Baylee vs Oya (no contest)

Oya's cheating made Baylee really frustrated, and those extra seconds made a difference on her already sore midsection. When she felt the trapping legs moving away from her, she tried to get on her feet as quick as the pain let her, fearing another dirty move, until she noticed the ref between them. She used one arm to grab the ropes and the other to rub her waist, and got her legs under her although tripping a bit. That hold had really squeezed the guts out of her, and now there was a tiny drop of anger in her thinking.

Baylee will recompose herself until the ref goes away from them, then she will run directly towards Oya and jump, aiming for a drop kick with both feet in her bust.

"Come, little one. Stand." She ordered, feeling rather haughty and self assured at the moment. Oya's lips quirked into the ghost of a grin as the ref girl stood between them, the african wrestler eager to finish off her opponent. She expected Baylee to be angry.. but the speed and aggression of the girls attack caught the over confident Oya off guard!

"Unnf!!!" She was barely able to get her guard up as her bust suffered the impact of Baylee's sudden drop kick. The force sent the taller girl staggering back, completely off balance, landing back first against the corner turnbuckle, arms drapped over the top ropes as she heaved for breath. Her right breast had slipped from her top, but Oya's current priority was getting air back into her lungs, eyes watering.

Baylee fell with her back on the mat after the successful strike, but she ignored the pain and rolled back to her feet, running towards Oya again. The pain she felt at the landing was nothing to the adrenaline that now rushed through her blood vessels. She would deliver a fist to her opponent's belly so that she would bend over, then snake her arm around the neck for a side headlock. She would spend no time choking. Instead, she would fall backwards for a deadly DDT, not letting Oya's head escape from her lock even for a split second.

Oya was dazed and disoriented for a moment, there was just no quick way to recover from having the air crushed from ones lungs. She couldn't fend Baylee off as the smaller wrestler was suddenly all over her, sending a punch to her belly that would sent her doubling over. Oya felt that arm snake around her head and might have countered, except that Baylee fell back and drove Oya's head into the mat for a DDT. The impact actually flipped Oya over, as she landed pretty much right on the top of her head, and she slumped to the mat on her back, dazed, head throbbing with pain.

Baylee had thrown herself quite roughly on the mat, and the sudden impact on her back, as painful as it was, made her snap out of her rage. She was a bit dazzled herself and kept laying on her own back for some seconds and watching the ceiling, further clarifying her mind.

The crowd was still roaring from excitement when she finally got one knee to the ground. She looked at Oya slumped on the mat and wondered how did she actually do that to her, before remembering they were still on a match. Still a bit uncertain, she covered her opponent's body with her own so that they made an x-shape on the mat and pulled her right leg up for a pin, their bellies rubbing at each other and one of Baylee's elbows accidentaly touching Oya's bare breast.

Oya shivered as that gentle touch to her breast started to bring her around even moreso then the hooking of her leg, the limb dangling limp in Baylee's grip. Her silver maned head rolled back and forth, fighting off the waves of dizziness as her bared nipple hardened beneath the brush of Baylee's elbow. It was a vicious DDT and the African wrestler was having trouble collecting her wits.

The Ref girl was there promptly, her hand coming down to slap the mat for the first count, the red hot crowd chanting along, clearly wanting to see the smaller rookie score the upset over the bigger girl. "ONE!"

Baylee heard the ref's first count at the same time that noticed Oya shaking her head. She still seemed pretty dazed, but Baylee preferred to take extra precautions. Regaining her confidence, she pulled the leg higher and put more of her weight in Oya's upper body. Her elbow was now shoving hard at the exposed breast, but she didn't notice it yet, concentrating solely on pinning her opponent.

"TWO!"

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the final count. That additional pressure brought a pained grunt from Oya, however, and she was suddenly aware of the situtation. She kicked her captured leg instinctively, trying to roll her right shoulder off the mat just as the ref's hand was coming down for the three count.

Baylee was eagerly waiting for the final count when she felt the hooked leg fighting back. Despite of her efforts, that broke her focus and the pin was greatly loosened.

"THR-"

The referee was almost slapping for the third time when Oya's shoulder left the mat, stopping the count. Still on top, Baylee tried to lift back the leg that had escaped, going for another pin.

"ONE!"

Oya would have expected Baylee to get up and attempt to soften up the African wrestler a bit more, but the rookie was even more tenacious then she anticipated. Feeling her leg hooked up for another pin attempt, Oya didn't bother to flail the captured limb. Instead, she leaned up off the mat as much as she could, abdominal muscles tensed, as she sought send a hard elbow strike to the side of Baylee's head, looking to drive the point of her elbow painfully into the younger girls ear.