Post by boobytrap on Feb 1, 2023 17:04:17 GMT
FAWN.com/shows/Spotlight-recap-video
FAWN’s recaps of their weekly series are a great way to catch up to the current product if you’re out of the loop or new to the league; today’s posting is the second match in a series that’s quickly becoming a hot topic among the fans. The video opens with a well-dressed Mel Sutton standing in front of a Green Screen, broadcasting the FAWN logo rotating around the world.
MEL SUTTON
“Hello, FAWNatics! Welcome or welcome back to our spotlight series, where we focus on a particular match or rivalry currently going on in the FAWNiverse. Today we’re looking at a couple of our favourite Canadians, Hazeema McMurray and Erin Price. This past week they’ve locked horns for the second time in their careers in a technical spectacle that was the highlight of the night. McMurray won their last match by disqualification when Erin trapped her in the ropes and ignored the referee so she could give the rookie the ‘Old School’ treatment. It looked like that victory left a bad taste in Hazeema’s mouth because she was a charging bull in this bout! Charging headfirst into the fray to take the legendary Price and teach her to keep her hands to herself. Let's see how that turned out. Roll the clip!”
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
ERIN PRICE
Clip 1
Hazeema grimaces as she rubs her large, naked, sore breasts, getting some catcalls from the drunks in the crowd and a lewd grin from Erin with just a hit of smugness. Hazeema had briefly taken the lead at the start of the contest with some rapid Clotheslines, Monkeyflips, and Dropkicks, then got dragged into the Fightin Fox’s rhythm after suffering through a trio of Snap Suplexes. After pulling her up by the Pigtails, Erin literally beat McMurray from corner to far corner with Palm Strikes to the breasts, she knocked the boulders out of their holsters by the time Hazeema hit the buckles and juggled them with strikes through the ref’s count before backing away.
The nerdiest lady in Letterkenny puts her girls back undercover to Erin’s great disappointment and steps out of the corner. She points an angry finger at the vivacious veteran, “I’m getting the sense you think I’m some kind of stress ball for your urges and not a real opponent. Well, I’m not a nut for you to get squirrely over!”
Erin struggles not to laugh, it's not fair to be this adorable and have a body that distracting. She waves McMurray off, “Oh, no disrespect meant. You gotta expect that sort of thing around here, especially from the rowdier girls in the locker room. Now if you can’t stop me from doing that or can’t take it, you should stick to managing talent. I’ll even hire you!”
Erin places a hand on a popped hip, scans Hazeema with bedroom eyes, and circles her frame with a finger, “I’ll have to insist on changes to your uniform, a shorter skirt and some high heels to get some bounce in those puppies.”
Steam is coming out of The DM&M’s ears as she slowly takes a grappler’s stance, she tries to growl intimidatingly but it’s too cute, “You’ll see how well they bounce when they’re wrapped around your face for the three-count.”
Price runs her tongue against her upper teeth and imitates McMurray’s stance, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
The two battling beauties inch closer to each other, their hands lashing out like snakes to smack off each other as they try to pull the other woman into a submission hold before returning to their sides. The wrestlers engage in quick and accurate hand-fighting for an enthralling ten seconds before Hazeema predicts correctly that Price would try to sneak in grope among the duelling jabs and grabs the brunette’s wrist right as she tries to palm the basketball. The masterful manager bends Erin's arm with a Double Wrist Lock and flips the Penthouse Fighter over onto the canvas. Hazeema drops with her and takes Erin's skull in a snug Headscissors, crossing her ankles for extra pressure power.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XR_lmQ6MNI
"How do you like that!?" Hazeema slaps her thigh right as she flexes her legs around Erin’s head, willing her stems to act like a mini-car compactor. “I’m gonna squeeze an apology out of you!”
Erin paws and beats her hands against Hazeema’s legs as she beats her heels against the canvas, moaning as the Pakistani-Canadian tries to crack her like a watermelon… but it sounds like it's more in pleasure than pain?
