Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:42:13 GMT
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
A woman is seen only from the neck down in an extravagantly colourful and flowing dress dance across the screen, in her wake footage of high flying and acrobatics maneuvers performed by a luchadora as Mexican Hip Hop pours through the speakers.
JEZZY P | SUPERHÉROES
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Out dances the latest iteration from the new stable from The Great White North: The Northern Coalition. Fans immediately recognize the fresh face of McMurray, (her stunning looks are hard to forget) the team’s manager, friend, tag partner, and Dungeon Master.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
The D & D obsessed hottie is bouncing foot to foot in tune with the music while dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh leaving her tan legs uncovered till the eye travelled to her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her dark-haired, and rhythmically gifted client. In singles action today was the solo salsaing woman beside her, The Northern Coalition’s newest hire and Canada’s newest citizen, La Sombra.
LA SOMBRA
Unlike the powerhouse of the team Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring, yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality; Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type while Hazeema was short and extremely curvaceous. La Sombra had the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wore tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, Imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs, the mesh connected to Barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black, metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts was a bikini top the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop that was a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel capped her look off.
Hazeema turns to her supernaturally graceful charge after a sultry hip twist and asks, “You ready for your FAWN debut, bud?”
La Sombra wordlessly takes the lady from Letterkenny in her arms and effortlessly spins and dips her like they’ve been tangoing together for years. One shoe on the ramp, back parallel to the ground, Hazeema is held in the air by La Sombra’s strong hand at the small of her back, making the manager arc her back in a way that audience greatly appreciated. Catching her breath Hazeema looks up into La Sombra’s delighted face.
“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but a yes would have sufficed.”
“From Letterkenny, Ontario Canada by way of Mexico! Accompanied by Hazeema McMurray and representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 157cm and weighing in at 56kgs! The Laughing Skull… La Sombraaaa!”
Sombra sets her busty bestie on her feet and they make her way to the ring, dancing a little to the music as they went, the Mexican Canadian’s long dark hair bouncing slightly with each step. FAWN’s latest luchadora gives her a quick hug valet then hops onto the apron’s edge, she leans back into a supine position under the bottom rope which Sombra grabs with her right hand. She spins her body into a swift 360. A kaleidoscope of red and black flares brightly and briefly before it slows down and reforms into a person, and rolls deeper into the squared circle. La Sombra kips into air quick as a whip and presents herself to the Orlando crowd like she was a prize in a game show. Wordlessly asking, “Do you approve?
And judging by the fan’s reaction, it was an emphatic “Yes!”
It isn’t long before everything fades to black, and as it does the loud sounds of ‘Promiscuous’ by Nelly Furtado play loudly across the speakers.
“And her opponent from Detroit Michigan… Standing at five feet, six inches and weighing in at 120lbs... She is “The Black Sheep, The Scandalous One…. Simply Scandalous Stephanie Sullivan!
PROMISCUOUS- NELLY FURTADO
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STEPHANIE SULLIVAN
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As soon as the #1 pop hit kicked into gear, we can see Stephanie Sullivan emerging through the curtains. It has been a while since we have seen the brunette, she is clad in a long black robe and written on the back in glow in the dark white lettering is the moniker Black Sheep. The front has 3 ‘S’s interlocked with one another across the chest. The crowd begins to shower her with a welcome of cheers and boos alike. She mockingly blows a kiss to the crowd which draws an even bigger negative reaction, taunting them as she struts her way down to the ring. Grinning as she slowly rolls inside. She grabs the opening of her robe and breaks out into an open jacket orgasm, arching her back to thrust out her simply perfect curves as she raises her head to the lights with a euphoric look on her face. The Scandalous One shakes her ass as she tosses her robe to the side which showcases her matching black and white bikini attire. Sullivan bounces around the ring as she waits in anticipation for the match to begin. chuckling as the Zebra checks her over but Stephanie’s eyes move to that of the busty manager pacing by the steel steps to La Sombra’s corner; so focused on not losing face to veteran McMurray doesn’t notice the 50-year-old man in the front row reaching over to take a close up recording of Hazeema’s sexy legs.
“It’s been a long time since I found my way back to a FAWN ring and this is how you greet me?! You give Princess Stephanie a jobber to fight on my return?!”
Stephanie flicks her hair as she taunts Hazeema at ringside as she slowly moves turns her gaze to her opponent, La Sombra. The culturally decorated features of The Northern Coalition’s newest member twists into a scowl at Stephanie Sullivan’s disrespect, before reverting to its natural merry state. Sullivan narrows her eyes at this emotional twist but she isn’t worried, there’s nothing this Canuck can do that she hasn’t seen before. Taking center ring the zebra looks at both of them before he immediately calls for the bell. Stephanie smirks as she runs her hands through her hair as she stares at her opponent, not moving an inch from her corner. “You ready to dance? because I doubt you could keep up…”
La Sombra smirks and slowly approaches the newly returned Princess, crossing her ankles at each step to give the fans behind her a memory of her firm ass moving like a perfect metronome. When just in front of the haughty Sullivan, Sombra bows deeply at the waist with a dramatic flourish.
“At least you know enough to recognize your betters”, Stephanie tries to reward the debuting La Sombra’s politeness with a boot sized dent in her forehead, but La Sombra raises at the last moment capturing the stem in her hands. The Laughing Skull gazes upon the now one-legged and worried Sullivan with a predatory look on her painted face before twisting violently to the mat, Stephanie is forced to copy the Latina’s movement or risk tearing her leg off by the knee. The Detroiter grunts as her back hit the canvas but she has no time to analyze her pain. La Sombra, still holding Stephanie’s leg to her side, wraps her free arm around Stephanie’s noggin and hauls her up for another ligament tearing Dragon Screw!
DRAGON SCREW X2
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“AAAh! You Trick or Treating wannabe! Get offfaahh!”
