Amy Walker vs Rita Ryals

Amy felt a hand in her hair, and howled as she was slammed into the metal pole, slumping against the turnbuckle with her back still facing Rita. "Damn... bitch..." She growled.

Before Amy started slumping down, Rita grabbed her arm, holding her in place. She pulled it, making Amy face her, and pushed her again towards the turnbuckle. "Don't you dare address me like this, you slut." She would then send a high heel to Amy's lower belly, and if she hit she would proceed to grinding it hard and slow at Amy's flesh, her boot dangerously close to her opponent's sex.

Amy felt herself being whirled around by her arm, and was forced to look at her blonde opponent. She growled when Rita called her a slut, and was about to attack when she coughed loudly from receiving a high heel to the gut, and winced as she felt her abs being twisted by the heel of her boot. "Arrghh!!"

Rita chuckled. "So, how does it feel being under my boot?" After having Amy call her a bitch, she couldn't help but throw a few barbs at her. "You may act like you don't like it, but I bet you're getting so wet down there..."

Having said that, she moved her boot down Amy's body, stopping right where her two legs met, and would start grinding there instead. Then, still stepping there, she would lean forward and try to lift and coil Amy's legs around the ropes, not thinking that maybe it was a dangerous position for her as well.

"Gh... not really..." She growled then gasped as her boot slid down further, unable to help but let out a small moan. She tried to push her foot off her, but instead she got her legs trapped in the ropes. "Ahhh!!!" She cried out, knowing she was trapped now.

Having trapped Amy's legs, Rita would proceed to trapping her muscular arms as well, wanting to prevent any surprise strikes as well as to put her in her complete mercy. "Hm? No?" When she was done, she took her boot off Amy and gave a step back, admiring her work.

"I don't believe it. Look at you, spreading your legs to the audience!" She stepped closer again, holding Amy's chin lightly with her fingers. "Well, there are ways to check whether you're telling the truth..."

Amy growled at the kawaii, trying to free herself from the ropes. "When I get out of this..." She snarled as her chin was held in Rita's hand.

"For example," Rita continued, completely ignoring her opponent, "when you get excited, your breath rate increases, leading to things such as..."

Moving her hand up from Amy's chin, she would pinch her nose tightly until the lack of air forced her to open her mouth. "... a dry mouth." She would then use her other hand and hold Amy's tongue between her fingers, pulling it out playfully, but strongly.

Amy gasped when her nose was pinched, and was forced to breathe through her mouth. She was surprised when Rita snagged her tongue, and ended up pulling it out a bit, wincing as she tugged on her tongue, feeling her cheeks glowing pink as Rita toyed with her like this.

Rita held her tongue and looked at it, acting great interest. "Hmm... most intriguing." She gave a last tug before finally releasing Amy's nose and tongue, allowing her to breathe. There would be no fun if she wasn't conscious enough to be embarassed.

"Or," she continued her humiliating act, "we could check for peculiar stiffness around the nipple and areola." Out of a sudden, Rita would pull Amy's top upwards, exposing her chest for all the crowd to see.