Riley Beckett vs. Blossom Fields - Practice Makes Perfect

Phew, that was a close, could’ve been way, way worse. Now, Blossom just had to turn around, get into position, and-

Oops.

Blossom turned around just in time to be greeted by Riley’s knees heading straight for her face. She had little time to do anything but be surprised by them, before her skull was ramming into the pads at mach speed, drilling her hard enough to make the ring shake.

It wasn’t enough to knock her out, not quite, but it left her loopy and turned her legs to jelly. Down she went, flat on her butt, sitting in the corner like she’d just been placed in timeout, her eyes totally glazed over in the stupor.

Oh yeah, that one connected hard, Riley could feel it in her knee after impact. Felt good too. She had massive respect for how skilled Blossom was, but considering the woman had been keeping pace with Riley the entire match, it felt good to land a solid blow that put things back in her advantage.

"Woah...looking a little glazed there cutie, I might have hit you harder than I thought." Riley said, waving her hand in front of a dazed looking Blossoms face. "Tell you what, I'll give you a bit of a breather before I finish this, alright?"

She said with a cute smile, before turning around and grabbing the top ropes, starting to, surprisingly, gyrate her cute butt in front of the recovering girl.

"And just to give you a prize for being such an awesome opponent..." she teased, before pressing her booty into Blossoms face, starting to rub it against the amateur wrestlers cute face!

Oof. That was…something.

Had Blossom taken a hit like that before? She was fairly sure she couldn't remember being rocked so bad, but she must’ve been, right? She’d been pinned off stuff like this before. Lost matches over it. But she was better now, tougher, she’d trained for this sort of thing. She just had to keep her head together, stay focused, and…

…was Riley shaking her butt in her face?

Blossom blinked as she came back to reality, making sure she was seeing what she was seeing. Yup, that was happening. Even more, Riley made a show out of it and gave her face a good rubbing. It…wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it was more than a little mortifying, too. She could appreciate the sentiment, she really could, but Blossom had been dropping hints about this sort of behavior the whole match, and it wasn’t sinking in.

Well, fine. She had a solution for that.

Blossom took the extra to recoup, gather her bearings, and went to work. She moved forward, sliding her head in between Riley’s legs, and rose to her feet as she came out of the corner, hoisting the kiwi on her shoulders in as she went. She took a few steps forward to get clear of the corner, then arched her back and brought her opponent crashing into the mat backfirst, hammering her into the canvas with an… ”Electric Chair Suplex!”

Riley was enjoying herself, shaking her booty in Blossoms face. The girl was super cute after all, and Riley was never against having a cute gal's face against her butt!

Something changed however, as she felt Blossom move her head, and before Riley could react, she was being lifted up onto Blossoms shoulders as she got back to her feet!

"W-woah! What are you...w-wait a sec-AHH!"

Within seconds, she went from rising up into the air, to being dropped back, slamming her back onto the mat, the back of the blonde kiwi's head smacking off the mat, leaving the girl dazed and seeing stars and black spots in her vision after that devastating move!

Up. Down. Boom. Blossom arched her back after that crazy impact, turning her body into an upside-down U as she really drove into it, milking the power for all it was worth. The referee was quick to move in, too, dropping next to them to start up the count.

”1…!”

”Not done yet!” Maybe Blossom could’ve pinned Riley right here and now, maybe not, but she wasn’t in a mood to take chances. The New Zealander had already shown she was good at turning a situation around, and she wasn’t about to give her a second chance.

She threw her legs up while she grasped Riley’s thighs, rolling over to her front and forcing her opponent to do the same. From there, she promptly pulled her head out from between her thigh and reached around the waist, looking like she was going for another deadlift German Suplex.

Nope. Not exactly.

Instead, she stood up and promptly fell backwards, pulling Riley along for the ride as she went into a full backwards tumble, building up momentum as they rolled. She came up to her feet, gripped her opponent tight, then pulled her up one more time for the biggest German Suplex she could muster, as she attempted to slam her foe down and bridge her out with the best suplex in her arsenal.

