Post by Knowlesey on May 29, 2024 13:57:59 GMT
The air was electric with anticipation as two of the most celebrated wrestlers in the league, Maisie Smith and Emily Atack, prepared to face off against each other. Both women were known for their stunning looks, and athleticism, which they had honed for this tournament, and now, their fans were about to witness an epic showdown.
As the referee called them to the center of the ring, Maisie and Emily stood side by side, their bodies glistening with sweat under their skimpy lingerie. The crowd roared with excitement, waving signs and banners, cheering on their favorite.
The match began with a test of strength, as both women locked up in a tight embrace. They strained against each other, grunting and groaning, their muscles tense and defined. Maisie pushed Emily back, but Emily managed to regain her footing and delivered a stiff kick to Maisie's midsection. The audience gasped in surprise and delight as Maisie stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach in pain.
Undeterred, Emily pounced, grabbing Maisie by the hair and throwing her to the mat with a resounding thud. She pinned Maisie down and began to rain down blows, her fists flying faster and faster. Maisie struggled valiantly, trying to wriggle free, but Emily's grip was like steel. The crowd cheered and jeered, urging their favorite wrestler on.
As the onslaught continued, Maisie managed to reach out and grab Emily's leg, tripping her up. Emily fell to the mat with a groan, giving Maisie the opening she needed. Quick as a flash, Maisie scrambled on top of Emily and pinned her shoulders to the mat. The referee counted slowly, "One...two..." and Emily kicked out, breaking the pin. They both rolled away from each other, catching their breath, as the crowd roared their approval.
They were on their feet again, and Emily feinted a kick before lunging forward, trying to take Maisie down to the mat. Maisie sidestepped out of the way, though, and delivered a stiff forearm to Emily's chest. Emily staggered back, momentarily winded, and Maisie followed up with a spinning roundhouse kick that connected solidly with Emily's side. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily crumpled to the mat, clutching at her ribs in pain.
Maisie looked down at her opponent with a steely determination, knowing that this was her chance to win. She climbed up onto the second rope, lifting her leg high above her head before delivering a picture-perfect moonsault onto Emily's prone form. The impact sent shockwaves through the arena, and Emily let out a pained groan as she felt the air rush out of her lungs.
The referee quickly slid into the ring and began to count, "One...two...three..." Emily managed to roll out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding the three-count. She lay on the mat, gasping for air, as Maisie bent down, and hauled her up again by her arms, lifting her off her feet, before slamming her back-first into the mat with a resounding thud. The crowd let out a collective groan of disappointment as Emily lay motionless on the mat, and Maisie was picking her back up, this time by her legs, lifting her high in the air, and then slamming her back down again with a crushing Boston Crab maneuver. Emily screamed out in agony, her body contorting in pain, as Maisie kept her legs locked tight around Emily's midsection, although Emily managed to wriggle free, rolling out of the ring to the safety of the apron.
Maisie, looking triumphant, climbed out after her, her muscles tense and her heart racing, as she slowly walked around the ring, taunting Emily, daring her to come back in. The crowd, sensing the drama unfolding before them, roared their approval, urging Emily to fight back, to not give up. And fight back she did, leaping off the top turnbuckle with a flying clothesline that sent Maisie crashing to the mat with a thud. The impact shook the ring, and Emily rolled back into the ring, her eyes ablaze with determination, dragging Maisie in by her hair, as the crowd jeered.
The two women circled each other warily, each one waiting for the other to make the first move. Emily feinted a kick, and Maisie ducked out of the way, only to be met with a stiff forearm to the face that sent her staggering back. They exchanged more blows, each one landing with a sickening thud, as the crowd hung on the edge of their seats. Maisie managed to trip Emily up, taking her down to the mat with a textbook takedown. She straddled Emily's chest, pinning her arms to the mat, and began to slide her knees up Emily's body, targeting her soft, vulnerable flesh. Emily let out a guttural scream as Maisie's knees dug into her ribs, the pain almost unbearable. She struggled to break free, but Maisie was too strong, too determined.
The referee slid into the ring, checking to see if Emily had submitted. She shook her head, refusing to give in. Maisie leaned forward, her muscles taut as she strained to apply more pressure. Emily's face was flushed red from the pain, her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to give up. Just as Maisie thought she had her opponent beat, Emily managed to summon a last reserves of strength, bucking her hips violently, sending Maisie tumbling to the mat beside her. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily scrambled to her feet, her body aching from the punishment she'd taken.
