Post by caspian2 on Jul 12, 2021 9:26:28 GMT
Exhibition: Danielle Valentine vs Zee Wylde (Mississippi Striptease Rules)
Danielle:
(5'9", 135 lbs)
Zee:
(5’9”, 130 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“I want a spectacle, you hear? I want people all around Mississippi to hear about your match and come cruisin’ down the river to our lil’ Betsy!” Alana Kash says backstage as she addresses a bewildered-looking Danielle Valentine and Zee Wylde.
“You’re paying us for this shitshow, right?” Zee says, looking skeptical at Alana’s unadulterated enthusiasm.
“Yes, yes. Of course I’ll pay you. But it depends…”
“On what?” Danielle said, raising an eyebrow.
“On how exciting your match is. I’ve got eight other girls on the card, and only a limited amount of dollars to spread around, you know?” Alana says, flashing another practiced smile.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” Zee says, suddenly standing up from her leather chair and pacing around. “I’ll kick blondie’s ass. I’ll put on a show for your high-rollers. How difficult would it be to put some American bimbo away?”
Danielle, however, narrows her brows and stands up as well, coming in to stare Zee down face-to-face. “How would you like to go out? I’ll give you the option in advance, honey. Kissing my tits? Or my crotch?”
Zee, however, laughs off the threat, but finds herself taking a few steps back. “You’ve got balls, blondie, coming after me this early in your career. I’ll see you out there tonight, hon.”
Kash, meanwhile, is looking delightedly between both women, secretly wanting them to throw down right there and then if it makes for good close-circuit TV entertainment.
She turns to Valentine, who is still seething. “Save it for the match, blondie. And don’t forget - I’m taking a chance on your new ass tonight. Don’t make me regret it.”
Hours later, the ballroom is decorated in strings of amber light hung from awning to awning, contrasting well against the rustic white-painted wood of old Betsy, who is steaming well on her maiden voyage tonight.
“AND NOW, INTRODUCING FIRST, PLEASE WELCOME BACK TO THE RING, THE ONE, THE ONLY, ZEEEEEEEE WYLDE!”
There’s a pleasant gasp from the assembled audience as the backdoors swing open like we’re in some washed up, dusty saloon, and in walks Wylde, who’s dressed in a violet brassier that shows off her navel, a long, flowery dress which white folds over themselves, as she struts confidently into the drawing room. Lots of oohs and aahs accompany her wild wild west hostess persona, with Wylde blowing kisses to the crowds on the way down the aisle, later removing her frock to draw even more obscene gasps from the audience after realising she’s only fighting in a set of black lingerie and high stockings.
“INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT! SHE HAILS FROM SAN ANGELO, TEXAS! PLEASE GIVE A WARM, SOUTHERN WELCOME TO DANIELLE VALENTINE!”
Danielle’s music hits the airwaves, the opening riffs of “Jesus of Suburbia” by Green Day not really suited to this Southern setting, but not as though the Texan blonde cares. She tips her hat after bursting through the same double wooden doors, wearing nothing but a denim jacket over a white polka-dotted bikini, giving a little show to the audience as she picks up a pair of pistols and twirls them between her thumbs. Once in the ring, she shoots Zee a glare before marching to one corner and mounting the second turnbuckle. Later, Danielle removes her jacket and cowboy hat, showing off her toned, fighting-fit figure.
Boy did these two ladies take the initial directive seriously, already drawing various cat-calls and whistles from the audience. What else will happen once the two scantily-clad girls start brawling in each other’s arms? Referee for this riverboat match-up gets the nod from both corners. Zee and Danielle stretch their lean bodies to the side, tuning up arms for some last minute release. There goes the bell! HERE WE GO with singles action, with the winner decided by pinfall, submission, knockout, or how crazy the crowd will get, we guess!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls clad in nothing but their skivvies get right to it, locking up with a mutual squeal and loud cheer from the crowds. Danielle in a white cotton top and loose briefs curled around her hips, whilst Zee is in a matching satin black bra and lacey bottoms, just a see-through sheer top hiding her arms and upper torso.
Not surprising that Zee decides to fight dirty to start, already reaching upwards to pull and tug on Danielle’s loose bralette top, which earns her a squeal of rage from Valentine as the loose strings already begin to unravel in the opening seconds.
Danielle’s too busy tugging on jet-black hair, trying to force Zee’s face under her arm and into a Side Headlock, but the English catfighter still has her talons sunk deep into the white fabric, pulling down hard enough for one of Valentine’s breasts to pop out of hiding this early in the fight.