Stephanie’s order is caught off balance when La Sombra ignores The Princess’ kicking heel as she uses the still captured leg to flip the more experienced wrestler onto her belly, and tries to touch the back of Stephanie’s boot to the back of her head with a Half Crab.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaLbgeDCiRE
Stephanie screams as she is getting stretched out in ways she couldn’t imagine. This was not how she expected her big return to go. She let out a howling scream as the referee walks over and asks if she wants to give up. Stephanie quickly shakes her head refusing to give in to the pain, with all of the strength that she has in her body she uses her upper body strength to crawl towards the turnbuckles. She reaches out with her hand grabbing the bottom coil which causes a rope break. The referee offers a count
One…
Two…
But La Sombra gives the clean break and backs away as Stephanie favours her leg. Stephanie uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet and she glances back over at the Northern Coalition member, currently leaning back against the opposite set of strands with her hands behind her head with elbows pointed out, like she was relaxing on a hammock. Stephanie growls audibly at the sight while the FAWNatics applaud the newcomer’s audacity. The Princess shoves the ref out of the way and stomps over to the smiling skull-faced girl with a slight limp. La Sombra pushes back against the ropes before breaking out into a run to meet her opponent, Stephanie throws out a clothesline that La Sombra ducks while hooking her elbow around Sullivan’s, and trapping the American’s limb with a quick spin and twist into an arm wringer.
“Rrrrgh! You wriggly little bitch!” a bent over Stephanie is lead by the right arm in a wide circle, the luchadora from Letterkenny making sure to bend her foe’s wrist backwards and adding the odd bounce on her tiptoes to make the veteran cry out. The fourth generation of La Familia de Sombras threads Stephanie’s arm between her legs before lying across Sullivan’s strong back and locking her arms under the American’s left shoulder. La Sombra flips forward onto her back and leans on her side to press Stephanie’s shoulders into the mat for the first and possibly only pin of the night.
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ONE!
TWO!
Stephanie’s wildly kicking legs force enough of her weight over to slip free and onto her front to escape defeat. Stephanie angrily pounds on the mat in frustration as she rises back up to her feet, La Sombra is quick to get up and tries to get The Scandalous One off guard, sprinting towards Stephanie with another quick pin in mind. The Detroit native does the same, but this time instead of going for a clothesline she decides to go low and clips La Sombra’s leg with a low tackle! Her right stem buckles and La Sombra falls to the ground, she grabs at her thigh in pain as Stephanie stands up smirking.
“What’s wrong? Your wing is clipped? Time to wear you down…”
With that Stephanie begins to violently drive boot after boot against the right leg of La Sombra. Displeased from the switch to artful wrestling to no-nonsense beating, the surrounding FAWNatics just drown the ring in jeers; The Black Sheep’s successful extended run in the indies and lesser promotions haven’t endeared Stephanie to the Orlando fanbase. Not that it matters to the Princess in question, she just continues to stomp at the leg of the audacious newbie, just working it over till the official finally steps in threatening a DQ if the match doesn’t start up again properly. La Sombra rolls on the ring floor grabbing at her leg in pain, she tries to crawl away but the Black Sheep pulls her back to the center of the ring. Sullivan doesn’t hesitate and places the Mexi-Canadian into a very tight grapevine ankle lock.
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She squeezes her legs as tightly as she can around La Sombra’s, as she keeps on applying more and more pressure to that right leg, focusing mainly on the ankle. “What’s wrong sweetie? I thought you were going to fly on me?!”
“GRrrrrrr!”
The first sound out of the La Sombra’s mouth is not in any specific language, but a universally understood growl of pain and a rejection of her situation. The skull-faced wrestler desperately starts trying to army crawl to a rope break but is greatly hampered by Stephanie sitting all her weight on the back of the Canadian’s thigh and trying to twist off her foot like a bottle cap.
The Northern Coalition’s manager stands at ringside directly ahead of her client slapping the apron with both hands in a steady beat, encouraging the Orlando audience to clap along.
“Come on Sombra! Where’s your hussle, bud?”
Spurred on by her friend and the percussion of a thousands-strong crowd, La Sombra rallies up and drags her way across the ring floor in halting jerks. She reaches her hand forward to grab the rubber strands- Sullivan rises from her seat with the ankle lock still in place, the Simply Scandalous one drags the whining Latina’s chest across the rough canvas before dropping to her butt to reset the grapevine. Before Sullivan can thread her legs around La Sombra’s she turns onto her back and starts scuffing Stephanie’s face with the heel of her boot. The American takes a few rough swipes before angrily relinquishing the ankle and back rolling to her feet, La Sombra fights the urge to cradle her squeaky wheel and staggers away from her enemy and tries to stand, abruptly cut off by a hard punt to the ribs by Stephanie.
La Sombra lets out a deep bellow, holding her side she is sent into a hard tumble before settling on her flank curled up in a fetal position, facing a worried Hazeema McMurray on the outside. Stephanie addresses the booing fanbase, angered by her rough style.
“What? It’s a combat sport you idiots!”
She turns to see her Halloween mascot of a victim had slunk under the bottom rope to the apron and was being tended to by The Northern Coalition’s DM&M: Dungeon Master and Manager. Stephanie scoffs at the inconvenience and stomps toward La Sombra in a model strut. Reaching over the top strand Steph takes two handfuls of the now sitting La Sombra’s… admittedly luxurious dark hair, and pulls the yelping Canuck up, taking advantage of the new meat took their eyes off the ball. Finding Hazeema McMurray’s shrill protests of “HAIR! HAIR! She’s cheating!” to be off-putting she spits down Pakistani-Canadian’s deep cleavage shutting her up with a shocked expression.
“Shut up! You’re in the U.S. now! Quit your BitchiIIIARKK!”
La Sombra reaches up behind her and grabs hold of Stephanie’s head, kicking out her legs the luchadora from Letterkenny lands her shapely ass on the ring’s edge while Stephanie gets a laryngectomy from the top rope. The Detroiter lets go of La Sombra’s hair and massages her throat as she and coughs, thrown back by the strands’ elasticity. Stephanie has to do an awkward moonwalk on her heels to avoid dropping on her rear. La Sombra speedily crawls to the nearest post and climbs to the high rent district (keeping most of the weight on her left leg) keeping her brown eyes trained on the still wheezing Sullivan, the Princess bent over massaging her swan-like neck.
