Making an Impression

The Irish lass was discovering something, outside the fact she was more daring here with Thorn than she had ever been anywhere else. It was that while she didnt have the power to go blow for blow with the Aussie. Big surprise. But she knew how to even the playing field and all it took was Thorn herself. The bigger they are, the harder they fall after all.

The landing up against Thorn had been rough, but she had played on a swing set enough as a kid to handle the second part and whipped them both to the ground. The worry of not entirely connections never crossed her mind until she saw Thorn's big frame pass over her with the impact to come to a stop behind her. That would have really ruined her momentum if the larger woman just fell over on top of her.

Lyla hadn't escaped unscathed however. A hard landing across Thorn to set up the DDT had been another unwanted blow to her stomach that left her panting on the floor. It hadn't been good for her back either, but even with that she was pretty sure she had made it out better than Thorn… who was already getting up. Wow.

Lyla groaned softly as she sat up, rolling over onto her knees. She hadn't even been the one to take the move and she felt more sluggish than the big woman. That was fine. They had time on the outside still, the furthest place from Rose, why not indulge. The pink haired girl trudged towards Thorn, holding her back as she move, pace quickening once Thorn was nearly up. Kicking a foot out she tried to shove the larger woman into the steel steps while simultaneously using her as a step stool to sit herself back on the apron.

"Thought of a new nickname yet? I was thinking something along the lines of "love of my life" but we can workshop it." She brought her legs wide, trying to catch the Aussie's head from behind with her legs, pulling her in between her thighs to apply a headscissor. Thorn was strong, crazy strong, and Lyla had no doubt the woman could flapjack her if she wanted, so she took precautions. On the apron, she reached back to hold onto the ropes, anchoring her in place while she tried to apply the choke as payment for the earlier bearhug.

Rose watched all this unfold from the other side of the ring, casually glancing at the titantron to see what she was missing elsewhere. The referee kept glancing her way, as if she expected her to do something about her partner’s predicament, like she was going to swing around and interrupt this to swing back in their favor. Her little fiasco with the hentai champion no doubt left a few negative impressions.

Really, she needn’t worry about that sort of thing. This was Thorn’s first match, their testing phase, and she wanted to make sure her tag partner was capable of holding her own in a real match, not just the heated spars they had. She could teach her all day, but the best way to learn was by doing. Lyla was looking like the perfect opponent for that, someone who could show Thorn all the areas she needed work in.

The proof was in the scene - Thorn on the floor, steadily pushing her way up as Lyla neared, when the scene should’ve been reversed. She’d just managed to get on two feet when Lyla kicked her back down, nearly ramming her face into the steel steps, with Thorn just barely able to get her arms up in time to stop the impact.

A close call, yes. But Thorn’s relief was short lived. Lyla’s thighs saw to that.

They came around her neck like a noose, clamping down tight and squeezing. Lyla was by far not the strongest woman she’d ever encountered, but she knew how to use what strength she had, applying some real force to Thorn’s neck and making every single breath a struggle. She doubted this would be enough pressure to knock her out, but that might not have even been the point, really. It was keeping her in place, sapping her stamina, and it was set up in a way that she couldn’t get out. Thorn jerked forward, twice, trying to yank Lyla forward and dump her on the floor, but it wasn’t happening. The woman was used the ropes as an effective anchor.

But there were other options. Fun options. Brute force wasn’t the only weapon in Thorn’s arsenal.

”Strawberry?” She wheezed out those three syllables as her hands roamed over her opponent’s thighs, caressing the instruments of her torture, massaging the muscle.

”Spitfire?” And those hands kept going upwards, reaching above her head and coming to Lyla’s stomach. They stayed there for a moment, feeling over the Irishwoman’s abdominals, before they went southward again, this time venturing toward’s Lyla’s softest spot. Teasing, probing fingers slid into her pants and disappeared in the darkness, slithering about, mapping the area out with gentle touches, looking for anything that might get a reaction. Something hot, perhaps. Hot and wet and wanting.

”Pet?”

"Nuh uh uh." Lyla chirped playfully, giving her legs a hard twist as Thorn attempted to tug herself free. After the first one she had doubled down on her grip of the ropes, looping her arms around to to take the power of her anchor outside of her finger grip strength and put it in the entire length of her arms. She strained a bit, trying to pull Thorn in from the corner like feeling in a big fish she had just caught.

"Strawberry's cute. Is that your favorite fruit? It's a bit of a mouth full though. Too many syllables." The Irish woman extended her legs, hooked at the ankles to construct the hold in small pulses, mimicking the earlier bearhug treatment entirely. She cooed in apparent delight as her prey ran hands up along her thighs, enjoying the attention.

