Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 7, 2024 13:39:04 GMT
MARY SINCLAIR VS. ANDROMEDA
MARY SINCLAIR
ANDROMEDA
…Mary Sinclair was clearly in the best shape of her career.
Unfortunately, so was Andromeda, the arms of the Caramel Killer wrapped tight about the waist of the Mighty Mite, wringing free from her petite frame the last of her stamina. She did so with vigorous short, sharp constrictions, rapidly pulsing her biceps as they stood in the middle of the ring, rewarded by her new Rivals meek moans each and every time she increased the pressure.
No longer fleet of foot, Mary wilted in her adversaries embrace, her own arms hanging limp at her sides as she was jostled and squeezed, capitulating by degrees as she groaned softly.
“Still think you can hang with me, huh?” Andromeda demanded with a great deal of sass, tightening her Bearhug just a little more for added emphasis.
In reply, Mary’s slim shoulders jolted before she slumped flaccid, the low groan that accompanied the pained spasm the bluenette’s only answer.
Andromeda then turned her attention to the FAWNatics, her tone incredulous as she called out, “You still think she can hang with me?”
The crowds answer a long chorus of boos.
“AIN’T NO SINCLAIR THAT CAN HANG WITH ME!!!” she swore, vigorously shaking the near lifeless frame of the Petite Princess out, not liking their answer, not liking the disrespect, her bravado perhaps masking the quivering of her own biceps.
She couldn’t maintain the Bearhug for much longer, her own fatigued muscles burning, but it was so very hard to let go when she could feel her adversary fading, yielding to her greater power…
…but let go she did, Mary refusing to vocalise her surrender, and she took the shuddering young woman by the wrist and, with a sharp tug, sent her dashing across the ring by way of Irish Whip.
Moving at an unwilling sprint, the Li’lest of the Sinclair’s lacked the ring awareness to even turn herself about as she connected with the ring ropes, gasping as she collided with the rubber coated steel across her petite bosom before they rebounded her into reverse.
She returned to sender and Andromeda CLUBBED her stiffly across the back of her shoulders, Mary wincing from the solid forearm as, again, she was sent stumbling forwards. For a second time, she connected with the rubber coated steel across her torso and, for a second time she was pinballed into reverse.
As soon as her adversary arrived back at centre ring, Andromeda was ready, tucking in tight to Mary’s frame and wrapping her arms about her trim tummy. She threw herself backwards, ripping Sinclair off her feet and bodily hurling her into the air with a Release German Suplex…
…only to discover that Mary herself had, at last moment, added a little extra emphasis, thrusting herself off the deck in time with her opponent’s hurl to grant her spritely frame just a little more velocity. She did indeed go up and over but, instead of being planted down across her shoulders, the Freckled Fury flipped the entire way, landing deftly on her feet!!
The FAWNatics erupted as Andromeda, wide eyed with (later denied) panic, scrambled back up to her feet, reaching boot leather just in time to meet the charging Mary head on.
She could not, however, match Sinclair’s sudden burst of pace and she was caught flat footed as the Bluenette leapt into the air and spun herself about her opponent’s upper body like a spider monkey, quickly strapping herself horizontally across Andromeda’s back and wrapping up her arms to…
…be stopped dead, the Caramel Killer clenching her teeth as she exercised every ounce of power that she could summon, muscling her way free of the attempted crucifix slam and instead powered the now wide-eyed Mary to lay up and across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She didn’t give Sinclair the chance to escape, instead shrugging her free and dropping down sharply to one knee, damn near snapping the small of her rival’s back across the rigid plank of her posted thigh!!
FIREMAN’S CARRY BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZZUh9_jcTA
Mary jolted free with a hollow grunt and flopped out across the canvas, her right leg twitching before she was rolled over onto her back.
Andromeda, her heart still beating rapidly from being nearly upstaged, hooked both of her adversary’s limp stems and rolled her up into a tight ball, thrusting her firm booty straight up towards the rafters as her shoulders were planted for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called for the bell, much to the crowd’s disappointment.
Andromeda was the opposite, shoving her foes legs aside before powering up to vertical, making an exaggerated show of dusting her hands off as she grinding her boot on Mary’s softly stirring torso, planting her first flag of the year.
“You see this?” she called out to the FAWNatics, sass back in full force as she spread her arms out wide.
“My Bytch now!” Andromeda insisted, grinding the heel of her boot to elicit a deflated groan from her flattened foe.