Perched at the top of the corner like Spider-man, La Sombra waits for the veteran to begin to raise her head then takes to the air like a leather butterfly, flipping backward in the air in a perfect 360 she arcs downward to an unsuspecting Stephanie. Just as she finished coughing and wiping tears from her eyes Stephanie gets snared into a front facelock as is SPIKED headfirst into the thinly padded plywood!
LA RUEDA DEL DESTINO
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Stephanie Sullivan does a full headstand for seems like a record-setting amount of time before collapsing face up and flat on the canvas, unmoving. La Sombra turns onto her belly and frog hops to cover the heel in a north/south pin, inadvertently applying a snug front sleeper with Sombra’s tan melons absorbing Sullivan’s face.
One…
Two…
Sullivan shoves off La Sombra with a loud gasp, the Laughing skull’s lack of self jugg awareness may have cost her an early win. No way Stephanie’s getting pinned her first night back in FAWN with a rookie’s tits in her face. Stephanie wasn’t going to stand for this. She quickly makes it up to her feet when she’s steady she watches La Sombra nip up to her feet, a second wind clearly blowing. Stephanie angrily goes for a clothesline but La Sombra ducks under it as she runs past her, Stephanie turns and chases after the 4th generation wrestler. Once Sombra reaches the turnbuckle she leaps and springboards off of the ropes backwards going for a crossbody, using her edge in experience Stephanie manages to sidestep out of the way as La Sombra hits the mat with a loud ‘thud!”.
Stephanie smirks watching her victim grab at her chest in pain and slowly make it to her feet. Coming from behind she grabs La Sombra by her boobs and sends her flying over her head with a very vicious boobplex.
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La Sombra hits the mat belly first with an even louder “THUD!” moaning, she turns over to her back. Stephanie is relentless as she speeds over and drives boot after boot against the obviously fake breasts of La Sombra. “You thought you were going to choke me out with them?! You won’t be able to wear a bra when I am done.”
With that Stephanie smiles and positions La Sombra close to the ropes, dragging the pulverized puffball by an arm and a leg. She looks at the corner post and slowly begins to ascend to the top. She has one thing on her mind and that is nailing a double foot stomp. Without hesitation, she leaps off the top of the turnbuckle- and that’s when La Sombra manages to roll away! Dodging The Black Sheep’s black boots, She quickly school girl’s Stephanie for a flash pin.
One…
Two….
Stephanie manages to break free! As she pounds on the mat in frustration. She rises back to her feet, and quickly kicks the Día de Los Muertos beauty HARD in the ribs, as La Sombra is trying to get back up. Sombra drops to the mat clutching her side in pain, Sullivan hits the same spot she did earlier. Stephanie yanks her up by the hair and drags her to the corner, The Laughing Skull forced to follow on her knees. She seats the luchadora with her back against the turnbuckles and she doesn’t waste any time bringing a foot against the neck of the curvy Canadian.
“Oh, stop complaining!” The Black Sheep chides La Sombra’s antics as she cuts off her oxygen, leaning harder in the choke when La Sombra’s boot starts kicking at her planted leg. The referee doesn’t bother with a warning and just starts the count, Sullivan REALLY tests the official’s patience by stopping the choke at 3 and resetting it before La Sombra can get a full breath. The choking skull finally gets a break after the third rotation when Stephanie is threatened with a Disqualification. As the Simply Scandalous One turns to argue with the man La Sombra sluggishly climbs down from the ring to the outside and stumbles away in no particular direction, coughing like a chain smoker all the while.
After berating the nosey zebra for his biased officiating, Stephanie drops and rolls out of the ring to stalk after the new meat. She cocks back a fist aimed at the base of La Sombra’s neck but in interrupted by Hazeema stepping between the two battlers and throwing her arms wide, performing her managerial duty by acting as a human shield.
“Back off, Yankee! Respect the code and give her time to breathaaAA!”
Stephanie has no time for Canadian Thots.
She grabs the opening of the manager’s shirt and drunk tosses her over the railing! The screaming Hazeema McMurray’s curvy form is ‘saved’ from a nasty fall by dozens of eager fans reaching out with helping hands that grope, squeeze, spank and many other intrusive things.
“Stay on your side of the border!” dusting her hands off, Stephanie turns to resume her match and takes a discus elbow to the cheek from the now livid La Sombra! Her breathing problems forgotten after seeing her friend tossed to the horny wolves. The youngest daughter of La Familia de Sombras starts introducing some sweet science to Sullivan’s face; the boxing techniques taught to her by the Coalition’s powerhouse Olunike Waite are proving their worth in short order. The FAWNatics are re-energized by the battering of Sullivan’s head, chest, and the odd body-blow, providing ample discretion for the ample McMurray to drag herself over the guardrail to the safe zone around the ring. The DM&M looking dishevelled and aflush.
Keeping an ear out from the ref’s count La Sombra rolls the punch-drunk American back into the ring, the luchadora coming in after. La Sombra nips up and drops a few quick elbows to a still rising Stephanie before yanking her up by the wrist, she drops a knee for an intense Irish whip that counts against her when the veteran reverses it and impales La Sombra’s gut with a knee to the midsection. “I thought you were the laughing skull. What’s the matter? Don’t think I’m funny?” Sullivan whips La Sombra hard into the corner, the smaller woman having to throw her arms over the ropes to keep from falling from the recoil. Stephanie rushes after her and eats boot leather when she gets close, when The Black sheep turns away seeing stars, La Sombra pulls herself to a perch on the post facing the audience and launches into a dazzling corkscrew senton that flattens Stephanie with a car crash like impact!
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Rolling with her cushioned landing (Sullivan was the cushion) La Sombra runs back and hits Stephanie with a running splash that turns into a full-body pin.
One!
La Sombra whispers to a grimacing Stephanie with restrained glee, “I laugh when I win.”
Two!