Maisie, surprised by the sudden reversal, staggered back to her feet, glaring at Emily. They circled each other warily, both women knowing that the end was near. Emily feinted a kick, but Maisie saw it coming and easily sidestepped out of the way. She countered with a stiff jab to Emily's gut, doubling her over. In that moment, Maisie launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around Emily's waist and lifting her off the ground with a belly-to-belly suplex. Emily landed with a loud thud, the air rushing out of her lungs. The referee slid into the ring again, starting the count.
Maisie crawled over to Emily, her muscles coiled and ready to strike. With a final surge of adrenaline, Emily managed to roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding Maisie's follow-up elbow drop. She scrambled to her feet, her legs wobbling, but she stood tall nonetheless. The crowd roared their approval, urging her on. Seeing Emily's determination, Maisie knew she had to finish this quickly. They exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks, both women landing solid blows. Maisie ducked under a wild swing, spinning around, and planted her foot firmly in Emily's stomach, sending her flying across the ring. Emily landed hard on her back, the wind knocked out of her again, Maisie grabbing her hair before Emily could roll back onto all fours.
"Give up, Emily!" Maisie shouted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is over!"
But Emily didn't listen. With a burst of adrenaline, she pushed herself up off the mat, ignoring the burning pain in her side. She dodged Maisie's next attack, ducking under her arm and delivering a stiff kick to her leg. The impact sent Maisie stumbling back, and Emily seized the opportunity, launching herself forward with a clothesline that sent Maisie crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily climbed to her feet, her eyes burning with determination.
Maisie struggled to her knees, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, but now Emily was in control, and she slid her hands under Maisie's armpits, and lifted her, forcing her back against the turnbuckle. Emily placed a boot against Maisie's stomach, pushing her further into the turnbuckle, trapping her there. The crowd roared their approval as Emily began to pummel Maisie with a series of punches and kicks. Maisie winced in pain, trying to defend herself, but Emily was relentless.
With each passing second, Maisie's strength faded, her breath growing shallow. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest as one of Emily's kicks connected with her injured ribs. Desperate, she reached out, trying to grab onto anything to stop Emily's onslaught. Her fingers brushed against the ropes, and she clung to them for dear life. The referee saw this, and called for the match to be stopped.
Emily, however, wasn't finished yet. She pulled Maisie away from the ropes, and with one final kick to the stomach, sent her crashing to the mat. The crowd gasped as Emily stood over Maisie, her chest heaving from exertion. She raised her hands in victory, taking in the cheers of the crowd, then dropped on top of Maisie, her knees thudding into Maisie's belly, pinning her to the mat. The referee slid in, and with a thud of his hand against the mat, began to count for a pin fall.
"One!" he shouted, and the crowd echoed his voice. "Two!" He paused for a moment, catching his breath, before continuing. "Three!" Another pause, and then the crowd was on their feet now, roaring their approval as Emily's hands were raised in triumph. The referee stepped between them, helping Emily to her feet. She grinned, breathless and exhilarated, as she took in the cheers of the crowd.
She looked down at Maisie, still struggling to catch her breath on the mat, and simply sat down on her face, her crotch over her mouth and nose, and twitched as she felt Maisie's tongue lick her inner thigh. "That's it, Maisie," Emily breathed into her ear. "Just relax and enjoy it." The crowd went wild, cheering and chanting Emily's name. As Maisie fought to free herself, she felt Emily's hand reach down and grab her hair, pulling her head back up into Emily's lap. "No, no, Maisie," Emily teased, "we don't want you to pass out before you've had your prize."
Emily leaned down, her lips brushing against Maisie's ear. "You know, you've got such a pretty face, and such a nice body. I could have a lot of fun with you, if you'd just be a good girl and do what you're told." She felt Maisie's body tense under her, and she knew she'd struck a nerve. "Or," Emily continued, her voice low and dangerous, "I could just keep sitting on your face until you can't breathe anymore." The crowd grew silent, hanging on Emily's every word.
Maisie felt her own strength ebbing away, her lungs burning for air. She didn't want this, but she didn't know how to stop it. She could feel Emily's heat against her face, her scent filling her nose. As much as she hated it, there was something...exciting about it too. She couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her as Emily held her helpless, controlling her every breath.