”Chaos Theory Suplex!”

The next several seconds were very confusing for young Riley, the kiwi's head absolutely throbbing and still seeing stars and spots in her vision, and while still trying to recover from that, Blossom had full reign over her limp body, and soon enough, the world got dizzy on top of everything else!

Unable to resist or counter the girl forcing her to roll around, Riley only just briefly got a moment of clarity...as she was being lifted in the air again, letting out a worried cry before that cry turned to another one of pain as she was german suplexed onto the ring, her shoulders and the back of her head once again smacking hard onto the mat, letting out a pained whimper as her limp legs folded over her head!

"Ahh...oww..ghh..."

It worked.

It worked, it worked, it worked!

Blossom was so ecstatic about nailing this move that she almost let it go by accident after the impact. Before she had only ever done this move in practice, never performed it during a match, and she wasn’t sure she could execute after being dragged through a heavy match.

But okay, no time to brag, no time to celebrate. The match wasn’t won yet, not even close. She still had to bring this home.

With her opponent still firmly in her clutches, Blossom bridged out and held the pin, looking to keep Riley’s shoulders firm on the mat. The referee was quick to drop down and start the count. ”1…!”

Riley was a lot of things. She was a tough girl, she was a dedicated girl, she was fun, flirty, sensual, jealous, rage-ful, confident, OVER-confident, and about a dozen other noteworthy things.

Like, right now for instance, she was completely and utterly out of it.

"2...!"

The referee yelled, fans excited to see if the newcomer was going to kick out of the impressive rolling German suplex that Blossom had busted out on her, or if Blossom, not known for many victories, was about to claim a well earned win!

"...3!"

But despite the kiwi's ability and resilience, she was too out of it to kick out, her body falling over limp as Blossom was named the winner via pinfall, Riley groaning and holding her head, the spots in her vision starting to fade away as she soothed the pain in her scalp, wondering just where she lost control of everything.

After the final count, Blossom let go of Riley and flopped flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling with wide, disbelieving eyes. There was the bell. Her theme music was playing. The crowd was cheering - well, cheering and muttering in confusion, but there was definitely more of the former than the latter. It was so surreal, but it all added up to one, simple, yet impossible conclusion.

She’d won. Blossom had finally won a match.

She sat up slowly, breathing fast, not even sure what she was feeling? Joy? Yeah, there was that, but this was a different kind of it than she usually experienced. Being with Death Bunny gave her joy. Eating Neapolitan ice cream gave her joy. This was something wild, beautiful, raw. She was alive. She was free.

”I won!” She popped up to her feet and did laps around the ring, moving like she’d just won the championship. She nearly tripped a few times, too. ”IwonIwonIwonIwonIwonIwon-”

She almost got so wrapped up in the moment that she forgot about her opponent. Winning was great and all, but she had been on the other end so much that she knew the feeling all too well.

Blossom slammed on the brakes and made her way over to Riley, extending her hand to help her up. ”Sorry, got carried away.” She had a quick, sheepish chuckle. ”That was a really good match.”

Riley groaned on the mat, slowly shaking her head and letting the spots and stars in her vision fade...revealing an image of Blossom, looking happy and smiling and...offering her a hand up? Why was their music playing...

Oh...

Ohhhhhh...

Well...damn.

Realizing she had officially lost her debut match, Riley sighed and groaned inwardly while her head throbbed. She fucked up, no doubt about it. She had everything going right in her favor, and messed it up by getting cocky. Damn.

Still...that wasn't Blossom's fault...so, with a groan, the blonde kiwi reached up and took Blossoms hand, accepting the help to her feet, leaning on Blossom for balance as she stood up.

"T-thanks...damn, you really knocked me for a loop with those last few moves...I'm guessing you probably didn't enjoy my butt in your face like I thought you would then..." she half-joked with a chuckle.