That seems to be Danielle’s limit as she shrieks with rage, uses her hold on Zee’s hair to FLING the brunette face-down to the canvas! FACEBUSTER connects out of the blue, leaving Wylde spreadeagled and her face planted between Valentine’s thighs! OUCH!
Valentine clearly doesn’t like being exposed like this, quickly stands back up and fixes her bra top snug over both shoulders. Then, there’s a glint of evil in her eye as she approaches the prone Wylde, suddenly LUNGING downwards at tugging upwards at her grey sweatshirt, stretching the thin fabric to breaking point!
It’s Zee’s turn to thrash and shriek, her prone body getting hauled along the mattress whilst her top is elongated beyond recognition. Finally, the fabric says “NOPE!” and snaps off her torso completely, leaving behind a loose black cotton bra - the only line of defence left for the humiliated Brit.
“YOU LITTLE PIECE OF HORSESHIT!!” Zee screams, covering her body with her arms. “I’LL FREAKIN’ GET YO-AARRGGHH!”
But Danielle has already pounced upon her, aiming punches at her head after the Body Splash to the midsection connects. Zee’s eating knuckle and forearms from below, wildly scrambling to get free as the two ladies go tossing and turning in each other’s arms.
Meanwhile, the crowd is loving this wild skirmish and the slow striptease predicated by violence. Zee, still dazed, is hauled by her hair to her feet, Valentine eagerly hoping to build upon her momentum. The raven-haired Zee takes a lifting knee to the midsection, which bowls her over, before Danielle raises one of her legs over and up, and places it square over the back of Wylde’s neck.
Looks like Danielle’s attempting a K2, another face-plant to the mat that might hurt Zee badly… if not for the sudden elbow slammed into her body from the side, Zee countering with ANOTHER chugging elbow shoved into the blonde’s midsection!
Danielle’s in one hell of a vulnerable position here, one of her legs still lifted high as Zee powers upwards, GRABBING hold of Danielle’s body with her arms, trapping her leg against her chest before HAULING the trapped blonde upwards and over!! BLAM! Danielle left spreadeagled on her back instead as the Exploder Suplex connects! THERE’S THE COVER from Zee Wylde!
ONE!
TWO!!
NOO! Fast kick out as Danielle lifts her shoulders early! Crowd of course expects no less, with both women still fully clothed and the match just getting juicy here…
Zee with anger flashing in her eyes, takes control with one hand buried into the top of Danielle’s blonde hair, pulling her to her feet. Valentine with her lips parted, breathing hard, but immediately comes to life when Zee lunges for her cotton bra top once more. Danielle starts swinging punches into the Brit’s body, delivering harder slaps to the side of her head as she tries to fight her assailant off.
Zee barely gets another nipple loose when she takes a hard rockin’ right hand to the chin, making her sprawl backwards in shock. She needs to do more before she can dismantle her opponent, quite literally, but thankfully, Valentine is too busy trying to re-fix her top that she doesn’t see Wylde coming back towards her: Big Boot to the gut folds the Texan blonde over with a HUUUOOFFF. Wylde forces her head between her thighs, trapping Danielle’s arms over her back in the set-up for a mean-looking Butterfly Suplex.
But Zee takes TOO long to strike a dominant pose, smiling and grinning for the camera flashes before attempting to hoist Valentine up into the air for the final execution. Instead, Valentine squares her legs, lowers her body to make it insanely difficult to get her feet off the ground. Then, she manages to break one of her arms loose and swings it hard into Zee’s tummy, which knocks the wind out of the Brit with a grunt.
Before Zee can reestablish control, she’s being herded back into the ropes by a revitalised blonde, her head now popped free and driving her shoulder into her opponent’s torso in a frantic CHARGE forward! Wylde hits the ropes and gets half-speared by the shoulder thrust, but what’s worse: Zee lets out a SHRIEK as Danielle reaches around her taut ass, gripping her fingers around the waistband of her black panties and PULLS downwards with all her might!
DOWN THOSE COTTON THINGS GO as Zee’s tanned womanhood is left exposed for the audience to see! The Brit’s too stunned to do anything else at this point as she WHIPPED off by to the other end of the ring, her cotton panties still lying twisted around her bare ankles!
Wylde on the fast return, SPEARED again to the body as Danielle dips her shoulder low and BARRELS into the brunette, sending both women tumbling to the floor in tatters! THERE’S THE COVER from Valentine, who deliberately HOISTS one of the brunette’s legs up into the air and pinned to her chest, allowing the rest of the crowd to again admire her nether region!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOO! Zee kicks out, breathing hard and immediately curling up into a ball to try and hide her nakedness below.
