Positive vs Negative Energy Willow vs Maya!

Continuing to hold her opponent down in one spot, something happened that surprised her. She could feel her opponent reaching up and groping one of her breasts. Her look of apathy turned to one of surprise for a moment while looking down at her opponent. It was clear to her that her opponent had stopped playing fair, but she didn't mind all that much. Its not like she cared that much about winning kr losing anyways. She let her opponent get a few gropes in and held the hold until Willow popped the question on her. That through her for even more of a loop.

She let go of the hold entirely and would just attempt to hold her opponent down with her foot, looking down at her. At first she was going to just deny her outright, but then she attacked Maya's weakspot. She was going to pay for everything? So that meant that Maya was going to get basically free food!? "Yeah. Sure. Why not." She replied without thinking much on the ramifications. She could just deny her later which is exactly what she was going to do. She just wanted to use the girl for free food.

Giddy with excitement, the blue-haired rockstar giggled cutely, slapping her hand on the canvas repeatedly. The audience looked on in disappointment; the celebrity once again bringing shame to her fans. Then again, she didn't care, and that's what made her a true musician and artist. Even if she solely ended the match to go on a date with an especially cute woman, there was a certain charm to her bubbly, chaotic persona. However, to the surprise of everyone, the bell didn't ring. The whole room went silent for a moment, before the referee walked up to the two, and explained that they had signed up for a "no tap-outs" match. Willow glared in disbelief, realizing she had to be in the hold longer, and even worse, she had to lay her hands on such a beauty. Their date would have to be postponed, but it gave her more time to show off her skills in the ring—none, whatsoever, but she could dream.
Suddenly, she twisted her hips to slip out from under her opponent, and sent a kick into the throat of Maya with her free leg. In all honesty, she hadn't meant to aim for such a sensitive place, originally aiming for her face—Willow trying to redirect her boot out of the way when she realized that she'd hurt her love's cute, warm face. She scrambled so quickly to move her leg, that she accidentally aimed at her neck. It was certain that it was land, but even so, she felt bad. Her eyes widened; worried about her opponent, while the audience roared in excitement for her comeback.
"Ah! Babe, watch out!!" Willow shrieked; the room now silent. In a quick stroke of her bold declaration, everyone stared at the two in confusion. Soon, the media would have a field day, thinking the two were dating, but Willow didn't put much thought towards it—focused on Maya's safety.

To Maya's surprise and confusion, her answer to Willow's question was all her opponent needed to signify her submission as she would wait for the bell to react. Of course also to her surprise, the ringing of the bell never came. She leaned up and looked around, wondering what the heck was going on. Then the referee came to her and informed her that there was no submission to the match. "Really? And they didn't tell us about this change? What kinda shit show..." She asked, facing towards the match while she was arguing with the ref and not letting her foot off of Willow.

That was until Willow's shriek caught her attention, along with a foot flying which would collide with the front of Maya's throat right on the windpipe. Ironically, by calling her out, she had inadvertently made move ended up being a lot more effective than what Willow wanted and the Lazy girl was sent falling stumbling backwards until she fell over, gasping for precious air that had been temporarily cut off for a bit, rolling over to the side of the ring where she would need a moment to recover.

The crowd that was still watching and not shocked by the sudden possibility that the two of them were dating roared in cheer as Willow managed to easily make a strong comeback that left Maya completely helpless to whatever her opponent wanted to do. She couldn't even speak to complain about the cheap shot.

Willow's jaw dropped wide open, the rockstar running over to Maya and cradling her opponent in her arms. She repeatedly asked if she was okay, not sure how to normally display her concern outside of her dramatic shouting. However, she got a better look at Maya, and perhaps, not being all that sober, studied her soft, glossy lips. Her breathing grew heavy, and her face flushed a crimson hue. She wanted the woman; she truly did. It didn't help that everyone thought that they were dating now. Not even the referee would stop the two from being so close to one another, when Maya was clearly injured. Soon, Willow would plant her lips on Mayas, discerning every little crevice and soft layer around her mouth. She even stuck her tongue slightly, poking it out on her teeth, trying to go for some French action.
She didn't exactly think about how the blonde would react, but she, herself, was fairly satisfied with herself. After all, if this all went well, she'd have a cute girlfriend. She might have been dreaming a bit, but she had already imagined a long life with her opponent—one, where she'd be by her side during every triumph. She could play the guitar—strum some tunes she likes, and woo her easily with her vast knowledge of music. She had the advantage of musical manipulation, and if Maya gave her a chance, she'd amaze her with an amazing life. To say she was delusional, would be wrong; the foolish woman's brain filled with liquor, but to an extent, her heart was in the right place, and she truly wanted Maya to like her, even if they just met. To kiss her so suddenly, though—it might be something she'll grow to regret if her opponent didn't entertain her stupidity.