The crowd around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their own private world. Maisie could feel Emily's thighs tighten around her head, her hips beginning to move in a rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. She tried to struggle, but it was useless; Emily was too strong, and she allowed the darkness in.
As the referee called them to the center of the ring, Maisie and Emily stood side by side, their bodies glistening with sweat under their skimpy lingerie. The crowd roared with excitement, waving signs and banners, cheering on their favorite.
The match began with a test of strength, as both women locked up in a tight embrace. They strained against each other, grunting and groaning, their muscles tense and defined. Maisie pushed Emily back, but Emily managed to regain her footing and delivered a stiff kick to Maisie's midsection. The audience gasped in surprise and delight as Maisie stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach in pain.
Undeterred, Emily pounced, grabbing Maisie by the hair and throwing her to the mat with a resounding thud. She pinned Maisie down and began to rain down blows, her fists flying faster and faster. Maisie struggled valiantly, trying to wriggle free, but Emily's grip was like steel. The crowd cheered and jeered, urging their favorite wrestler on.
As the onslaught continued, Maisie managed to reach out and grab Emily's leg, tripping her up. Emily fell to the mat with a groan, giving Maisie the opening she needed. Quick as a flash, Maisie scrambled on top of Emily and pinned her shoulders to the mat. The referee counted slowly, "One...two..." and Emily kicked out, breaking the pin. They both rolled away from each other, catching their breath, as the crowd roared their approval.
They were on their feet again, and Emily feinted a kick before lunging forward, trying to take Maisie down to the mat. Maisie sidestepped out of the way, though, and delivered a stiff forearm to Emily's chest. Emily staggered back, momentarily winded, and Maisie followed up with a spinning roundhouse kick that connected solidly with Emily's side. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily crumpled to the mat, clutching at her ribs in pain.
Maisie looked down at her opponent with a steely determination, knowing that this was her chance to win. She climbed up onto the second rope, lifting her leg high above her head before delivering a picture-perfect moonsault onto Emily's prone form. The impact sent shockwaves through the arena, and Emily let out a pained groan as she felt the air rush out of her lungs.
The referee quickly slid into the ring and began to count, "One...two...three..." Emily managed to roll out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding the three-count. She lay on the mat, gasping for air, as Maisie bent down, and hauled her up again by her arms, lifting her off her feet, before slamming her back-first into the mat with a resounding thud. The crowd let out a collective groan of disappointment as Emily lay motionless on the mat, and Maisie was picking her back up, this time by her legs, lifting her high in the air, and then slamming her back down again with a crushing Boston Crab maneuver. Emily screamed out in agony, her body contorting in pain, as Maisie kept her legs locked tight around Emily's midsection, although Emily managed to wriggle free, rolling out of the ring to the safety of the apron.
Maisie, looking triumphant, climbed out after her, her muscles tense and her heart racing, as she slowly walked around the ring, taunting Emily, daring her to come back in. The crowd, sensing the drama unfolding before them, roared their approval, urging Emily to fight back, to not give up. And fight back she did, leaping off the top turnbuckle with a flying clothesline that sent Maisie crashing to the mat with a thud. The impact shook the ring, and Emily rolled back into the ring, her eyes ablaze with determination, dragging Maisie in by her hair, as the crowd jeered.
The two women circled each other warily, each one waiting for the other to make the first move. Emily feinted a kick, and Maisie ducked out of the way, only to be met with a stiff forearm to the face that sent her staggering back. They exchanged more blows, each one landing with a sickening thud, as the crowd hung on the edge of their seats. Maisie managed to trip Emily up, taking her down to the mat with a textbook takedown. She straddled Emily's chest, pinning her arms to the mat, and began to slide her knees up Emily's body, targeting her soft, vulnerable flesh. Emily let out a guttural scream as Maisie's knees dug into her ribs, the pain almost unbearable. She struggled to break free, but Maisie was too strong, too determined.
The referee slid into the ring, checking to see if Emily had submitted. She shook her head, refusing to give in. Maisie leaned forward, her muscles taut as she strained to apply more pressure. Emily's face was flushed red from the pain, her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to give up. Just as Maisie thought she had her opponent beat, Emily managed to summon a last reserves of strength, bucking her hips violently, sending Maisie tumbling to the mat beside her. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily scrambled to her feet, her body aching from the punishment she'd taken.