"Mmmm! You don't have the thighs for the Apartments or the ring but I know some people who-Errgh! Are into head crushERRgH!!"
McMurray's legs relax into stunning relief as she tries to wrench Price's head off her shoulders with all her might.
"You're chirping real loud for someone tasting my sweat right now! Maybe you should get back on your feet before-Hey! Hands offAAIE!!”
Still enduring the vice of Hazeema’s strong as steel but velvet-feeling thighs, Erin reaches over to cup, jostle and squeeze the Northern Coalitionite’s bountiful buns. Hazeema thought the veteran was copping a feel until slips a thumb under the black material of her bodysuit and pulls the lycra halfway up her back, giving the farm girl a vicious wedgie! McMurray screams amid a storm of flash photography that immortalizes the image of her full cheeks. The Headscissors instinctively tighten around Erin’s head which makes The Fox pull harder and saw the lycra higher through McMurray’s tender center. She endures for as long as she can, but McMurray can’t take another tug! Hazeema’s legs spring open and the two roll away from each other like they’re polarized.
Erin lies flat on her back and takes in deep, loud breaths as she wipes excess perspiration from her flushed face. Hazeema has both hands gently massaging the afflicted area while she curls up in a fetal position. She glares angrily at Erin with watery eyes and squeaks, “Stay out of my trunks!”
Erin lazily turns her head to look at the irate rookie and licks her lips, still tasting Hazeema on her skin, “Make me.”
Clip 2
Hazeema ups her grip on the headlock around a distressed Erin and draws her head back, “You like this? I think it’s working well for the ring. How bout the Apartments? Will it work there?”
Price can only give an indecipherable gurgle as an answer, but if she could speak, she’d say “hell yeah!” The Fox’s creamy tummy is getting a tan from the house lights while she’s put on display in Hazeema’s Leg-trapped Inverted STF, more widely known as Exsanguinate.
EXSANGUINATE
youtu.be/G4MHe00rGlE?t=367
Hazeema wrenches Price’s head and forth after the veteran waves off the official’s check, “Tell you what, I’ll let bygones be bygones if you promise to keep things PG13 from here on out.” Face pinched in pain and concentration, Erin gives another gurgle and tries to get her fingers in Hazeema’s hair. The Coationite easily leans her head away from the searching digits and chokes up on the Headlock, “I couldn’t understand that. Give me one grunt for yes. Two grunts for noOAAAIEEE!!!”
McMurray should have kept track of Erin’s other hand; The Fox snuck her left hand behind her back and between their bodies, grabbed some of the material by McMurray's pelvis and gave the trusting D&D player a ruthless front wedgie!
There’s no battle of wills here; Hazeema shoves Erin away like she’s radioactive and writhes on the canvas like there’s a current running through her. Hazeema squirms on her side and gently and haltingly pulls her ring gear out of her holiest of holys. Erin rubs her neck as she gets up on one knee, she leans down to wrap one of the manager’s pigtails around her fists, “Have you considered coming to the ring naked? I couldn’t do that if you were naked.”
Clip 3
Erin yanks on the Hammerlock and gets rewarded with a cute squeal that turns into a gag when The Fightin’ Fox cinches up on the Guillotine Choke, “See? Keeping it above the belt’s not so fun. Now I can only choke and stretch you.” Erin walks the gagging rookie around the perimeter of the ring, making sure Hazeema’s ass can be seen by every camera and every section of the stadium.
SILK SCARF
youtu.be/P54oaU6q8To?t=124
“Guff! Graph!”
Erin peppers Hazeema’s gut with the odd knees they promenade. The junior Canuck groans with each belly bust. “Anytime you want to pack it in, go ahead. I promise not to strip you this time- ahh look at you, nice ring sense!”
