Post by caspian2 on Jun 15, 2021 6:52:17 GMT
Exhibition: Emily Rose vs Ariella Casta
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Ariella:
(5’10, 125 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Shakira’s ‘Whatever…Whenever’ starts blasting from the speakers and the crowd goes wild for the returning Ariella Casta, who strides onto the black stage in an equally black V-neck bandeaux bikini top that’s paired with diminutive white bikini bottoms, all speckled with black polka dots, with a pair of black boots and pads to finish off the returning ensemble.
After a three-part war with Astrid White back in 2016, the sultry Latina hasn’t graced the FAWN stage since, and is seen beaming wide after receiving the same level of enthusiasm from her fans. She’s slapping hands along the aisle and skipping the rest of the way down towards the ring, later removing her sleeveless black leather jacket to show off those biceps and time spent in the gym during her long hiatus.
Tonight, she faces off against a newcomer to the ring, Emily Rose, who made her debut a month ago by defeating Vanessa Monroe via three-count pinfall. The New Mexico native is next to arrive on stage with a no-nonsense strike and pose, two hands planted on her hips as the silver fireworks go off behind, before she strides down the ramp in a camo-coloured bikini top, with black bikini briefs poking out from under an aviator jacket that’s wrapped around her waistline.
In the ring, she flashes Ariella a nasty glare before mounting the second turnbuckle and raising both her hands high to the audience. Meanwhile, Ariella’s looking on, patiently, settling her wristbands in place and anticipating a comeback in tonight’s match. These two haven’t met before, but for some reason, there’s already some back-seated animosity that’s going on between them.
Referee wastes no time with the preamble, however, waving for the bell to start, and HERE WE GO with singles action, the winner determined by pinfall, KO or submission!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Initial lock-up is unusually rough, with girls thrashing each other’s heads about as though the fight’s about to descend into a rabid catfight from the get-go. Ariella’s grunting out loud as she gets manhandled by the overeager and slightly larger Emily, who locks her arms over the Latina’s and even grabs at her brown, luscious locks whenever she can.
“F-CK- What are you doing, chica?!” Ariella’s heard exclaiming in the interim, getting tossed roughly to one side as the two girls break momentarily.
No response from Emily, who probably just enjoys the rough-housing element a little too much. There’s a big smirk on the blonde’s face as she raises her hands once more, wanting another go at the Latino girl. Casta reluctantly obliges, and the two fighters engage in a test-of-strength, pushing and shoving each other’s arms back-and-forth, trying to overpower the other.
Again, Ariella, despite being taller, is built a little leaner. Her eyes go wide with fear as Rose seizes the advantage, bearing down on her from above, that sadistic grin on her face growing wider with each inch conquered. Suddenly, Casta’s had enough, decides to duck and roll, sending Rose tumbling over her in a well-executed Arm Drag.
Rose hits the canvas but keeps going, resetting gracefully on her knees a couple of paces away, looking back at Casta with defiant eyes, as if saying ‘How DARE she!?’ Casta pushing her luck indeed with a bigger grin, pushing herself to her feet, then pressing herself into the ropes to try and take Rose down for good.
Rose reacting fast, however, ducking clean under a Side Kick that was aimed high - Casta flies off to the other end, REBOUNDING for another attempt… This time, Emily’s not so lucky, gets caught on the chin with a running Dropkick that smacks in high! Ouch! Casta certainly makes up for her strength with speed, still smirking as she quickly grabs one of Rose’s arms to roll with the momentum.
Rose heard grunting, not liking the feeling at all of being trapped in a sudden Arm Twist- she’s brought back to her feet slowly as Casta wrings and wraps her wrist sideways. Casta heard taunting, making fun of the southern blonde as she goes for one more and one more turn of Emily’s arms overhead--
POW! Emily’s had enough, sending a kick right up into Casta’s breadbasket when the opportunity presented itself mid-swing. Casta immediately lets go, folded over, before suddenly getting PASTED across the chest with a hard CHOP! DOUBLE OW! Emily’s growling with malice as she pushes the Latina back upright with a hard shove to the shoulders, before immediately slapping another backhand across her chest over and over again, and sending the brunette squealing backwards in pain!
