Making an Impression

Rose's voice had been a good marker for how slow she had progressed, just now reaching for the corner when she felt something slip under the back of her leotard. Her hair stood up on end at even that briefest of touches before it came away harshly, stretching the material to hoist her up off the ground briefly. She didn't come easily, grabbing hold of the ring dressing to going for her salvation as Rose played tug of war with her ring gear.

"Eeee! Like heck I'll apologise to you!" Ellie let out a shriek, red faced as she heard the road of the crowd and felt the breeze of the arena air on her backside each time the material was pulled back off of her. While her attire was far from impressive visually, what it lacked in flare it made up for in function. Regardless of how hard it was pulled it seemed in no danger of breaking. " Get... off!" She tucked her legs in at one such pull, time a hard mule kick back to try and take a chunk out of her pursuer when she was lifted again.

Lyla let out a soft grunt as she was pulled into the headlock. Bend forward between rock hard biceps and a bountiful chest… this was a sizable upgrade to before. Funnily it did wonders for helping her come to, even as she was backed into the corner. She turned her boots to dig into the canvas, slowing their advance to the corner. The pink haired girl wasn't putting up much of a fight, though Thorn would have figured by the way she moved her head to nuzzle her cheek to her breast, it was more of a gesture of play than a real front.

Squeezed in tight against the corner she let out a small breathy chuckle, slipping her arms around Thorn. A hand resting on the larger woman's shoulder while the other slipped around to cup her backside in what looked to be her trying to push the woman back but was actually just her giving the Aussie a delightful squeeze.

"You should have ngh... opened with this." Lyla murmured quietly as Thorn's thigh pushed up between her legs. She left her legs loose, enough that the other woman needed to push in on her to rub up against her crotch but not enough to prevent it from happening. This was the sort of rough treatment she could get behind as opposed to being punched in the face. Her tongue slipped between her lips, gliding up along the opening in the larger woman's top, replaying her a bit for the earlier grope.

The crowd had been on the fence about this whole thing, but now that everyone was getting into the action, they’d fully gotten behind it. After all, there was a little something for everyone, here.

On the outside, Rose was having more aggressive, humiliating fun with Ellie, putting her ring gear to the test. The fabric was passing with flying colors so far, and despite what the rabble might’ve thought, she wasn’t the least bit disappointed about that - if it had ripped, the poor little thing would probably go running for the hills, and then Rose would miss out on so much fun. No, if there was any unwrapping to be done, it would have to be later, after she was worn down properly, not an ounce of fight left.

That time might’ve been further coming than she’d hoped, though. Maybe she’d taken too much time with her little English lesson, maybe Ellie was made of harder stuff than she’d surmised, maybe some combination both - whatevere the reason, the sprite had enough energy to shoot both of her legs out and land a solid blow in Rose’s stomach, driving the wind clean out of her in one blow. She went staggering back, her high click-clacking along the floor, and if it weren’t for the barricade she might’ve fallen flat.

As it was, she wound up leaning against the barrier for a moment, rubbing her stomach and recovering, growling at Ellie through her gritted teeth. ”Never say never, slave.”

On the inside, things were taking a decidedly slower turn, as Thorn and Lyla got to spend some quality time with each other. Her initial plan had been to work her opponent over in the corner and hurl her out with a suplex. But she wound up rethinking that when her affections were returned. Which she did expect, naturally - just not done so well. So expertly. With such enthusiasm. This girl had a gift, a knack for putting up just the right amount of resistance to make it interesting. A rare talent.

”Could’ve, yeah, but this is a match, and it’s not that kind. Don’t think either of our partner’s would like us just fucking in the middle of the ring. Fun as that’d be.” She enjoyed the sensation of Lyla’s lips for a few more moments, getting lost in her talented tongue, but she reached up and grabbed a handful of her vibrant hair. Thorn yanked it back hard, stretching her opponent over the top turnbuckle, forcing her to bend back - not the most comfortable position. But she improved it by going back to the work she’d started in the armbar. Cupping a breast with her free hand. Rubbing it. Pulling the material back to expose it in the fresh air. Reading Lyla’s reactions all the while, curious to see how far this could go.

