Tasha Veith vs Martha Sharp

Tasha would try to raise her fists to pound into Martha's stomach, trying to keep her from rolling over, and would try to get her feet under her and grab her by the hips, trying to stand up slowly with a small smirk.

After a few failed attempts. a proper blow to the belly cut off Martha's attempts. She coughed heavily as the dom got to her feet, keeping her grip but not without the cougar throwing some hectic kicks at her throughout as she tried to writhe free and onto her feet as well.

Tasha clenched her teeth, trying to hold onto her. She wanted to get a giant swing in, but it seemed like Martha had too much spunk for that now. After taking a couple of boots, she let go, and stepped away from her. She was also coughing a little bit from the hard kick she took to her gut from a stray kick from Martha.

Martha scrambled to her feet, blowing a stray patch of hair from her face as she glared competitive daggers at Tasha. "You are so dead," she snarled, grabbing at Tasha in an attempt to dig her fingers down the cleavage line of her top, trying to yank her towards her and fling her to the mat by the handful of leather.

"Yeooww!!" Tasha cried out as she took the nails to her cleavage, and tried to throw a hard kick into her gut. Her attempt was stopped however as she was yanked forward and thrown to her hands and knees. She shook her head slowly, surprised by how much spunk this woman really had. She wouldn't let it get to her though, as she tried to force herself back up to her feet with a low growl.

Taking hardly a moment to regroup after whipping Tasha to the mat, Martha would leap after her, spreading her legs to try and simultaneously squash and straddle Tasha's back, trying to send her smacking into the mat and grabbing a handful of hair to pull back like a crueler variation of a camel clutch.

"UGh!!" Tasha gasped as Martha landed on top of her back and flopped to the mat fully. She started to struggle, until Martha grabbed her by her lavender hair. She clenched her teeth tightly, trying not to give the woman the satisfaction of crying out in pain from this submission. "Ghn... that... all you got... grandma?"

Martha leered daggers at the back of her head. "No, I just thought that was all your weak little body could take. If you wanted to REALLY hurt..." She shot her fist into Tasha's side quickly, then tried to reach under her top and dig her nails into the dom's breast. "Well, you could've just ASKED!"

Tasha lets out a hoarse cough as Martha slugs her fist into her side, then couldn't resist a second time, and let out a loud yowl as Martha dug her nails into her breasts! "Arrrghhh!! Why you insolent- Gh! Arrogant..."

"Silly words thrown by inferior women," Martha smirked down at her. "Do you even know what 'insolent' means, violet?" she asked, giving a sharp tug at Tasha's hair to pull it back and then shove her face first into the mat with a thud, grinding her into it mercilessly.

"Consider this a favor," she'd laugh. "I'm sparing the audience from your ugly face."