Making an Impression

Lyla clapped a hand over her face as the two parted, taking a few quick and shallow breathes through her nose just to make sure it was working. She had made the right call earlier to avoid taking the hit head on, that was for sure. Even at a bad angle, Thorn had managed to knock her groggy with one solid pop.

Her rise to stand packed the grace of her larger counterpart, feeling at the mat blindly as she sat up. She wobbled as she rose, not even remotely prepared for the freight train barreling her way. She could hear Ellie yelling for her but by the time she understood what her partner was saying she had already been struck head on with two big boots to her chest.

There wasn't even a stumble, the weight and force behind Thorn's kick had taken her clear off the ground. Her back hit hard on the mat, sliding a small way before friction and momentum found themselves at odds and she was flipped backwards in a rolling tumble, not stopping until she had been wedged squarely against one of the bottom turnbuckles in a slump.

Ellie lifted herself up onto the middle rope, bouncing a bit as she clapped her own turnbuckle with her palm, trying to make some noise and rally Lyla. That had been one hell of a bit, but she needed the other woman to get up and fight. The match had just started!

With the crowd all focused on Thorn while she ramped things up, Rose was able to take a deep sigh of relief without worrying about anyone seeing it and ruining the aura they were trying to build. Starting out in a submission hold had been bad enough for that, after all, and the last thing they needed was another chink in the armor. That opening salvo had been worrying, with Lyla showing far more skill than she would’ve expected from a team like this...but those fears melted the moment Thorn’s dropkick landed.

Lyla might as well have been struck with a cannonball, the impact launching her in a beautiful arc. She tumbled, rolled, and wound up in the corner, slumped down and propped up, wide open. A clear sign that Thorn was picking up her momentum, and when that happened, the big girl was hard to slow down.

She landed on her butt and whipped around to her feet, looking back to Rose, her devil’s eye gleaming in the spotlight.

”Meteora?”

”Meteora.”

”Meteora!”

Thorn nodded, skipped back to make some more space, then came charging at Lyla once more, storming at like a rampaging bull. She threw herself forward before they could collide, tucked her legs in, and drove both of her knees into her opponent’s chest, once more combining mass and acceleration to create a devastating effect.

"Well… that sucked." Lyla muttered softly to herself as she sat up against the turnbuckle. Head hung low, she contemplated playing dead… but Ellie was screaming for her like she had already passed on. A bit melodramatic for her taste to be honest. She breathed out in a huff, dispersing some of her hair from her face as a sure sign of life.

The brief exchange between Rose and Thorn hit her ears with great interest. While she would love to be a fly, or something else in their room, the question and confirmation about round two of the runaway semi truck was not a delightful though.

She reached up, grabbing for the middle rope on either side of her, straightening herself out. She dragged the heels of her boots on, planting her soles to start to push herself up… but it was too late.

Thorn came crashing into her more like a meteorite that a meteora. The give of the turnbuckle and the ropes provided no safety from the impact, crushing her on the stop with the full frontal force of Thorn. She let out a whole unattractive cross between a grunt and gasp that sounded like the dying breath of an elderly person.

Lyla blinked in wide eyed shock as her back slowly drifted along the bottom rope and deposited her on her side along the mat. She had never, in all her time wrestling, been hit that hard and it was showing. Slack jawed she just… breathed. It was all that she could manage at the moment.

"Lyla!" Ellie looked on with wide eyed horror as her partner was being manhandled. She leaned over the top rope, holding out an arm for a far off tag, beckoning her stunned partner to let her help as if it were within her power. She was internally beating herself up over this, she should have insisted on starting things off to spare her friend what was happening now.

Announcing your next move loud enough to be heard by the crowd ten rows away was, probably, not the best idea, but in this case it was academic. Rose had tried her best to teach her friend moves that were fairly low risk, giving her a toolkit that wouldn’t backfire on her when she came across opponents that could move out of the way in time, and the Meteora was a good example of that. Even if Lyla had moved in time, it wouldn’t have done more than scuffed Thorn’s knees.

Besides, she wasn’t moving in time. No way. Rose had been on the receiving end of her partner’s attacks, knew how brutal and crushing they could be, even on a woman of her size. Lyla seemed to have talents, but stamina was not one of them.

The entire crowd seemed to wince as 105 kilograms of runaway dominatrix collided with Lyla’s chest, making the entire ring shake and leaving her opponent a ragged mess. It seemed crazy to be at this level with only three moves, but they’d been a hellacious three moves, hammering her opponent nonstop. Thorn doubted she could go for a pin, but she was well on her way to reaching that point.