If Danielle had thought being exposed in this manner was enough to make a gal quit, she was wrong. Valentine slowly gets up to her feet, but then, getting greedy, she circles around to Zee’s head and aims her talons for the last piece of clothing left on the Brit’s body: her black cotton bra.
But Zee instinctively covers up the straps and fabric, squealing as she resists with every ounce of her body and dignity. The Brit’s dragged across the canvas a couple of feet as Danielle tries to pull her black top free, but gets nailed to the body by a frontal kick instead, Zee thrashing about on her back to the point of getting lucky.
Danielle sent crashing back and onto her own butt, and the two ladies slowly recover upwards, with Zee still consciously criss-crossing her bare legs any chance she gets. Still, there’s renewed fire in her eyes as she recovers first, CRASHES into Danielle in a haze of slaps and punches to her face and body.
Danielle stunned when a hard SLAPP connects with her face, another thumping fist to the midsection drives her backwards, covering up. Fast lock-up has Danielle trapped in a Side Headlock this time, and Wylde wastes little time with showboating now, almost instantaneously slaps the blonde on her bare shoulder before SPIKING her head down to the floor in a DDT!! OUCH!
Valentine groaning, did a somersault upon impact as she lies squirming on her back. Immediately, Zee POUNCES on the blonde from above, both hands digging into the loosened white cotton top and --- RRRIIIIIPPPPPP!! Danielle can’t save the strained piece of clothing any longer as the loose strings SLIP off her chest completely, leaving her disrobed and her bare breasts glistening under the intense riverboat spotlights!!
“HOW’D YOU LIKE THAT, YOU AMERICAN BITCH?!” Zee shouts, proudly twirling the garment between her fingers as she strides about the ring, no longer ashamed of her naked sex now that her opponent has been dealt an equally humiliating blow.
Valentine’s still consciously draping her arms across her dangling breasts as she’s pulled back up to her feet, Zee once again SHOVING her head in between her thighs, no doubt determined to put her foe away this time with a finishing move! This time, of course, the humiliation is doubled, with Danielle moaning below as Zee takes a moment to GRIND her exposed sex into the back of the blonde’s head, adding further insult to injury as she gives her trapped foe a little taste of her handiwork.
With both hands gripped over the blonde’s glistening back, Zee HAULS Danielle upwards and over, before sending the Texan CRASHING down onto her back in one heck of a Butterfly Suplex!! AND THERE’S THE COVER, with Wylde shoving her hands deliberately smooshed downwards into Danielle’s bare breasts!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR--NOOO!
Another kick-out from Valentine, who probably reacted on instinct there as she manages to push her shoulders off! What’s it gonna take to put one of these ladies away?!
Zee growls, before resorting to hyping up the casino crowds. She climbs to her feet and raises her hands in the air, eager to deliver some climatic action of this match as buries both hands into messed-up dirty blonde hair, pulling a groaning Valentine bit by bit up to her knees, then her feet, all the while slapping her across her cheek and shouting taunts into her face.
“You’re done, you blonde hoe! The crowd’s mine!” Zee said, before giving Danielle’s bare breasts another hard slap across, making them jiggle wildly.
Danielle tries gripping onto Zee’s hair as well, but the Brit has already moved on to other torture techniques, her arms snaked around the American’s back, locking her wrists and then SQUEEZING with all her might, Danielle trapped in half in the center of the ring with the Bearhug secured and tight!
Zee’s arms are constricting around the side of Danielle’s body, positioned right under the ribs as she folds Danielle’s back in half, the Texan blonde letting out shuddered screams as she tries to thrash about to free herself. Zee not helping things along by lifting Danielle into the air, her feet dangling a couple of inches above the ground. But Danielle struggles just enough to force herself back down in order to prevent Zee’s finale from taking place.
Wylde is growing frustrated, pushing the blonde back into the ropes whilst keeping her waist tight and constricted, even forcing one of her knees between Valentine’s thighs, hoping to prop her frame up but at the risk of exposing her crotch to the crowd once more.
Danielle’s body heaving, shuddering in the stranglehold, her lips parted as she shouts repeatedly to the referee that she ain’t ready to quit, not even when her body is hoisted up and onto the middle rope, meaning all Zee has to do is whip her around and send her back down to the ground in a final, debilitating Wylde Ride.
But Danielle somehow holds onto the ropes, refusing to budge despite the pain that must be coursing through her body. She’s draping an arm around the top rope, which stops Wylde from hauling her off and down to oblivion. And it’s not as though Zee ain’t tryin’, the wiley brunette using the last of her strength, her cheek pressed in tight right below Valentine’s heaving chest.
Zee opts for several shoulder thrusts to the body, trying to knock the spirit out of Danielle, but each battering ram to the midsection throws her further in between the ropes, and Wylde herself closer and tighter into a possible, dangerous embrace.
