Lia Harrison vs Lady Lakota - Facesitting Match

Lia didn't have the energy to spare on making a verbal retort, but her opponent's words did get to her, at least a little bit. She was determined not to at least lose right away. Taking as deep a breath as her chest that was compressed against her opponent's breasts would let her, Lia tried to spin around in the brunette's arms. The total spin wasn't a lot, maybe a quarter turn at most, but her elbow that wasn't keeping hold of the girl's head moved enough distance that she felt them hit something. Maybe the neck or the head? She couldn't see what, but it was something.

Lia had evidently been spurred to action by Janetâ€s last few words, as the Native American girl figured out when her captured opponent managed to ram her elbow into the side of her head. “Nnnngh!” Janet groaned, disoriented, letting go of her lighter-haired opponent and falling backwards against the ropes. Both of her hands went up to her temple, rubbing the sore spot where her opponentâ€s elbow had struck.

“Gaahh…darn it…” she growled, realizing she had missed a good opportunity there. With any luck, though, Lia would be weakened enough that Janet might still have an advantage. Straightening back up to her full height, Janet would crack her knuckles and put her hands up again. “Iâ€m…not going to go down that easily, sweetie,” she would say, lowering herself a bit and assuming a grappling posture, beckoning for Lia to lock up with her for a test of strength.

Lia thankfully got out of that very tight bearhug, a little longer and it mightâ€ve been bad, and she took a few steps away from the Native American girl, towards the centre of the ring, before hearing her words. “Haha... Well, thatâ€s what people like us do over here, isnâ€t it?” She wasnâ€t too sure what what she said meant, but it seemed like something that fit. Stay focused on it.

Seeing that the other girl was putting her hands out to grapple with her, Lia wasnâ€t the type to refuse a challenge, even one that she was sure to end poorly for her. The excitement of the moment was starting to pump into her, so with their hands locked, Lia would smile and push forward at her opponent. She wasnâ€t the strongest, but it was either try this or do some kind of sneak attack, which she never really enjoyed, that wasnâ€t her nature.

“Uh, sure,” Janet said in response to the other girlâ€s statement. She wasnâ€t quite sure what her opponent meant, but she didnâ€t really feel like trying to decipher it right now. Her opponent was approaching, stretching out her own arms in front of her, and Janet readied herself for the lockup which could prove to be important in determining who would have the momentum to start off the match.

The Native American wrestler would cautiously intertwine her fingers with Liaâ€s, and then, once their hands were locked together, begin pushing against the silvery-haired girl, only just enough to keep them equal. She was holding most of her strength in reserve, waiting to see just how strong Lia actually was before she committed herself totally to pushing the girl backwards. So she would just do enough to keep them even, staring into Liaâ€s eyes challengingly, daring her to try to push harder.

Lia wasnâ€t a strong person, she knew that. But she didnâ€t know how strong her opponent was, and it didnâ€t look like that her own lack of strength was so evident that the other girl had just noticed yet. So, she pushed with enough strength to put up a challenge, but keeping just enough back so that if it looked like the two were about even, she could push ahead. Unlikely, but just a plan.

When it came down to it though, seeing her opponent stare at her was a little bit unnerving, green directly looking into her red eyes., but she pushed ahead anyways. It seemed that they werenâ€t getting anywhere just right now, but it seemed like that the other girl was purposefully keeping it that way.Lia decided to just go for it, and pushed all-in, more to make the Lakota girl push with all her strength, just to see where they actually measured.

After a few seconds, it became obvious that Lia was holding back, as well, making the test of strength practically worthless, at least when it came to determining which of them might be able to out-muscle the other. Janet thought that she was probably stronger than Lia, but, without both of them giving it their all, she couldn't know for sure. The uncertainty made her want to break off the contest and try to surprise her opponent with some other kind of attack. The Native American girl did not do this, however, and she did not take her green eyes off of Liaâ€s own red ones—the staring seemed to have an effect on the girl, unnerving her. She was going to do something, soon, if Janet was reading her right.

