Trish (at first, at least)

Maybe it was because Kim was still excited from her fight with Torrie, or maybe Trish was just a much better wrestler. But when the two girls fell to the floor, Kim landed on her front with Trish lying down on top of her back. Kim's tits hit the floor, and the pain caused her to freeze just long enough for Trish to grab both her arms and pull them behind her back in a chicken wing.

"You don't seem to understand something, you silly whore..." Trish caught Kim's right wrist in her left hand. She then put her feet on the inside of Kim's thighs, making Kim spread her legs open. Now Kim was pinned and nearly helpless on the floor, with Trish on top of her.

"I didn't come to a sex fighting league because I needed the money or the exposure."

Trish reached down and began to rub Kim's pussy from behind, very slowly, teasing her. Kim gasped. Her skin began to flush, and her heart rate increased.

"I came here because I like it..."

She inserted one finger. Kim was dripping wet already.

"...and because I'm good at it."

Kim moaned as Trish began to finger fuck her with slow, even strokes. It was driving Kim wild, and the helplessness wasn't helping. She couldn't get her arms free, and couldn't move her legs anywhere above the knee.

"Mmm, I love it when they struggle."

Trish began to hump against Kim's ass while still fingering her.

Feeling an orgasm building, Kim began to fight madly, desperately trying to throw Trish off her...