Suddenly, Danielle releases her hold on the ropes! What the--?! Turns out, she was wearing Zee down the entire time, now springing into action and wrapping her arms around Zee’s head instead! Danielle flings her entire weight forward, and Zee finds out the kind of predicament she’s suddenly in when her face is entirely buried in Danielle’s falling breasts landing on top of her!
Valentine has turned the tables, reversed the finishing move into her Southern Hospitality! Zee CRASHES onto her back, squirming and thrashing below but finds herself pinned under a newly determined Valentine, who’s wrapped her arms around the back of the brunette’s head and is now forcing her face into the depths of her cleavage!
Zee Wylde like a Mississippi alligator flailing about, gnashing her teeth, arms flying in every direction as she’s smothered down into the floor, her once proud moment buried in heaps of dishevelled blonde hair, with Valentine’s trembling biceps wrapped around her neck and head like an anaconda refusing to let go…
Soon, it’s all over, and Wylde’s breaths growing more and more subdued, her heavy groans heard from the depths of hot, sweat-slicked hell as she runs out of oxygen and her arms finally fall limply to the ground! Valentine relaxes somewhat but keeps her grip on the knocked out brunette, scooping Zee up into a seated position and still hugging her face to her exposed chest.
Gone is the tension and fear in the blonde’s eyes, now replaced by a smirk as she admires her own handiwork, coos down into Zee’s semi-fluttering eyes. “You give up, baby?”
When Zee barely responds, shaking her head side-to-side but her deflated eyes speaking otherwise, Valentine tuts and plants her lips into the top of her head. “Too bad. Then I’ll just have to finish the show on your behalf.”
With Zee’s body left sagged and melted in her embrace, there’s nothing to stop Valentine from reaching behind, her fingers grasping at the last remaining black bra strap twisted across Zee’s sweaty back. Barely any resistance from the Brit as her last vestiges of dignity slip off her bruised body, with Valentine pulling the cotton garment from between their bodies and then twirling the piece of clothing high in the air to the delight of the crowds.
Wylde left fully naked now, the only saving grace being her very opponent covering the front of her body, her arms still wrapped around Danielle’s shoulders, unwilling to let go of her opponent’s frame now serving as a makeshift covering.
Valentine’s not done, however, getting up to her feet and letting Zee’s lips slide down her torso on the way, before giving the audience a sly wink of her own and letting those loose white cotton panties slide down her butt and thighs. Good lord are the crowds loving this show! Give these two women a directive and they sure as hell know how to fire up an audience! Wylde still fluttering in and out of consciousness as Danielle’s panties hit her square on the face on the way down, before Valentine scoots her forward and back down onto her back.
Wylde still squirming listlessly as Valentine lowers herself onto her chest, then slowly inches her naked ass forward, her thighs angled outwards on either side of Zee’s head before covering her face entirely with her naked sex. “How does that feel, bitch?” Valentine hisses from her seat above, grabbing Wylde by the hair and forcing her lips deeper between her thighs.
Finally, there’s the COVER, with Danielle snaking one of her arms around Zee’s leg, hooking it high and limp!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Hot damn it’s OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
“You promised double the amount,” Danielle growls, her outstretched hand only lined by a couple of $100 bills.
Back in the dark office, Alana Kash flashes the blonde a wicked smile as she leans back in her cushy leather chair, a short cigar between her luscious lips at the end of its lifespan.
“You certainly won the crowd, hon, but I didn’t ask neither of you to strip yourselves down. Think of all the fines, complaints and penalties once those bible-thumping authorities hear about your little striptease in the ring. After the deductions, that’s your remaining cut, hon.”
“That’s not what we agreed on,” Danielle said, her brows narrowing.
In the dim light of the back-office, the blonde’s skin was still gleaming under the amber shades of the lone ceiling light, parts of her wardrobe repaired as soon as she got to the safety of the backstage area.
“Well, tough luck, honey. Feel free to come by next week if you want another shot at glory,” Alana says, closing her leather binder with a whap! before getting up to leave.
Danielle, however, stands her ground, blocking the way out. Kash strides right up to her, fixing her with a deep glare. Besides the different roles they play in this circus, the two gorgeous blondes were similar in stature and built.
“You want to make something of it, hon?” Kash says, her voice dipped low.
For a moment, Valentine considers flying into yet another brawl in the middle of this dank office, right after the one she’d just been through. But the Texan girl shakes her head, before stepping aside.
“Thought so. See ya next week!” Kash says, flashing Danielle a wink, before disappearing through the wooden door and into the wide, colourful parlour lounge, a duffle bag stuffed with her winnings draped over her shoulder.
