Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

Origa was trying her best to keep her at bay, but finally she would fall backward, laying there just ready for Gina to keep her pinned under her sex and subject her further to the scent and motions of her womanhood. If this was still the Origa she had come to know and appreciate, she would not be able to resist long in this position and there was also no DQ to free her from the setting.

”Oh! Hey, careful there! I know how you want to touch me so badly, but watch it..."
The Brazilian would argue against the grasping, touch and searching hands of the amazon, trying to redirect them so that the big bunny would grasp and paw mainly at her boobs instead of places where she could be easily pushed or thrown off. And even when her opponent would unseat her eventually, she wasn´t worried. She got this in the sack in her mind anyway!
”Ouwh, you´re so wild big bunny!"
She mocked the moves of her opponent whenever she was able to redirect them to one of her boobs.

Origa tried with everything she had to escape, but with her current position her eyes were blind and her ears were muffled. Her hands mindlessly pawed at anything she thought could help her escape and she was constantly filled with the tennis star’s scent each time she tried to take a breath. It became even more embarrassing when she felt Ginas hands grab onto her wrists and guide them to her breasts, forcing the amazon to unwillingly grope and feel them.

Embarrassing as it was, Gina unintentionally gave the amazon a way of escape. Underneath her, Origa let out a muffled moan as she got her feet in position. Her hands would make the impression of giving in as she would softly press and squeeze the tennis stars breasts. When she felt that Gina had dropped her guard, the amazon would plant her feet, buck her hips and press her hands against her opponents chest and shove her off her face. If it worked then the amazon would pant as she finally breathed in some fresh air.

Probably a lot of people were readily waiting for Gina to eat her words, and sometimes little wishes came into reality quicker than one could think they would. While the Brazilian was so busy with making her opponent also her bitch, Origa cleverly maneuvered her own desire against her, succeeding in shoving her off rather unceremoniously.

”Pfft! Fine!"
She angrily retorted to no one in particular after a snort, feeling herself rubbed of valuable pleasuring time. Thinking that she had spend enough time outside of the ring where the camera angles and the light was not what she expected from her expedition into wet bunny land. She would roll back into the ring, parading around to take some time to celebrate with her arms stretched wide open, smiling menacingly in the process.

It was only thanks to Ginas arrogance that the caramel amazon wouldn’t suffer the humiliation of being smothered out underneath the tennis star. As Gina believed that Origa had given in to her seductions, she would have no idea that the amazon was getting in position to shove her off. And when she did, the brat was taken completely by surprise and the amazon would finally be able to breath fresh air.

It seemed that Origa’s continued resistance was quite frustrating to the tennis brat. Probably because she was more used to the moaning giant she had ambushed only a few days ago. But despite her anger, she didn’t waste an opportunity to gloat when she could, like rolling back into the ring and pumping up the crowd. Origa herself would follow soon after, though she was noticeably more slower as her body continued to recover. She glared at Gina from across the ring, the blush still glowing on her face.

Booing had gotten pretty loud when she had ended her round in the ring, but Gina did not care in the slightest. All these people were here to see her, do something. Anything. So she took her time, even pointing a finger at a fan and granting her some choice words of disdain for being cheap and vulgar while she was the greatest person ever to walk the face of the earth.

Finally she was getting tired of speaking to common people she would look back into the ring and see how Origa had arrived too.
”Ready for round 2, sunshine? Ready or not, here I come!"
She declared smugly and triumphantly before rushing forward to attempt a basement dropkick against the knee of the amazon that she had already targeted before.

Leaving Origa on the outside of the ring gave the tennis brat plenty of time to gloat to the crowd. The audience in response, showered Gina with boos and insults. Words that she happily shot back with her own. All it took was one underhanded move to turn the tables of the match, but Gina was treating it as if she was never in trouble in the first place. As if the caramel giant hadn’t been throwing her around like a ragdoll.

So when Origa finally crawled her way back into the ring, she was given some time to recover before Gina noticed her. Time that allowed her to climb back to her feet, though only thanks to the help of the ropes. When Gina did finally notice her, she wasted little time in announcing that it was time for round two and charging towards the amazon in the hopes of attacking her before she was ready.

But Gina had made a grave error. In her overconfidence and smugness, she had given Origa enough time to not only recover, but to fight back. So just as the brat would begin her charge, Origa would suddenly spring forward as well and try to lift her foot up into the air to slam into Ginas chest. Her timing needed to be right, for if she was wrong then both her big boot and Ginas dropkick would miss their targets entirely, but Gina was still the faster of the two.

A little less smugness would have all that had been needed for Gina to com out victorious of this dangerous situation. But so she did not even realize that there was danger brewing at the horizon. Still luckily for her, she did not have her smiling face right into the boot of Origa or she would have probably spend the rest of the right in the care of an emergency dentist.

So it was her torso that took the full brunt of the big boot of he amazon, stopping her rapid advance full track so that she was seemingly floating in the air for a split second before she crashed down on the mat, mouth gaping open while her eyes had a bewildered and totally surprised look on her face, her shock overriding her pain initially.

And just like that, thanks to Ginas arrogance Origa was able to retake the advantage with a boot to the tennis brats chest. The amazon would have smirked if she wasn’t panting at the moment, the brats earlier face sit still having an affect on her. But it was quickly receding and Origa was intent on getting some much needed payback. So she bent down and pulled Gina back up to her feet by her hair.

Dragging her up to her feet, Origa forced Gina to look right at her face as she stared down at her. “I remember you really liking this move back when we met backstage. Well let’s see how much you like it now!” Origa shouted before spinning Gina around and bending down behind her. Origa would force the brat to fall across her shoulders before standing up to full height, her arms moving to press on Ginas thigh and chin, her torture rack complete.

”AIH!"
Sadly for the Brazilian, the shock she had been dealt would finally not be able to hold the pain at bay, so she was already pretty wracked when Origa exacted some revenge on her by pulling her up by her hair, wailing pitifully in the process while her hands would instinctively go up to the wrist of the other girl to ease her pain.

”Ough! N…no!…"
She gasped when she was pulled up on the mighty back, her arms flailing directionless around while she was hoisted up with the obvious target to break her in half! She could not even scream that much as her chin was held in place so it was more a matter of muffled screams and desperate struggles.
”Awnfh! Ghhh!"

Like holding up a life size trophy, Origa displayed Ginas body to the crowd in dominating fashion. So dominating that it almost made some forget about the embarrassing moments outside the ring. The amazon would walk around in circles around the ring, dropping to her knee slightly after every fifth step to stretch out Ginas back a little bit more and to show her the error of her ways. The hand on her chin muffling any noise the brat might’ve screamed.

After two or three laps, Origa decided it was time to finish this charade. Gina may have gotten a few hits in, but most of the match had been totally dominated by Origa. So moving towards one of the corners, Origa would pick the tennis brat up and lay her back across the top ropes and turnbuckle. After that she would look for where her pair of handcuffs were, all she needed to do now was clip them on and the match was hers.