”Speaking of, Rose’ll want a piece of you in a minute, once she’s done with your friendgirl.” Just saying that last stupid word was enough to make her chuckle. Thanks for putting that in the vocabulary, Mom. ”So it’ll get rough again. But we can entertain each other until then.”

Lyla snickered softly between pressing her lips to the lovely breasts in her face. Thorn almost made her feel like a bad partner, to Ellie at least. She wouldn't have really put much thought into what her friend would have thought about getting down and dirty with the big girl. It was easier to ask forgiveness than permission,  phrase she almost exclusively lived by.

"What makes this fun is that we're not supposed to be doing it, dummy." Despite what she said could have been taken as an insult, her tone carried with it a feeling of endearment as she berated the other woman. As those fingers curled in her hair and pulled her head back, she fought it, making Thorn work to wrench her backwards until her chest was pushed out and back arched under the strain. The Irish lass let out a pained moan as her body was bent to the Aussie's wants.

Fingers curled over Thorn's broad shoulder, digging her nails into the woman's tattooed flesh as her body bobbed with each rolling palm of the big woman's massage of her chest. Her legs kicked, making a show of a struggle, but ultimately a fruitless one. Why would she want to get out of this anyway?

"Friendgirl? Christ above, don't ever egh… say that again." She winced, trying to reposition herself in such a way that her back wasn't so contorted… that was really her only complaint at the moment. Her hand that had been happily living on Thorn's backside reached up to rest on the bicep of that arm that was fondling her, giving some pushback to the groping. There was some real effort here, but it never got too intense. It wasn't like she could overpower Thorn on raw strength anyway.

Ellie dropped to the floor, her leotard snapping against her backside with a loud crack. She let out a cry of pain, reaching back to untuck where it had started to sink between her cheeks. She wasn't keen on any sort of wedgie treatment tonight. Using the apron dressing to drag herself up to her feet. She stood tall, narrowed eyes boring into Rose... But sure to keep them high above what she seemed the Domme's "danger zone".

She seemed to take the escape as a victory, especially with how Rose snarled back at her. Like any mature adult, her first instinct was to stick out her tongue at the busty woman opposite her. "Nyeh!" Another small detail hadn't been lost on her either. She wasn't sure if it was an accident or not, but in the shuffle of the run ins Thorn had managed to pin Lyla in Bangarang's corner. There was a knowing gleam in her eye as she shifted her gaze between the two in the ring and Rose.

Without a second thought she sprang up onto the apron, tagging herself in with a palm across the back of Lyla's shoulder. The Irish woman blinked with her head still cranes back, struggling to even see Ellie from how she was angled. The British wrestler wasted no time, gripping the top rope in both of her hands, she sprang up and swung herself through the top and middle ropes in an attempt to plow her boots into Thorn's side.

The trick, here, was finding the sweet spot with Lyla, giving her the right mix of pleasure and pain. While Thorn was new to wrestling, this was something she had extensive experience in, accustomed to manipulating her slaves and giving the right proportions of both. Everyone was different. Everyone was unique. Everyone had their own little edge, and she sensed that Lyla was a woman who liked being pinned down and controlled, but not too much - the battering that she’d given her earlier had cooled her off. But she was doing a more than admirable job of getting her back to the right spot and beyond.

”That’s my father talking, apologies. Although…” She gave the breast she’d been worshipping a quick and harsh squeeze, a brief flash of pain, just as hard as the one she’d inflicted a couple of minutes ago, though this one had its own purpose. ”You’re not the one in control, here.” The playfulness was still there in her tone, but it had a thin veneer of fire to it, now, threatening to singe Lyla if she kept playing with fire.

