Caroline Brookes vs Zulime Lafitte – No hentai tonight!

Caroline whacked Zulime in the knee with the tip of her boot and tried to pull her other leg free of the hold Zulime had on it, but the exotic warrior was relentless enough to power through. Grabbing both of Caroline's legs now, Zulime held the blonde captive long enough to start winding their legs together, bending Caroline's into the dreaded figure-four position. Caroline knew what was about to happen, gasping with the realization, but her desperate struggles were fruitless as Zulime fell to the mat and started tightening the vice with her legs, forcing Caroline's to bend the wrong direction!

“Oh no, no, aaah!” Caroline yelled as her legs were wracked with a sharp pain that grew more and more agonizing each time Zulime cranked her large legs down. Writhing against the canvas, the blonde uttered a long moan of anguish as her straightened leg twitched involuntarily against the body of the Zulime as she worked Caroline over.

As bad as the pain was, Caroline knew this hold pretty well, and she was eager to use the counter that had been used against her so many times. Gritting her teeth, Caroline dug her hands into the canvas and started twisting her body to the side, using the considerable strength in her core to try to force Zulime to turn with her. She was looking to flip both of them onto their stomachs, a position that would let Caroline put pressure on Zulime's legs instead!

Zulime was riding high. It was just like she was on the riverboat, and was dealt a few good hands in a row. Of course, even if she lost, that money would come right back to her and her family, but it was a good feeling for the time being, just the same way that Caroline must have been having a pretty bad time in the moment. The cry of pain that rattled around the arena did not bring Zulime pleasure in that she enjoyed the suffering of another woman, but because it meant that she would be that little bit closer to victory. It was a cruel twist of fate that the night could have ended with an eminently pleasurable experience in a climax, but that had been torn from her. So now this sweet little Midwestern girl would be suffering through one of the most painful moves that Zulime had in her arsenal.

Her positive feelings made her blind to the possibility of defeat. The Riverboat Queen saw that Caroline was rolling them over but by the time she saw it the laws of momentum dictated that there was no chance of stopping it. The Cajun girl's pearly whites that had just moment's prior been smiling wide were still on display only this time they were gritted with pain. Her dark hair concealed her face which helped her out. She was a natural daughter of the limelight, and the Riverboat Queen knew the value of always presenting all of your movements as easy and natural. The pain that she was experiencing in her leg may have been natural given her actions, but it was far from easy.

But there was a way out. When her head rose it was with an easy look on her face. Well, as easy as it could get given that her leg felt like it was going to explode from the pain. Zulime was crawling to the ropes for a rope break. The Riverboat Queen had a lot of strength in those arms, and she was employing all of that now as she made her ways to that sweet release.

“Yes!” Caroline cheered, grinning as she succeeded in turning the two of them onto their stomachs. Ready to pay Zulime back for the leg lock, Caroline braced her arms against the canvas and pushed her upper body off the mat, really letting her weight bear down on Zulime's knees as she poured the pressure on. The perky blonde even did a couple of push-ups, right on the spot, before she started wiggling her hips from side to side, going the extra mile to grind Zulime's knee into the coarse canvas.

Just a few seconds in, however, Caroline found herself having to re-position her arms, and then again as Zulime started crawling towards the ropes. As painful as this hold may have been for Zulime, it was also very loose, nowhere near as suited to keeping an opponent trapped as the proper figure four. Caroline couldn't pull against Zulime's momentum without simply disentangling them both, so the Riverboat Queen was allowed a speedy escape to the ring's edge. When the ref started calling for the break, Caroline simply did one more pushup, adding insult to injury before she pulled her legs away and stood back up.

She didn't give Zulime any time to recover. Stepping over to where the woman was resting, Caroline stood over her and bent down, grabbing her hair at the roots and using that grip to slam Zulime's face into the canvas. With her opponent hopefully too winded to move, Caroline grabbed the ropes in front of her for balance, stepped onto the lower rope, then leapt into the air and brought both boots down on the small of Zulime's back!

Zulime's whole life up to this point had been centered around making everything look effortless, easy, graceful. During her time on the riverboat, she had learned to flourish in high-pressure situations. It was easy to put on a brave face when she wasn't doing well on the ivories, but it was another thing entirely to pretend like you weren't in pain when you had a figure four leg lock on you, a figure four leg lock that you started in the first place. Caroline was making life that much harder as she was wiggling her hips, and did that one last push up to make her legs suffer that much more and that much longer.

When she made it to the ropes, she could not help but let loose a sigh of relief. For a second, the facade of the easygoing Cajun girl disappeared as her hair hung over her face so that no one could see. When she popped up, she wanted to have a look on her face that told her opponent and the world that Zulime was as cool as a cucumber. In her head, she was ready to start the come back that would bury Caroline under a series of powerful moves.

