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NWWL - Tika's Debut
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IQWCS: Looking into the dresser mirror, I pull my short, white silk robe tightly around my waist, and arrange the lapel to show a little more than little of my cleavage. Then I primp my black hair, carefully blown to frame my typically Javanese face and shoulders. I want to look amazing for my debut in the NWWL. Under the robe, I am bare. And in my heart, I am tremulous. I am no stranger to erotic wrestling - indeed, I remain as the Indonesian champion - but this federation is somehow different from all the others I have fought in. For one, they fight naked from the get go. Hence, looks matter. I think. And I am conscious that I was never a 10 by any standard, and less so these days; worse, that I will be compared to these 20 something Western women with their firm, youthful bodies and fresh, taut skin. I've watched first hand how they fight in this fed, and these girls hold nothing back in terms of sexual content. Explicit doesn't even begin to describe it. Depraved, that's the word. I gulp and take a deep breath. I will prove myself today. I know I am equal to the challenge. I am Tika, a Javanese warrior. I will prove my worth.
A knock on my door and a faint voice from beyond tells me that I my time has come. I clear my throat and make last second adjustments before I turn to exit my dressing room. Walking down a dimly lit passage, I hear the muffled noise of the arena grow louder, and then the music stops blaring and the decible count drops dramatically. I keep walking. And emerge from the entrance to a multitude of lights from all angles. A set of spotlights are trained on me. A gamelan-rock fusion music starts playing. I stop and stand, looking startled. Then some one in the crowd cheers, and this brings a smile to my face. I raise a hand to wave and begin to walk briskly towards the ring, high-fiving a few outstretched hands. A quick hop onto the apron and I slip between the ropes. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," the announcer's voice booms. "OUR FIRST CONTESTANT, STANDING 5'3 WEIGHING 115LBS WITH 34C CUPS, HAILING FROM THE ISLAND OF BALI IN INDONESIAN, SHE IS THE INDONESIAN EROTIC WRESTLING CHAMPION, SHE IS THE INDONESIAN TIGRESS... SHE... IS... TIIIIIKAAAAA!!!" I flash my 1,000 watt smile and wave all around. The crowd replies with a few more cheers and some polite but encouraging applause.
Janessa_West: All I have on are my light blue thigh-high boots, raven hair sweeping loosely around my pale, freckled shoulders as I step into gorilla - that's the foyer from backstage to studio - right after the entrance curtain swooshes shut behind ya. A cameraman swoops in, red light already on as he films. Takin a deep breath, squaring my shoulders back, pulling my perky boobs tight against my ribs, my blue-gray eyes watch your entrance on the monitors. My heart flutters a little - up til now most of my limited erotic pro experience has been in backyards, strip clubs, anywhere some shady types could set up a ring and make some quick money advertising "naked girls wrestling". There, the "camera crews" were the owner/promoter's fat, neckbearded, cousin's friend's roommates, "filming" on their iPhones. In stark contrast, surrounding me now were monitors, professional cameras and operators with normal human height-to-weight ratios, and not a single neckbeard to be seen anywhere! Someone comments "Bali? Isn't that a casino in Vegas?"
"That's Ballys." Slipping my alto into a factual-but-upbeat tone like a YouTube short explaining physics for dummies, I "lock in" on the Professa persona. "Bally's is the casino in Vegas, owned and operated by Caesar's Entertainment. Bali is an island province - like a state - of Indonesia, east of Java. Mmm, java. I could really go for a mocha right now." The crew looks at me, then each other, then back at me. "Say something else sma-" the cameraman encourages, but gets cut off by "Hey, you're up!" from the guy at the curtain. Not having had to worry about a gimmick or entrance before, I really wasn't ready, so when they asked what to cue up for my entrance music - my heart dropped, mind raced. Pick - SOMETHING! "Flo-Rida/Pitbull 'Here it is'!" One of my fave songs and inspirations, a second - then two - of expectation-filled silence floats thru the studio. Then the music hits, "If you're waiting for the moment, here it is!" on "is" I blast through the curtain, arms up, legs wide, shaved slit on display as a spotlight snaps on me. Energy and enthusiasm fills the studio, vibin off my positivity, as I walk down the aisle toward the ring.
