“I went easy on you that time. It won’t happen again.” Rebecca could see that for the first time, Megane was really frustrated. Good. She’d need to use that to her advantage if she was going to at least tie it up. Rebecca was behind 2-1 and with less than ten minutes, she’d have to stop reacting and actually start thinking. Another thing working against Rebecca is that her tank was nearing empty. After taking a beating for fifteen minutes, she needed to end this fast.
“You’re so full of shit,” Rebecca fired back. “You did almost have me, but you screwed up and now I’m in your rear view mirror. Tell me, how’s your tummy holding up?”
Without thinking, Rebecca saw Megane touch her waist and then quickly went to her hair. “It’s no big. I’m going to-“ but she was cut off when Rebecca advanced towards her. Megane’s back hit the wall and she instinctively brought her knee up to protect her midsection. Rebecca grabbed Megane’s protecting knee and trapped it between Megane’s other leg and Rebecca’s body. Then, Rebecca pressed her right arm into Megane’s right shoulder, leaving the blonde’s midsection so wide open, she could write the lyrics to Rhianna’s ‘Love Song,” and still find room under her belly button.
Rebecca unleashed the heavy artillery into Megane’s midsection. Megane cried out in pain and tried to escape her tormentor’s hold with no luck. “Give up,” demanded Rebecca, but Megane wasn’t cooperating. Rebecca grabbed a handful of wavy blonde hair and yanked Megane into the center of the mats and shoved her face down.
As Megane tried to get up, Rebecca stood over her prone opponent, placed her foot into the small of her back, grabbed both wrists and pulled back in an excruciating standing surfboard. Megane gritted her teeth but the pain was as obvious as the sky was blue. Sensing that this would not be the hold that would secure a second submission, Rebecca changed it up. She pulled back on Megane’s arms so that her chest was off the mat and then drove her foot into her back, like she was squashing a bug. Megane’s face and body bounced off the mat, leaving her dazed.
Wasting no time, Rebecca turned Megane over onto her back. Megane was still too stunned to effectively fight back and before she knew it, Rebecca had wrapped her legs around her left arm, laid her body across Megane’s chest and secured her right arm with her hands. Megane was flat on her back caught in a crucifix and once again, her body lay wide open.
Rebecca used her left hand to hold down Megane’s left hand and proceeded to drop punches into Megane’s exposed torso. “This is actually something I thought of ahead of time,” confided Rebecca. Megane’s grunts were getting louder with every punch. Rebecca decided to change it up and get a little payback by alternating between breast squeezing and breast punching.
“AGH, Stop it, you-“ Megane howled before getting cut off by Rebecca. “Are you giving up, ‘Miss Pelletier?’”
Rebecca put everything she had into pounding, squeezing and punching Megane’s torso and after forty-five excruciating seconds, Megane finally coughed up her surrender. “Fine, I tap, stop, get OFF!”
Rebecca turned back to look into Megane’s pained face, put both hands on her opponent’s chest and pushed herself up, Megane suitably grunting underneath.
The score was even, tied at two-up. Five minutes and one fall to decide this hard fought contest.My wrestling webcomic, Rival Angels!PATREON!