Ivory and Violet vs Miss Spencer (Complete)

"Nnnnh...ah...AH..." Ivory whimpered as Spencer grabbed at her hair, forcing her to stand up, her legs wobbling as pain flared in her hurting back. Opening one eye, Ivory saw Spencer towering before her...just before Spencer's arm slid around her head, locking her tightly against her bosom in a side headlock.

"MMMMHM!" Ivory protested, clutching at Spencer's encircling arm. The other woman was just too strong, however: feeling herself being grabbed, Ivory felt a dizzy spell wash over her as all the blood rushed to her head as she was lifted off the mat. Then gravity kicked in, and she was dropped down hard onto her already hurting back. "AH!" she cried, arching up off of the mat before toppling onto her side, moaning in pain.

Spencer wasted no time after dropping Ivory with the suplex. She quicker pushed the younger blonde over onto her back, sliding her body onto Ivory's own, pressing against her gently. Then, she reached for one of Ivory's legs, wanting to try and pin this girl, hoping she could end it right here and now!

Ivory groaned as she was rolled onto her back, her eyes screwed shut in pain. She was deaf to the cries of her sister as Spencer leaned against her, hooking one slender leg for the pin.

The referee dropped down and started the countdown. "ONE....TWO..." Before the count could reach three, however, Ivory's slender frame twisted, getting a shoulder up off the mat just in time. Ivory gasped for air, blushing slightly at the closeness of her opponent.

Spencer clicked her tongue when Ivory kicked out of her pin. She didn't think that was going to work, she had hoped it would put Ivory away, but didn't think it actually would. Though...that was a two-count. If she could just keep an advantage like this for a while longer, the teacher knew she could finish off the younger blonde girl and end this.

Spencer rolled off of Ivory's body, resting for a moment before sitting up. She shook her head, then crawled back towards Ivory. She grabbed one of her arms, then started to rise, wanting to drag the girl up to her feet with her.

Ivory was breathing steadily now, but her back was still hurting badly. Opening one eye, she rolled onto her side, arching slightly as she clutched her back. She needed to get back into this match, she knew, or find a way to tag her sister. Either way, she was being badly outclassed by Spencer at the moment.

A second later, her arm was grabbed, and Ivory found herself being dragged up to her feet. She grimaced, stumbling up to her feet as the motion caused her back to ache even more.

Miss Spencer hauled Ivory up to her feet, giving her a quick glancing over. The younger of the two blondes looked almost as tired as Spencer felt. Spencer felt a bit energized when she realised this, thinking that victory might not be as hard as she had thought before.

Reaching up, she would try to wrap an arm around Ivory's neck again, trying to pull her into a headlock. She would only hold it for a brief moment though, giving Ivory's neck two quick cranks before trying to take off across the ring with the girl in tow, attempting to drop her back to the canvas with a quick bulldog.

Ivory shoved and twisted as Spencer slid an arm around her neck, pressing her in tightly. Blushing, she slammed a fist against Spencer's side, but it may not have had the impact she might have wanted. As if in response, Spencer cranked her head tightly, causing a muffled cry of pain to come out of her lips. Clutching weakly at Spencer's arm, Ivory found her head being cranked again. Shutting her eyes, she found herself almost sinking to her knees, but Spencer's grip prevented her from doing so.

Then, all of a sudden, she was pulled forward and slammed, face-first into the mat. Colours exploded across her vision, and she lay sprawled on the mat, her head tilted to the side, seemingly knocked out.

Spencer rested beside of Ivory for a moment, sitting on the mat beside her after the quick bulldog. Part of her was still relieved that Ivory was proving to be such an easy opponent, but part of her was worried still, knowing that every minute she dragged this out, that her sister Violet was getting to recover.

And if Violet managed to get back into the match, the poor teacher didn't know what she would do.

Shaking her head and forcing herself to move back into action, Spencer slid back towards Ivory's legs. She pushed herself up some, taking a hold of each of Ivory's legs, then pushed forward. She was trying to put Ivory into a matchbook pin, just like she had done to her sister Violet. She knew she had tried a pin not too long ago already, but Ivory looked dead after that bulldog, so maybe she could pull it off.

For a moment, Ivory seemed unresponsive as Spencer grabbed at her legs. Even Violet's cries from their corner for her to get back up seemed to fall on deaf ears. As Spencer grabbed at her legs, though, Ivory gave a lethargic moan as she was rolled onto her back, blinking rheumily as her senses slowly cleared. She was still dizzy from that bulldog, but she wasn't out yet.

Her head cleared up just in time for her to be folded over, Spencer's body pressing down firmly against hers, her rack almost touching her own. "Huh..wha...GAAAAH!" she cried in alarm, just as the referee began the countdown. "One...two..."

The referee, however, didn't notice Violet until she ran into the ring, delivering a sharp kick into Spencer's side to make her release Ivory. "Leggo!"

Spencer pressed down on Ivory with as much strength as she could muster. The sound of the referee's counting was like music to her ears, and even as Ivory's eyes opened, she could sense the victory at hand.

That's why she didn't notice Violet either, getting struck by the hard kick, the force of the blow enough to knock her off of Ivory. She fell to the side, releasing Ivory's legs. A broken cry passed her lips as she was knocked off. "Ungf!" The teacher fell to the side near Ivory, curling up slightly. She reached for the side where Violet's had hit her, rubbing it gently as she started to sit up.