While I'm slappin hands, my blue-gray eyes are focused on the ring, and you, analyzing silently: Shorter, but a little thicker, maybe lighter but not by much. Lower center of gravity means she'll throw me around more easily, while throwing her around will be harder for me. Calculations run through my head: how hard you hit, how far you reach with punches & kicks; is the bubbly happy entrance genuine? Or are ya faking niceness to lure me in then catch me with cheap shots? All of those weigh in my head within the 20 or so seconds it takes for me to reach the ring and hop up on the apron. Hooking my leg over the middle rope, I turn to face the crowd, and give them a flirty smile.
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Then slip my leg into the ring and drop to my knees, lookin back over my shoulder, teasin them with my pale, toned tush.
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- before popping up to my feet, bent forward while still making meaningful eye contact with the crowd, in a slow, sweeping gaze.
Janessa_West: 
Sarah - NWWL's premier ref, gives it a moment til I swing my gaze around her way. "Are you ready?" she asks. My eyes are focused across the ring at you, now, but Sarah gets a firm NOD from me that yus, I'm ready.
IQWCS: I watch slack-jawed my opponent enter the arena without so much as a thread to cover her nudity. Her energy and enthusiam are overwhelming, and she brings the crowd unequivocally to her side, dancing to her tune. And does she play it so well, every move - every step, every wave of the arms, every turn of the hips, every contraction of the facial muscles, every sweep of the gaze - every one is well practised and measured to please the crowd. 'She definately scores full marks for showomanship, I'll give her that,' I think to myself, tightening my jaw and putting on a strong face, trying to look unfazed as I remove my robe and hand it to an attendant outside. I flick my hair back and try to show off my golden brown body with a carefully trimmed landing strip pointing provocatively downwards towards my dark pubis. To my chagrin, the crowd almost completely ignore me, entranced as they are but your tantalizing performance.
IQWCS: 
The ref turns to me. "Ready?" I nod in the affirmative. "FIGHT!" she pronounces, and a ring of the announcer's bell signals the start of the match. *DING! DING! DING!" I push off from my corner and adopt a slight crouch, my hands up defensively in front of me, my knees bent and ready to spring back. I start to move sideways like a tigress prowling, my eyes locked on you, looking for an opening.
Janessa_West: Don't think I missed the flash of annoyance - jealousy? Maybe a bit of a mix - across ya face. Ya lock in - literally - with ya jaw tightening, hands up, and ready to go. Sarah asks if ya ready and just gets a businesslike nod back. The bell rings and we're off! You are, anyway, starting to circle and stalk and prowl. I'm not gonna go that way. Nuh. Instead, I stand up straight, left hand relaxed at my side, right hand thrust out as I lean in for a handshake. Good sportswomanship, right? Offer to shake hands, may the best girl win, all that good stuff, cause yus! The crowd cheers, eating it up, wondering if you'll take the handshake or use it for a sneaky opening - that's always a possibility too!
IQWCS: You extend a hand - a gesture that strikes a chord within me, one that I rarely see in the ring between women who stake their bodies and pride in explicit combat, and one that compels me to reciprocate. I take a step forward and extend a hand to quickly touch fingertips.
Janessa_West: Our fingertips touch. A brief sizzle of static electricity snaps between them. My blue eyes meeting ya dark ones as a lil smile comes to my pale lips. "May the best girl win!" Hand sliding into yours, palms pressin together, fingers touchin ya wrist. Now's the moment of truth - will ya give it a shake, or give me a yank?
IQWCS: Your right hand slides and press into mine, reaching for my wrist - exceeding the touch of fingertips I had intended. Sensing danger, I snap into action. "Oh no you don't!" I hiss, pulling back on your wrist to make you step forward and present your side to me, and allow me to swing a Converse clad foot aimed at the back of your knee. "I'm not falling for cheap tricks!" I hiss as I react to your perceived deceit, looking to chop you down to your knees.
Janessa_West: What WAS a firm, deep handshake attempt ends up with ya grabbing my hand and yankin me in at an angle, so ya can swing ya hot pink Converse into the back of my boot-covered knee! BAM! ya drive it down to the mat, gettin a surprised squeal from my lips. The crowd reads it right: I was goin for a handshake and ya twisted it into an opportunity to attack, raining boos down on ya as ya keep ya weight on the back of my knee, givin ya control of my right arm & leg. Huffin in frustration as there's not much I can do here except take whatever's comin next and watch for a window to smack ya back a bit!