McMurray sank to a knee, worsening the choke and ramping the Hammerlock to stretch a leg and hook an ankle over the bottom rope. Erin lets the overwhelmed newbie puddle to the canvas without the ref needing to start a count. As a coughing Hazeema rubs her sore neck and slowly works her shoulder back into its proper place, Erin stands at the center of the ring with her hands on her knees with a contented grin on her face, nibbling her lower lip the tiniest bit and happily wiggling her hips side to side like a cat waving its tail as she waits for her prey to get back up.
‘Come on, Haz! Get your head in the game! Unwrapping your juggs in front of thousands is only fun if you fight back at least a little bit.”
Hazeema fights through a coughing fit and snarls for perhaps the first time in her entire life and labours to her feet, “Cough! Cough! I’m warning you, you damn degen! If you keep that attitude up I’ll march you buck ass naked through this crowd!”
Erin winks and gives Hazeema a salacious look, cupping her bosom and jiggling them to catcalls and whistles from the audience, “If I knew I’d awaken something in you I’d have had our next match somewhere private, like a motel room.”
Hazeema’s had it! This handsy harlot needs a beatdown! "I going to beat you worse than The Leafs get at the Play-Offs!" The ornery DM&M charges at The Fightin' Fox, ready to turn Erin's beautiful face black and blue.
"RaaaahhAaiiee!!!"
It was like falling off a cliff into a torture device. Hazeema found herself tripped onto her side, tied up, and arranged in a vicious mockery of the walking signal. Erin pushes at Hazeema’s right heel as her legs entwine with the manager’s left leg in a Heel Hook and stretch it back, stretching the curvy Canuck lower limbs nearly 180 degrees.
LEG SPREADER
youtu.be/Xug9Ze1Toy0?t=443
Erin straightens out to make themselves a taut bow of pain and nudges McMurray’s knee in all manner of directions in the Heel Hook, making the farm girl shriek, squeal and claw at the mat.
Erin tests the integrity of Hazeema's hamstrings, and speaks over the rookie's caterwauling, "I bet you preferred what was I doing to you below the waist last match when compared to this, am I right? How about I switch from Strong Style to bedroom style?"
Hazeema grits her teeth and forces down another scream, "You're never getting in my trunks again, and I can take anything you dish out and serve it back to youUuUAAA!!!!"
Erin puts Hazeema into a perfect split and torques her near snapping, holding the pressure for a good six seconds before relenting. Vibrating with pain, tears run down Hazeema's eyes as she runs her hands through her hair. Erin quirks an eyebrow; she's impressed! Most women would have tapped by now.
“Alright, sweetie. Challenge accepted.”
Clip 4
“AAAAH!! AAIEE!! AIE!!”
“How bout now, huh! Wanna give it up!?”
Erin tugs on Hazeema’s arms and knees, thrusting Hazeema’s crotch higher into the air as her thigh muscles turn into balls of fire. Erin pumped the Banna Spread a few times before motioning with her eyes for the ref to come over. For half the match now, The Fightin’ Fox has focused the totality of her wrestling on contorting Hazeema’s legs every which way, and if the submission left the Coalitionite in a less than dignified state? Well, that’s just gravy on some delicious poutine!
WISHBONED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5znAWC7MLso
Hazeema is raining sweat like she’s trying to slip from Price’s grip, near delirious with pain. Even still, she refuses to give the veteran the satisfaction of hearing her submit. With eyes unfocused, Hazeema croaks out a weak and quavering, “Nooo….”
Erin lets out a small huff of frustration; stretching this chick out is fun, but this is starting to get insulting, “Okay, you want the big guns? You got it.”
Erin releases her holds and lets Hazzema roll off The Fox onto the mat. She lands her forehead, belly, and shins flat on the ground, the subtle bounce of canvas putting a jiggle through her phat ass that the camera zooms in on as it catches McMurray inadvertently bowing to Erin Price. The Penthouse legend stands up, flicks her bottoms back into their proper place and pulls the putty-like Pakistani-Canadian up into a snug Headscissors.