Only, Caroline had different plans for her. She yelled out as her head was slammed to the ground. The Riverboat Queen was reeling from the pain in her head when another blow came onto her back. Mere moments ago, her legs were on fire from the figure four leg lock. Now she could say with unfortunate certainty that just about everything was hurting, from her head to her back and then finally down on her legs.

The Cajun girl knew that she could not stay here for long. Being under Caroline's boots was not a place that she would be able to survive, so with a powerful turn she attempted to roll out of the ring. As always, she really didn't have a plan when she made it out of the ring, but she knew that it was better than being where she was.

There was a visceral thrill in landing this kind of stomping action on an opponent, especially one as hardy as Zulime. Her firm body had just that little bit of give beneath Caroline's weight, giving the blonde some satisfaction that she was putting this confident Cajun through her paces. Still standing on Zulime, Caroline beamed for the audience until a light nudge from the referee got her attention. Stepping down, Caroline skipped back a step to let Zulime get up, only to see her dropping down out of the ring instead!

“Hey, get back here!” Caroline pouted, ducking around the referee to give chase. The bed was Zulime's turf, in a manner of speaking, but right now it presented Caroline an opportunity to attempt something that she hadn't fully mastered yet. Sprinting toward the ring's edge, Caroline dove down and slid under the bottom rope to dive out of the ring, landing belly-first on the soft mattress. Landing on the bed saved Caroline from the risk of having to shift herself in midair to land on her feet, and now she could spring off of the bed and set back on Zulime while she was still recovering!

Jumping off of the bed, Caroline tried to close the distance between her and Zulime before the latter could catch her breath. She was planning to greet the riverboat queen with a leg thrusting out to spike the woman's upper stomach with the heel of her boot, aiming to deflate the voluptuous woman and double her over a bit! If she landed it, Caroline would bring her leg down and reach out as quickly as she could, following her kick up by reaching down to catch Zulime's head before she could collapse.

Caroline placed the palm of her hand beneath Zulime's chin, beckoning her back up slowly and gingerly, almost lovingly with the tips of her fingers supporting the Cajun's chin. She lifted Zulime's gaze to meet hers, but the grin on her bright-eyed face signaled mischief. A false moment of intimacy to tease Zulime and entertain the audience...before Caroline's other arm swung around, aiming to clock Zulime in the cheek with a clenched fist!

Zulime was watching. Out of the corner of her eye, she was watching. Caroline was there, lurking. It was funny to her that the first thing that Caroline did upon leaving the ring was to go on the bed, the very source of the reason that this was a regular match as opposed to a hentai one. She wondered if that provided Caroline with any solace, the fact that her path out of the ring and towards Zulime was through the soft bed. Or if that provided her any consternation.

The Riverboat Queen could not dwell on that fact for terribly long, however, as the Midwestern girl started making a beeline towards her. Zulime turned to make sure that she was prepared for her rival, and quickly squatted down into her wrestling stance. She was not sure who had more experience between them, nor was she confident in who possessed the more complete wrestling repertoire. But she knew exactly what she would do in this scenario. Instead of going for some fancy move that she only dimly understood, if the situations were reversed, she would go for a strike.

Her brown eyes were wide with anticipation as she waited for the blow to come. A leg shot upwards towards Zulime's chest, which she caught with relative ease. From what she could tell, it looked like this was not the only thing that Caroline had in mind when she sent the kick forward, so she really wanted to catch her opponent by surprise by arresting the assault before it even really got off the ground.

With Caroline's leg still in hand, she stretched her other leg out to trip her opponent and send her to the hard concrete. It was perhaps not a move that would land her in the AFW hall of fame with its breathtaking complexity, but it was something that would render her opponent to the ground in short order. And from there, she could let Caroline's leg go, and jump up in the air. From there, she would go for something that belonged on the photo reels just a little bit more, as she jutted her elbow out to aim for Caroline's center mass. She did not know what it was like to be sandwiched between an angry flying Cajun woman and the hard concrete of the arena floor, but she was happy that she was not going to find out. Just as much as she was satisfied with the fact that Caroline would, in short order.

Caroline squealed in shock as Zulime caught her leg with enough ease to make her look like an amateur. She froze in that moment with her gaze locked on Zulime's, visibly unnerved that her opponent had recovered so quickly. God, it would have been such a cute followup, too, holding the Cajun woman in the palm of her hand. The country girl was a sucker for those subtly affectionate gestures, and eager to show her opponent that she could be sexy without going to the vulgar extremes that the Riverboat Queen wanted.

Right now, though, Zulime just wanted Caroline on her ass, and with the Tennessean struggling to keep her balance on one leg, there was nothing to stop the Cajun from hooking that leg and pulling it out from under her. Flopping down onto the concrete, Caroline huffed in pain and arched her back as the landing jarred her spine. Probably wouldn't have kept her down long enough for a followup if it had been tried in the ring, but the harsher impact kept her dazed just long enough for Zulime to step over and drill her even harder with the point of her elbow.