IQWCS: I'm taken aback by the reaction of the crowd, booing me for seemingly doing nothing more than chopping down their favoured wrestler. "Whaaat??!" I yell at them, bemused, before it dawns on me that they think I was fighting dirty. "No! She was the one who wanted to sneak attack me!" I yell in protest, looking around plaintively as I hold your arm extended by the wrist. They don't seem to agree with me and keep booing, pissing me right off, to put it crudely. I look down at your kneeling figure before me, your black hair falling down your back, halfway down to your beautifully formed buttocks, and contrasting so well with your pale and lightly freckled skin. "You did try to sneak attack me, didn't you, bitch" I snarl, and raise my foot to stamp the sole down onto your shoulder as I keep the arm extended outwards.
Janessa_West: "NUH I DIDN'T YA FKN PSYCHO!" Ya lift your Converse off the back of my knee, it's going up - up - up and I am NOT waitin around to see where ya decide to put it! Soon as ya weight is off my leg, I'm tucking forward, rolling out of the way even though it twists my arm up a lil more! Ya pink sneaker slams into the canvas behind my shoulder's new position - and it doesn't stay there long as I spin on my back, unwinding my arm and lookin to plant the soles of my thigh-high boots into ya midsection and mule-kick ya off ya feet - and me!
IQWCS: My Converse stamp the floor and I look on in astonished frustration as you roll forward to avoid what would have been a very painful blow. And I watch with astonished alarm as you reverse the roll and stamp the soles of your thick boots into my gut. "OOOUUURRGGHHH!!" I grunt, falling to my back and rolling over my shoulder to land seated on my butt with my legs apart and my back and hands on the ropes. The crowd whoop for you while I wince and gasp from the blow.
Janessa_West: My boots send ya flying, thumpin to the mat with a cheer from the crowd. Ya land flat on ya cakes, leanin on the bottom rope, my blue eyes watchin as ya take a sec and rethink ya life decisions. I roll back on my shoulders, tuck my long legs in, & shoot them out, hands pushin off the canvas as I do a kip-up back to my feet, showin off some uncharacteristic agility for a "bigger" girl. Movin back toward my corner, rollin my right shoulder and arm around to work out the kinks ya put there, and shakin my right leg for the same reason. I'm almost all the way across the ring from ya as we take a sec and re-assess each other after that first furious exchange!
IQWCS: Seeing you roll back and withdraw to the other side of the ring, I reach up and grip the top ropes, flexing my biceps to lift my butt off the canvas and get my feet under me. My eyes track you across the ring as I rub the part of my tummy that was struck by your wrestling boobs. "Bitch," I mutter under my breath, stung by your counter and the approval of the crowd. I begin to move along the ropes, at a faster pace now, looking to close the circle and lock up with you.
Janessa_West: Ya get up and move along the ropes, circling in. Steppin out of the corner myself I circle round opposite ya, both of us angling in until our fingers are almost touchin again. This time ya lunge in, our arms goin up to a classic collar & elbow tie-up. Diggin the toes of my boots in as I press against ya and bear down, tryin to keep ya from usin that lower center of gravity to back me up. Instead, I try to twist and slip my arms inside your left one, wanting to twist it round and lock it out with a standing wristlock!
IQWCS: "Aiiieeeeehhh!" I yelp, when you twist my arm and bend my wrist after deftly slipping past my collar and elbow tie-up. I hiss and slap my shoulder as I bend forward to relieve some of the sharp pain that travels the length of my arm. "Shit!" I hiss under my breath, wincing under the hair that falls over my face. You heap on the pressure, jerking my arm to tighten the twist and compress the wrist join. "Awww shit!" I hiss again, bent almost double holding my shoulder and stamping my foot to take my mind of the pain. "You bitch... I'll get you," I hiss under my breath, before pivoting on one foot to try and swing a kick back at your side.
Janessa_West: It was more "slip inside" than "slip past", but the result is ya arm is wrenched and twisted and locked straight out to the side with ya wrist cranked and fingers pointin to the sky - or overhead lights in this case. The crowd's cheering, on my side as ya struggle for a sec, stampin ya foot and slappin ya shoulder. Then there's that weight shift, and thankfully it registers before ya launch that sneaker! Bringin my leg up and elbows down, changin the angle to put ya up more on the tips of ya toes AND block, or at least ablate, that kick!
IQWCS: "AAAAIIIEEEHHH!!! SHIT!!!" I howl in terrific pain when you change the angle, effectively killing my attempted counterstrike, forcing me to stand on the tips of my toes. I slap my shoulder once again to forget the pain, but I can no longer stamp my foot! And I can't stand any higher to relieve the pressure! With little other option, I turn my back to you to unwind my forearm and start to move forward away from you to bring my elbow up to my back. I'm hoping to pull you forward with me so that I can bounce off the ropes and strike back with an elbow over your shoulder.