And, after a few more seconds of awkward, half-hearted pushing, the lighter-haired girl made her move, pushing forward with all her might and forcing the Native American girl to take a couple of steps backwards to compensate and maintain her balance. She would immediately go all-in on this test of strength herself, however, flexing her muscles and throwing herself forward, trying to push Lia back—first to where they had begun this challenge, then, if she could, all the way back to the ropes.

Lia felt her opponent give way for a second, and her confidence jumped up, thinking that maybe she'd have a chance to make up for the bearhug earlier. Just then though, the brown-haired girl pushed back, harder than before, forcing her back up, and then backwards into the ropes and onto the mat. "Ugh... you're really strong, huh?", Lia asked as she found herself down underneath her opponent's body now. Even as she said so, a bit of a blush formed when she only just realized the full extent of how little they were wearing.

She was trapped by the hands, but her legs were still free, at least for now. So before they got locked down too, Lia kicked up her legs and wrapped them around her opponent's body, maybe it would catch her by surprise.

It did not take too long for Janet to confirm to herself that, yes, she was indeed the stronger of the two of them. After having to backpedal a little when her opponent first applied some pressure, her counterassault had been wildly successful, as she had managed to not only regain those couple of steps, but had also managed to push Lia back beyond their starting point, all the way to the ropes. Lady Lakota would not let up even then—she would keep pushing her opponent backwards, trying to bend her painfully over the ropes. “I am pretty darn strong, sweetie,” she said with a smile. Somehow, though—whether it was intentionally or accidentally—Lia lost her balance and fell to the mat, pulling Janet along with her.

“Waah!” Janet exclaimed, a little surprised by the sudden fall. She could not complain, though—she was now securely on top of her opponent, holding the girlâ€s hands with her own. It was quite the dominant position, and Janet would giggle a little when she noticed her opponent seemed flustered. She would wiggle her torso back and forth, rubbing her breasts left and right across those of her opponent. “Mm…do you like that, sweetie? Does that feel good?” she asked sultrily. Unfortunately for her, she did not notice Liaâ€s legs rising up to clamp down around her waist, and, when they did manage to capture her, the Native American girl let out a surprised, pained cry. “Owaaagh!” she gasped, immediately letting go of Liaâ€s hands to try to pry herself free from the girlâ€s legs.

“Yeah... you sure a-Ugh!”, ia would say before her head hit into the mat with more force than was probably recommended for good long-term brain health. But her troubles were a bit more immediate.The breast rubbing seemed a bit over the top to Lia, even though she herself had agreed to a match that was pretty much guaranteed to put her in embarrassing positions like this. With the stronger girl basically on her body even though she had got her clamped in her legs, it wasnâ€t going to take too long for the brunette to force her way out.

So, looking at the situation in a rushed mental plan, she was technically in control, but in a position that couldnâ€t do much about it... so, what to do now? She had a little bit of time, but not much, with the other girl pulling her legs, slowly moving them apart. “Sorry about this...”, Lia muttered quietly as she brought her hands up, grabbing onto the Native girlâ€s shoulders, bumping her chest back into the Lakota girlâ€s while doing so. If she had got a good grip, sheâ€d pull down while spinning her body, trying to reverse the position they were in.

The girl seemed a little embarrassed, but took the breast-rubbing a lot better than Lady Lakota had assumed she would. Janet would find out why the girl had not been so flustered just moments later—Lia had had a plan, and managed to get her legs around Janetâ€s torso, squeezing the Lakota girl hard, forcing her to let go of her foeâ€s hands to try to pry herself free. “Aah! Let me go!” Janet demanded. But Lia did not let her go. Instead, the girl used her newly-freed hands to grab the Native American girl by the shoulders and turn the two of them over. Their chests bumped together again as Lia took the top position, putting Janet on the bottom.

“Damn it!” she groaned, now being pressed into the mat by her opponent. She would let go of the girlâ€s legs and grab onto her shoulders, as well, trying to throw her over onto her side before she could do anything to try to solidify her advantage.