leg and got a little more catty. Bringing her nails across Irena's Skin she tried to claw her legs through the stocking and in case that didn't work, shed resort to biting. Whatever it took to get free and start making Irena let go.