Stephanie manages to get a shoulder up! As she holds her chest in pain La Sombra slowly makes her way up to her vertical base, Stephanie rolls over towards the turnbuckles and uses them to pull herself up. Just as The Detroiter gets her boots firmly under herself La Sombra appears almost instantaneously- digging her soles into Sullivan’s navel with a low dropkick.
“Uno!”
La Sombra runs to the diagonal corner, dashes back and dropkicks Stephanie in the breasts!
“Dos!”
La Sombra kips up and runs back to Homebase, U-turns and takes to the air for a hesitation dropkick that blasts Stephanie’s pained face!
“Tres!”
Stephanie falls backwards into the corner and lands in a seat on the canvas with her back against the lower turnbuckle. She breathes heavily as she glances over at her foe through squinted eyes, The Northern Coalition member retreated one last time to get some distance for a crowd-pleasing bronco buster. Heading toward The Black Sheep in a hard sprint La Sombra prepares to blast her leg muscles for a long jump, just as she is about to launch herself onto Stephanie, the Irish American slowly, then hastily moves out of the way leaving Sombra to land crotch first on the steel pillar connecting the ropes. Sullivan stands up grabbing the now sobbing La Sombra by the hair, she yanks her long follicles and slams her backwards onto the mat. Stephanie drives some boots against the painted beauty’s skull as she turns her attention to Hazeema on the outside of the ring, the Pakistani-Canadian still adjusting her clothing to their pre-groped setting. She smiles at her as she spits on Hazeema’s breasts again which draws some boos from the crowd and a gasp of shocked disgust from the DM&M.
Still stomping a mudhole in the flattened rookie, Sullivan responds to the crowd’s now frenzied ire “You all can go boo yourselves!”
The two-legged zebra warns Stephanie about her actions but she ignores him as she helps La Sombra back up to her feet. Stephanie grapples her close and delivers a massive knee into her stomach. La Sombra doubles over in pain with a bellow and at that moment that Stephanie grabs La Sombra by the hair, pulls her up and glares straight into her eyes. “I think it’s about time we wrap this up, don’t you think so?!”
She doesn’t wait for a response. Stephanie pulls La Sombra close to her and gives her a long passionate kiss, the FAWNatic’s hate for the princess instantly changing to thunderous applause. La Sombra is taken aback but can’t seem to untie her tongue from Stephanie’s no matter how hard she struggles, ingénue pushes and slaps at the American’s shoulders but Stephanie takes her wrists firmly in hand and upgrades her tongue twister from F0 to F4, causing La Sombra’s knees to buckle visibly. The rookie luchadora uses a similar tactic and a bit awed at Stephanie’s lip-locking skill. She tries one more time to dislodge herself from the make out but Stephanie breaks away first and tucks La Sombra’s head in between her legs. Stephanie smirks as she lifts La Sombra upwards.
“It’s time for Day to Break!”
DayBreak
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Stephanie hits her finisher, as she nails it La Sombra just blacks out on her knees before she slowly tips over and falls face-first to the ground. The Laughing Skull is rendered completely unconscious by the Gory Neckbreaker, now a heap in the middle of the ring. Stephanie glares down at her victim and the booing crowd, the spectators breaking out of their lustful daze and back to hating the narcissistic heel. “I think it’s time La Sombra counts the sheep!”
With that in mind. Stephanie unties the knot that is holding her bikini top together, her massive bust begins to be exposed. She turns La Sombra over and sits down on her upper body. The referee goes to count.
One...
Two…
“Don’t you dare! I am not done yet!”
She slowly lifts herself up as she slaps La Sombra a bit forcing the girl to come to the world of consciousness before she takes her firm perch on top of her victim’s chest. The sensation of her proud Mexican mountains being crushed under Sullivan’s ass forced La Sombra partially awake to the veteran’s glee. She smiles looking down into the painted beauty’s eyes. “As I said it’s time to count the sheep!”
With that in mind, Stephanie lifts up La Sombra’s head and begins to suffocate her with her breasts. The semi-conscious Canadian tries her best to fight it but her squirms and her flailings slowly begin to die down, soon reduced to turning her head side to side trying and find some space that wasn’t occupied by Stephanie’s luscious chest. “Oh, come on, drooling on me already?! I thought you were better than that!”
Sullivan tightens her grip and rolls her shoulders to really work in that front sleeper, she wants this ring rat to taste her tits for a WEEK after this failure of a debut. The official asks for a verbal submission but hears no response, he grabs La Sombra’s limp wrist and raises it into the air and lets it go.
It falls to the canvas. He repeats the action.
It falls again, the crowd starts to cheer harder. Begging La Sombra to make another comeback. The ref raises her wrist one last time...
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The back of La Sombra’s hand flops against the padded plywood and the official gestures for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner of the match by knockout, Stephanie Sullivan!”
Stephanie smiles broad and bright as she raises her hands in the air. She looks down at her victim. “That’s what happens when you put a stupid loser in the ring with me. They will get smothered out! Stephanie is about to leave the ring when she sees a worried Hazeema entering the ring to check on her friend, the pigtailed manager kneeling by her snoozing friend’s face. Stephanie takes a step outside the ring onto the apron, but she immediately steps back inside running full force at Hazeema to punt the Canadian cutie in the head! Blindsided and cross-eyed, Hazeema is knocked prone onto her back, she reaches for her head in pain and just like La Sombra Stephanie takes a firm perch on top of her rival hills. The Scandalous One lifts her head up into her huge bust and traps her into a smother! Securing her grips at the elbows Stephanie mashes McMurray’s nose against her sternum, having seen enough the official tries to break this post-match message up.
“That’s enough Stephanie you made your point!”
Stephanie is the one making the rules; she continues to smother Hazeema out, rolling her shoulders and pulsing her arms as the trapped hottie tries her best to break free. However, attempts slowly ebb down as Hazeema begins to drool on Stephanie’s conquering juggs as well and the attempts at resistance come to an end. Stephanie gives another signature smirk as she finally stands tall. The damage has been done as the crowd roars at her with long and hateful boos. The referee checks on the two unconscious women as Sullivan makes her way to the exit. “Don’t ever put some scrubs in my way. I want better competition!”
