Yasha Love Vs. Bullet Ant

Yasha shook her head and looked at Ant dance around the ring. She smirked and watched as Ant darted at her and aimed a kick. "Mwah!" She said, pursing her lips as she rolled out of the ring right as Ant swung her leg out for the kick.

"Wah!" Bullet Ant Yelped as Yasha rolled out of the way of her kick, the whiff sending her off balance and stumbling. Leaving the masked wrestler to grab the ropes to regain balance and her breath.

"You can... you... you can't escape me!" She declared once she had a better grip on the ropes, and tried to use them to slingshot herself over onto Yasha. See if she was expecting this sort of offense this early.

When Yasha rolled out of the ring, she took a moment to catch her breath but had hopped up, ready to get back into the ring wen she saw Bullet Ant cry out. Yasha grinned and held open her arms, hoping to catch the flying Ant and use her momentum to swing her around and crash her into the barricade behind her. It was a risky proposition for both wrestlers, but it could pay off if Yasha could pull it off.

And it was all going so well... perhaps she shouldn't have shouted out like that. It gave Yasha all the time to prepare a counter, using the masked wrestler's own momentum to swing her into the barricade. "AAAAAHHHH!" She screamed out in pure agony as her spine met metal. The high-flyer potentially grounded very early on.

When Yasha was able to slam Bullet Ant into the barricade, she pressed her body up tightly against the "flat chested" Ant's form. "No one escapes... that's MY line!" She whispered before stealing a quick smooch on Ant's lips. just a quick peck before she tried to Irish whip Ant back towards the ring Apron.

The Ant weakly groaned as Yasha pressed her large chest against hers, bound under wrappings, tape and the bodysuit, even the peck on the lips which would have freaked her out normally didn't effect her as much as the giant pain in her back.

This would be so much easier if I just cheated... she thought miserably to herself a low blow, poke to the eyes... whatever. But no, I have to go and try without cheating... so much for that. the masked grappler cursed herself before the Love Demon launched her chest first into the ring apron, trying to use a bit of strength and the momentum to roll back into the ring and lie down for a bit.

Yasha grinned when she saw Ant roll back into the ring. She charged forward as well and slid into the ring on her chest and popped up to pose, throwing her hips to one side and making a V sign. She looked down at Ant. "Justice, THUMP!" She cried out before leaping forward to drop her tight, latex covered ass onto Bullet Ant's face.

Bullet Ant had gained a fair bit of breath back while Yasha posed. Although it was a pretty sight... to some, not her... above her, she didn't wan't all that weight coming down on her masked face. And with a call of "Insectoid DODGE!" she rolled out of the way and back to her feet, even if her back was still killing her.

Yasha let out a small yelp a s she winced when her ass hit the mat. She bounced off the mat and onto her hands and knees. One hand went to her behind and rubbed her butt, pouting a bit as she tried to sooth her rump. Her other hand went to her chest, exposed perfectly for Ant ads she touched it and winked at Bullet Ant.

"Dodge, my Love?! Impossible! My love can never be outrun!" She declared and blew a kiss at Ant before standing up. "It will find you, eventually, no matter where you run to!" She declared triumphantly.

Enough was enough, if Bullet Ant's face got any redder it would start seeping through the damn mask. "Enough with the pervy stuff dammit!" She said angrily. "And I'm right over here! What's there to find anyway?" the masked wrestler ranted, before trying to capture Yasha with a headlock.