That out of the way, Thorn decided it was time to enjoy the fruits of her labor - namely, those perky tits in front of her face. Ellie’s token resistance wasn’t enough to deter her from pulling that top away and getting a breast out, with a hardened nub waiting for her. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, not a second for questions, as she leaned down and brought her tongue to the nipple, circling around the areola, pressing into it, giving it a suckling kiss, all before-

And then, right then, Ellie came in and ruined the whole thing.

Thorn heard the tap and the audience’s commotion, but she didn’t put two and two together until she felt the kick at her side and Ellie came barreling in. It wasn’t quite enough to knock her down, but the blow sent her staggering away, flinging her to the next corner before she could gain her footing. Rose saw it all and huffed, more irritated than anything. She’d been banking on Ellie trying to stay engaged with her, but the woman had a clearer head than she gave her credit for. That quick tag would save her from her outside plans she’d been concocted.

‘Saved’ was a relative term, though. If Rose knew Thorn, she wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted in the least, and the grimace she wore as she turned back to Ellie was a good indication of just that. ”Woman, that is the second time you’ve blindsided me. There’s not gonna be a third.”

The pink haired girl had a natural streak of rebellion in her. It didn't matter who or where, but if there was someone trying to dictate how she should act, chances were she would put up a bit of resistance in some shape or form. While the majority of this came from verbal quips, her light struggles demonstrated this as well. The more Thorn sought to outward control her without proper compensation, the more she was going to fight it.

"Your da is exactly what I want to think about right now." Lyla snickered sarcastically. She was cut short by saying anything else on the matter when Thorn gave her a hard squeeze, getting a hiss from the Irish lass, body tensing to the sudden pain. She seemed to get the picture, leaving it at that. She could do without another harsh reminder to mind her tongue… besides, she didn't really want to give Thorn a reason for going back to beating on her in other ways.

Lyla let out a soft gasp of anticipation as Thorn parted her top. She leaned into the turnbuckles, arching her back as the larger woman laid claim to her chest. The Irish woman gave out a soft purr of a moan, jitters running through her body while that rough tongue swirled around her nipple. She bit her lip, when those lips found there way to exactly where she wanted… no, needed them right now…

Then her eyes opened fully at the realization she had just been tagged out. Blinking, she peered back towards Ellie who was already in the process of swinging through the ropes. She was jostled when Thorn was hit, left hanging in more ways than one slumped up against the corner. With a soft grumble she tripped the edges of her top, wiggling them up and over her breasts again. She wasn't sure Ellie had seen nor understood what had been happening… no reason to explain. "Thanks…" She offered less than enthused for having been rescued very much against her will.

"You're welcome." The ever heroic Ellie stood between the two women in the ring, the vision of a champion standing against a dragon. With the princess rescued, all she had left was to slay the beast. While Thorn was an intimidating adversary, especially with the harsh edge on her tone, the lavender haired girl only seemed to straighten up more in the face of threats. "You should pay more attention then."


"High low." She whispered softly. Lyla squinted, a lack of understanding in her still list based mind. Once it clicked however she gave a small box and an affirmative "mhm". Lyla slipped out from behind Ellie, even as the referee was motioning for her to get on the apron. Both women split off, moving at Thorn from different angles. The swifter Lyla had circled wide while Ellie had hung back a moment before charging.

Lyla came in fast and hot, sliding low with legs outstretched, attempting to snap her thighs around Thorn's ankles to lock the woman in place. Ellie powered forward, pumping her arms hard as she covered the ground, jumping up to fire off a full extension of her legs in a missile dropkick, trying to floor the woman with Lyla's intended assistance.

Thorn liked to believe she was a woman of patience, for all her faults. Other dommes liked to rule with an iron fist, sought to crush their subjects, never seemed to have any other gear but ‘Hard-Ass Bitch’. There was certainly a place for that sort of aggression, and she could turn it up when she needed to. But she liked to take things with a more lax approach. A warm smile and soft words could set the mood in ways that yelling and screaming and barking could never accomplish. She rarely even raised her voice during a session.