A woman is seen only from the neck down in an extravagantly colourful and flowing dress dance across the screen, in her wake footage of high flying and acrobatics maneuvers performed by a luchadora as Mexican Hip Hop pours through the speakers.
JEZZY P | SUPERHÉROES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGlvPUg9Sb8&feature=youtu.be
Out dances the latest iteration from the new stable from The Great White North: The Northern Coalition. Fans immediately recognize the fresh face of McMurray, (her stunning looks are hard to forget) the team’s manager, friend, tag partner, and Dungeon Master.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
The D & D obsessed hottie is bouncing foot to foot in tune with the music while dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh leaving her tan legs uncovered till the eye travelled to her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her dark-haired, and rhythmically gifted client. In singles action today was the solo salsaing woman beside her, The Northern Coalition’s newest hire and Canada’s newest citizen, La Sombra.
LA SOMBRA
Unlike the powerhouse of the team Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring, yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality; Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type while Hazeema was short and extremely curvaceous. La Sombra had the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wore tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, Imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs, the mesh connected to Barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black, metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts was a bikini top the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop that was a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel capped her look off.
Hazeema turns to her supernaturally graceful charge after a sultry hip twist and asks, “You ready for your FAWN debut, bud?”
La Sombra wordlessly takes the lady from Letterkenny in her arms and effortlessly spins and dips her like they’ve been tangoing together for years. One shoe on the ramp, back parallel to the ground, Hazeema is held in the air by La Sombra’s strong hand at the small of her back, making the manager arc her back in a way that audience greatly appreciated. Catching her breath Hazeema looks up into La Sombra’s delighted face.
“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but a yes would have sufficed.”
“From Letterkenny, Ontario Canada by way of Mexico! Accompanied by Hazeema McMurray and representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 157cm and weighing in at 56kgs! The Laughing Skull… La Sombraaaa!”
Sombra sets her busty bestie on her feet and they make her way to the ring, dancing a little to the music as they went, the Mexican Canadian’s long dark hair bouncing slightly with each step. FAWN’s latest luchadora gives her a quick hug valet then hops onto the apron’s edge, she leans back into a supine position under the bottom rope which Sombra grabs with her right hand. She spins her body into a swift 360. A kaleidoscope of red and black flares brightly and briefly before it slows down and reforms into a person, and rolls deeper into the squared circle. La Sombra kips into air quick as a whip and presents herself to the Orlando crowd like she was a prize in a game show. Wordlessly asking, “Do you approve?
And judging by the fan’s reaction, it was an emphatic “Yes!”
It isn’t long before everything fades to black, and as it does the loud sounds of ‘Promiscuous’ by Nelly Furtado play loudly across the speakers.
“And her opponent from Detroit Michigan… Standing at five feet, six inches and weighing in at 120lbs... She is “The Black Sheep, The Scandalous One…. Simply Scandalous Stephanie Sullivan!
PROMISCUOUS- NELLY FURTADO
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STEPHANIE SULLIVAN
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As soon as the #1 pop hit kicked into gear, we can see Stephanie Sullivan emerging through the curtains. It has been a while since we have seen the brunette, she is clad in a long black robe and written on the back in glow in the dark white lettering is the moniker Black Sheep. The front has 3 ‘S’s interlocked with one another across the chest. The crowd begins to shower her with a welcome of cheers and boos alike. She mockingly blows a kiss to the crowd which draws an even bigger negative reaction, taunting them as she struts her way down to the ring. Grinning as she slowly rolls inside. She grabs the opening of her robe and breaks out into an open jacket orgasm, arching her back to thrust out her simply perfect curves as she raises her head to the lights with a euphoric look on her face. The Scandalous One shakes her ass as she tosses her robe to the side which showcases her matching black and white bikini attire. Sullivan bounces around the ring as she waits in anticipation for the match to begin. chuckling as the Zebra checks her over but Stephanie’s eyes move to that of the busty manager pacing by the steel steps to La Sombra’s corner; so focused on not losing face to veteran McMurray doesn’t notice the 50-year-old man in the front row reaching over to take a close up recording of Hazeema’s sexy legs.
“It’s been a long time since I found my way back to a FAWN ring and this is how you greet me?! You give Princess Stephanie a jobber to fight on my return?!”
Stephanie flicks her hair as she taunts Hazeema at ringside as she slowly moves turns her gaze to her opponent, La Sombra. The culturally decorated features of The Northern Coalition’s newest member twists into a scowl at Stephanie Sullivan’s disrespect, before reverting to its natural merry state. Sullivan narrows her eyes at this emotional twist but she isn’t worried, there’s nothing this Canuck can do that she hasn’t seen before. Taking center ring the zebra looks at both of them before he immediately calls for the bell. Stephanie smirks as she runs her hands through her hair as she stares at her opponent, not moving an inch from her corner. “You ready to dance? because I doubt you could keep up…”
La Sombra smirks and slowly approaches the newly returned Princess, crossing her ankles at each step to give the fans behind her a memory of her firm ass moving like a perfect metronome. When just in front of the haughty Sullivan, Sombra bows deeply at the waist with a dramatic flourish.
“At least you know enough to recognize your betters”, Stephanie tries to reward the debuting La Sombra’s politeness with a boot sized dent in her forehead, but La Sombra raises at the last moment capturing the stem in her hands. The Laughing Skull gazes upon the now one-legged and worried Sullivan with a predatory look on her painted face before twisting violently to the mat, Stephanie is forced to copy the Latina’s movement or risk tearing her leg off by the knee. The Detroiter grunts as her back hit the canvas but she has no time to analyze her pain. La Sombra, still holding Stephanie’s leg to her side, wraps her free arm around Stephanie’s noggin and hauls her up for another ligament tearing Dragon Screw!
DRAGON SCREW X2
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“AAAh! You Trick or Treating wannabe! Get offfaahh!”
Stephanie’s order is caught off balance when La Sombra ignores The Princess’ kicking heel as she uses the still captured leg to flip the more experienced wrestler onto her belly, and tries to touch the back of Stephanie’s boot to the back of her head with a Half Crab.