“MY BYTCH!”
MARY SINCLAIR
ANDROMEDA
…Mary Sinclair was clearly in the best shape of her career.
Unfortunately, so was Andromeda, the arms of the Caramel Killer wrapped tight about the waist of the Mighty Mite, wringing free from her petite frame the last of her stamina. She did so with vigorous short, sharp constrictions, rapidly pulsing her biceps as they stood in the middle of the ring, rewarded by her new Rivals meek moans each and every time she increased the pressure.
No longer fleet of foot, Mary wilted in her adversaries embrace, her own arms hanging limp at her sides as she was jostled and squeezed, capitulating by degrees as she groaned softly.
“Still think you can hang with me, huh?” Andromeda demanded with a great deal of sass, tightening her Bearhug just a little more for added emphasis.
In reply, Mary’s slim shoulders jolted before she slumped flaccid, the low groan that accompanied the pained spasm the bluenette’s only answer.
Andromeda then turned her attention to the FAWNatics, her tone incredulous as she called out, “You still think she can hang with me?”
The crowds answer a long chorus of boos.
“AIN’T NO SINCLAIR THAT CAN HANG WITH ME!!!” she swore, vigorously shaking the near lifeless frame of the Petite Princess out, not liking their answer, not liking the disrespect, her bravado perhaps masking the quivering of her own biceps.
She couldn’t maintain the Bearhug for much longer, her own fatigued muscles burning, but it was so very hard to let go when she could feel her adversary fading, yielding to her greater power…
…but let go she did, Mary refusing to vocalise her surrender, and she took the shuddering young woman by the wrist and, with a sharp tug, sent her dashing across the ring by way of Irish Whip.
Moving at an unwilling sprint, the Li’lest of the Sinclair’s lacked the ring awareness to even turn herself about as she connected with the ring ropes, gasping as she collided with the rubber coated steel across her petite bosom before they rebounded her into reverse.
She returned to sender and Andromeda CLUBBED her stiffly across the back of her shoulders, Mary wincing from the solid forearm as, again, she was sent stumbling forwards. For a second time, she connected with the rubber coated steel across her torso and, for a second time she was pinballed into reverse.
As soon as her adversary arrived back at centre ring, Andromeda was ready, tucking in tight to Mary’s frame and wrapping her arms about her trim tummy. She threw herself backwards, ripping Sinclair off her feet and bodily hurling her into the air with a Release German Suplex…
…only to discover that Mary herself had, at last moment, added a little extra emphasis, thrusting herself off the deck in time with her opponent’s hurl to grant her spritely frame just a little more velocity. She did indeed go up and over but, instead of being planted down across her shoulders, the Freckled Fury flipped the entire way, landing deftly on her feet!!
The FAWNatics erupted as Andromeda, wide eyed with (later denied) panic, scrambled back up to her feet, reaching boot leather just in time to meet the charging Mary head on.
She could not, however, match Sinclair’s sudden burst of pace and she was caught flat footed as the Bluenette leapt into the air and spun herself about her opponent’s upper body like a spider monkey, quickly strapping herself horizontally across Andromeda’s back and wrapping up her arms to…
…be stopped dead, the Caramel Killer clenching her teeth as she exercised every ounce of power that she could summon, muscling her way free of the attempted crucifix slam and instead powered the now wide-eyed Mary to lay up and across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She didn’t give Sinclair the chance to escape, instead shrugging her free and dropping down sharply to one knee, damn near snapping the small of her rival’s back across the rigid plank of her posted thigh!!
FIREMAN’S CARRY BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZZUh9_jcTA
Mary jolted free with a hollow grunt and flopped out across the canvas, her right leg twitching before she was rolled over onto her back.
Andromeda, her heart still beating rapidly from being nearly upstaged, hooked both of her adversary’s limp stems and rolled her up into a tight ball, thrusting her firm booty straight up towards the rafters as her shoulders were planted for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called for the bell, much to the crowd’s disappointment.
Andromeda was the opposite, shoving her foes legs aside before powering up to vertical, making an exaggerated show of dusting her hands off as she grinding her boot on Mary’s softly stirring torso, planting her first flag of the year.
“You see this?” she called out to the FAWNatics, sass back in full force as she spread her arms out wide.
“My Bytch now!” Andromeda insisted, grinding the heel of her boot to elicit a deflated groan from her flattened foe.
“MY BYTCH!”