Wells Quinn Vs. Axelle Holt

"diiiiid I?" Wells said, grinning at Axelle. She was oblivious to Axelle's embarrassment as she watched the girl coyly. She raised an eyebrow while Axelle seemed to think over some things. Maybe she was really taking Wells' advice to heart? Or maybe her strong suit just wasn't thinking. Wells had that issue sometimes.

Wells eyed Axelle and watched as she timidly scooted forward and kissed her fellow pink haired sister on the cheek. Wells turned her head and grinned, giving Axelle a full canvas for the smooch. It was no big deal, she'd gotten more serious smooches from overzealous aunts in her day.

"Wells Quinn!" She said and grabbed Axelle's cheeks. "Isn't it supposed to be like this?" She said and kissed one of Axelle's cheeks and then the other. "Mwah! mwah!"

Wells then hopped back and lifted up her hands like an olde tyme boxer.

"ANDNOWWEMUSTFIGHT!"

She said as the bell clanged on cue. "Raaaawr!" Wells bellowed cutely and threw herself at Axelle, trying to grab hold of the girl's waist and hold her in place.

Axelleâ€s already rosy cheeks would redden even more as Wells grabbed them and gave each a big, exaggerated kiss. This was not at all what she had expected out of her first match at AFW. She would have called it a farce, if she hadnâ€t been enjoying it so much.

“Wells Quinn,” she repeated, slowly, as if tasting the other girlâ€s name on her tongue. “Thatâ€s a strange name, but a very cute one. I think it suits you.”

She smiled, and went to put a hand on the other pink-haired girlâ€s shoulder, but Wells suddenly sprang up and hopped backwards. Axelle would get to her feet, following Wellsâ€s lead, but was still caught unprepared when the bell rang and Wells immediately went on the attack, capturing Axelle with a tight hug around the waist. “Ungh!” the French girl gasped, wiggling in Wellsâ€s hold. “Did you…do all of that just to distract me?” she asked, with a little smile.

"Mwahahahaha!" Wells cackled as she held onto Axelle tightly. "I didn't! But now that you are distracted, prepare for my most fiercest devistating attack of ever!" Wells slid one hand down to grip Axelle's butt firmly and hold her in place while the other danced lightly up and down Axelle's side with gentle fingers.

"Tickle attack! Ahahaha! You only have two choices! Give up or pee yourself!" Wells then looked up at Axelle. "Don't do the second thing though! It's not very ladylike!" She whispered as if she was giving Axelle advice.

Axelle couldnâ€t help but smile as her manic opponent held onto her and laughed wickedly. Wells had played her like a violin, and now Axelle was in a decidedly inferior position, right off the bat. The girl might be a little crazy, but she sure was smart, too. “Most fiercest devastating attack of ever?” Axelle repeated, once again a little uncertain of what exactly the girl meant. This time, though, she was almost certain that it was Wellsâ€s phrasing which was the problem, and not her understanding of the English language.

She would soon learn exactly what Wells meant, however, when the other pink-haired girl would move one hand down to grab her butt and slide the other around to her side. “Gugh!” Axelle gasped, as she was held tightly in her opponentâ€s grasp. Then, Wellsâ€s fingers began dancing lightly up and down her side. Axelle breathed in sharply, then froze, trying to keep herself from laughing. She would only last a few seconds, however, before she couldnâ€t help but let the giggles bubble up and spill out of her mouth in a loud, raucous stream.

“H-heh heh!” she laughed, looking at Wells with teary eyes. “I…d-donâ€t, heh, care about being ladylike! Ha ha, Iâ€m a wrestler, heh, after all…but I think, h-heh heh heh, I think I have more than just the two options!”

Axelle would reach one arm up and around the back of Wellsâ€s neck, trying to force the girl down into a headlock and hopefully stop the tickle torture. Then, Axelle would wrap her other arm around Wellsâ€s waist, and, unless the other girl stopped her, she would try to lift Wells up and toss her backwards, trying to throw her down onto the mat on her back.