"Spitfire sounds like a stage name. Accurate, but it isn't really sexy sounding." She threw back her head, giving her hair a small flick. The Irish woman gave a soft sigh, seemingly content to keep Thorn in her grasp for as long as she could. It was adorable to feel her hands roaming around, looking for an escape…

"Ngh." Lyla let out a small grunt of surprise as thick fingers pressed against her navel, slipping down into her wrestling shorts. Unlike her top, she was wearing some manner of panties. A thin soft material with a bit of lace. Very classy. She drew in a deep breath, one of both surprise and invigilation as Thorn slid deeper, able to go wherever she pleased without hindrance. Lyla buckled, a small quiver running through her body at this womans touch nudging where she shouldn't have let it go but wanted it to. Thorn had found exactly what she would want.

"Pet… is a bit… mm… generic... something better. Think of something be- ngh.. better." She let out a shuddering breath, arching her back against the ropes. Her scissor was weakening little by little, unable to keep her solid form under heavy petting. It wouldn't be long before her ankles would unlatch, leaving her legs just resting across the Aussie's shoulders.

As scissorholds go, Lyla had one of the better ones that Rose had seen, a topnotch squeeze. She was by no means the strongest wrestler in this league, but her thighs packed some impressive power for their size, rippling with sinewy strength. If anything, being so slim made them more difference than bigger, bulky thighs. Legs so small they could cut into you, wrap around your neck like a noose and choke you right out.

Grabbing on to the ropes was an expert addition, too, one that Rose herself probably wouldn’t have thought of. Solid confirmation that Lyla was more than met the eye, as she hampered Thorn with a move that she couldn’t escape from. Not with her skills as a wrestler.

But her skills as a dominatrix? That was a different story.

The change was so stark, so sudden, that it could only have been quicker if Lyla had an on-switch in her pants. Thorn’s fingers went to work and her opponent was wrapped up in the pleasure, her body turning to jelly, her iron thighs going soft. The ankles came undone, and the hold was done from there.

After that, Thorn could’ve gone right to the assault and wrecked Lyla from there. It was a tempting idea, and she’d likely indulge it in a moment. Before that, though, she wanted to stoke these fires. Just a bit.

”More of a banana women. Don’t read into it.” As fun as it was to work her over like this, she could do better if she was facing Lyla, so that’s what she went, turning around all the way. The first order of business was to kill the threat of those legs, so she brought her arms up and got in between them, spreading Lyla wide on the apron. Just a quick intermission, and then the show started once again.

She used on hand to peel down the front of Lyla’s pants, exposing her to the fresh air, while the other reached underneath her legs and found a nice, ripe cheek to squeeze and caress. ”Lollipop?” She dipped forward, running her tongue along the outskirts of her opponent’s waiting pussy. ”Cupcake?” She blew hot breath over the wet spot, before diving in and giving her lower lips a soft, tender kiss, dipping in with her tongue before she pulled away. ”My little plaything. That one was a personal favorite, spoken with some edge, and her tongue lashed out against the folds to emphasize it, fluttering about like butterfly wings.

This was her element, an instrument she was quite skilled with, and she played Lyla was a stradivarius in her hands. She paid close attention to every reaction, pushing her to the edge, but never over, making sure the release would be in sight but always out of release. She wanted Lyla to explode, but not quite yet, not like this. No, she had a few ideas to execute before they reached that high, and there’d be denial to go along with the teasing until then.

"Reading is boring." Lyla breathed out a sigh, giving her legs a playful kick as they dangled behind Thorn's head. When the Aussie moved to push her thighs wide, she hadn't even tried to stop her, inviting the intrusion after she had taken what she wanted from the big woman in their exchange.

When Thorn's fingers wrapped around her bottoms she leaned back, letting her arms slip from the ropes to more easily lounge across the apron. She had gotten a taste of what Thorn had to offer and clearly wanted more. She opened her mouth to respond to the nicknames but let out a light moan instead when a tongue traversed her body, slipping so close where she wanted it most.

She bit her lip hard, back arching as Thorn's lips were pressed upon her and a teasing bit of tongue. She was waiting for the drop, inviting Thorn to take her here and now but she just wouldn't. These hot breathes, intimate touches, they were all great, but she wanted more.

"So I'm yours then?" The Irish lass let out a pleasant sigh, not at all seeming to be opposed to this idea. Though at the very same time she was tugging at her legs, trying to get them free and starting to sit up. While she didn't really want to escape, she wanted to force Thorn's hand to make her stop. Put her in her place rather than keep teasing her.

The audience was getting behind this, loving the unexpected dip into deep hentai territory. They were always eager to see someone new, but even more eager to see someone new like this. This was the sort of thing they came for in droves, after all, loving every moment as Lyla thrashed and moaned and squirmed under Thorn’s attentions. A live-action porn, with the climax rapidly approaching…

And they would get what they came for, too. Thorn would make sure of that. Just not right now.