What ever did Ariella do to deserve this punishment? Rose ain’t speaking a word, grabbing one of Casta’s arms and then Whipping her across the ring. Casta sent running off to the ropes, the Latina fighter trying the first trick twice by aiming another Side Kick high to Rose’ face, but it MISSES when Rose side-stepped with military precision. A SECOND rebound off the ropes and Rose gets her revenge: a stiff CLOTHESLINE snaps off the Latina’s jaw, which sends Casta CRASHING down to the canvas, absolutely flattened onto her back! OUCH indeed! There’s the hook of the leg and first cover of the evening!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! Kick out from the brave Latina, who raises a shoulder just in time for tacos.
Deep down, Rose also knows she has to do more here, immediately goes back on the offensive and slaps on a Sleeper Hold on Casta from behind, one arm wrapped around her neck, the rest of her legs hooked around the waistline as the blonde uses her weight to bear down on her opponent.
Ariella choking, her windpipe getting crushed from that forearm pressing in. She can feel the blonde’s hot breaths on the top of her head, the heat from both their bodies entwined and in full contact. Emily whispering down from above, her lips pressed into slick black hair.
“Why don’t you be a good Latina and just pack your bags and go to sleep?”
The statement seems to enrage Casta, who begins thrashing about below, turning the both of them over as she tries to escape. Emily finds herself at the bottom, trying to squeeze the life out of a writhing anaconda above. Casta finally finds a sweet spot, blasting her elbow repeatedly back into Emily’s shoulder and side of the head. At first, Rose refuses to let her go, taking the hits with groans from below.
But a fourth strike down into the side of her body seems to knock the air out of her, and Casta finally explodes upwards and over to the side, catching her breath on all fours, her face painted in shades of both relief and rage. Rose’s attempts to rise back up to her feet are futile for the next minute or so, with the Latina girl breaking into a sudden charge each time and ROCKING her with dropkicks to the chest, another sent in low and crashing into the body, with a final CLOTHESLINE of her own design smashed into Emily’s chin, which finally drops Rose onto her back for good.
Emily left stunned, breathing hard, squirming slightly, but finding herself suddenly getting COVERED up, Casta having rolled in fast to hook one of her legs upwards and over onto her tummy. Referee with the slide in…
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO DICE either, with Rose cutting out the noise with a raised arm and shoulder of her own, which throws Casta off her frame. Ariella still raging, however, picking the blonde up by her dishevelled hair and shouting taunts back into her face.
“What’s that about packing bags, HUH, chica?? You don’t think I belong in the same ring as you?!”
Rose heard groaning as she takes a back-hand chop across her own chest, the repeated WHAP WHAP WHAP echoing off the rafters as Casta repeats the same move she suffered prior, at least two more chops to the pale skin sending the military gal careening off into the ropes. Casta leaping forward with a running knee lift, effectively doubling Emily over as the kneecap disappears into her body, before Casta shoves a hand up into the stunned blonde’s throat, cupping her chin whilst shaking her face left and right.
“YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, HUH??”
Casta decides to go for broke, not giving Emily a chance to reply by sending her off with another Irish Whip to the ropes. Rose with a chance to counter here, get control of this fight she started - the blonde DUCKS under a cross-arm as Casta twirls around to anticipate another comeback, successfully NAILS the blonde square to the gut with a front kick, which FOLDS Emily over with a GNNHHHGGG!
Ariella lets out a ROAR as she secures the double underhooks of the arms, Emily’s head thrust between her brown thighs as she sets up the Dye Casta! Could this be it?? With a grunt, she LIFTS Emily’s body mid-way up into the air, setting her up for a Lungblower, but NO - Rose is still resisting in the wind, her legs kicking upwards and out, trying to stay her center of gravity!
