Tasha Veith vs Martha Sharp

"Grrhnn!!" Tasha snarled angrily up at her, then felt her hair being tugged back hard. "ARrrhhh!!" She could hear the crowd murmuring as this woman was handling Tasha really well, and she could feel her reputation going down with every second this woman stayed on top of her. "Grh... when I get out of this..."

"You'll be unconscious," Martha finished for her. Looking to score a bit more with the crowd rather than holding the same embarassing hold, Martha sat up and tried to yank Tasha to her feet, still holding her hair and trying to swing her by it into the turnbuckle. She'd try to follow it up with a running clothesline to drive her into it even harder.

"Arrrrhhh!!" She cries out as she's lifted up to her feet by her hair, and ended up swung into the turnbuckle, but then she tried to lift a boot up for Martha to slam herself on it into her gut!

"OOOF!" Martha doubled over, leaning onto the extended boot as it hit her tender belly. She fell back, coughing heavily and leaning over holding her gut, momentarily distracted from the dominatrix. "Bitch," she coughed out, leering up at her. If Tasha took too long recovering herself, she'd run in and grab her hair again, turning it to bang her head into the turnbuckle.

Tasha smirked a little at Martha. "I'm THE bitch." She shot back and strut towards her, and tried to kick her high heeled boot across her face!

"UH!" Martha's head whipped to one side, splashing saliva to the mat as her mouth fell open in pain from the kick. She fell to her hands and knees, fighting to catch her breath. If Tasha spent enough time gloating, or if she had a golden enough opportunity, she'd lunge a hand in for a crotch claw, gouging her thumb into her pussy.

Tasha walked towards Martha as she fell to her hands and knees, and tried to lift her up to her feet by her hair. She was about to go for a headbutt, but then let out a sharp cry and let go of her hair as Martha clawed into her sex. "Yeeeoow!!!!"

Glad to see such positive affects from her move, Martha smirked up at her opponent. "What's the matter? Found a soft spot?" she goaded, wrenching on her grip. "Not like there's a shortage on your weak little body."

She'd start to stand up, bashing an elbow into Tasha's gut to try and wind her to buy her more time in case she got over the pain.

Tasha couldn't resist shrieking in pain as Martha twisted her grip on her, and growled at her when she called her body weak. She had no time to respond, however as she got nailed in the gut by her elbow, and keeled over from the pain.

Regaining her full confidence, Martha stood up and got her in a headlock, wrenching the hold on while keeping her grip on her groin (a difficult task from her new angle). After holding her in place and wrenching her neck and crotch a bit more, she'd try to slam her back to bring her face back to the mat.