Erin takes McMurray's arms in a Double Underhook and starts rolling her hips to whistles and catcalls from the FAWNatics. Hazeema's an unwitting prop in this spicy show; her neck is cranked back and forth as her head is forced to follow Price's rhythm. And the camera zooms in even closer on the battered and bent-over beauty's derriere during their taunting dance.
Erin calls out to the titillated masses, "Alright folks! This won't end with a bang but if you listen close, you'll hear a whimper!"
On that ominous note; The Fightin' Fox drops onto her toned tush and leans back far enough so Hazeema's legs sway against her body, then Erin closes her own legs around them and the Dungeon Master’s head in a tight wrap. They topple onto their sides and Erin's stems flex into sharp definition as she puts the SQUEEZE on Hazeema, now trapped in the hot, moist Gordian Knot of their bodies. The DM's own thighs mashing into her face as she's compressed into a tighter fold.
FOXTRAP
youtu.be/2e024_swyiw?t=1310
Erin indeed gets many a whimper from Hazeema and a few muffled moans, but not the verbal submission she desired. Erin puts her all into one last constriction, roaring with the effort needed to crush the spirit from Hazeema’s body, ”MMPHRrraaa!!” The Letterkenny Lass’s boots kick fitfully as her prison turns airtight!.... and then goes slack. The ref taps on McMurray’s leg looking for a response, a little too high on the thigh by professional standards. And after getting no answer he makes the call to mercifully end it.
DINGDINGDING!!
“Your winner by KnockOut…. The Figthin’ Fox, Erin Price!!”
Erin keeps the squeeze on McMurray throughout the ringing of the bell and the announcement of her victory. Alternating constrictions at each chime and syllable, with a sustained flex stronger than all the ones before it while the announcer says her name. Erin finally releases McMurray from The Fox Trap with a big sigh of satisfaction and stands up to bask in her moment. The defeated Dungeon Master stays curled up on the canvas as Erin takes center ring. Hazeema looks like she's either having a nightmare or resting in bed after a traumatic day, maybe both.
Erin gets her hand raised and quickly breaks away to have fun with her spoils. Hazeema's just beginning to come out of shock when Erin gently nudges the defeated Dungeon Master onto her back and swiftly settles into a Reverse Facesit. Hazeema's awake enough to protest but too weak to do anything about it; her only resistance is muttering protests into Price’s grinding undercarriage as her legs are corralled under The Fox’s armpits.
Erin is all smiles as she cracks her knuckles and stares at the bronze rump before her eyes that’s about to be roasted, “I promised I’d play nice and wouldn’t strip you, but you gotta pay the price for losing. Oh my God! How have I not used that for a T-shirt?” Erin raises her hands into the air and waggles her fingers to tease the crowd, gives Hazeema’s features a deep swipe and purrs, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”
Erin calls out to the Orlando audience, “Count ‘em down!” and SLAPS her palms onto Hazeema’s glutes, sending them a jiggle. The fans keep track of each echoing spank a split second after they see the ripple in McMurray’s cheek meat.
CRACK! ONE!!!
CRACK! TWO!!!
CRACK! THREE!!!
CRACK! FOUR!!!
CRACK! FIVE!!!
On the fifth shot, Erin digs her fingers into McMurray’s backside and jostles her cheeks before letting up and letting the farm girl’s stems unfurl and fall limply to the mat. She scoots backward off Hazeema’s sweaty, red face and goes nose to nose in a north/south position while palming the manager’s heaving chest.
“Thanks for the fight. Call me for a rematch anytime.”
Erin presses her lips to Hazeema’s forehead and gives her a long, loud smooch while giving the defeated DM’s gurls a thorough groping.
“....mmmmmmmmMWAH!” Erin breaks her kiss with a pop! Leaving a perfect lipstick print dead center of Hazeema’s head. She pats the now unconscious girl on the cheek, “A reminder to keep your head in the game.”