Rose’s extra ten pounds is making it harder for Casta to raise her all the way up, and Emily manages to REVERSE the move, planting her feet back down to the hard earth before ROARING upwards herself, sending Casta flying up and over in a makeshift Back Flip!
Casta lets out a shriek before landing flat on her back, immediately bouncing back up and holding her sides in pain! Rose certainly dodged a bullet back there, doesn’t look too hot herself as she stumbles to the side a little, before LAUNCHING herself forward all at once -- Casta doesn’t know what hit her when that Booty Drop CONNECTS square over the top of her face, Rose using her body weight to FLATTEN the Latina girl in one heck of a statement! Rose keeps up the momentum, bouncing quickly off to the side and waiting for the impact to prop Casta back up in a desperate recovery attempt...
Emily gestures rudely to her opponent with a wave of an arm, before BREAKING INTO ANOTHER RUN - BIG BOOT CAMP connects SQUARE with Ariella’s jaw, whipping her head back down to the canvas, and leaving her spreadeagled for the third time in a minute! Casta looks absolutely KO’ed out on the canvas, the only signs of movement her beating chest that’s rising and falling rapidly! THERE’S THE COVER FROM ROSE--
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR--NOO!!
The sultry Latina still has the sense to raise her shoulders just in the nick of time, on survival instinct, no doubt, as she continues breathing hard over to one side, her eyes still squeezed shut but also leaving Rose frustrated at having this much trouble putting an inferior woman away.
“Get up, bitch. Time to send you home for good!” Rose huffs, pulling Casta up to her feet with her hands buried in her hair.
Casta lets out a grunt as she gets nailed across the face by a rough-house haymaker, before Rose draws her in close to add more momentum of the next Whip to the corner. For a moment, both girls feel each other’s breaths hot on their cheeks, before Casta goes running off to the other end of the ring, whipping around just in time for her back to slam into the turnbuckle hard.
Emily takes a moment to compose herself, before CHARGING in after the stunned girl, no doubt wanting to land more punches and kicks in her signature Military Drills! Just before another flying punch connects, however, Casta LIFTS one of her long legs in the blonde’s direction, which NAILS Emily on the face with a sick counter!
Rose goes spinning backwards with a heavy grunt, holding her jaw in both hands - she doesn’t recover fast enough though, as Casta herself BURSTS from her corner, grabbing onto Emily’s head from behind before whipping her about and around, Emily thrown off her feet, her face THRUST down into the canvas, landing hard right between Casta’s elongated legs!
The X-FACTOR connects!! Rose left absolutely KO’ED between Casta’s thighs, and we all know what’s coming next! Ariella quickly scoots her tired butt forward, wrapping those long legs around Emily’s neck in a Reverse Head Scissors and thrusting the blonde’s lips into her crotch! For the coup de grace, Casta reaches over Emily’s back, grabs hold of both Emily’s flailing legs before securing them under each arm. That’s it! The Cuban Crab is LOCKED IN!
EVERY part of Emily’s body explodes in pain as her neck, body and legs are all twisted and bent, all at once. What’s worse is of course Rose’s face getting forced into the thinly soaked fabric of Casta’s bikini briefs, making her shouts of rage even more indecipherable.
“GIVE IT UP, CHICA!! YOU’RE DONE FOR!!” Casta shouts down at her foe, her own arms and legs straining as she applies as much pressure as she can on the bigger girl.
But Rose’s eyes scream defiance from below, her puffed up cheeks framed by brown, honeyed thighs that make for stark contrast, as her messed up blonde hair flows over the sides of Casta’s pulsing tummy. Her bigger weight and strength allows her finally to free one of her legs, and she quickly digs a knee down into the canvas below, which gives her some additional leverage to hoist her body off the ground and alleviate some of that pressure on her neck.
Casta ain’t giving up, however, her lithe and lean body squared and arched upwards, going along for the ride, and if anything, Ariella squeezes her legs even more firmly around those reddening cheeks of Rose. Referee’s hovering nearby, of course, capturing the intense embrace between two competitors, both women refusing to give up the game.