Right when she was recovering her breath, she looked up and saw Willow sitting above her, letting out heavy breaths of precious air. Breaths that would be cut off again when the musician leaned down and pressed her lips against hers. Her mouth was open beforehand and now she couldn't close it. "M-mph..." She let out somewhat of muffler grunt while closing one of her eyes to focus on regaining more of her air. In the meantime, Willow was able to explore her mouth, their tongues rubbing up against each other. Even the referee was starting to question what type of match this was supposed to be. Since what they were doing didn't bother the audience that much, the referee would let them go at it for a moment while they would climb out of the ring to go talk with some other staff members. An action that would prove to be their biggest mistake because once Maya had recovered enough, she would attempt to push Willow off of her to break the kiss and then roll off of her, grabbing onto the ropes to finish recovering and continue the fight. Although since there was no referee here, there was no one to call rope break anymore on Willow if she so chose to take advantage of the referee's absence.

Willow felt a needle pierce right into her heart; somewhat dejected by her opponent's disgust. Maya shoved her away, the rockstar falling on her back. Her head hit the canvas hard, and with that, she snapped in frustration. She immediately held the back off her head, and whined loudly. She was too distracted to realize her opponent was recovering, but soon, she pondered why the referee hadn't interfered. She looked all over for him to realize he had gone to talk to the other staff members. With Maya on the ropes, she came to the conclusion that she might as well win this if she couldn't have the girl's immediate affection. Or perhaps, since she was a wrestler, first and foremost, Willow would have to prove herself in the ring—if it was a fight, she wanted, it was a fight she'd get.
The maid-themed rockstar, and now, wrestler, used to foot to launch herself into Maya's stomach, attempting to take both of them out of the ring. She needed more time to have her opponent right where she wanted her, so it was the perfect strategy in her eyes. If successful, she'd have free rein to send punch after punch to her stomach. She was still unwilling to bruise her face, but when it came to her body—she could be flexible about that. Especially if it meant holding her crush tightly on a leash of pain and dominance; in fact, to see her so pathetic, after she bit the hand that planned to feed her, literally, would be a pleasant sight. She wasn't one for manipulation, but she wasn't innocent whatsoever when it came to who she claimed as hers. She wanted Maya, and she wouldn't let her go for anything—even if it meant beating her into submission. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but even sober, she would have wanted the cute wrestler all to herself. She just hadn't been able to think about it in a healthy way. Nonetheless, this is what they both signed up for, so neither side could complain if the other got hurt. At least, that's what she told herself; conflicted between being the chaotic, energetic, and surprisingly, kind rockstar, and a possessive addict that would lie her heart out for the world's attention—in this case, the world was her crush, whom she had no money to feed her, but she'd lie if that meant she'd give her a chance.
"Hey! Hey! If I win, will you be my girlfriend, and give me a chance?! I can give you food every day! I'm a rockstar after all, so I can get you all sorts of luxury meals, y'know!?~" She pleaded, almost desperate.