Maisie, surprised by the sudden reversal, staggered back to her feet, glaring at Emily. They circled each other warily, both women knowing that the end was near. Emily feinted a kick, but Maisie saw it coming and easily sidestepped out of the way. She countered with a stiff jab to Emily's gut, doubling her over. In that moment, Maisie launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around Emily's waist and lifting her off the ground with a belly-to-belly suplex. Emily landed with a loud thud, the air rushing out of her lungs. The referee slid into the ring again, starting the count.
Maisie crawled over to Emily, her muscles coiled and ready to strike. With a final surge of adrenaline, Emily managed to roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding Maisie's follow-up elbow drop. She scrambled to her feet, her legs wobbling, but she stood tall nonetheless. The crowd roared their approval, urging her on. Seeing Emily's determination, Maisie knew she had to finish this quickly. They exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks, both women landing solid blows. Maisie ducked under a wild swing, spinning around, and planted her foot firmly in Emily's stomach, sending her flying across the ring. Emily landed hard on her back, the wind knocked out of her again, Maisie grabbing her hair before Emily could roll back onto all fours.
"Give up, Emily!" Maisie shouted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is over!"
But Emily didn't listen. With a burst of adrenaline, she pushed herself up off the mat, ignoring the burning pain in her side. She dodged Maisie's next attack, ducking under her arm and delivering a stiff kick to her leg. The impact sent Maisie stumbling back, and Emily seized the opportunity, launching herself forward with a clothesline that sent Maisie crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily climbed to her feet, her eyes burning with determination.
Maisie struggled to her knees, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, but now Emily was in control, and she slid her hands under Maisie's armpits, and lifted her, forcing her back against the turnbuckle. Emily placed a boot against Maisie's stomach, pushing her further into the turnbuckle, trapping her there. The crowd roared their approval as Emily began to pummel Maisie with a series of punches and kicks. Maisie winced in pain, trying to defend herself, but Emily was relentless.
With each passing second, Maisie's strength faded, her breath growing shallow. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest as one of Emily's kicks connected with her injured ribs. Desperate, she reached out, trying to grab onto anything to stop Emily's onslaught. Her fingers brushed against the ropes, and she clung to them for dear life. The referee saw this, and called for the match to be stopped.
Emily, however, wasn't finished yet. She pulled Maisie away from the ropes, and with one final kick to the stomach, sent her crashing to the mat. The crowd gasped as Emily stood over Maisie, her chest heaving from exertion. She raised her hands in victory, taking in the cheers of the crowd, then dropped on top of Maisie, her knees thudding into Maisie's belly, pinning her to the mat. The referee slid in, and with a thud of his hand against the mat, began to count for a pin fall.
"One!" he shouted, and the crowd echoed his voice. "Two!" He paused for a moment, catching his breath, before continuing. "Three!" Another pause, and then the crowd was on their feet now, roaring their approval as Emily's hands were raised in triumph. The referee stepped between them, helping Emily to her feet. She grinned, breathless and exhilarated, as she took in the cheers of the crowd.
She looked down at Maisie, still struggling to catch her breath on the mat, and simply sat down on her face, her crotch over her mouth and nose, and twitched as she felt Maisie's tongue lick her inner thigh. "That's it, Maisie," Emily breathed into her ear. "Just relax and enjoy it." The crowd went wild, cheering and chanting Emily's name. As Maisie fought to free herself, she felt Emily's hand reach down and grab her hair, pulling her head back up into Emily's lap. "No, no, Maisie," Emily teased, "we don't want you to pass out before you've had your prize."
Emily leaned down, her lips brushing against Maisie's ear. "You know, you've got such a pretty face, and such a nice body. I could have a lot of fun with you, if you'd just be a good girl and do what you're told." She felt Maisie's body tense under her, and she knew she'd struck a nerve. "Or," Emily continued, her voice low and dangerous, "I could just keep sitting on your face until you can't breathe anymore." The crowd grew silent, hanging on Emily's every word.
Maisie felt her own strength ebbing away, her lungs burning for air. She didn't want this, but she didn't know how to stop it. She could feel Emily's heat against her face, her scent filling her nose. As much as she hated it, there was something...exciting about it too. She couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her as Emily held her helpless, controlling her every breath.
The crowd around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their own private world. Maisie could feel Emily's thighs tighten around her head, her hips beginning to move in a rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. She tried to struggle, but it was useless; Emily was too strong, and she allowed the darkness in.