But she wouldn’t. Not on Lyla. She had plans for this woman, and putting her shoulder on the mat for three seconds wasn’t one of them.

”Phew! Okay.” Thorn had grabbed the ropes after her impact, used them to hold position over her fallen foe, knees hanging off the ropes. She threw her head back and took a deep breath as Lyla reeled, contemplating her next move and catching her breath after that exchange. No sense in rushing.

She got herself together after a moment and went to work, only pausing to shot Ellie a toothy grin before she focused back on her friend. ”Don’t worry, you’ll get a turn. Me and your missus are just getting to know each other a little better.”

Thorn stood up and grabbed Lyla by the ankles, dragging her towards her own corner. She stopped and let Lyla’s aching body rest only a few feet out of Ellie’s reach. A move that even had the referee raising her eyebrow. Tactically questionable. But there was a method to it. ”See, I’ll work your girlfriend over, hang  her out to dry.” She stood over Ellie’s partner, one foot on both sides of her body, as she spoke between them like they were just hanging out on the street. Calm and casual. ”Then I let her tag you in. Me and Rose rip you apart, make you tap. And once you’re out of the picture…” Thorn didn’t finish that thought, figuring the lewd, drifting tone in her voice painted enough of a picture. She looked back down to Lyla, her shadow loomed large over the younger woman. ”So just hold on, love. Fun stuff’s coming, I promise.”

Without warning, she kicked her legs out and dropped down for a hard sit on Lyla’s stomach, driving her fulsome backside into redhead’s stomach with all her weight behind it.

Ellie's lips pursed in an annoyed expression, watching Thorn through narrowed eyes. She decided that she didn't like her, or Rose. Both of these women were terrible, and they were bullies. She also didn't appreciate the constant remarks about her and Lyla being a couple… not in that sorta way anyhow. They were just friends. She left the Irish woman to do all her hanky panky with other people and saw herself far away from that.

Lyla wasn't going anywhere, not until Thorn took her ankles in hand anyway and started dragging her along the mat. She slowly eased over onto her back as she was pulled along, arms outstretched behind her as she slid along without resistance. The two moves had done quite well in knocking her down and out, leaving her rather unresponsive.

" Firstly, she isn't my girlfriend. Just a friend who is a girl. Secondly  I'm not scared of you, or your underdressed partner. So talk all you want while I'm stuck on the sidelines. It will be a different story when I am pinning you." She sounded far more confident than she was in the moment, having something in common with Thorn that neither women would likely ever know  she had to keep a brave face, for herself, for Lyla, and for the crowd.

While Thorn laid out her game plan, the Irish lass managed to just slightly lift an arm and drag her heel enough to bend a knee just a bit. There was a certain emptiness in her expression, like someone who was lost within their mind after taking some sort of illicit drug. Even with the looking figure of the large woman directly over her, she seemed incapable of moving to defend herself.

Ellie winced, slightly turning away as Thorn dropped down onto her partner's face. She saw the buck of Kyla's body from the impact, saw the jolt shot through her body with enough force to pop up her arms and legs before they dropped back to the mat. Splayed out neither Thorn, it was pretty clear she wasn't getting up or going anywhere. This wasn't good… she had to get Lyla out of there, for both of their safety. Ellie was sure she didn't want to be left in a handicap match if Thorn was lying. Against two fresh opponents, it would be a bad time.

The referee circled the legal pair, checking to see if Lyla's shoulders were down. With Thorn on top of her, it was an easy call to make. She dropped to the mat, slapping the canvas.

"One!"

No sooner had the referee's arm raised for the first count than Ellie was already sweeping through the ropes. Ready to go and on a mission, she needed to help swing the match back in their favor. It wasn't ideal, Thorn would know she was coming, so she had to be smart about this.

What she lacked in size and strength, she made up for in momentum as she charged the ring, eyes locked on Thorn. With a head of steam she launched herself at the large woman, leaping up to clear the counting referee that otherwise was serving as a literal hurtle between them. Ellie was trying to land herself on one of the dark haired Aussie's shoulders with her chest, an arm snapping around to try and secure the big woman's head under it to snap her to the mat in a DDT.

