Mimete vs Mina Mistletoe

And Mimete gasped in shock as she was launched head over heels and flipped into a corner, wipping out a bit. She lay on her side shaking her head a bit which would probably give Mina time to recover from the effects of the boston crab.

Eventually Mimete got up if Mina did not right away and would walk over to Mina as if intending to pull her up by her hair.

Mina was panting heavily now, Mimete's cruel boston crab having taken a lot out of her. Slowly, she rolled over onto her hands and knees, pushing herself up to a kneeling position despite the soreness in her legs...

Mimete paused and a crafty look came onto her face. Was Mina actually done in enough to finish the match now? Mimete then dropped back a bit as if measuring Mina as she got up to her knees.

She would try and look for the right oppurtunity to possibly lunge at Mina and nail her with her Fame-Asser style Finisher known as the fashion bomb. Of course if Mina was not as weak as it seemed, Mimete could end up telegraphing the move giving Mina the chance to dodge it.

As she pushed herself up, Mina heard footsteps thumping into the mat near her. Cursing under her breath, she dodged to the side, moving as quickly as she could despite her sore legs, hoping to avoid whatever it was that Mimete was planning.

Andddd....

Mimete missed with the fashion bomb sailing through the air and landing on her cute ass with a thump. Mimete gave a sharp cry of disappointment and some pain. At this moment she was probably a sitting duck whether Mina went after her while she was seated or trying to get up.

Mina blinked. Somehow, Mimete was sitting right in front of her on her ass, looking quite vulnerable. She frowned, and then giggled a little.

"Aww, did you miss me?" she said as she suddenly sprang forwards, pressing her palms against the mat and doing a lithe hand stand, before bringing her legs down on either side of Mimete's head and locking them together for a tight figure four scissor.

"Ahgk! Urk!"

Mimete grabbed onto the feet and legs of Mina but they were tightly cinched around her head. Her face started to turn red and she thumped her feet on the ground helplessly.

"Aw, are you trying to say something? Mina purred. Keeping her palms pressed against the mat, Mina would rotated her body, her grip around Mimete's head causing her to turn as well so that she was facing downwards towards the mat. Still propping herself up on her arms, Mina shot her legs down, ramming Mimete face-first into the mat several times in a row. "Bad girls have to kiss the mat!" she giggled. "Well, they get coal too, but that obviously wasn't enough!"

SLam! "Bwhah!"

Thud! "Ahk!"

SMash! "Myah!"

Mimete would have her face bashed into the mat over and over by the vengeful Mina and it seemed the busty Belgian was starting to work over the spoiled American bitch real well.

"Hey, this is more fun than you think, Mimete-san!" Mina laughed as she rammed Mimete's face repeatedly into the mat. "Did you know your head makes a great drum? It's making a very nice sound!"

Stopping, Mina suddenly sprang back, sitting squarely on Mimete's back. "Aww, you look hurt," she cooed, gently lifting Mimete's arms and draping them over her knees. If she managed to do this, then she would follow up by cupping her hands under Mimete's chin and pull pack in a camel clutch.