Maya pushed her opponent away from her and rolled over to the ropes where she would grab onto them to help herself up while also making sure that Willow would have to put more effort into putting her in any other type of hold again. But looking around, she would also notice that the referee went to go talk with some other staff members. What the hell!? The distraction was enough for Willow to follow up her previous assault with a spear tackle that sent both of them out of the ring "Gyuh- ack!" She cried out in pain as they fell to the hard ground, Maya's body acting as a cushion for Willow. It would be a bit before Maya was able to get up from a tackle like that.
With Maya on the ground underneath Willow, she looked up while the world was spinning above her, her eyes in a daze and attempting to regain consciousness. But that wouldn't happen until Willow started throwing repeated punches into her stomach, causing her figure to curl up momentarily before flopping back onto the ground with each punch. "Nngh! Nngh!! Nngh!" She grunted before attempting to catch one of Willow's hand. If she were successful, she would then attempt to roll on top of the other woman in a straddle position, their large chests pressed up against each other. "We're... We're already going on a date after this..!" She replied. While she had agreed to a date, she hadn't agreed to be Willow's girlfriend yet because she didn't feel that way about her yet. She was hot, but Maya knew very little about who this woman actually was so she was just trying to say no but also say that there was still a chance. But Maya was just happy about the free food. She really wanted that free dinner.

Willow let her fingers connect with her opponent's; distracted by the insignificant detail that they were holding hands. She wrestled with her a bit, trying to get back on top, but even for her appearance, Maya was relatively strong—enough to keep the rockstar on the ground. It was a surprise, since the maid-themed wrestler certainly carried more weight in her body than the blonde, bed-head. Then again, she had eased up her grasp subtly, mentally soothed that Maya was serious about their date. She had a chance; it was all she wanted to hear. She smiled, and slipped her hands from out of her opponent's grasp, and quickly wrapped her arms around Maya's waist for a hug, or for what the now, approaching referee saw as a bearhug.
At this point, she had regained some sense from her drunken episode, but regardless, she was certainly quite the affectionate person. After all, everyone in her life had abandoned her, and now all she had were the fake people that tagged along with her for money they thought she had. Maya, on the other hand, didn't seem all that interested in anything outside of sleeping and eating. It reassured Willow that her love wouldn't be fake—at least, not when she gets the chance to rizz up the blonde wrestler.

After having taken so many punches in a row, Maya needed a moment to breathe. Even being someone who jad a decently high pain tolerance like her, not even she could take so many repeated blows to the stomach. She was panting and laying on the ground while Willow was getting on top of her and securing a better position for herself. Even after she had caught both of Willow's hands, she lacked the strength to effectively hold onto them when Willow slipped free. Being pushed this far in such a short amount of time was something that Maya was absolutely not prepared for. Especially when things seemed like they would be so easy at the beginning. Needless to say, the lazy bedhead was disappointed.
But she wouldn't have much time to think about that because Willow would quickly get Maya into the bearhug. A basic, but effective move that put Maya in a bad spot. Especially since the blonde was underneath Willow, leaving her no room to use her legs to kick with a lot of force. Additionally, the move came with the added benefit of having Willow's face as close to Maya's breasts as humanly possible! "N-nngh! Gah..!" She groaned in pain, her hands gripping onto the Maid Rocker's shoulders tightly while the nearby audience members started getting nosebleeds from how steamy the match was gradually becoming.

Willow felt a surge of triumph as she managed to secure the bearhug on Maya. The crowd's reaction hinted at the sudden intensity of the match, and Willow reveled in the moment. Maya's groans of pain were music to her ears, proof that her relentless assault had taken its toll. With Maya beneath her, Willow tightened her grip, savoring the control she now had. The closeness of their bodies added an unexpected layer of sensuality to the encounter, and Willow couldn't help but notice the reaction from the audience. The Maid Rocker grinned, taking satisfaction in the steamy atmosphere her wrestling prowess had created.
Maya's hands gripped Willow's shoulders, a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure of the bearhug. Willow could feel the resistance, but she was determined to maintain her advantage. The rhythm of Maya's pained groans fueled Willow's confidence, and she subtly adjusted her position to make the hold even more effective. The Maid Rocker's breath mingled with Maya's, the proximity adding to the intensity of the moment. Willow's focus remained sharp as she aimed to wear down her opponent.
The disappointment in Maya's eyes fueled Willow's desire to prove herself in this unexpected turn of events. As the audience's excitement rose, Willow tightened the bearhug further, showcasing both her strength and the allure of their entwined bodies. The Maid Rocker was determined to keep Maya under control, savoring the taste of victory and relishing in the unexpected sensuality of the match.
"You done yet, babeee?! Or am I going to have to show off a bit~!"