Ever so often, people made the mistake of thinking that, just because Thorn was a big girl that she was dense. As if there was some sort of negative correlation between size and brain capacity. They were wrong in that, of course. She’d gone to school. She’d gotten an education. She wouldn’t toot her own horn, but she generally considered herself smarter than most. Certainly smart enough to suss out that Ellie and Lyla weren’t a couple. Also smart enough to suss out that the suggestion would leave Ellie flustered. And, wow, could she imagine so many ways to take advantage of that.

”Oy, oy, feisty!” She had a hard laugh at Ellie’s little speech and snapped her teeth at the cutey, flashing her pearly whites. ”Keep that attitude up and I might think about switching the order up, here. Look like you could use a good lay, huh?”

That was a fun little diversion, but with it out of the way, she went back to the business of giving Lyla the business, coming down for a facesitting smash. She shifted back after the impact, just enough to let Lyla see her through the legs, but not enough to let her breath, and stretched her legs out to get her entire body weight in on this action. Nothing quite like having a face trapped between your legs. So many of her contemporaries favored the reverse faceseat, but for her money? The forward version was the real money.

She started to grind on Lyla’s features, getting so caught up in the moment that she forgot about the rules, and the referee’s count gave her a genuine shock. Made sense, though - Lyla was down, she was on top, shoulders to the mat, pinning position. That was no good. Their goal wasn’t just to win, but to do it in a dominant fashion, show the audience what they brought to the table. Simple mistake, easy to rectify. ”Oops, let me just-”

Thorn had planted her feet on the floor and began to rise when a sudden commotion caught her attention. She looked up just in time to see Ellie flying through the air with the greatest of ease, but not in time to stop her as she snagged her head, jerked down, and slammed her skull hard into the mat. The sheer alacrity of the attack was more than enough to take Thorn off guard, and she was left to roll over to her back right after, stunned, staring up at the ceiling in blinking disbelief.

Needless to say, Rose was not amused. She’d entered the ring as soon as Ellie had, and when the woman started standing after landing the attack, she’d find a special surprise waiting for her: a close-up view of Rose’s heel, as the dominatrix came at her with a Big Boot to the face.

Lyla's lidded eyes floated as she lay beneath Thorn, giving out a soft muffled groan as the woman repositioned on top of her. Malleable in her current predicament her head shifted a bit with either grind from the Aussie, displaying her features slightly. Weakly she reached up, managing to place her hands on Thorn's thighs though not strong enough to do anything but give them a light squeeze.

"How's that for a lay!" Ellie wasn't a smug girl. She didn't like to come across as being arrogant, but bringing Thorn down to the mat with a skull cracking DDT was so very satisfying after having warned the woman she would be gunning for her. That would teach them to underestimate her. The Brit gave the big woman a hard shove, helping her roll onto her back with the sort of roughness more befitting the other team rather than her own.

She had to be quick about things though, reaching over to grab hold of Lyla's wrist, she pulled herself up from a kneeling position to try and drag her partner to their corner. "Guh!" Rose's heel caught her square in the jaw, snapping her head back in a explosion of silvery pigtails. Her back slapped against the mat with a hard this leaving her laid out under Rose, a hand still outstretched in the act of holding Lyla's arm.

The pink haired girl had ever so briefly been lifted and dragged on her side but when Ellie went down so too did she. She dropped back onto her side, slowly rolling onto her front to limply lay on the mat.

”No, no, no, no.” Rose took a moment to dust her shoulders off after connecting with the Big Boot, collecting herself. She straightened out her hat and turned just enough to look down at Ellie, shaking her head. ”Wait your turn, little girl.”

Thorn wished she could’ve seen that kick, sounded like a doozy. But she was too laid out at the moment to properly enjoy it, that DDT having done a good job of rocking her senses. She was coming out of it now, though, as she grabbed the nearest rope and started to pull her way back up, regaining her senses as the referee came into the picture.

”Hey!” The referee was a tiny little thing with Coke-bottle glasses, but that didn’t seem to deter her from stepping up to Rose. ”Tag rules still apply, here! Take this out of the ring, or-”

”You’ll disqualify me in a No Holds Barred match?” Rose giggled at the insinuation and shrugged, before stepping over and planting her feet down between Bangarang. She brought her foot back and proceeded to move Ellie out of the ring in her own, special way - namely, she kicked her in the side over and over, forcing her to roll out under the bottom rope. ”Thorn, the princess and I are going to have a heart-to-heart, girl chat. Have fun, but leave a some of the strawberry for for me, okay? I’ve never had Irish before.”