Erin Price- 1 Hazeema McMurray- 1
FAWN’s recaps of their weekly series are a great way to catch up to the current product if you’re out of the loop or new to the league; today’s posting is the second match in a series that’s quickly becoming a hot topic among the fans. The video opens with a well-dressed Mel Sutton standing in front of a Green Screen, broadcasting the FAWN logo rotating around the world.
MEL SUTTON
“Hello, FAWNatics! Welcome or welcome back to our spotlight series, where we focus on a particular match or rivalry currently going on in the FAWNiverse. Today we’re looking at a couple of our favourite Canadians, Hazeema McMurray and Erin Price. This past week they’ve locked horns for the second time in their careers in a technical spectacle that was the highlight of the night. McMurray won their last match by disqualification when Erin trapped her in the ropes and ignored the referee so she could give the rookie the ‘Old School’ treatment. It looked like that victory left a bad taste in Hazeema’s mouth because she was a charging bull in this bout! Charging headfirst into the fray to take the legendary Price and teach her to keep her hands to herself. Let's see how that turned out. Roll the clip!”
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
ERIN PRICE
Clip 1
Hazeema grimaces as she rubs her large, naked, sore breasts, getting some catcalls from the drunks in the crowd and a lewd grin from Erin with just a hit of smugness. Hazeema had briefly taken the lead at the start of the contest with some rapid Clotheslines, Monkeyflips, and Dropkicks, then got dragged into the Fightin Fox’s rhythm after suffering through a trio of Snap Suplexes. After pulling her up by the Pigtails, Erin literally beat McMurray from corner to far corner with Palm Strikes to the breasts, she knocked the boulders out of their holsters by the time Hazeema hit the buckles and juggled them with strikes through the ref’s count before backing away.
The nerdiest lady in Letterkenny puts her girls back undercover to Erin’s great disappointment and steps out of the corner. She points an angry finger at the vivacious veteran, “I’m getting the sense you think I’m some kind of stress ball for your urges and not a real opponent. Well, I’m not a nut for you to get squirrely over!”
Erin struggles not to laugh, it's not fair to be this adorable and have a body that distracting. She waves McMurray off, “Oh, no disrespect meant. You gotta expect that sort of thing around here, especially from the rowdier girls in the locker room. Now if you can’t stop me from doing that or can’t take it, you should stick to managing talent. I’ll even hire you!”
Erin places a hand on a popped hip, scans Hazeema with bedroom eyes, and circles her frame with a finger, “I’ll have to insist on changes to your uniform, a shorter skirt and some high heels to get some bounce in those puppies.”
Steam is coming out of The DM&M’s ears as she slowly takes a grappler’s stance, she tries to growl intimidatingly but it’s too cute, “You’ll see how well they bounce when they’re wrapped around your face for the three-count.”
Price runs her tongue against her upper teeth and imitates McMurray’s stance, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
The two battling beauties inch closer to each other, their hands lashing out like snakes to smack off each other as they try to pull the other woman into a submission hold before returning to their sides. The wrestlers engage in quick and accurate hand-fighting for an enthralling ten seconds before Hazeema predicts correctly that Price would try to sneak in grope among the duelling jabs and grabs the brunette’s wrist right as she tries to palm the basketball. The masterful manager bends Erin's arm with a Double Wrist Lock and flips the Penthouse Fighter over onto the canvas. Hazeema drops with her and takes Erin's skull in a snug Headscissors, crossing her ankles for extra pressure power.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XR_lmQ6MNI
"How do you like that!?" Hazeema slaps her thigh right as she flexes her legs around Erin’s head, willing her stems to act like a mini-car compactor. “I’m gonna squeeze an apology out of you!”
Erin paws and beats her hands against Hazeema’s legs as she beats her heels against the canvas, moaning as the Pakistani-Canadian tries to crack her like a watermelon… but it sounds like it's more in pleasure than pain?
