Round 1: Wells Quinn vs. Gemma Piper

Looking back at the fight, Wells might have been glad that Gemma did her move to save her from any more than a small brush of the lips. However, her eyes widened as her wais wast squeezed tightly. "Greeeh!" She said as she squirmed and winced. She opened one eye and looked down at Gemma.

Hey! Her shoulders are still down, I can handle this for three seconds! She thought as she reached out to pin Gemma's shoulders down as she felt the squeeze. She tried to get some traction with her feet to push up, hoping to put some leverage on Gemma's shoulders as the ref counted.

"One!"

"eeeee!!" Gemma squeeked as the hand slapped the mat, not expecting Wells to keep on trying for the pin while she was in the body scissors. The ref's hand came down a again "Two!"

With that Gemma clenched her teeth togeather and bucked up hard with her hips, her girl-hood bumping right into Well's soft belly and moving her upwards. It was enough to break the pin but in the same move Gemma would try to twist her hips firmly to one side, hoping to make Wells fall over onto the side with Gemma's legs still wrapped around her, so that she could apply the body scissors without the worry of being pinned.

Wells' eyes widened for the briefest moment as the hand slapped down a second count. Would she actually be able to do it? Hope quickly dashed from her face as Gemma bucked up and then rolled her to the side. Now she was in trouble and began to wiggle and squirm to try and and get out of the vice grip.

"Nggh! Hey... Get off me!" She said with one closed eye as she grunted and tried to push down on Gemma's legs. "ehhhnhhh" She huffed out as she could feel herself getting squeezed. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and tried again to push Gemma off. This time she planted both her hands on Gemma's breasts and pushed for dear life, grunting and not even realizing how potentially embarrassing the situation was as she dug her fingers into the supple orbs.

Gemma let out a couple of cute pants as she succeeded in dropping Wells onto her side and then squeezed in with her cosy smooth thighs.

"Wells is proving to be quite a tough little kawaii for Baby Blossom in this match.." Gemma continued the commentry like a narrator of some facinating story, or one of the AFW employed commentators "But will she be a match for Baby Blossoms lushious thighs..?" Just then Wells suddenly grabbed forwards, her little hands clasping right onto Gemma's tender soft orbs. The gymnast gasped out, squinting her eyes shut with a blush on her cheeks, her hands going up to grab at Wells' wrists to try and stop her as her nipples pressed right into the palms of Well's hands

"...Like...wise.." Wells grunted as she shut her eyes tightly. She felt Gemma's nipples against her palms and a deep blush suddenly came over her as she realized what she was doing. She tried to tug her hands away but felt her wrist held tightly. Now she was completely trapped and was on the verge of submitting from the pain. The only thing she could think to do, didn't really come to mind but as she did it she spoke. "Wells... Is sory... Again.." She curled her fingers into Gemma's breasts and pulled down as hard as she could. She hoped something would come from the impromptu breast rake, whether it be enough pain for Gemma to release her or whether it was ripping the thin fabric and embarrassing her out of the whold she didn't know or care. She just hoped for something, otherwise she would have to submit.

"yah!!" Gemma yipped out as Wells dug in with her little fingernails, Gemma yanked Well's hands away from her chest which probably wasn't the best choice of actions to do as Well's fingers torn a chunk of the pink leotard away over Gemma's right breast. Gemma shoved Wells away and rolled in the opposite direction before moving onto her hands and knees, unaware as yet that a small hole had been ripped and a piece of the pink material was dangling down to reveal her right nipple

Wells rolled rather un eloquently when she was shoved and got to her knees, thrusting her but in the air as she gasped for breath and clutched her sides. Unconcerned with Gemma at the moment, she was just glad to be free. As she gasped her felt something in her hand. "Eh?" She said as she saw a little piece of pink material. She turned her head slightly and attempted to find Gemma. She notice a little nipple poking out from Gemma's torn leotard. Her face instantly blushed and she turned her head back away from Gemma and buried it in the mat again. "Cold in here..." She muttered to herself.

Gemma saw Well's response and looked down in her hand to see the piece of cute pink material... putting two and two togeather to realize there was only one place it could have come from, she looked...

"Ahh!" She gasped in shook, moving her hand to cover herself up.. a big blush coming to her cheeks "I didn't realize you wanted a piece of me that much..."

Wells shot up but fell back and landed on her butt. Her eyes widened. "No, no, no!" She said waving her hands, her eyes widening. Her cheeks blushed almost as red as Gemma's. "It was just insticnt! I didn't even think! I promise!" She said panting. "I-I promise I won't look!" Too much... It's hard NOT To look. She thought.

Although Gemma figured that perhaps Wells was being geniune, she did seem amusingly flustered by this.. Gemma was still blushing but had quietened down as Wells tried to explain herself.

"Really..?" Gemma asked sweetly, she moved her hand around to rub her nipple, almost as if to draw attention to that spot. Then she slowly slipped her hand away to reveal the young nip...

In the hope that Wells avert/close her eyes or even become transfixed on the nipple... Gemma would move forwards to grab her right leg up while placing her stocking foot on the left leg, still blushing as she tried to lift Wells thighs apart into a splits hold...