But Ellie was starting to work her nerves. She didn’t mind being attacked so much, this was a wrestling match and that was expected, but the woman had a nasty habit of ruining her fun. Lyla had just the most delicious tits, and she’d only begun to work them over with her tongue. Yes, she’d certainly have more opportunities for all kinds of debauchery, but…

Whatever. Whatever. Ellie seemed set on getting serious with this, so that’s what would happen. Thorn would smash her into the canvas, work her down to the nub, get her to tap or knock her out, and then-

”Huh?”

When Thorn looked back, she found herself facing off against two opponents not one, and it took her a moment to remember why - that whole temporary two-on-one thing that came with tag matches. Not at all what she was expecting, and she hesitated for a moment, not sure how to handle it. A moment too long.

”Thorn, on your left!” Her partner called out as she made her way back to their corner, but it was too late, Lyla was already in motion. Thorn threw out a left hook at the last second, trying to knock her down, but the little nymph was already out of the way, sliding down and wrapping her ankles up with those lithe legs of her. A confusing maneuver, one that made a lot more sense when Ellie came in and shot a dropkick into her chest, drilling it into the middle.

Gravity and momentum combined, and there was no fighting it, as Thorn tipped over and fell hard on her back. She stayed there for a few seconds, too, stunned by the blow, her world flipped upside down. ”Ah, come on.”

Lyla went wide on full tilt, catching the spinning Thorn as she geared up to knock her block off. It was a shame for the big bruiser that she had no intention in staying high, dropping to her knees just as the haymaker breezed past. With a firm plant of her palm on the mat as she traveled, she popped up just enough to untuck her legs and bring them securely around Thorn's ankles, locking the big woman down chain gang style. Lyla's part had ended, so she pointed back in her position, striking a sensual pose on the mat with a wink up at Thorn.

Ellie came in like a rocket, boots impact against Thorn's chest with a loud clap, like the large woman had just belly flopped off a twenty foot diving board. Even with her meager size compared to the more impressive domme, with her partner's help it made for an easy work of the juggernaut in the ring.

Their efforts weren't over just yet however. As Thorn fell, Lyla rolled to the side, ensuring when the big woman hit the mat her knees were locked in an insight bend. To anyone but Bangarang this really didn't seem important at all, not even worth notice. To Ellie, this was a planned maneuver, one she was executing perfecting. When she hit the mat, the rookie kicked up her legs, rolling backwards into a crouch.

Her legs parted in a runners stance, kicking off the canvas to take two long strides towards Thorn. When she reached the two dowelned women she sprang up, using the big woman's knees as step stool to launch herself up into the air, twisting horizontal to come down hard across the woman's chest in a cross body splash. Immediately Lyla unlocked her legs, promptly rolling out to the apron to make sure the referee was able to count the pinfall Ellie was now trying to hook a leg to get.

From the sidelines, Rose looked over with a bemused frown, not sure what to make of all this. She’d gotten the impression that Bangarang wasn’t all that well-oiled of a machine, with the two ladies acting like they weren’t on the same page with this match, maybe not even the same book. But seeing them move, the way they took down Thorn, a woman who was close to weighing more than the both of them combined...it was worrisome. At the least, she was starting to see dismantling Ellie less as something she wanted to for a point and more something she needed to do in order to win, cutting the head off a snake.

That being said, she would still enjoy it immensely. There was just a real purpose to it, now.

Thorn, meanwhile, was less impressed by their tandem efforts, and more irritated by them. That dropkick had done good job knocking the wind out of her, but it wasn’t game-ending. All she had to do was pull her way back up, and-

Oh. Lyla had her legs trapped.

She would’ve been able to pull her way out of that if she had enough time, but a shadow came over her body before she had the chance. She looked up in time to see Ellie coming down from her on high, using her own knew as a vault to get some big air and create a real impact. The crash hit with enough force to knock the wind out of her once again, and she was left panting under the smaller woman’s body as the referee dropped down for the count.