Danielle:
(5'9", 135 lbs)
Zee:
(5’9”, 130 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“I want a spectacle, you hear? I want people all around Mississippi to hear about your match and come cruisin’ down the river to our lil’ Betsy!” Alana Kash says backstage as she addresses a bewildered-looking Danielle Valentine and Zee Wylde.
“You’re paying us for this shitshow, right?” Zee says, looking skeptical at Alana’s unadulterated enthusiasm.
“Yes, yes. Of course I’ll pay you. But it depends…”
“On what?” Danielle said, raising an eyebrow.
“On how exciting your match is. I’ve got eight other girls on the card, and only a limited amount of dollars to spread around, you know?” Alana says, flashing another practiced smile.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” Zee says, suddenly standing up from her leather chair and pacing around. “I’ll kick blondie’s ass. I’ll put on a show for your high-rollers. How difficult would it be to put some American bimbo away?”
Danielle, however, narrows her brows and stands up as well, coming in to stare Zee down face-to-face. “How would you like to go out? I’ll give you the option in advance, honey. Kissing my tits? Or my crotch?”
Zee, however, laughs off the threat, but finds herself taking a few steps back. “You’ve got balls, blondie, coming after me this early in your career. I’ll see you out there tonight, hon.”
Kash, meanwhile, is looking delightedly between both women, secretly wanting them to throw down right there and then if it makes for good close-circuit TV entertainment.
She turns to Valentine, who is still seething. “Save it for the match, blondie. And don’t forget - I’m taking a chance on your new ass tonight. Don’t make me regret it.”
Hours later, the ballroom is decorated in strings of amber light hung from awning to awning, contrasting well against the rustic white-painted wood of old Betsy, who is steaming well on her maiden voyage tonight.
“AND NOW, INTRODUCING FIRST, PLEASE WELCOME BACK TO THE RING, THE ONE, THE ONLY, ZEEEEEEEE WYLDE!”
There’s a pleasant gasp from the assembled audience as the backdoors swing open like we’re in some washed up, dusty saloon, and in walks Wylde, who’s dressed in a violet brassier that shows off her navel, a long, flowery dress which white folds over themselves, as she struts confidently into the drawing room. Lots of oohs and aahs accompany her wild wild west hostess persona, with Wylde blowing kisses to the crowds on the way down the aisle, later removing her frock to draw even more obscene gasps from the audience after realising she’s only fighting in a set of black lingerie and high stockings.
“INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT! SHE HAILS FROM SAN ANGELO, TEXAS! PLEASE GIVE A WARM, SOUTHERN WELCOME TO DANIELLE VALENTINE!”
Danielle’s music hits the airwaves, the opening riffs of “Jesus of Suburbia” by Green Day not really suited to this Southern setting, but not as though the Texan blonde cares. She tips her hat after bursting through the same double wooden doors, wearing nothing but a denim jacket over a white polka-dotted bikini, giving a little show to the audience as she picks up a pair of pistols and twirls them between her thumbs. Once in the ring, she shoots Zee a glare before marching to one corner and mounting the second turnbuckle. Later, Danielle removes her jacket and cowboy hat, showing off her toned, fighting-fit figure.
Boy did these two ladies take the initial directive seriously, already drawing various cat-calls and whistles from the audience. What else will happen once the two scantily-clad girls start brawling in each other’s arms? Referee for this riverboat match-up gets the nod from both corners. Zee and Danielle stretch their lean bodies to the side, tuning up arms for some last minute release. There goes the bell! HERE WE GO with singles action, with the winner decided by pinfall, submission, knockout, or how crazy the crowd will get, we guess!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls clad in nothing but their skivvies get right to it, locking up with a mutual squeal and loud cheer from the crowds. Danielle in a white cotton top and loose briefs curled around her hips, whilst Zee is in a matching satin black bra and lacey bottoms, just a see-through sheer top hiding her arms and upper torso.
Not surprising that Zee decides to fight dirty to start, already reaching upwards to pull and tug on Danielle’s loose bralette top, which earns her a squeal of rage from Valentine as the loose strings already begin to unravel in the opening seconds.
Danielle’s too busy tugging on jet-black hair, trying to force Zee’s face under her arm and into a Side Headlock, but the English catfighter still has her talons sunk deep into the white fabric, pulling down hard enough for one of Valentine’s breasts to pop out of hiding this early in the fight.
That seems to be Danielle’s limit as she shrieks with rage, uses her hold on Zee’s hair to FLING the brunette face-down to the canvas! FACEBUSTER connects out of the blue, leaving Wylde spreadeagled and her face planted between Valentine’s thighs! OUCH!
