Biscuits n Gravy! Xenia Rath Vs. Hinata Buriteri

Xenia grinna as she pulled the skirt away. She had wanted to get the skirt off but it wasn't her only goal. When she got it, she made sure that the skirt got nice and sloppy. As Hinata came in for the attack, Xenia would try and sling the ganguro's skirtupward to try and cover Hinata's face with it, taking the knee strike if she had to.

Hina was surprised at someone playing as dirty as she did, letting out a muffled shout as the soaking skirt smacked into her face, losing her footing again and her knee missing Xenia entirely as she crashed onto her butt, shaking her head in surprise and trying to pull the mess off as she was up to her ears in stew, nothing the stuff was nice smelling in its own way but got everywhere and stayed there

Watching Hinata flail and fall as she sprung her trap made Xeinia grin. With the girl on her backside, Xenia lifted her hands up and tried to slam an axe hand smash down hard into Hinata's stomach.

"HUHHHFFF!" Hina gagged and flopped upward, eyes popping wide open as her precious air was forced out of her. She coughed heavily, and rolled to her side, just to wind up spitting out a chunk of bread when it popped into her mouth as she gaped for air. She coughed and moaned weakly as she tried to hold her belly and push her way up out of the goo with one hand, but the mess made it all the harder for the winded girl to move

Xenia was pleased with herself as she saw what her move had done to Hinata. She wasn't done yet thoug and would try and climb onto Hinata's back and execute a Camel Clutch, hoping to wrench her neck back painfully but more importantly she wanted to lean in and start licking gravy sensually off Hinata's ear.

Hina wouldn't find the energy to resist as she was wrenched into the hold, shuddering from the licking as much as the pain of the hold. She'd reach back, grabbing and slapping at anything she could but to little affect, arms falling weakly back into the meat drippings now and again.

"L... leggo, Emerald La-GAY-see," she snapped through her struggles

"Ehhhh!?" Xeinia said at the words. She wasn't sure if it was a crack at her, the fact that she was a lesbo or she was just having a sudden urge to spat epithets at the famed chef. Xenia growled. "Fine. I thought we could play around but you obviously don't seem too keen on the idea." She would growl as Hinata tried to struggle. Pulling up away from Hinata's ear, Xenia would try and properly apply the submission hold, hoping to wrench Hiniata's neck back as hard as she could while sitting down to put even more pressure on her back. "Give up, bitch!" She growled.

"aaaaagh!" Hina screamed painfully, tears forming over the gravy in her eyes. She grunted loudly, the pain overwhelming her so she could only swing a hand at Xenia's as it held her chin, the other used to hold herself up and at least minimize the agony. "No.... way, dyke!" she swore. "I'll gut you... whore..." she grunted, more venom than actual force behind her thread. She coiuldn't last long, and she didn't want to have to comb bacon out of her hair as well as go home a loser tonight

Xenia narrowed her eyes at Hinata's words. She was going to end this bitch for running her mouth and not enjoying the rough but friendly spirit of competition that Xenia so thoroughly enjoyed. She released one of her hands from the clutch to try and slam the palm of her hand into Hinata's throat. If she succeeded and it made her cough, she'd try and reapply the hold and ask in a cold tone once more for a submission.

Hina's words were really more to rile up the scar-faced wrestler, but venomous nontheless. Hina let out a loud choking sound as she was slammed on the throat, making her spasm and ironically slip out of the hold, but only to land weakly facefirst in the gravy mess. She was immediately yanked back up into the clutch, a chunk of sausage still stuck in her mouth to the laughter of the crowd.

She spit it out, tongue hanging from her mouth a bit as she still wheezed for air. "I give!" she choked out, gravy dripping down her hair and face. "I give!" she repeated, flailing an arm to tap out weakly on the gravy in a set of white splashes