“Ouph!” Caroline moaned in agony as the elbow drop struck her just above the belly button, folding her up like a lawn chair and stopping her breathing for a moment as the tightness in her stomach constricted it. She would turn onto her side, if Zulime allowed it, clutching her bruised midsection and biting her lip as she nursed her aching body. Soon, she would try to grasp the ring apron and pull herself up near one of the ring's corners, but Zulime would have full reign over her the whole time!

Zulime was nice. When she wanted to be. There were times on the riverboat where she had to turn her charm up to eleven, to ensure that all the tourists were parted from their money at the pace that Zulime found just right to ensure that his pockets were empty and the table she was dealing for raked in the required cash for the night. Sure, Zulime was plenty pissed off that she wasn't able to achieve orgasm tonight, nor make another girl reach the climax, but she knew when to dial it in. The Riverboat Queen was not so brutal that she was going to try and hammer her opponent into the harsh concrete floor.

She was able to get up quicker than her opponent, and spied the midwestern girl clawing at the ropes. There was a part of her that wanted to grab that pretty little blonde around the waist and haul her over Zulime's head, to crack her skull against the concrete. But as she approached her opponent, she opted not to. Such a move seemed so inelegant, so barbaric for what ought to have been such a pleasant evening.

"Need a little help, suga?" Zulime asked. The way that she said it nice and slow showed the whole world that she had no intention of actually helping Caroline. That intent was then made crystal clear as she drew back and slapped Caroline's butt about as hard as she possibly could. It would hurt, but that was not the goal of what she was trying to do. Always one to go for her opponent's more sensitive areas, if she could not have a hentai match brought to her, she would make her match more hentai like.

But that was not the only goal, either. She wanted Caroline to stand up tall and straight so that she could sink both of her hands into that pretty blonde hair of hers and then use that grip to smash her head into the apron. From there, she could toss her opponent into the ring and slip in right after her. If the match was not going to end with someone cumming, she could abide by that even if she didn't love it. If she were able to pull off her plan as she intended to, she would slip into the ring right after her opponent.

“Ooh!” Caroline gasped as Zulime's palm thudded against her exposed butt, the blonde suddenly standing at attention and arching her hips as the painful sting really dawned on her. There were no words of scolding from her lips, only wide eyes and rosy cheeks as the spank left her with the heady combination of embarrassment and arousal. Deep down, Caroline actually appreciated that her opponent was starting to draw from a bag of tricks that had much more precedent in non-hentai wrestling, but that didn't keep the audacity of it from getting her all flustered.

Once Caroline was upright, her opponent moved swiftly on to her real offensive, seizing her hair with a double-fisted grip. Humiliation aside, the Cajun's arms had packed enough power to make her paddling of Caroline's rear really hurt, and that strength was just as evident as Zulime pulled her head back and slammed her forehead straight into the ring apron! A soft cry gurgled out of Caroline's mouth as the impact rippled through her skull and left her whole body struggling to stay upright. Only a persistent tug from Zulime would see her mustering enough locomotion to roll back into the ring, where she remained on her back, moaning in pain as her skull throbbed.

Caroline tried to get back up, but she was just too groggy from the hit to her head, and the most she could manage in the brief moment it took Zulime to slide back inside the ring was propping herself up against the ropes. That is how the Cajun would find her, sitting nearby with one hand clutching her bruised forehead and the other grasping the rope behind her as she tried to will herself back into motion.

Zulime took a step back, to see what she had accomplished. It was unseemly to admire one's work for too long, but Zulime reckoned that taking a gander for a mere second or two wasn't going to offend anyone's sensibilities. A snicker curled the corner of her mouth. There were very few people in the arena who had overly fine sensibilities, and the barefoot backwood brawler could not be counted among them. Just as Zulime wanted her to be, Caroline was grabbing at her bruised forehead as she struggled to find her feet. The snicker faded as she rushed forward. The sight was a good one, but it would not last if Zulime rested on her laurels.

The Cajun girl slithered under the bottom rope and popped up only a few feet from Caroline. She wheeled around and bore down on the woman. Ordinarily, she would have showed the good manner that suggested that a proper Southern belle ought to let a wounded opponent find their feet before assailing them, but the spank moments earlier reminded her of what sort of match this should have been. And in such a circumstance it seemed fitting that she would need to use those hentai moves here.

Before Caroline made too much progress in her ascent, Zulime sought to accost her opponent by seizing her with both hands. If she could, she would clasp her hands behind Caroline's back and lift her from the canvas. Entrapping Caroline's arms would be nice, but even if she couldn't she would still be bearhugging her opponent. The move was a painful one, but on top of that Caroline's body was pressing into hers now. Most bearhugs were straightforward things, with two women's breasts ballooning against each others much to the delight of those watching on. But Zulime's little twist came in playing with Caroline's boobs with her own. The wiggle of her chest was nice for her. She couldn't imagine what it was like for Caroline.