Valentine clearly doesn’t like being exposed like this, quickly stands back up and fixes her bra top snug over both shoulders. Then, there’s a glint of evil in her eye as she approaches the prone Wylde, suddenly LUNGING downwards at tugging upwards at her grey sweatshirt, stretching the thin fabric to breaking point!
It’s Zee’s turn to thrash and shriek, her prone body getting hauled along the mattress whilst her top is elongated beyond recognition. Finally, the fabric says “NOPE!” and snaps off her torso completely, leaving behind a loose black cotton bra - the only line of defence left for the humiliated Brit.
“YOU LITTLE PIECE OF HORSESHIT!!” Zee screams, covering her body with her arms. “I’LL FREAKIN’ GET YO-AARRGGHH!”
But Danielle has already pounced upon her, aiming punches at her head after the Body Splash to the midsection connects. Zee’s eating knuckle and forearms from below, wildly scrambling to get free as the two ladies go tossing and turning in each other’s arms.
Meanwhile, the crowd is loving this wild skirmish and the slow striptease predicated by violence. Zee, still dazed, is hauled by her hair to her feet, Valentine eagerly hoping to build upon her momentum. The raven-haired Zee takes a lifting knee to the midsection, which bowls her over, before Danielle raises one of her legs over and up, and places it square over the back of Wylde’s neck.
Looks like Danielle’s attempting a K2, another face-plant to the mat that might hurt Zee badly… if not for the sudden elbow slammed into her body from the side, Zee countering with ANOTHER chugging elbow shoved into the blonde’s midsection!
Danielle’s in one hell of a vulnerable position here, one of her legs still lifted high as Zee powers upwards, GRABBING hold of Danielle’s body with her arms, trapping her leg against her chest before HAULING the trapped blonde upwards and over!! BLAM! Danielle left spreadeagled on her back instead as the Exploder Suplex connects! THERE’S THE COVER from Zee Wylde!
ONE!
TWO!!
NOO! Fast kick out as Danielle lifts her shoulders early! Crowd of course expects no less, with both women still fully clothed and the match just getting juicy here…
Zee with anger flashing in her eyes, takes control with one hand buried into the top of Danielle’s blonde hair, pulling her to her feet. Valentine with her lips parted, breathing hard, but immediately comes to life when Zee lunges for her cotton bra top once more. Danielle starts swinging punches into the Brit’s body, delivering harder slaps to the side of her head as she tries to fight her assailant off.
Zee barely gets another nipple loose when she takes a hard rockin’ right hand to the chin, making her sprawl backwards in shock. She needs to do more before she can dismantle her opponent, quite literally, but thankfully, Valentine is too busy trying to re-fix her top that she doesn’t see Wylde coming back towards her: Big Boot to the gut folds the Texan blonde over with a HUUUOOFFF. Wylde forces her head between her thighs, trapping Danielle’s arms over her back in the set-up for a mean-looking Butterfly Suplex.
But Zee takes TOO long to strike a dominant pose, smiling and grinning for the camera flashes before attempting to hoist Valentine up into the air for the final execution. Instead, Valentine squares her legs, lowers her body to make it insanely difficult to get her feet off the ground. Then, she manages to break one of her arms loose and swings it hard into Zee’s tummy, which knocks the wind out of the Brit with a grunt.
Before Zee can reestablish control, she’s being herded back into the ropes by a revitalised blonde, her head now popped free and driving her shoulder into her opponent’s torso in a frantic CHARGE forward! Wylde hits the ropes and gets half-speared by the shoulder thrust, but what’s worse: Zee lets out a SHRIEK as Danielle reaches around her taut ass, gripping her fingers around the waistband of her black panties and PULLS downwards with all her might!
DOWN THOSE COTTON THINGS GO as Zee’s tanned womanhood is left exposed for the audience to see! The Brit’s too stunned to do anything else at this point as she WHIPPED off by to the other end of the ring, her cotton panties still lying twisted around her bare ankles!
Wylde on the fast return, SPEARED again to the body as Danielle dips her shoulder low and BARRELS into the brunette, sending both women tumbling to the floor in tatters! THERE’S THE COVER from Valentine, who deliberately HOISTS one of the brunette’s legs up into the air and pinned to her chest, allowing the rest of the crowd to again admire her nether region!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOO! Zee kicks out, breathing hard and immediately curling up into a ball to try and hide her nakedness below.
If Danielle had thought being exposed in this manner was enough to make a gal quit, she was wrong. Valentine slowly gets up to her feet, but then, getting greedy, she circles around to Zee’s head and aims her talons for the last piece of clothing left on the Brit’s body: her black cotton bra.