Lyla seemed to understand the game, too, as the woman made an effort to sit up and escape, trying to get free - nobody in attendance could’ve believed she really wanted that, especially before she’d had her release. This was just another little game they were playing, a way to keep the play going, and Thorn was game for it, ready to put down the resistance. ”All mine.”

Her arms had an abrupt change of roles, moving away from their gentle caresses and wrapping around Lyla’s svelte waste, pulling her off the apron with a vicious yank and clutching the smaller woman against her chest, holding her horizontal. Thorn dropped down to a single knee and hammered Lyla’s back against the top of her thigh, splitting her down the middle with a classic backbreaker, but that wouldn’t be the end of it. Instead of letting her flop free, Thorn pressed one hand against her opponent’s throat and the other against her lap, bending her, seeing just how flexible her new toy was.

And, of course, she made sure to keep the heat going. Thorn gripped the front of Lyla’s hot pants and yanked them down her thigh, letting the whole world know her taste in undergarments, before those probing fingers went right back to their work. Slipping underneath the panties, she dipped her middle finger into Lyla’s pussy, starting a slow, deliberate stroke.

”You wouldn’t be the first, won’t lie. Broken in plenty of slaves. Dozens. But you…” She dipped down and ran her teeth across Lyla’s stomach, leaving a trail of hot saliva in her wake. ”Thinking you could be special. The things I could do with a body like this and some rope...”

Lyla was a simple woman. She wanted more of what she liked than what she disliked. While she was absolutely adoring Thorn's expert attention, the fact the woman kept pulling back just as she was feeling it most was a clear frustration. Being left not and bothered was becoming a nuisance. So she intended to change that by showing if the Aussie wanted to play at being such a sigh tease, she wasn't just going to take it…

This had been working under the assumption she had a choice in the matter though. It seemed as though Thorn wasn't as deeply unaware as she may have thought when she started it sit herself up. She let out a surprised gasp as she was plucked off the apron, kicking her legs as Thorn clutched her close. She had been thrown around quite a bit in her time. This woman was the first real powerhouse she had encountered though. Being hoisted and held so effortlessly was an interesting feeling.

The time in which she had to consider this was short lived as the Aussie brought her down over top a leg, treating the Irish woman almost like a wishbone. Brought down hard across the larger woman's knee she leg out a gasping scream of pain as she was slammed down and forced against the grain of her back. My how she bent as well, the flexible Lyla looked almost unnatural once Thorn had ratcheted up the force on either side of her, able to pretty much force the pink haired girl's knees to the ground on one side and head on the other.

Her struggles now, opposed to earlier in the match had become quite real. Fingers clutching at the hand shoving her head backwards, legs trying to shuffle from side to side, seeking room to try and kick out or means to slip her free from atop this painful summit that was Thorn's leg. She couldn't stop the larger woman from yanking her bottom down exposing her already set panties to the audience. Simple and black, a tasteful shimmering material with lace trim.

Her tortured cry of pain warped before everyone's very safe once Thorn had plunged back inside of her. Lyla growled in frustration though it was intermingled by moans she was unable to keep from surface despite the fiery struggle she was putting up. Any time the domme rubbed or nudged her just right the shudder that ran through her laces her struggles just enough to easily apply more pressure if wanted putting her in a twisted cycle of pain.

"Gah! Y-you bitch!" She let out a groan, squirming ineffectively in the hold as Thorn played with her. She had some measure of power in their earlier engagements. An ability to shut Thorn down or retaliate, but like this she was fully at Thorn's mercy which was something that was new to her.

"Fu- urgh!" She thrashed a bit at the sensation of Thorn's teeth against her taut stretched body. She could feel the heat of the saliva left drawn across her and the faint chill that it brought with the breeze of air on the wet surface. "You better h-have ngh! A lot of rope, because I… grrrargh, I'm goin' kick you in the face after this!"

Thorn was having a hard time finding things she didn’t like about Lyla, frankly. Everything about the woman seemed to suit her sensibility.

Easy to throw around.

More durable than she would’ve guessed.

Oh so very willing for everything that came here way, at least when pleasure was concerned.

Good enough to be a challenge worth the effort of conquering.

That last bit was an important part, and she knew it pleased Rose more than anyone. They couldn’t have asked for a better tag team to start off with. A pair of women strong enough to give them problems, but ones they could crush, while showing all they had to offer. The ideal debuting team.

It was all working out perfectly, even if Lyla probably wasn’t too pleased with the current situation, thrahing about like a live wire. Thorn, however, could not have been more content with the results. ”Woo, look at ya! Flex. I. Ble.” She cackled and plunged her finger in even deeper, jackhammering her as she continued to test the limits of her spine. ”Me and Rose’re gonna put this to the test, trust me.”