Suddenly, Casta’s seen smirking, sensing the blonde’s strength quickly fading from her body - Emily having shuddered for a moment in her clutches before turning her face to the side, seemingly about to sputter out her surrender.
“That’s it, you big puta. Kiss my crotch, why duncha. I can do this all-AARGHHH!!!”
Casta lets out a shriek all of a sudden, immediately letting go of Rose and throwing the whole entrapment device out the window.. Rose finally manages to roll over to her side, getting free of this smothered hell, where she’s seen panting hard, but at the same time, sporting a wicked grin on her face.
As Casta slowly recovers to her knees, we see what the commotion was about: red bite marks left clear and near her upper thigh, no doubt the handiwork of Emily Rose’s chompers, who resorted to underhanded tactics to free herself! The blonde Vixen spits out, as if in disgust.
“You dare force your skin onto my lips?” Rose says with malice.
“PUTA!” Casta likewise spits back. “You’re gonna pay for that! I’m gonna whip your ASS-AARRGHH!”
Before she could finish her sentence again, Rose had already broken into a fast sprint towards her. The two women were still in close proximity after their last tangle - close enough for Rose to BARREL into the winded Latina in a football tackle, which sent both of them crashing down to the canvas in a hail of arms and legs.
Growling, Casta lands below, using her remaining strength to try and gain another foothold over the blonde. But there’s fire in Emily’s eyes, and she uses her bigger bulk to quickly overpower her rival, using her butt to pin and straddling her body before a punch right between the eyes subdues Casta in a dull groan.
Emily grabs hold off both her wrists, pinning her arms to the ground high above her head. Licking her lips, Rose dangles her chest above the struggling Latina’s face.
“Time to show you what a REAL woman tastes like, PUTA!” Rose shouts, before plunging her breasts down into Casta’s face and locking in the signature LIGHTS OUT, LADIES!
Arms wrap quickly around Casta’s neck and head, scooping the moaning girl up into the warm embrace of Emily’s jugs, as the rest of Casta’s arms and body begin thrashing about underneath. Casta’s face is as good as disappeared under the mess of tangled blonde and brunette hair, lying flying and twisted over both their shoulders, but only one girl’s muffled screams can be heard from within.
It’s clear Rose has had much practise with this finishing move, grabbing onto Casta’s hair and using it as further leverage to force the Latina’s facial features into the depths of her cleavage, literally arching her neck upwards for her lips to drink in maximum jug.
“TAP OUT, BITCH! OR YOU’RE GONNA WAKE UP IN CUBA!!” Rose bellows down at her trapped prey.
But Casta has too much pride to comply, slowly but surely succumbing to the smother without ever once tapping her hand off the blonde’s bulging biceps. Finally, the referee has seen enough: Casta’s limbs are left prone and lifeless by her side, and there are no more sounds of resistance coming from below besides the occasional whimper and gasp for air. He immediately taps Rose rapidly on her shoulder, ordering her to release the hold! The bell rings rapidly, signaling the END of this fight!
AFTERMATH:
Rose gets in a few more squeezes, just to make sure, before she relinquishes the smother, sitting up on the deflated Casta’s tummy to admirer her handiwork below: Ariella left absolutely knocked out, her head turned to one side, a little dribble coming down the corner of her mouth as finally breathes in fresh gasps of air.
Emily Rose breaks into a wide smile before raising her hand in victory. She gives Casta a little slap on the cheek before rising back up to her feet and striding over to the turnbuckle, where she repeats her showboating entrance with a mount of the second turnbuckle.
Casta, meanwhile, is slowly recovering in the middle of the ring, having turned over to her side and then curling into a fetal position, especially whenever she senses Rose getting close.
Final pose of the night is Emily driving one of her boots down into the Latina’s chest, pinning her down to the ground whilst flexing her biceps for the camera flashes, as she shouts down a final insult:
“This is my ring, you here? MY arena. Don’t let me catch you in here again! OR ELSE!!”