But Zee instinctively covers up the straps and fabric, squealing as she resists with every ounce of her body and dignity. The Brit’s dragged across the canvas a couple of feet as Danielle tries to pull her black top free, but gets nailed to the body by a frontal kick instead, Zee thrashing about on her back to the point of getting lucky.
Danielle sent crashing back and onto her own butt, and the two ladies slowly recover upwards, with Zee still consciously criss-crossing her bare legs any chance she gets. Still, there’s renewed fire in her eyes as she recovers first, CRASHES into Danielle in a haze of slaps and punches to her face and body.
Danielle stunned when a hard SLAPP connects with her face, another thumping fist to the midsection drives her backwards, covering up. Fast lock-up has Danielle trapped in a Side Headlock this time, and Wylde wastes little time with showboating now, almost instantaneously slaps the blonde on her bare shoulder before SPIKING her head down to the floor in a DDT!! OUCH!
Valentine groaning, did a somersault upon impact as she lies squirming on her back. Immediately, Zee POUNCES on the blonde from above, both hands digging into the loosened white cotton top and --- RRRIIIIIPPPPPP!! Danielle can’t save the strained piece of clothing any longer as the loose strings SLIP off her chest completely, leaving her disrobed and her bare breasts glistening under the intense riverboat spotlights!!
“HOW’D YOU LIKE THAT, YOU AMERICAN BITCH?!” Zee shouts, proudly twirling the garment between her fingers as she strides about the ring, no longer ashamed of her naked sex now that her opponent has been dealt an equally humiliating blow.
Valentine’s still consciously draping her arms across her dangling breasts as she’s pulled back up to her feet, Zee once again SHOVING her head in between her thighs, no doubt determined to put her foe away this time with a finishing move! This time, of course, the humiliation is doubled, with Danielle moaning below as Zee takes a moment to GRIND her exposed sex into the back of the blonde’s head, adding further insult to injury as she gives her trapped foe a little taste of her handiwork.
With both hands gripped over the blonde’s glistening back, Zee HAULS Danielle upwards and over, before sending the Texan CRASHING down onto her back in one heck of a Butterfly Suplex!! AND THERE’S THE COVER, with Wylde shoving her hands deliberately smooshed downwards into Danielle’s bare breasts!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR--NOOO!
Another kick-out from Valentine, who probably reacted on instinct there as she manages to push her shoulders off! What’s it gonna take to put one of these ladies away?!
Zee growls, before resorting to hyping up the casino crowds. She climbs to her feet and raises her hands in the air, eager to deliver some climatic action of this match as buries both hands into messed-up dirty blonde hair, pulling a groaning Valentine bit by bit up to her knees, then her feet, all the while slapping her across her cheek and shouting taunts into her face.
“You’re done, you blonde hoe! The crowd’s mine!” Zee said, before giving Danielle’s bare breasts another hard slap across, making them jiggle wildly.
Danielle tries gripping onto Zee’s hair as well, but the Brit has already moved on to other torture techniques, her arms snaked around the American’s back, locking her wrists and then SQUEEZING with all her might, Danielle trapped in half in the center of the ring with the Bearhug secured and tight!
Zee’s arms are constricting around the side of Danielle’s body, positioned right under the ribs as she folds Danielle’s back in half, the Texan blonde letting out shuddered screams as she tries to thrash about to free herself. Zee not helping things along by lifting Danielle into the air, her feet dangling a couple of inches above the ground. But Danielle struggles just enough to force herself back down in order to prevent Zee’s finale from taking place.
Wylde is growing frustrated, pushing the blonde back into the ropes whilst keeping her waist tight and constricted, even forcing one of her knees between Valentine’s thighs, hoping to prop her frame up but at the risk of exposing her crotch to the crowd once more.
Danielle’s body heaving, shuddering in the stranglehold, her lips parted as she shouts repeatedly to the referee that she ain’t ready to quit, not even when her body is hoisted up and onto the middle rope, meaning all Zee has to do is whip her around and send her back down to the ground in a final, debilitating Wylde Ride.
But Danielle somehow holds onto the ropes, refusing to budge despite the pain that must be coursing through her body. She’s draping an arm around the top rope, which stops Wylde from hauling her off and down to oblivion. And it’s not as though Zee ain’t tryin’, the wiley brunette using the last of her strength, her cheek pressed in tight right below Valentine’s heaving chest.
Zee opts for several shoulder thrusts to the body, trying to knock the spirit out of Danielle, but each battering ram to the midsection throws her further in between the ropes, and Wylde herself closer and tighter into a possible, dangerous embrace.