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Stephanie screams as she is getting stretched out in ways she couldn’t imagine. This was not how she expected her big return to go. She let out a howling scream as the referee walks over and asks if she wants to give up. Stephanie quickly shakes her head refusing to give in to the pain, with all of the strength that she has in her body she uses her upper body strength to crawl towards the turnbuckles. She reaches out with her hand grabbing the bottom coil which causes a rope break. The referee offers a count
One…
Two…
But La Sombra gives the clean break and backs away as Stephanie favours her leg. Stephanie uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet and she glances back over at the Northern Coalition member, currently leaning back against the opposite set of strands with her hands behind her head with elbows pointed out, like she was relaxing on a hammock. Stephanie growls audibly at the sight while the FAWNatics applaud the newcomer’s audacity. The Princess shoves the ref out of the way and stomps over to the smiling skull-faced girl with a slight limp. La Sombra pushes back against the ropes before breaking out into a run to meet her opponent, Stephanie throws out a clothesline that La Sombra ducks while hooking her elbow around Sullivan’s, and trapping the American’s limb with a quick spin and twist into an arm wringer.
“Rrrrgh! You wriggly little bitch!” a bent over Stephanie is lead by the right arm in a wide circle, the luchadora from Letterkenny making sure to bend her foe’s wrist backwards and adding the odd bounce on her tiptoes to make the veteran cry out. The fourth generation of La Familia de Sombras threads Stephanie’s arm between her legs before lying across Sullivan’s strong back and locking her arms under the American’s left shoulder. La Sombra flips forward onto her back and leans on her side to press Stephanie’s shoulders into the mat for the first and possibly only pin of the night.
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ONE!
TWO!
Stephanie’s wildly kicking legs force enough of her weight over to slip free and onto her front to escape defeat. Stephanie angrily pounds on the mat in frustration as she rises back up to her feet, La Sombra is quick to get up and tries to get The Scandalous One off guard, sprinting towards Stephanie with another quick pin in mind. The Detroit native does the same, but this time instead of going for a clothesline she decides to go low and clips La Sombra’s leg with a low tackle! Her right stem buckles and La Sombra falls to the ground, she grabs at her thigh in pain as Stephanie stands up smirking.
“What’s wrong? Your wing is clipped? Time to wear you down…”
With that Stephanie begins to violently drive boot after boot against the right leg of La Sombra. Displeased from the switch to artful wrestling to no-nonsense beating, the surrounding FAWNatics just drown the ring in jeers; The Black Sheep’s successful extended run in the indies and lesser promotions haven’t endeared Stephanie to the Orlando fanbase. Not that it matters to the Princess in question, she just continues to stomp at the leg of the audacious newbie, just working it over till the official finally steps in threatening a DQ if the match doesn’t start up again properly. La Sombra rolls on the ring floor grabbing at her leg in pain, she tries to crawl away but the Black Sheep pulls her back to the center of the ring. Sullivan doesn’t hesitate and places the Mexi-Canadian into a very tight grapevine ankle lock.
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She squeezes her legs as tightly as she can around La Sombra’s, as she keeps on applying more and more pressure to that right leg, focusing mainly on the ankle. “What’s wrong sweetie? I thought you were going to fly on me?!”
“GRrrrrrr!”
The first sound out of the La Sombra’s mouth is not in any specific language, but a universally understood growl of pain and a rejection of her situation. The skull-faced wrestler desperately starts trying to army crawl to a rope break but is greatly hampered by Stephanie sitting all her weight on the back of the Canadian’s thigh and trying to twist off her foot like a bottle cap.
The Northern Coalition’s manager stands at ringside directly ahead of her client slapping the apron with both hands in a steady beat, encouraging the Orlando audience to clap along.
“Come on Sombra! Where’s your hussle, bud?”
Spurred on by her friend and the percussion of a thousands-strong crowd, La Sombra rallies up and drags her way across the ring floor in halting jerks. She reaches her hand forward to grab the rubber strands- Sullivan rises from her seat with the ankle lock still in place, the Simply Scandalous one drags the whining Latina’s chest across the rough canvas before dropping to her butt to reset the grapevine. Before Sullivan can thread her legs around La Sombra’s she turns onto her back and starts scuffing Stephanie’s face with the heel of her boot. The American takes a few rough swipes before angrily relinquishing the ankle and back rolling to her feet, La Sombra fights the urge to cradle her squeaky wheel and staggers away from her enemy and tries to stand, abruptly cut off by a hard punt to the ribs by Stephanie.
La Sombra lets out a deep bellow, holding her side she is sent into a hard tumble before settling on her flank curled up in a fetal position, facing a worried Hazeema McMurray on the outside. Stephanie addresses the booing fanbase, angered by her rough style.
“What? It’s a combat sport you idiots!”
She turns to see her Halloween mascot of a victim had slunk under the bottom rope to the apron and was being tended to by The Northern Coalition’s DM&M: Dungeon Master and Manager. Stephanie scoffs at the inconvenience and stomps toward La Sombra in a model strut. Reaching over the top strand Steph takes two handfuls of the now sitting La Sombra’s… admittedly luxurious dark hair, and pulls the yelping Canuck up, taking advantage of the new meat took their eyes off the ball. Finding Hazeema McMurray’s shrill protests of “HAIR! HAIR! She’s cheating!” to be off-putting she spits down Pakistani-Canadian’s deep cleavage shutting her up with a shocked expression.
“Shut up! You’re in the U.S. now! Quit your BitchiIIIARKK!”
La Sombra reaches up behind her and grabs hold of Stephanie’s head, kicking out her legs the luchadora from Letterkenny lands her shapely ass on the ring’s edge while Stephanie gets a laryngectomy from the top rope. The Detroiter lets go of La Sombra’s hair and massages her throat as she and coughs, thrown back by the strands’ elasticity. Stephanie has to do an awkward moonwalk on her heels to avoid dropping on her rear. La Sombra speedily crawls to the nearest post and climbs to the high rent district (keeping most of the weight on her left leg) keeping her brown eyes trained on the still wheezing Sullivan, the Princess bent over massaging her swan-like neck.