Janessa_West: I want ya heading to the ropes, so when ya twist ya body and get ya arm up behind ya into a hammerlock, I'm happy to hang on tight and help ya toward the ropes. What I'm not expecting is the sudden rush forward to bounce back into me, or ya elbow swingin around! WHACK! it catches me in the jaw, sending my head spinnin, and I immediately let go of ya arm as I back WAY up, hands comin to my jaw to make sure it's still attached to the rest of my face! I'm a lil wobbly as I back up into the corner, cool turnbuckle leather on my back and pale cakes.
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IQWCS: I lean against the ropes and take a little breather, clutching my sore arm with the wrist especially hurting. I am a little worse for wear now and probably have come off worse than you in this opening sequence. "Let's do something about that, bitch!" I mutter under my breath, moving along the ropes towards you, approaching at an angle to give you the option of running away. But if you're too stunned from the blow, I'll snatch at the opportunity to grab that wrist and swing a kick across your exposed midsection.
Janessa_West: Ya come in obliquely, not having seen ya before it's hard to tell if ya trying to "herd" me that way into a trap. Either way, my jaw hurts and ya rocked me unexpectedly, but I'm not as "out" as ya probably assuming. I have a defined jaw, but it's not that delicate! I let ya come in, keepin my blue eyes wide & broadly-focused, breath catching a lil as ya grab my wrist and unleash ya plan! Ya pull hard, swingin that leg up! On my end, abs tense. Free arm swings off the ropes to CATCH ya leg between my strong abs and arm, and I twirl my wrist around to loosen ya grip to grab the inside of ya own arm. "My turn!" Wrenching my body as I try to spin ya by ya leg and arm and switch spots, lookin to sling ya into the turnbuckles I was just occupying!
IQWCS: "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I yelp and hop frantically, tits bouncing freely, trying to keep on my standing foot while you swing me around by my kicking leg. "Aaaarrghhh!" I cry out as my back hits the turnbuckles. I manage to yank my arm free and grab the top ropes to either side, but my leg is still lifted high within your grasp, exposing my sex dangerously. My eyes dart to your, trying to see if they light up... "No! No! Pleae don't!" I say a silent prayer that you don't see the opportunity before you to inflict cruelty on my womanhood.
Janessa_West: We spin around like a pair of dancers, ya back whackin into the turnbuckles as ya cry out and beg. I still have ya leg trapped, keepin ya from doin much fighting back, thankfully. Ya beg as our eyes meet, and mine slide down to the curves of ya breasts, not even makin it to ya slit. There's another plan in play as I let ya leg go, then storm in, firing my right forearm straight in, lookin to smash ya light brown nips flat against ya ribs and smoosh ya globes in between!
IQWCS: A sense of relief falls over me when you let go of my leg, but before I can even exhale your forearm chops across my chest. "OOOUUURRGHHH!!" I let out a guttural cry as my 34C's are pancaked against my ribcage. An explosion of pain rips thru my mammaries, making me howl in agony before I slump against the turnbuckles, barely hanging onto the ropes, feet slipping on the canvas.
Janessa_West: The fleshy smack echoes thru the studio, the crowd whoopin as ya deep mocha globes get flattened by my freckled forearm. Ya immediately start to sag, hangin on the top ropes, hot pink shoes slidin on the canvas. Ya might be faking, but somethin tells me ya not, that hit to the tits really took it outta ya! Thinkin it's time for some pleasure to go with the pain, I drop to my knees, arms draped over ya thighs, makin a sharp contrast of ya deep brown and my pallor. Holdin on to ya legs to prevent a scissor, I jam my face in ya slit, goin for a diff type of attack as my tongue slips out and dives between ya lips, pushin inside ya entrance! That gets some roaring cheers from the crowd - gettin what they paid for this early in the match!
IQWCS: Before I even get over the tremendous explosion of pain in my chest, I suddenly feel a wet appendage go over my exposed slit. I gasp, a sharp intake of breath as my body automatically reacts to this unexpected touch to my most sensitive part. I look down and find your head between my legs and it takes me a second to process the image. "Shit! No! Not now!" I gasp, realizing how you want to take advantage of my weakened state. I try to draw back, hooking my arms over the top ropes to haul myself up. My feet scramble for purchase, and step on the bottom ropes to either side, desperate to withdraw from you. "No! Get away! Get your mouth off my crotch!" I yell shrilly.
