Sam is full of tricks

“Ready?” Monica called out to the two wrestlers, checking her watch to make sure it was in sync with her call as she said, “ …Go!” officially signifying the start of the match. She withdrew from the center and focused on the two in the middle of the ring.

Immediately, Sam stalked Daxia, crouching low and keeping her eyes open for any openings she could take advantage of. She wanted to pull her rival down and work her on the ground, knowing that Daxia was new to wrestling. Daxia warily circled, treating this as any other martial arts encounter. She saw Sam move in and matched her speed to keep the distance between them the same, just out of her opponent’s swinging range.

Undeterred, Sam stayed after her until Daxia ran out of ring space. Cornered, she had **** but to meet her opponent head on. She braced herself and went in. They locked up like in a professional wrestling match, only this was a ploy by Daxia to get her hands on Sam. Now, she was able to grab her opponent’s shoulder and twist her around, flipping around as if they were performing a dance. Daxia kept circling, spinning the two around until she had enough momentum to flip the smaller wrestler onto her back.

WHUMP!

The crowd of onlookers “Oohed” at the impressive takedown. Samantha stared up at the ceiling, stunned.

Daxia took the opportunity to mount her. As soon as she made contact, Sam’s head went back into the game.

“OK, so Tina’s been teaching you a few things!” she admitted, fending off the mount. “But I’ve got some moves of my own!”

To prove this, Sam hooked her arm around Daxia’s neck and pulled her in for a pin, hooking her other arm around the Chinese girl’s leg. Daxia yelped in surprise, feeling herself roll onto the mat. Sam’s grip was tight too, so it took some energy to break free.

Daxia kicked out even though there wasn’t a count. She rolled free and got to her feet. Sam watched from the ground with a smirk on her lips.

“What’s so funny?” Daxia asked. “You couldn’t hold me down!”

“Maybe not…” Sam shrugged, then held up something in her hand. “But I did get a hold of something else…”

Daxia looked over and recognized her blue thong.

“Five points Sam!” Monica announced.

Daxia looked down to find herself bottomless! Instinctively, she covered up, which proved to be a rookie mistake. Like a bolt of lightning, Samantha zoomed towards her with a tackle! The two bowled over, rolling back onto the mat. Xia landed shoulders to the mat and a warm sensation in her crotch.

“Six! Seven!” Monica was counting.

Daxia looked up and saw Sam vigorously rubbing her clit. If she wasn’t straight she might have been turned on by the whole thing, but she was convinced that the moisture around her groin was just from the sweat of wrestling. Sam’s fingers did feel pleasantly soothing, but it was because she was touching an erogenous zone, anything touching her there would cause arousal.

Daxia didn’t have time to overanalyze, she was in the middle of a match and didn’t want to put in a poor showing for her first time. She pushed off and scrambled to get some points for herself. Sam was quick to defend though and intercepted Daxia with her hands. Their fingers interlocked as they fell into a test of strength. Sam was smaller but she was proving to be tenacious. Daxia did not have the strength training but had the slight height advantage with longer limbs for better leverage. That was all she needed. Once she got to her feet, she bent low and hooked Sam’s shoulder over hers, then lifted and flipped her in a move Tina had been training her to do.

The judo flip had Sam on the mat again. This time, Daxia didn’t wait, she went in and snatched away Sam’s bikini top. Sam tried to hold on, but the flimsy fabric pulled apart at the strings and was off. Daxia then took one arm over Sam’s head and wrapped Sam’s arm behind her back so that she could lean in and suck on her small breast.

Sam gasped underneath Daxia, flailing her legs and free arm in an attempt to break loose.

“Seven, eight!” Monica counted.

By nine, Sam managed to wriggle her head out and bite down on Daxia’s dangling boob.

“Ow!” Daxia yelped, reeling back.

“Watch the biting!” Monica warned.

Daxia pulled away and rubbed her tit, quickly realizing she could feel her bare breast in her hand. She looked over and saw Sam looking back, on her knees, grinning like a gremlin with Daxia’s bikini top between her teeth.

“Hey!” Daxia protested. Sam wasn’t wriggling to get free earlier, she was secretly untying Daxia’ bikini top so that it would be loosen enough to pull off!

“Twelve points for Sam!” Monica announced.

To add insult to injury, Sam idly tried on the stripped away garment, even though it was a cup size too big for her. “Did Tina forget to teach you about that?” Sam teased. “I could give you a few pointers!”

Now fully nude, Daxia had to ignore the humiliation and get back at Sam. She simply needed to get the girl naked as well and she’d be back in the lead. She raced after her smaller opponent, but this time it was Sam that was backing off, staying just out of reach. She could skirt around the ring edge as well, making it next to impossible to corner her.

“Time’s running down, ladies!” Monica called out.

“So,” Sonya said, scootching up next to Jen as Elsa planted herself on the other side of the strawberry blonde onlooker. “Who do you got to take this match?”

“Hmm?”

“Who’s going to win?” Elsa clarified.

“I don’t know, they seem evenly matched…” Jen observed.

“Come on…” Sonya urged. “Let’s make a bet!”

“I don’t know…” Jen hemmed.

“It kin be a small bet! Nothing serious!” Elsa offered. “How about; loser has to scrub the winner in the showah?”

Jen perked at the idea of her scrubbing Sonya down and double perked at the idea of Sonya doing it to her.

“I’m down,” Sonya agreed, with a chime to her voice. She seemed equally keen on the stakes.

“Well… OK then…”

“So, who’s it gonna be?” Elsa asked.