Wells gasped when her head was tightly clamped down. She stopped the tickling but tried to tug onto Axell's tights to try and pull herself free, not realizing she could be giving the pink haired Frenchie quite the wedgie. But she wasn't able to totally pull free and Axelle was so much bigger than Wells, that she could easily be pulled into the awkward kawaii suplex.

She made sure she held on tight and pulled with both hands on Axelle's tights until she crashed against the mat where she laid dazed and groaning in pain.

“Eep!” Axelle gasped, a little unnerved by the tugging on her leotard. Wells probably didnâ€t intend to, but she was giving Axelle quite the wedgie, something that the French girl was not quite accustomed to. The feeling was a strange one, as the stretchy blue spandex was pulled painfully upwards, revealing her rather pale butt cheeks to the audience.

Still, she managed to follow through with the awkward suplex, tossing Wells down hard onto the mat, managing to force the girl to release her tight costume—but not before she had given the entire arena a generous glimpse at her pasty hindquarters. Axelleâ€s face once again turned a deep red as she realized how exposed she had been for a second. As subtly as she could, she would pull the material back into its proper position, shielding her decency.

Then, she looked down at the groaning Wells. Axelle crossed her arms in front of her small chest and stuck out her lips poutily. “Tâ€es folle,” she said. “Youâ€re crazy. What am I going to do with you?”

Not waiting for an answer, Axelle would step between Wellsâ€s legs, grab one, spin around, and tuck the other below it. If she managed to do all of that, she would then fall backwards to lock Wells into the figure four leglock.

Wells blinked away the bright arena lights that flashed in her vision and tilted her head to see Axelle pulling lycra out of her butt. Her cheeks flushed but it was kind of funny how she did it. Wells laughed and slowly began to sit up until her fellow pink hair loomed over her.

Wells rubbed the back of her head when she heard Axelle's words. She opened her mouth and the tiny O her lips formed widened when Axelle fell into a figure four. "OHMIGODTHATHURTS!" She screamed and pounded the mat.

"Why are you a cyborg ninja!?" She said as she clawed at the mat. "Everyone knows you're supposed to wait until the match is over to use this kind of move!" She said as she tried her best to fight through the pain.

Axelle would keep Wells locked tightly in the figure four leglock, listening to the girlâ€s complaints with confusion. “Cyborg ninja?” she repeated, not entirely sure what her fellow pink-haired wrestler was trying to imply with that turn of phrase. “What are you talking about? And, uh, not just about the ninja thing, but about waiting until the match is over to perform such a move. I donâ€t really understand what you mean, Wells.”

Keeping up the pressure on Wellsâ€s legs, Axelle couldnâ€t help but be a little pained by her opponentâ€s wounded cries, instantly beginning to miss the girlâ€s kooky, happy-go-lucky demeanor from before the match had begun. “Wells, if it hurts that badly, you might just submit,” she suggested gently, patting the girlâ€s ankle. “Thereâ€s not much else you can do, because I donâ€t intend to let go of your leg anytime soon.”

"Oooooh!?" Wells tried to speak while she was in pain. "There's nothing I can do!?" She squealed. "What if you're too busy peeing your pants, HUH!?" She said. She had gotten a devious idea from her earlier devious plan. Axelle was a foolish girl who did not wear wrestling boots. Wells licked one of her fingers and then tried tickling Holt's little toes with her hand. It seemed to work last time. Why not now? It's not like she was going to drag Axelle to the ropes anyway. She was so tiny!

Axelle shook her head, giving Wells a solemn, very serious look as the girl repeated her. “Nothing,” she confirmed. “So why donâ€t you—h-hey, wait!”

Axelle had been talking over her opponent, figuring that the girl would just be grunting and cursing in pain, but she heard what Wells had said, and it did not sound good for her—not at all. Before she could even weigh her options, Axelle felt a wet little finger wiggling across her woefully unprotected toes, eliciting a series of loud, frantic chuckles from her. “Heh heh, stop it! Stop!” she demanded, her leglock loosening as she tried to get her feet away from her pink-haired peer. Knowing that she could not keep the hold locked on without offering up her feet for further tickle torture, however, Axelle reluctantly let go of Wellsâ€s leg and scooted backwards, trying to get away from the girlâ€s torturous fingers.