Suddenly, Danielle releases her hold on the ropes! What the--?! Turns out, she was wearing Zee down the entire time, now springing into action and wrapping her arms around Zee’s head instead! Danielle flings her entire weight forward, and Zee finds out the kind of predicament she’s suddenly in when her face is entirely buried in Danielle’s falling breasts landing on top of her!
Valentine has turned the tables, reversed the finishing move into her Southern Hospitality! Zee CRASHES onto her back, squirming and thrashing below but finds herself pinned under a newly determined Valentine, who’s wrapped her arms around the back of the brunette’s head and is now forcing her face into the depths of her cleavage!
Zee Wylde like a Mississippi alligator flailing about, gnashing her teeth, arms flying in every direction as she’s smothered down into the floor, her once proud moment buried in heaps of dishevelled blonde hair, with Valentine’s trembling biceps wrapped around her neck and head like an anaconda refusing to let go…
Soon, it’s all over, and Wylde’s breaths growing more and more subdued, her heavy groans heard from the depths of hot, sweat-slicked hell as she runs out of oxygen and her arms finally fall limply to the ground! Valentine relaxes somewhat but keeps her grip on the knocked out brunette, scooping Zee up into a seated position and still hugging her face to her exposed chest.
Gone is the tension and fear in the blonde’s eyes, now replaced by a smirk as she admires her own handiwork, coos down into Zee’s semi-fluttering eyes. “You give up, baby?”
When Zee barely responds, shaking her head side-to-side but her deflated eyes speaking otherwise, Valentine tuts and plants her lips into the top of her head. “Too bad. Then I’ll just have to finish the show on your behalf.”
With Zee’s body left sagged and melted in her embrace, there’s nothing to stop Valentine from reaching behind, her fingers grasping at the last remaining black bra strap twisted across Zee’s sweaty back. Barely any resistance from the Brit as her last vestiges of dignity slip off her bruised body, with Valentine pulling the cotton garment from between their bodies and then twirling the piece of clothing high in the air to the delight of the crowds.
Wylde left fully naked now, the only saving grace being her very opponent covering the front of her body, her arms still wrapped around Danielle’s shoulders, unwilling to let go of her opponent’s frame now serving as a makeshift covering.
Valentine’s not done, however, getting up to her feet and letting Zee’s lips slide down her torso on the way, before giving the audience a sly wink of her own and letting those loose white cotton panties slide down her butt and thighs. Good lord are the crowds loving this show! Give these two women a directive and they sure as hell know how to fire up an audience! Wylde still fluttering in and out of consciousness as Danielle’s panties hit her square on the face on the way down, before Valentine scoots her forward and back down onto her back.
Wylde still squirming listlessly as Valentine lowers herself onto her chest, then slowly inches her naked ass forward, her thighs angled outwards on either side of Zee’s head before covering her face entirely with her naked sex. “How does that feel, bitch?” Valentine hisses from her seat above, grabbing Wylde by the hair and forcing her lips deeper between her thighs.
Finally, there’s the COVER, with Danielle snaking one of her arms around Zee’s leg, hooking it high and limp!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Hot damn it’s OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
“You promised double the amount,” Danielle growls, her outstretched hand only lined by a couple of $100 bills.
Back in the dark office, Alana Kash flashes the blonde a wicked smile as she leans back in her cushy leather chair, a short cigar between her luscious lips at the end of its lifespan.
“You certainly won the crowd, hon, but I didn’t ask neither of you to strip yourselves down. Think of all the fines, complaints and penalties once those bible-thumping authorities hear about your little striptease in the ring. After the deductions, that’s your remaining cut, hon.”
“That’s not what we agreed on,” Danielle said, her brows narrowing.
In the dim light of the back-office, the blonde’s skin was still gleaming under the amber shades of the lone ceiling light, parts of her wardrobe repaired as soon as she got to the safety of the backstage area.
“Well, tough luck, honey. Feel free to come by next week if you want another shot at glory,” Alana says, closing her leather binder with a whap! before getting up to leave.
Danielle, however, stands her ground, blocking the way out. Kash strides right up to her, fixing her with a deep glare. Besides the different roles they play in this circus, the two gorgeous blondes were similar in stature and built.
“You want to make something of it, hon?” Kash says, her voice dipped low.
For a moment, Valentine considers flying into yet another brawl in the middle of this dank office, right after the one she’d just been through. But the Texan girl shakes her head, before stepping aside.
“Thought so. See ya next week!” Kash says, flashing Danielle a wink, before disappearing through the wooden door and into the wide, colourful parlour lounge, a duffle bag stuffed with her winnings draped over her shoulder.