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Ariella:
(5’10, 125 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Shakira’s ‘Whatever…Whenever’ starts blasting from the speakers and the crowd goes wild for the returning Ariella Casta, who strides onto the black stage in an equally black V-neck bandeaux bikini top that’s paired with diminutive white bikini bottoms, all speckled with black polka dots, with a pair of black boots and pads to finish off the returning ensemble.
After a three-part war with Astrid White back in 2016, the sultry Latina hasn’t graced the FAWN stage since, and is seen beaming wide after receiving the same level of enthusiasm from her fans. She’s slapping hands along the aisle and skipping the rest of the way down towards the ring, later removing her sleeveless black leather jacket to show off those biceps and time spent in the gym during her long hiatus.
Tonight, she faces off against a newcomer to the ring, Emily Rose, who made her debut a month ago by defeating Vanessa Monroe via three-count pinfall. The New Mexico native is next to arrive on stage with a no-nonsense strike and pose, two hands planted on her hips as the silver fireworks go off behind, before she strides down the ramp in a camo-coloured bikini top, with black bikini briefs poking out from under an aviator jacket that’s wrapped around her waistline.
In the ring, she flashes Ariella a nasty glare before mounting the second turnbuckle and raising both her hands high to the audience. Meanwhile, Ariella’s looking on, patiently, settling her wristbands in place and anticipating a comeback in tonight’s match. These two haven’t met before, but for some reason, there’s already some back-seated animosity that’s going on between them.
Referee wastes no time with the preamble, however, waving for the bell to start, and HERE WE GO with singles action, the winner determined by pinfall, KO or submission!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Initial lock-up is unusually rough, with girls thrashing each other’s heads about as though the fight’s about to descend into a rabid catfight from the get-go. Ariella’s grunting out loud as she gets manhandled by the overeager and slightly larger Emily, who locks her arms over the Latina’s and even grabs at her brown, luscious locks whenever she can.
“F-CK- What are you doing, chica?!” Ariella’s heard exclaiming in the interim, getting tossed roughly to one side as the two girls break momentarily.
No response from Emily, who probably just enjoys the rough-housing element a little too much. There’s a big smirk on the blonde’s face as she raises her hands once more, wanting another go at the Latino girl. Casta reluctantly obliges, and the two fighters engage in a test-of-strength, pushing and shoving each other’s arms back-and-forth, trying to overpower the other.
Again, Ariella, despite being taller, is built a little leaner. Her eyes go wide with fear as Rose seizes the advantage, bearing down on her from above, that sadistic grin on her face growing wider with each inch conquered. Suddenly, Casta’s had enough, decides to duck and roll, sending Rose tumbling over her in a well-executed Arm Drag.
Rose hits the canvas but keeps going, resetting gracefully on her knees a couple of paces away, looking back at Casta with defiant eyes, as if saying ‘How DARE she!?’ Casta pushing her luck indeed with a bigger grin, pushing herself to her feet, then pressing herself into the ropes to try and take Rose down for good.
Rose reacting fast, however, ducking clean under a Side Kick that was aimed high - Casta flies off to the other end, REBOUNDING for another attempt… This time, Emily’s not so lucky, gets caught on the chin with a running Dropkick that smacks in high! Ouch! Casta certainly makes up for her strength with speed, still smirking as she quickly grabs one of Rose’s arms to roll with the momentum.
Rose heard grunting, not liking the feeling at all of being trapped in a sudden Arm Twist- she’s brought back to her feet slowly as Casta wrings and wraps her wrist sideways. Casta heard taunting, making fun of the southern blonde as she goes for one more and one more turn of Emily’s arms overhead--
POW! Emily’s had enough, sending a kick right up into Casta’s breadbasket when the opportunity presented itself mid-swing. Casta immediately lets go, folded over, before suddenly getting PASTED across the chest with a hard CHOP! DOUBLE OW! Emily’s growling with malice as she pushes the Latina back upright with a hard shove to the shoulders, before immediately slapping another backhand across her chest over and over again, and sending the brunette squealing backwards in pain!