Perched at the top of the corner like Spider-man, La Sombra waits for the veteran to begin to raise her head then takes to the air like a leather butterfly, flipping backward in the air in a perfect 360 she arcs downward to an unsuspecting Stephanie. Just as she finished coughing and wiping tears from her eyes Stephanie gets snared into a front facelock as is SPIKED headfirst into the thinly padded plywood!
LA RUEDA DEL DESTINO
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Stephanie Sullivan does a full headstand for seems like a record-setting amount of time before collapsing face up and flat on the canvas, unmoving. La Sombra turns onto her belly and frog hops to cover the heel in a north/south pin, inadvertently applying a snug front sleeper with Sombra’s tan melons absorbing Sullivan’s face.
One…
Two…
Sullivan shoves off La Sombra with a loud gasp, the Laughing skull’s lack of self jugg awareness may have cost her an early win. No way Stephanie’s getting pinned her first night back in FAWN with a rookie’s tits in her face. Stephanie wasn’t going to stand for this. She quickly makes it up to her feet when she’s steady she watches La Sombra nip up to her feet, a second wind clearly blowing. Stephanie angrily goes for a clothesline but La Sombra ducks under it as she runs past her, Stephanie turns and chases after the 4th generation wrestler. Once Sombra reaches the turnbuckle she leaps and springboards off of the ropes backwards going for a crossbody, using her edge in experience Stephanie manages to sidestep out of the way as La Sombra hits the mat with a loud ‘thud!”.
Stephanie smirks watching her victim grab at her chest in pain and slowly make it to her feet. Coming from behind she grabs La Sombra by her boobs and sends her flying over her head with a very vicious boobplex.
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La Sombra hits the mat belly first with an even louder “THUD!” moaning, she turns over to her back. Stephanie is relentless as she speeds over and drives boot after boot against the obviously fake breasts of La Sombra. “You thought you were going to choke me out with them?! You won’t be able to wear a bra when I am done.”
With that Stephanie smiles and positions La Sombra close to the ropes, dragging the pulverized puffball by an arm and a leg. She looks at the corner post and slowly begins to ascend to the top. She has one thing on her mind and that is nailing a double foot stomp. Without hesitation, she leaps off the top of the turnbuckle- and that’s when La Sombra manages to roll away! Dodging The Black Sheep’s black boots, She quickly school girl’s Stephanie for a flash pin.
One…
Two….
Stephanie manages to break free! As she pounds on the mat in frustration. She rises back to her feet, and quickly kicks the Día de Los Muertos beauty HARD in the ribs, as La Sombra is trying to get back up. Sombra drops to the mat clutching her side in pain, Sullivan hits the same spot she did earlier. Stephanie yanks her up by the hair and drags her to the corner, The Laughing Skull forced to follow on her knees. She seats the luchadora with her back against the turnbuckles and she doesn’t waste any time bringing a foot against the neck of the curvy Canadian.
“Oh, stop complaining!” The Black Sheep chides La Sombra’s antics as she cuts off her oxygen, leaning harder in the choke when La Sombra’s boot starts kicking at her planted leg. The referee doesn’t bother with a warning and just starts the count, Sullivan REALLY tests the official’s patience by stopping the choke at 3 and resetting it before La Sombra can get a full breath. The choking skull finally gets a break after the third rotation when Stephanie is threatened with a Disqualification. As the Simply Scandalous One turns to argue with the man La Sombra sluggishly climbs down from the ring to the outside and stumbles away in no particular direction, coughing like a chain smoker all the while.
After berating the nosey zebra for his biased officiating, Stephanie drops and rolls out of the ring to stalk after the new meat. She cocks back a fist aimed at the base of La Sombra’s neck but in interrupted by Hazeema stepping between the two battlers and throwing her arms wide, performing her managerial duty by acting as a human shield.
“Back off, Yankee! Respect the code and give her time to breathaaAA!”
Stephanie has no time for Canadian Thots.
She grabs the opening of the manager’s shirt and drunk tosses her over the railing! The screaming Hazeema McMurray’s curvy form is ‘saved’ from a nasty fall by dozens of eager fans reaching out with helping hands that grope, squeeze, spank and many other intrusive things.
“Stay on your side of the border!” dusting her hands off, Stephanie turns to resume her match and takes a discus elbow to the cheek from the now livid La Sombra! Her breathing problems forgotten after seeing her friend tossed to the horny wolves. The youngest daughter of La Familia de Sombras starts introducing some sweet science to Sullivan’s face; the boxing techniques taught to her by the Coalition’s powerhouse Olunike Waite are proving their worth in short order. The FAWNatics are re-energized by the battering of Sullivan’s head, chest, and the odd body-blow, providing ample discretion for the ample McMurray to drag herself over the guardrail to the safe zone around the ring. The DM&M looking dishevelled and aflush.
Keeping an ear out from the ref’s count La Sombra rolls the punch-drunk American back into the ring, the luchadora coming in after. La Sombra nips up and drops a few quick elbows to a still rising Stephanie before yanking her up by the wrist, she drops a knee for an intense Irish whip that counts against her when the veteran reverses it and impales La Sombra’s gut with a knee to the midsection. “I thought you were the laughing skull. What’s the matter? Don’t think I’m funny?” Sullivan whips La Sombra hard into the corner, the smaller woman having to throw her arms over the ropes to keep from falling from the recoil. Stephanie rushes after her and eats boot leather when she gets close, when The Black sheep turns away seeing stars, La Sombra pulls herself to a perch on the post facing the audience and launches into a dazzling corkscrew senton that flattens Stephanie with a car crash like impact!
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Rolling with her cushioned landing (Sullivan was the cushion) La Sombra runs back and hits Stephanie with a running splash that turns into a full-body pin.
One!
La Sombra whispers to a grimacing Stephanie with restrained glee, “I laugh when I win.”
Two!