”!...!”

As thoroughly unpleasant as that was, it wasn’t enough to keep her down - losing this match was unacceptable, losing it like this was unthinkable. She thrust up hard and shoved Ellie away right as the referee’s hand was coming down against, pushing with more than enough force to make her flop away. ”Get off, fucking Mary Poppins!” Wanting to get back on her feet and regain her stance, Thorn reached for the ropes and began the ascent, trying her best to shake this all off as she went.

On paper, both women in Bangarang had the makings of great professional wrestlers. Ellie was new to this all but an extremely hard worker, and while Lyla's interest in the competitive sport waned from time to time, she grew up around it all her life. In practice, they were a bit unpredictable. A decent foundation didn't mean much when what you were building looked like set piece out of a Tim Burton movie, their individual oddities were flaws and charms alike.

Ellie had come down hard on Thorn, even laying across her like this the size difference was alarmingly apparent. Hooking one of the woman's legs she strained to hoist it up, leaning her weight towards the woman's buxom chest to help hold her down. It worked for literally a second. When Thorn broke the pin, she did so with force, throwing Ellie up, clear off her to flail in the air before flopping back to the mat.

That shook her a bit. While Thorn looked big and strong, Elli had never really showed down against someone this much bigger than her. Having been tossed so easily was an eye opener for her, one that made her quick rise back to her feet tempered with caution. While she had the advantage of time with her foe still rising, she took stock of the ring.

Lyla was just now climbing up to her resting spot on the apron. Rose was still a ways away from them. Good. No sneak attacks and solid positioning. She just needed to figure out a way to corral and control Thorn… being defensive might work, but she wasn't particularly good at that. While many people her size were stereotyped with being sluggish, she had seen the big woman move and knew better than to make that mistake of underestimating her.

Maybe a head on approach would be best? Thorn might not expect her to be that foolhardy, especially after how the match had played out this far. They did say fortune favored the hold though, and if she was anything it was that. Ellie bounced on the balls of her feet once before taking off in another short distance sprint. Another drop kick was out of the question, and until she knew just how heavy Thorn was she wasn't going to pin herself down trying to lift her. So she went all in, closing the ground and hurling herself right at the juggernaut, trying to spear her right through the ropes in hopes of tackling her to the outside wrack up some more heavy damage on the bruiser. "All I have for you is a spoon full of whoopass!"

Lyla cringed, just a bit.

Rose canted her head to the side, noting the way that Ellie was looking around the ring after Thorn kicked out. At first she took it for fear, like the little sprite was freaking out after her opponent’s incredible burst of strength. But no, that wasn’t it,couldn’t be. Thorn’s strength was clear to everyone at this point, so Ellie was too smart to be taken off guard by it.

It only clicked after a moment - she was thinking. Analyzing. Taking a moment to scan the area, consider her next move. Very smart of her, and it made Rose all the more eager to get in there - the less time the more inexperienced Thorn spent in the ring with a woman like this, the better off they would both be.

Thankfully, she had a feeling that the winds of chance were about to sway her way, if Ellie was indeed about to try what it looked like she was about to try. ”Incoming!”

Thorn was just getting up and shaking off the cobwebs, when she heard Rose’s cry from across the ring, drawing her attention to Ellie. Sure enough, the smaller woman was coming at her head on, charging towards her and closing the distance with a short sprint. Not the worst move, probably thinking she could just barrage her before she could get her shit together.

Gutsy. Wouldn’t work, but gutsy.

Thorn launched herself forward with an explosive burst of speed, closing the gap between them far quicker than Ellie was likely anticipating. The woman was going down, looking for a spear, and it just so happened that her choice of move put her in prime position for one of Thorn’s signatures - she leaped forward, raised her leg, and shot her with a running knee to the face, putting their combined momentum behind an attack she liked to call…

”LIGHTS OUT!”