What ever did Ariella do to deserve this punishment? Rose ain’t speaking a word, grabbing one of Casta’s arms and then Whipping her across the ring. Casta sent running off to the ropes, the Latina fighter trying the first trick twice by aiming another Side Kick high to Rose’ face, but it MISSES when Rose side-stepped with military precision. A SECOND rebound off the ropes and Rose gets her revenge: a stiff CLOTHESLINE snaps off the Latina’s jaw, which sends Casta CRASHING down to the canvas, absolutely flattened onto her back! OUCH indeed! There’s the hook of the leg and first cover of the evening!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! Kick out from the brave Latina, who raises a shoulder just in time for tacos.
Deep down, Rose also knows she has to do more here, immediately goes back on the offensive and slaps on a Sleeper Hold on Casta from behind, one arm wrapped around her neck, the rest of her legs hooked around the waistline as the blonde uses her weight to bear down on her opponent.
Ariella choking, her windpipe getting crushed from that forearm pressing in. She can feel the blonde’s hot breaths on the top of her head, the heat from both their bodies entwined and in full contact. Emily whispering down from above, her lips pressed into slick black hair.
“Why don’t you be a good Latina and just pack your bags and go to sleep?”
The statement seems to enrage Casta, who begins thrashing about below, turning the both of them over as she tries to escape. Emily finds herself at the bottom, trying to squeeze the life out of a writhing anaconda above. Casta finally finds a sweet spot, blasting her elbow repeatedly back into Emily’s shoulder and side of the head. At first, Rose refuses to let her go, taking the hits with groans from below.
But a fourth strike down into the side of her body seems to knock the air out of her, and Casta finally explodes upwards and over to the side, catching her breath on all fours, her face painted in shades of both relief and rage. Rose’s attempts to rise back up to her feet are futile for the next minute or so, with the Latina girl breaking into a sudden charge each time and ROCKING her with dropkicks to the chest, another sent in low and crashing into the body, with a final CLOTHESLINE of her own design smashed into Emily’s chin, which finally drops Rose onto her back for good.
Emily left stunned, breathing hard, squirming slightly, but finding herself suddenly getting COVERED up, Casta having rolled in fast to hook one of her legs upwards and over onto her tummy. Referee with the slide in…
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO DICE either, with Rose cutting out the noise with a raised arm and shoulder of her own, which throws Casta off her frame. Ariella still raging, however, picking the blonde up by her dishevelled hair and shouting taunts back into her face.
“What’s that about packing bags, HUH, chica?? You don’t think I belong in the same ring as you?!”
Rose heard groaning as she takes a back-hand chop across her own chest, the repeated WHAP WHAP WHAP echoing off the rafters as Casta repeats the same move she suffered prior, at least two more chops to the pale skin sending the military gal careening off into the ropes. Casta leaping forward with a running knee lift, effectively doubling Emily over as the kneecap disappears into her body, before Casta shoves a hand up into the stunned blonde’s throat, cupping her chin whilst shaking her face left and right.
“YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, HUH??”
Casta decides to go for broke, not giving Emily a chance to reply by sending her off with another Irish Whip to the ropes. Rose with a chance to counter here, get control of this fight she started - the blonde DUCKS under a cross-arm as Casta twirls around to anticipate another comeback, successfully NAILS the blonde square to the gut with a front kick, which FOLDS Emily over with a GNNHHHGGG!
Ariella lets out a ROAR as she secures the double underhooks of the arms, Emily’s head thrust between her brown thighs as she sets up the Dye Casta! Could this be it?? With a grunt, she LIFTS Emily’s body mid-way up into the air, setting her up for a Lungblower, but NO - Rose is still resisting in the wind, her legs kicking upwards and out, trying to stay her center of gravity!