Stephanie manages to get a shoulder up! As she holds her chest in pain La Sombra slowly makes her way up to her vertical base, Stephanie rolls over towards the turnbuckles and uses them to pull herself up. Just as The Detroiter gets her boots firmly under herself La Sombra appears almost instantaneously- digging her soles into Sullivan’s navel with a low dropkick.
“Uno!”
La Sombra runs to the diagonal corner, dashes back and dropkicks Stephanie in the breasts!
“Dos!”
La Sombra kips up and runs back to Homebase, U-turns and takes to the air for a hesitation dropkick that blasts Stephanie’s pained face!
“Tres!”
Stephanie falls backwards into the corner and lands in a seat on the canvas with her back against the lower turnbuckle. She breathes heavily as she glances over at her foe through squinted eyes, The Northern Coalition member retreated one last time to get some distance for a crowd-pleasing bronco buster. Heading toward The Black Sheep in a hard sprint La Sombra prepares to blast her leg muscles for a long jump, just as she is about to launch herself onto Stephanie, the Irish American slowly, then hastily moves out of the way leaving Sombra to land crotch first on the steel pillar connecting the ropes. Sullivan stands up grabbing the now sobbing La Sombra by the hair, she yanks her long follicles and slams her backwards onto the mat. Stephanie drives some boots against the painted beauty’s skull as she turns her attention to Hazeema on the outside of the ring, the Pakistani-Canadian still adjusting her clothing to their pre-groped setting. She smiles at her as she spits on Hazeema’s breasts again which draws some boos from the crowd and a gasp of shocked disgust from the DM&M.
Still stomping a mudhole in the flattened rookie, Sullivan responds to the crowd’s now frenzied ire “You all can go boo yourselves!”
The two-legged zebra warns Stephanie about her actions but she ignores him as she helps La Sombra back up to her feet. Stephanie grapples her close and delivers a massive knee into her stomach. La Sombra doubles over in pain with a bellow and at that moment that Stephanie grabs La Sombra by the hair, pulls her up and glares straight into her eyes. “I think it’s about time we wrap this up, don’t you think so?!”
She doesn’t wait for a response. Stephanie pulls La Sombra close to her and gives her a long passionate kiss, the FAWNatic’s hate for the princess instantly changing to thunderous applause. La Sombra is taken aback but can’t seem to untie her tongue from Stephanie’s no matter how hard she struggles, ingénue pushes and slaps at the American’s shoulders but Stephanie takes her wrists firmly in hand and upgrades her tongue twister from F0 to F4, causing La Sombra’s knees to buckle visibly. The rookie luchadora uses a similar tactic and a bit awed at Stephanie’s lip-locking skill. She tries one more time to dislodge herself from the make out but Stephanie breaks away first and tucks La Sombra’s head in between her legs. Stephanie smirks as she lifts La Sombra upwards.
“It’s time for Day to Break!”
DayBreak
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Stephanie hits her finisher, as she nails it La Sombra just blacks out on her knees before she slowly tips over and falls face-first to the ground. The Laughing Skull is rendered completely unconscious by the Gory Neckbreaker, now a heap in the middle of the ring. Stephanie glares down at her victim and the booing crowd, the spectators breaking out of their lustful daze and back to hating the narcissistic heel. “I think it’s time La Sombra counts the sheep!”
With that in mind. Stephanie unties the knot that is holding her bikini top together, her massive bust begins to be exposed. She turns La Sombra over and sits down on her upper body. The referee goes to count.
One...
Two…
“Don’t you dare! I am not done yet!”
She slowly lifts herself up as she slaps La Sombra a bit forcing the girl to come to the world of consciousness before she takes her firm perch on top of her victim’s chest. The sensation of her proud Mexican mountains being crushed under Sullivan’s ass forced La Sombra partially awake to the veteran’s glee. She smiles looking down into the painted beauty’s eyes. “As I said it’s time to count the sheep!”
With that in mind, Stephanie lifts up La Sombra’s head and begins to suffocate her with her breasts. The semi-conscious Canadian tries her best to fight it but her squirms and her flailings slowly begin to die down, soon reduced to turning her head side to side trying and find some space that wasn’t occupied by Stephanie’s luscious chest. “Oh, come on, drooling on me already?! I thought you were better than that!”
Sullivan tightens her grip and rolls her shoulders to really work in that front sleeper, she wants this ring rat to taste her tits for a WEEK after this failure of a debut. The official asks for a verbal submission but hears no response, he grabs La Sombra’s limp wrist and raises it into the air and lets it go.
It falls to the canvas. He repeats the action.
It falls again, the crowd starts to cheer harder. Begging La Sombra to make another comeback. The ref raises her wrist one last time...
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The back of La Sombra’s hand flops against the padded plywood and the official gestures for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner of the match by knockout, Stephanie Sullivan!”
Stephanie smiles broad and bright as she raises her hands in the air. She looks down at her victim. “That’s what happens when you put a stupid loser in the ring with me. They will get smothered out! Stephanie is about to leave the ring when she sees a worried Hazeema entering the ring to check on her friend, the pigtailed manager kneeling by her snoozing friend’s face. Stephanie takes a step outside the ring onto the apron, but she immediately steps back inside running full force at Hazeema to punt the Canadian cutie in the head! Blindsided and cross-eyed, Hazeema is knocked prone onto her back, she reaches for her head in pain and just like La Sombra Stephanie takes a firm perch on top of her rival hills. The Scandalous One lifts her head up into her huge bust and traps her into a smother! Securing her grips at the elbows Stephanie mashes McMurray’s nose against her sternum, having seen enough the official tries to break this post-match message up.
“That’s enough Stephanie you made your point!”
Stephanie is the one making the rules; she continues to smother Hazeema out, rolling her shoulders and pulsing her arms as the trapped hottie tries her best to break free. However, attempts slowly ebb down as Hazeema begins to drool on Stephanie’s conquering juggs as well and the attempts at resistance come to an end. Stephanie gives another signature smirk as she finally stands tall. The damage has been done as the crowd roars at her with long and hateful boos. The referee checks on the two unconscious women as Sullivan makes her way to the exit. “Don’t ever put some scrubs in my way. I want better competition!”