Her laughing went down to a low chuckle as Lyla issued her threats, and she didn’t have the least bit of doubt that the woman could make good on them, if given a chance. For now, though, she was under Thorn’s control, at her whims, and she wanted to make it was 100% clear what that meant. Some law needed to be laid.

She pulled those pants down even further, all the way to Lyla’s ankles, using them to keep her kicking in check. ”Making threats, hm? Being a very bad girl.” She pulled her finger away from it’s work and grabbed hold of Lyla’s side, pulling her in class and flipping her onto her stomach. She pressed her head down, forcing that sweet ass of hers into the air. ”Know what I do to bad girls?”

She was sure that Lyla would have a very creative response, and she’d even wait a moment to hear it, before she raised her hand and began to spanking away, pelting each butt cheek with stinging slaps. She’d take a break after a few and mix in some pleasure, grasping her ass and leave her fingers squeeze at the flesh, massaging it deep...but then it was right back to the spanking.

An experienced woman like Thorn would know when she reached the limit of the Lyla's body, when tension and strain became far greater than then push the Aussie felt from the resisting woman. Mechanical failure would only occur once the machine had been pushed well past it's constraints and nearly bend backwards in a horseshoe seemed to be where the gears and dogs that made up the Irish woman are in danger of blowing out.

By the time her shorts had been yanked down around her boots she was pulled so taut that even her kicking has been subdued, adding another layer of unnecessary precaution for when things changed. It was hard to kick someone with bound ankles at all. Without much difficulty she was flipped over, abdomen sliding down the other woman's outstretched thigh as her cheek was pushed to the cold floor. While an arguable more degrading, it wasn't threshing snap her in two.

She breathed out a heavy with relief why it lasted, remaining still and limp across the Aussie's leg to just… take a moment. "Offer them shrimps on the barbie and kangaroo rides?" Her voice was tired and muffled with half her face ground into the ringside area. " And throw back that pig swill you dingos call beer?" She was fast running out of Australian stereotypes to jab Thorn with. If she had foreseen this is how her evening would be going she would have googled a few more.

Lyla's body jumped at the hard spank, getting a yelp from her as well as Thorn palm clapped her lovely bottom. It breathed life into her, renewing her struggle as she pawed at the ground, boots scuffing the floor as she tried to work her way free with her ankles still stuck together.

Though it looked like she was putting up a hell of a fight, if she managed to start making some leeway in escaping, Thorn would always find it incredibly easy to drag her back to the start to continue her punishment, almost as if the Irish woman wasn't really set on freedom. Lyla would take a small break in her struggling when Thorn eased up to give her a nice rub down before their little game resumed again.

Thorn had given Lyla’s breasts most of the attention in this match, but that was really an oversight on her part - now that she had a good look at it, could see it up close and full and with much in the way of clothes to encumber the view, she had to concede that her ass was, at the very least, just as pleasing a sight to behold, and maybe just a tad moreso. She always had a taste for the smaller, athletic butts, ones where you could see and feel the tone with ease, and this one fit snugly into that category. The woman it was attached to was a treat, so that was a nice bonus.

It was the perfect ass for spanking, getting just the right amount of jiggle with every stroke, reveling in the way it danced about. It helped that she didn’t have to put too much effort into her strokes, able to aim them with precision, targeting all the juicy spots. She’d wager that Lyla could’ve likely gotten free if she really wanted to, or at least put up more of a struggle than this. Instead, Thorn was just getting the token fight, enough to not be a complete pushover. A good sign that she wasn’t the only one having fun, here.

God, she needed to get Lyla into her home dungeon. Just the two of them, some wines, rope, and a few wax candles…

The thought alone was enough to make her shiver, and she let out some of the steam jerking down, opening her mouth, and giving Lyla’s rump a deep bite, savagely sinking her fangs into the flesh. She gave it a good yank, a terrier with her chew toy, before she pulled away. ”That’s for the junk about our beer. Swear, you Irish muppets think you invented the stuff.”

Lyla’s butt had been left sufficiently reddened and Thorn enjoyed the process, but now it was time to get business rolling again.  She had a fair idea of where she wanted to go with this next, but she needed her opponent back in the ring for it. Time to get things moving.

Her arms came around Lyla’s waist, lifting her up as Thorn stood, letting her dangle about. The domme took a deep breath, dipped down, then surged upward with a sudden burst of strength, flipping her opponent’s body about all the way and dropping her back down hard onto the ring apron, slamming her into the hardest part of the ring. ”In you go.” She gave Lyla a hard shove after that, rolling her back in under the ropes and following behind her soon after.