Marisa and Tasha

Tasha smiles a little, leaning up to smooch her cheek. "Hmm... name your terms, hun."

"Well, we're both a little worked up, so a single fall match would be over fairly quick." Marisa said thoughtfully. "Perhaps, two of three. Or...if you're really daring, we could have a Hentai pinfall contest. Pins only count after you make the other cum."

Tasha chuckles softly at her offer. "Well... lets do something with low stakes, ok? We'll do a normal hentai match. Sound fun?" She asked, touching Marisa's nose with a single finger, brushing her finger across the bridge of Marisa's nose.

"Fair enough...but don't blame me if it ends too quickly for your liking." Marisa replied with smile.
However, the Platinum Blond's concerns proved to be unfounded. Marisa's locker jammed, and had to be opened by a maintenance worker giving the girls plenty of recovery time.
Now in the ring, Marisa was clad in a pink bikini style workout outfit. She bounced on the mat a few times as she looked to Tasha.
"Well, that took awhile, but here we are..."

Tasha nodded a little, standing in her normal dominatrix leathers, and rested a hand on her hips while she sized her up. "Yep... more than ready, love..."

"Well, in that case." Marisa said before lunging forward, looking to plant a foot into the submission queen's stomach. If it works, she'll begin what looked like a suplex, one arm wrapping around Tasha's neck while she was bent over. Her other hand though went between Tasha's legs to stroke her mound through the leather of the costume. After a few strokes, she lift Tasha, trying to suplex the woman while still trying to pressure her erotically.

Tasha was expecting a bell to ring, or at least some kind of signal for the match to begin. Not receiving one, she ended up caught off guard and took the knee to the stomach, bending over.

"Ugh!!" As she bent over, she'd feel Marisa wrapping an arm around her neck, and gasped as she already felt a hand between her legs. Upon feeling herself being stroked, she'd try to pull her head out from her arms. Her body was nowhere near weary enough to be held down like that.

As Tasha pulled away, Marisa lost her hold on Tasha's groin. Deciding to stay on the submission queen the former model went low, trying to grab Tasha's legs and pull them out from under her, looking to force her to the mat.

Tasha was looking for the same move, but Marisa beat her to the punch, and Tasha fell to her back onto the mat, however she'd immediately try to scissor her around the waist and roll Marisa over.

Marisa grunted as Tasha's legs wrapped around her waist and the American found herself rolled under the violet haired woman. She'll try to reach up, looking to grab Tasha's head and pull it down to her chest, trying to create a defensive position to work out of.