Rose’s extra ten pounds is making it harder for Casta to raise her all the way up, and Emily manages to REVERSE the move, planting her feet back down to the hard earth before ROARING upwards herself, sending Casta flying up and over in a makeshift Back Flip!
Casta lets out a shriek before landing flat on her back, immediately bouncing back up and holding her sides in pain! Rose certainly dodged a bullet back there, doesn’t look too hot herself as she stumbles to the side a little, before LAUNCHING herself forward all at once -- Casta doesn’t know what hit her when that Booty Drop CONNECTS square over the top of her face, Rose using her body weight to FLATTEN the Latina girl in one heck of a statement! Rose keeps up the momentum, bouncing quickly off to the side and waiting for the impact to prop Casta back up in a desperate recovery attempt...
Emily gestures rudely to her opponent with a wave of an arm, before BREAKING INTO ANOTHER RUN - BIG BOOT CAMP connects SQUARE with Ariella’s jaw, whipping her head back down to the canvas, and leaving her spreadeagled for the third time in a minute! Casta looks absolutely KO’ed out on the canvas, the only signs of movement her beating chest that’s rising and falling rapidly! THERE’S THE COVER FROM ROSE--
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR--NOO!!
The sultry Latina still has the sense to raise her shoulders just in the nick of time, on survival instinct, no doubt, as she continues breathing hard over to one side, her eyes still squeezed shut but also leaving Rose frustrated at having this much trouble putting an inferior woman away.
“Get up, bitch. Time to send you home for good!” Rose huffs, pulling Casta up to her feet with her hands buried in her hair.
Casta lets out a grunt as she gets nailed across the face by a rough-house haymaker, before Rose draws her in close to add more momentum of the next Whip to the corner. For a moment, both girls feel each other’s breaths hot on their cheeks, before Casta goes running off to the other end of the ring, whipping around just in time for her back to slam into the turnbuckle hard.
Emily takes a moment to compose herself, before CHARGING in after the stunned girl, no doubt wanting to land more punches and kicks in her signature Military Drills! Just before another flying punch connects, however, Casta LIFTS one of her long legs in the blonde’s direction, which NAILS Emily on the face with a sick counter!
Rose goes spinning backwards with a heavy grunt, holding her jaw in both hands - she doesn’t recover fast enough though, as Casta herself BURSTS from her corner, grabbing onto Emily’s head from behind before whipping her about and around, Emily thrown off her feet, her face THRUST down into the canvas, landing hard right between Casta’s elongated legs!
The X-FACTOR connects!! Rose left absolutely KO’ED between Casta’s thighs, and we all know what’s coming next! Ariella quickly scoots her tired butt forward, wrapping those long legs around Emily’s neck in a Reverse Head Scissors and thrusting the blonde’s lips into her crotch! For the coup de grace, Casta reaches over Emily’s back, grabs hold of both Emily’s flailing legs before securing them under each arm. That’s it! The Cuban Crab is LOCKED IN!
EVERY part of Emily’s body explodes in pain as her neck, body and legs are all twisted and bent, all at once. What’s worse is of course Rose’s face getting forced into the thinly soaked fabric of Casta’s bikini briefs, making her shouts of rage even more indecipherable.
“GIVE IT UP, CHICA!! YOU’RE DONE FOR!!” Casta shouts down at her foe, her own arms and legs straining as she applies as much pressure as she can on the bigger girl.
But Rose’s eyes scream defiance from below, her puffed up cheeks framed by brown, honeyed thighs that make for stark contrast, as her messed up blonde hair flows over the sides of Casta’s pulsing tummy. Her bigger weight and strength allows her finally to free one of her legs, and she quickly digs a knee down into the canvas below, which gives her some additional leverage to hoist her body off the ground and alleviate some of that pressure on her neck.
Casta ain’t giving up, however, her lithe and lean body squared and arched upwards, going along for the ride, and if anything, Ariella squeezes her legs even more firmly around those reddening cheeks of Rose. Referee’s hovering nearby, of course, capturing the intense embrace between two competitors, both women refusing to give up the game.