"Mmmm! You don't have the thighs for the Apartments or the ring but I know some people who-Errgh! Are into head crushERRgH!!"
McMurray's legs relax into stunning relief as she tries to wrench Price's head off her shoulders with all her might.
"You're chirping real loud for someone tasting my sweat right now! Maybe you should get back on your feet before-Hey! Hands offAAIE!!”
Still enduring the vice of Hazeema’s strong as steel but velvet-feeling thighs, Erin reaches over to cup, jostle and squeeze the Northern Coalitionite’s bountiful buns. Hazeema thought the veteran was copping a feel until slips a thumb under the black material of her bodysuit and pulls the lycra halfway up her back, giving the farm girl a vicious wedgie! McMurray screams amid a storm of flash photography that immortalizes the image of her full cheeks. The Headscissors instinctively tighten around Erin’s head which makes The Fox pull harder and saw the lycra higher through McMurray’s tender center. She endures for as long as she can, but McMurray can’t take another tug! Hazeema’s legs spring open and the two roll away from each other like they’re polarized.
Erin lies flat on her back and takes in deep, loud breaths as she wipes excess perspiration from her flushed face. Hazeema has both hands gently massaging the afflicted area while she curls up in a fetal position. She glares angrily at Erin with watery eyes and squeaks, “Stay out of my trunks!”
Erin lazily turns her head to look at the irate rookie and licks her lips, still tasting Hazeema on her skin, “Make me.”
Clip 2
Hazeema ups her grip on the headlock around a distressed Erin and draws her head back, “You like this? I think it’s working well for the ring. How bout the Apartments? Will it work there?”
Price can only give an indecipherable gurgle as an answer, but if she could speak, she’d say “hell yeah!” The Fox’s creamy tummy is getting a tan from the house lights while she’s put on display in Hazeema’s Leg-trapped Inverted STF, more widely known as Exsanguinate.
EXSANGUINATE
youtu.be/G4MHe00rGlE?t=367
Hazeema wrenches Price’s head and forth after the veteran waves off the official’s check, “Tell you what, I’ll let bygones be bygones if you promise to keep things PG13 from here on out.” Face pinched in pain and concentration, Erin gives another gurgle and tries to get her fingers in Hazeema’s hair. The Coationite easily leans her head away from the searching digits and chokes up on the Headlock, “I couldn’t understand that. Give me one grunt for yes. Two grunts for noOAAAIEEE!!!”
McMurray should have kept track of Erin’s other hand; The Fox snuck her left hand behind her back and between their bodies, grabbed some of the material by McMurray's pelvis and gave the trusting D&D player a ruthless front wedgie!
There’s no battle of wills here; Hazeema shoves Erin away like she’s radioactive and writhes on the canvas like there’s a current running through her. Hazeema squirms on her side and gently and haltingly pulls her ring gear out of her holiest of holys. Erin rubs her neck as she gets up on one knee, she leans down to wrap one of the manager’s pigtails around her fists, “Have you considered coming to the ring naked? I couldn’t do that if you were naked.”
Clip 3
Erin yanks on the Hammerlock and gets rewarded with a cute squeal that turns into a gag when The Fightin’ Fox cinches up on the Guillotine Choke, “See? Keeping it above the belt’s not so fun. Now I can only choke and stretch you.” Erin walks the gagging rookie around the perimeter of the ring, making sure Hazeema’s ass can be seen by every camera and every section of the stadium.
SILK SCARF
youtu.be/P54oaU6q8To?t=124
“Guff! Graph!”
Erin peppers Hazeema’s gut with the odd knees they promenade. The junior Canuck groans with each belly bust. “Anytime you want to pack it in, go ahead. I promise not to strip you this time- ahh look at you, nice ring sense!”