Thorn rubbed her head and nodded as she stood, waving to Rose as she slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor, stalking her prey. Her partner seemed to be in one of those moods, and she wished she had the time to watch. Maybe on the replay, if the camera caught good enough angles. ”Don’t worry, she’ll be fresh enough when you get back.” Still a bit woozy, she decided to slow things down for a moment, and reached down to seize Lyla’s head with both hands. She hauled her up by the skull, forcing the rest of her body to stand along with her, making her straighten. ”Now, where'd we leave off?”

Ellie coughed softly, rolling over onto her front to shakily rise to hands and knees. She was a spirited one, despite what anyone else thought about her. She let out a heavy breath, shaking her head to try to compose herself. Being talked down to by Rose wasn't helping matters though. She hissed from below, clearly wanting the other woman to hear her still fighting back, even if it was just verbally. "Jog on, you hag."

When Rose's leg planted itself like a standard between her and Lyla it drove a feeling of failure home to her though. She was close enough to reach out and touch her partner's hand but the obstacle placed between them was not one easily set aside. Her focus probably shouldn't have been spent on dwelling on her failures though as she might have been able to do something about the boot that was deposited firmly in her side.

"Oof!" The winding kick tumbled her over onto her side. Catching a glimpse of the redheaded woman following after her, she did the wise thing and continued to roll towards the ropes. It hadn't been quite fast enough though as she was flipped again with one more on her way out that sent her spilling off the apron to the hard floor below.

Lyla was nearly dead weight when Thorn started to pull her upright. The Irish girl had done as much as reach up, pawing at her opponents leg and gripping loosely a forearm, but she seemed pretty out of it still. There wasn't any witty banter to be had currently as all her mental facilities were being spent on keeping upright. She swayed in place, leaning in slightly to Thorn as she stood up, knees pointed inward and legs unstable.

Ellie's impact on the floor had been rough, but she managed to soak most of the fall on her shoulder. Staring up at the ring, the silhouette of Rose was climbing out onto the apron… yeah, she was coming to take the fight on the outside. On hands and knees she started to crawl away, creating as much distance between them as she could with the hope of making it around the corner before the other woman could pick her off.

‘Hag’.

Rose was not a native English speaker, and there were times when it took her a moment to register words in that language, particularly when they were ones you rarely heard in everyday usage. That one, however, was new to her. She could’ve sworn she heard it before, but couldn’t recall the usage. Thankfully, she had a source readily available.

She stopped halfway through the ropes and looked back to her partner. ”Thorn,” She asked with a slight tinge of fire in her voice. ”What does ‘hag’ mean?”

The question caught Thorn off guard, enough that she paused in the middle of hauling Lyla back up. ”Oh, uuuuuuuuh...ever see Snow White?”

”I was five once, yes.”

”Remember the witch?”

”Yes.”

”Remember when she turned all old and ugly?”

”Yes.”

”That’s a hag.”

”Ah.” Her eyes widened, switching from their usual sensuous glare to something more sinister. ”Thank you.” Suddenly, Rose found herself wishing that she hadn’t left her whip in the corner. No matter, though. She was a versatile woman.

She dropped down behind the crawling Ellie and moved after her with slow, deliberate steps, stalking her as she attempted to make her way around the corner. Cute, really, and it gave her the best view of that lovely butt of hers. Along with a few ideas. ”That was very rude thing you just said, Ellie. Very rude. I think you owe me an apology.” She reached down, slipped her fingers around the bottom of her leotard and began to yank back on it, pulling her away, exposing her ass, and testing its durability all at once. For her sake, Rose hoped that Bangarang didn’t skimp on their costume materials.

Back inside, Thorn was only half aware of Ellie’s predicament, more focused on picking up with Lyla now that her head was clearing up. She could’ve continued slinging the woman around the ring, and she was sorely tempted to, but better angels prevailed for once. Rose didn’t want to break her, not just yet. That called for a little caution. A little.

”Let’s see if I can’t wake you up a bit.” She switched her hold up and wrapped her arms around Lyla’s neck, squeezing tight and pressing the smaller woman against her chest, hard enough to hurt...but also enough to let her breast come over and engulf her face from the sides. It wasn’t enough to smother her out, not quite. Lyla could probably work her head well enough to get it free and breath, maybe even talk. Thorn was seriously hoping she’d used that mout for more interesting things, though. As a little incentive, she moved forward and pressed Lyla against the corner, keeping her pinned there while she slid a muscular thigh between her legs, starting up a nice, slow motion. Up, down, up, down…

A preview. Just a little taste of what she could look forward to.[/color][/color]