Tricia Treats vs. Sora Mizumi

Tricia bounced back to her corner, feeling a lot better about her chances in this match now that she had won the second round and stripped Sora of her shorts. She still had one more victory to notch before she could put the match in the win column, but, with Sora hampered by her lack of coverage—the raucous crowd seemed to be getting to her—the little Halloween witch felt pretty confident.

Her hardened glare softened a bit as she observed the deep red hue on her opponent's face. She could definitely empathize with Sora, but knew that now was not the time to take it easy on the girl. Not when she was so close to victory that she could taste it.

"Look," Tricia began, "you don't have to be so embarrassed. It could be fun. I know I wouldn't mind wrestling in a thong." She advanced, slowly, her arms outstretched towards her opponent. "Besides, it'll be over soon. Just hang tight." Having said that, she would rush forward, trying to get a hold of Sora quickly and attempting to throw her to the mat.

Sora knew she was up against it as she settled into her corner. The momentum of the match was against her, Tricia was confident, and she felt handicapped by her own embarrassment. Still, she had to settle and fight, seeing as she had no option. No use just standing still and waiting to get beaten...although it was very hard to step away from the corner with thousands of eyes oggling her exposed behind.

"F...fun? Seriously?" Sora would remark with a raised eyebrow. How could this be fun?! Having so many people staring, laughing...still, Sora didn't have too long to react as Tricia gave her intent and charge. Fortunately for Sora, she saw her opponent charging in time, and would try to dodge right of Tricia as she charged charged. No only that, the dark haired girl would grab her opponent's leotard as she came through and attempt to use her charge against her, trying to throw her throw the turnbuckle so her shoulder would collide with the metal post of the corner.

Tricia grunted in frustration as her opponent deftly dodged her first attack. She had hoped that Sora would remain frozen—an easy target for Tricia's attacks, one that could be effectively disposed of. That, obviously, was not the case, as Sora actually countered the Halloween girl's first move, grabbing onto her leotard and tossing her into the turnbuckle.

"Fuck!" Tricia groaned, pain exploding in her shoulder as that jointed connected painfully with the metal post. She stumbled back out of the corner, holding onto her injured shoulder with her other hand, looking to defend herself against whatever Sora had planned next.

Seeing Tricia go flying in between the turnbuckle padding, the crowd would "Ooo!" out in sympathy. Breathing in heavily, Sora knew that this was her only chance now to take back the match. She put all her focus on the task at hand, trying to ignore the crippling embarrassment. Besides, she was a professional now; and a professional had to do the job under any circumstances...even if that was being pantsless in front of thousands of fans. That's not to say she'd like it like Tricia suggested earlier though.

As Tricia turned around groaning, Sora would attempt to put her arm around Tricia's head and drop her into a DDT, hoping to get the Halloween girl down on the mat so she wouldn't have to go strength-for-strength against her, but also to hopefully set her up for some submission moves.

Tricia grunted as Sora wrapped her arm around her head, bringing her down to the mat powerfully with a DDT. All of a sudden, the match was not going well for Tricia, as her skilled opponent, despite her obvious embarrassment, seemed to be returning to round one form, simply outmaneuvering Tricia with a range of moves the Halloween witch simply could not replicate. She needed to do something, or else her chances in round three seemed very slim.

Once down on the mat, Tricia attempted to roll away from Sora, striking at the girl with her legs in an attempt to inflict some pain that might once again put the two on equal footing—or at least in an attempt to ward her off while Tricia got back to her feet.

Landing the DDT, Sora would begin to scramble back up off the mat. As she begin standing back up, Tricia's leg would lash out, making her tumble back down to the mat with a little cry. Sora would roll away the instant she landed, expecting Tricia to push her advantage, but was relieved to see Tricia had the same idea in mind. Her reversal had gotten to her; Sora convinced herself, thinking a few moments ago her opponent would have launched herself at her.

Getting back onto her feet, Sora would be fully focused, until she heard an ear piercing wolf whistle coming from the crowd. Cheeks turning crimson, Sora would make the foolish mistake of letting it break her concerntration, looking to see where it had come from, leaving her completely wide open to Tricia.

Tricia was lucky that her kick had connected with her opponent. She was obviously outmatched in terms of technique, and didn't want to leave her body at Sora's mercy for any longer than was absolutely necessary. Those wrestling moves could really wear a girl down.

As the two faced off, a loud wolf whistle from the crowd seemed to break Sora's concentration. Tricia smirked, knowing she had an opportunity here. Getting rid of her shorts has been paying off even more than I could have imagined! the Halloween witch thought, as she ran forward and threw her body into Sora's, trying to knock the wind out of the girl and send her crashing into the ropes. If she could hold her opponent there, Tricia would try to slip her hand into Sora's already-soaked thong, once again probing the girl's pussy with her fingers.

"This is my match," Tricia growled. "It's going to be sweet to beat you."

With her back turned, the second Sora felt Tricia pressed up against her, she knew how big (and ametuer) a mistake she'd made. "Ahhh!" she'd cry out as Tricia crashed into her, pressing her right up against the ropes and trapping her against them as the bigger girl used her strength to hold Sora. Feeling Tricia's hand reach down her thong, Sora would gulp as her fingers began playing with her again. A part of her just wanted to give in, lie back and let this beautiful, quirky blonde do what she wanted with her. It just felt so good...

With Tricia's words though, Sora would snap out of it. "Nonono!" she'd let out in desperating, lashing out with a few punches to Tricia's stomach in a desperate attempt to break free from the girl before she could overcome her once more.

Tricia could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Her first victory at AFW! She had spent her fair share of the match at Sora's mercy, but she was taking control, and how sweet it would be to make the pretty girl in the soaked thong cum for the second time that night! "Yes...just give in, Sora, I promise it'll be good for you..."

She was not expecting her opponent's desperate punches, which landed hard against her stomach. Her hand slipped out of Sora's thong and she clutched at her stomach, wounded. "I'll make you pay for that," she growled. Instead of continuing her sexual assault, Tricia's thoughts turned to retaliation, and she aimed several punches of her own at her opponent's midsection.

Hitting out at her opponent, Sora was able to force Tricia back and cede some ground. Exhausted and humiliated, Sora knew she had to use all her skills to keep this distance between her and Tricia or else the blonde girl could really go for the kill. So, Tricia rushing in and hitting Sora with the same midsection punches was one of the worst things that could have happened for the dark haired girl.

"OOf..." Sora would let out as she doubled over. She knew she needed to act fast, especially down below Tricia. Quickly, she'd try to wrap her legs around Triciaâ€s and trip the girl up, hoping to send the girl falling into the ropes, maybe even landing on her neck and winding herself. At this point though, that was more a pipedream for Sora. The most important part was just stopping Tricia from continuing her relentless hentai assault.