McMurray sank to a knee, worsening the choke and ramping the Hammerlock to stretch a leg and hook an ankle over the bottom rope. Erin lets the overwhelmed newbie puddle to the canvas without the ref needing to start a count. As a coughing Hazeema rubs her sore neck and slowly works her shoulder back into its proper place, Erin stands at the center of the ring with her hands on her knees with a contented grin on her face, nibbling her lower lip the tiniest bit and happily wiggling her hips side to side like a cat waving its tail as she waits for her prey to get back up.
‘Come on, Haz! Get your head in the game! Unwrapping your juggs in front of thousands is only fun if you fight back at least a little bit.”
Hazeema fights through a coughing fit and snarls for perhaps the first time in her entire life and labours to her feet, “Cough! Cough! I’m warning you, you damn degen! If you keep that attitude up I’ll march you buck ass naked through this crowd!”
Erin winks and gives Hazeema a salacious look, cupping her bosom and jiggling them to catcalls and whistles from the audience, “If I knew I’d awaken something in you I’d have had our next match somewhere private, like a motel room.”
Hazeema’s had it! This handsy harlot needs a beatdown! "I going to beat you worse than The Leafs get at the Play-Offs!" The ornery DM&M charges at The Fightin' Fox, ready to turn Erin's beautiful face black and blue.
"RaaaahhAaiiee!!!"
It was like falling off a cliff into a torture device. Hazeema found herself tripped onto her side, tied up, and arranged in a vicious mockery of the walking signal. Erin pushes at Hazeema’s right heel as her legs entwine with the manager’s left leg in a Heel Hook and stretch it back, stretching the curvy Canuck lower limbs nearly 180 degrees.
LEG SPREADER
youtu.be/Xug9Ze1Toy0?t=443
Erin straightens out to make themselves a taut bow of pain and nudges McMurray’s knee in all manner of directions in the Heel Hook, making the farm girl shriek, squeal and claw at the mat.
Erin tests the integrity of Hazeema's hamstrings, and speaks over the rookie's caterwauling, "I bet you preferred what was I doing to you below the waist last match when compared to this, am I right? How about I switch from Strong Style to bedroom style?"
Hazeema grits her teeth and forces down another scream, "You're never getting in my trunks again, and I can take anything you dish out and serve it back to youUuUAAA!!!!"
Erin puts Hazeema into a perfect split and torques her near snapping, holding the pressure for a good six seconds before relenting. Vibrating with pain, tears run down Hazeema's eyes as she runs her hands through her hair. Erin quirks an eyebrow; she's impressed! Most women would have tapped by now.
“Alright, sweetie. Challenge accepted.”
Clip 4
“AAAAH!! AAIEE!! AIE!!”
“How bout now, huh! Wanna give it up!?”
Erin tugs on Hazeema’s arms and knees, thrusting Hazeema’s crotch higher into the air as her thigh muscles turn into balls of fire. Erin pumped the Banna Spread a few times before motioning with her eyes for the ref to come over. For half the match now, The Fightin’ Fox has focused the totality of her wrestling on contorting Hazeema’s legs every which way, and if the submission left the Coalitionite in a less than dignified state? Well, that’s just gravy on some delicious poutine!
WISHBONED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5znAWC7MLso
Hazeema is raining sweat like she’s trying to slip from Price’s grip, near delirious with pain. Even still, she refuses to give the veteran the satisfaction of hearing her submit. With eyes unfocused, Hazeema croaks out a weak and quavering, “Nooo….”
Erin lets out a small huff of frustration; stretching this chick out is fun, but this is starting to get insulting, “Okay, you want the big guns? You got it.”
Erin releases her holds and lets Hazzema roll off The Fox onto the mat. She lands her forehead, belly, and shins flat on the ground, the subtle bounce of canvas putting a jiggle through her phat ass that the camera zooms in on as it catches McMurray inadvertently bowing to Erin Price. The Penthouse legend stands up, flicks her bottoms back into their proper place and pulls the putty-like Pakistani-Canadian up into a snug Headscissors.