Suddenly, Casta’s seen smirking, sensing the blonde’s strength quickly fading from her body - Emily having shuddered for a moment in her clutches before turning her face to the side, seemingly about to sputter out her surrender.
“That’s it, you big puta. Kiss my crotch, why duncha. I can do this all-AARGHHH!!!”
Casta lets out a shriek all of a sudden, immediately letting go of Rose and throwing the whole entrapment device out the window.. Rose finally manages to roll over to her side, getting free of this smothered hell, where she’s seen panting hard, but at the same time, sporting a wicked grin on her face.
As Casta slowly recovers to her knees, we see what the commotion was about: red bite marks left clear and near her upper thigh, no doubt the handiwork of Emily Rose’s chompers, who resorted to underhanded tactics to free herself! The blonde Vixen spits out, as if in disgust.
“You dare force your skin onto my lips?” Rose says with malice.
“PUTA!” Casta likewise spits back. “You’re gonna pay for that! I’m gonna whip your ASS-AARRGHH!”
Before she could finish her sentence again, Rose had already broken into a fast sprint towards her. The two women were still in close proximity after their last tangle - close enough for Rose to BARREL into the winded Latina in a football tackle, which sent both of them crashing down to the canvas in a hail of arms and legs.
Growling, Casta lands below, using her remaining strength to try and gain another foothold over the blonde. But there’s fire in Emily’s eyes, and she uses her bigger bulk to quickly overpower her rival, using her butt to pin and straddling her body before a punch right between the eyes subdues Casta in a dull groan.
Emily grabs hold off both her wrists, pinning her arms to the ground high above her head. Licking her lips, Rose dangles her chest above the struggling Latina’s face.
“Time to show you what a REAL woman tastes like, PUTA!” Rose shouts, before plunging her breasts down into Casta’s face and locking in the signature LIGHTS OUT, LADIES!
Arms wrap quickly around Casta’s neck and head, scooping the moaning girl up into the warm embrace of Emily’s jugs, as the rest of Casta’s arms and body begin thrashing about underneath. Casta’s face is as good as disappeared under the mess of tangled blonde and brunette hair, lying flying and twisted over both their shoulders, but only one girl’s muffled screams can be heard from within.
It’s clear Rose has had much practise with this finishing move, grabbing onto Casta’s hair and using it as further leverage to force the Latina’s facial features into the depths of her cleavage, literally arching her neck upwards for her lips to drink in maximum jug.
“TAP OUT, BITCH! OR YOU’RE GONNA WAKE UP IN CUBA!!” Rose bellows down at her trapped prey.
But Casta has too much pride to comply, slowly but surely succumbing to the smother without ever once tapping her hand off the blonde’s bulging biceps. Finally, the referee has seen enough: Casta’s limbs are left prone and lifeless by her side, and there are no more sounds of resistance coming from below besides the occasional whimper and gasp for air. He immediately taps Rose rapidly on her shoulder, ordering her to release the hold! The bell rings rapidly, signaling the END of this fight!
AFTERMATH:
Rose gets in a few more squeezes, just to make sure, before she relinquishes the smother, sitting up on the deflated Casta’s tummy to admirer her handiwork below: Ariella left absolutely knocked out, her head turned to one side, a little dribble coming down the corner of her mouth as finally breathes in fresh gasps of air.
Emily Rose breaks into a wide smile before raising her hand in victory. She gives Casta a little slap on the cheek before rising back up to her feet and striding over to the turnbuckle, where she repeats her showboating entrance with a mount of the second turnbuckle.
Casta, meanwhile, is slowly recovering in the middle of the ring, having turned over to her side and then curling into a fetal position, especially whenever she senses Rose getting close.
Final pose of the night is Emily driving one of her boots down into the Latina’s chest, pinning her down to the ground whilst flexing her biceps for the camera flashes, as she shouts down a final insult:
“This is my ring, you here? MY arena. Don’t let me catch you in here again! OR ELSE!!”