Erin takes McMurray's arms in a Double Underhook and starts rolling her hips to whistles and catcalls from the FAWNatics. Hazeema's an unwitting prop in this spicy show; her neck is cranked back and forth as her head is forced to follow Price's rhythm. And the camera zooms in even closer on the battered and bent-over beauty's derriere during their taunting dance.
Erin calls out to the titillated masses, "Alright folks! This won't end with a bang but if you listen close, you'll hear a whimper!"
On that ominous note; The Fightin' Fox drops onto her toned tush and leans back far enough so Hazeema's legs sway against her body, then Erin closes her own legs around them and the Dungeon Master’s head in a tight wrap. They topple onto their sides and Erin's stems flex into sharp definition as she puts the SQUEEZE on Hazeema, now trapped in the hot, moist Gordian Knot of their bodies. The DM's own thighs mashing into her face as she's compressed into a tighter fold.
FOXTRAP
youtu.be/2e024_swyiw?t=1310
Erin indeed gets many a whimper from Hazeema and a few muffled moans, but not the verbal submission she desired. Erin puts her all into one last constriction, roaring with the effort needed to crush the spirit from Hazeema’s body, ”MMPHRrraaa!!” The Letterkenny Lass’s boots kick fitfully as her prison turns airtight!.... and then goes slack. The ref taps on McMurray’s leg looking for a response, a little too high on the thigh by professional standards. And after getting no answer he makes the call to mercifully end it.
DINGDINGDING!!
“Your winner by KnockOut…. The Figthin’ Fox, Erin Price!!”
Erin keeps the squeeze on McMurray throughout the ringing of the bell and the announcement of her victory. Alternating constrictions at each chime and syllable, with a sustained flex stronger than all the ones before it while the announcer says her name. Erin finally releases McMurray from The Fox Trap with a big sigh of satisfaction and stands up to bask in her moment. The defeated Dungeon Master stays curled up on the canvas as Erin takes center ring. Hazeema looks like she's either having a nightmare or resting in bed after a traumatic day, maybe both.
Erin gets her hand raised and quickly breaks away to have fun with her spoils. Hazeema's just beginning to come out of shock when Erin gently nudges the defeated Dungeon Master onto her back and swiftly settles into a Reverse Facesit. Hazeema's awake enough to protest but too weak to do anything about it; her only resistance is muttering protests into Price’s grinding undercarriage as her legs are corralled under The Fox’s armpits.
Erin is all smiles as she cracks her knuckles and stares at the bronze rump before her eyes that’s about to be roasted, “I promised I’d play nice and wouldn’t strip you, but you gotta pay the price for losing. Oh my God! How have I not used that for a T-shirt?” Erin raises her hands into the air and waggles her fingers to tease the crowd, gives Hazeema’s features a deep swipe and purrs, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”
Erin calls out to the Orlando audience, “Count ‘em down!” and SLAPS her palms onto Hazeema’s glutes, sending them a jiggle. The fans keep track of each echoing spank a split second after they see the ripple in McMurray’s cheek meat.
CRACK! ONE!!!
CRACK! TWO!!!
CRACK! THREE!!!
CRACK! FOUR!!!
CRACK! FIVE!!!
On the fifth shot, Erin digs her fingers into McMurray’s backside and jostles her cheeks before letting up and letting the farm girl’s stems unfurl and fall limply to the mat. She scoots backward off Hazeema’s sweaty, red face and goes nose to nose in a north/south position while palming the manager’s heaving chest.
“Thanks for the fight. Call me for a rematch anytime.”
Erin presses her lips to Hazeema’s forehead and gives her a long, loud smooch while giving the defeated DM’s gurls a thorough groping.
“....mmmmmmmmMWAH!” Erin breaks her kiss with a pop! Leaving a perfect lipstick print dead center of Hazeema’s head. She pats the now unconscious girl on the cheek, “A reminder to keep your head in the game.”
Erin Price- 1 Hazeema McMurray- 1