Janessa_West: The tongue in ya tunnel gets ya attention! Comin back to life fast, ya grip the ropes and start climbing. That's ok, we can work with this too! Slippin my arms off the front of ya thighs, then between em, scoopin up the back sides of ya knees and thighs and pullin em over my shoulders, yus, "giving" ya a headscissor, but stuffin my tongue RIGHT back up ya tunnel to keep ya from capitalizing on that! Nuh, instead, I'm standin up & tryin to pull ya off the ropes and outta the corner! If it all comes together, you'll be sittin on my shoulders, gettin eaten out, all set up for a powerbomb!
IQWCS: That tongue work! Oh my gaaaawd! Where did this pretty young thing learn to do this??! This is too much! I'm going limp from my pelvis down. I want to clamp my thighs around your head - you already set them up over your shoulders - but my legs are not responding. Instead, the muscles are relaxing. Shit! I let out a moan, hanging on to the ropes while your tongue flicks inside my dilating and rapidly moistening tunnel. I feel my hips being lifted as you stand up, and my arms are resisting the pull but very soon my fingers slip off the ropes and my shoulders drop to the canvas, "Uuughhh!!" I find myself held upside down... I grab the back of your ankles and pull on them, to try and drop you to your back and mount your face.
Janessa_West: I'm diggin deep in ya tunnel, tongue swirlin & soakin up the juices as it gets steamy & moist in there! I'm so focused on makin tongue magic in ya, and ya resisting & hangin on to the ropes, my thighs tensin as I tug and pull on ya! Finally ya fingers slip free, but then ya lean back & down into piledriver position, or even a Styles Clash type set-up if I wanted! Then ya do it to yaself, slidin ya arms behind my ankles - if ya wanna get finished this early in things then K, wish granted! Just as fast, tho, ya yank on the backs of my ankles, kickin ya hips to topple me over backward -- the "whoooooaaaaaa!" from my lips vibrating ya tunnel as I go over backward and BLAM! My tongue gets driven deep, a big huff of air gets blown inside ya too as I land hard on my back with you on top of me! Light blue thigh-high boots straight up in the air as I'm blinkin up at the lights and ya dark figure as ya start sitting up!
IQWCS: My strategem seems to be working for a short minute - I bring you down to your back and kind of slingshot myself to sitting position on your face. But my mouth opens into big O as do my eyes, and a sense of astonishment falls over me when I feel your tongue drive deep inside me, making me draw a sharp inhale of air and whine, "AAAAAOOOOHHHH...hhhnnnnnnhhh!" I quickly recover my composure to fold back my extended legs under me. I look down to see your grey eyes peering up from between my thighs. "You want to eat my pussy, do you, bitch?" I snarl "Well, now you can get your mouth full and suffocate on my snatch!" I start rocking my hips to get a good seal over your mouth and nose, while my arms are poised to catch your legs as I expect you to throw them up at me.
Janessa_West: I DO wanna eat pussy, and my tongue gets back to work in ya tunnel, swirling deep inside ya moistening folds. Ya start rocking and grinding on my face, so apparently as long as ya in control, the eating doesn't bother ya as much! Thinkin fast to reverse it back, I tighten my lower abs & swing my long, pale legs up to grab ya shoulders, wantin to drag ya backward and down - but ya ready for that as ya catch my legs & lean in, tuckin my knees under ya armpits as ya use ya weight to fold me up!!! "Nnnnnnhhhh!" it's not a panicked squeal, not yet, but realizin I'm in a bad spot as Sarah drops in to check my freckled shoulders.
"ONE!" she bangs, my pale cakes & shaved slit squirmin as I try to get ya back and down, or at least unseat ya off my face! Kickin my tongue into high gear, it's flashin around ya insides, buzzin like a blender as I try to push ya into the pleasure zone and get ya too distracted to hold the pin securely!!!
IQWCS: I'm not stranger to riding cock to victory but your tongue - while lacking the depth and girth of penetration - can swirl inside me and touch my insides in a way to cock can! I start sweating profusely and have to shake my head vigorously to keep my focus. Looking down at your face, freckled face between my brown thighs and black landing strip, I keep on grinding my snatch over your mouth and nose, smothering them with my flaps, smearing them with my lady juices. "I can outlast you, Jessa! You'll suffocate before I cum!" I hiss, my voice cracking and my breathing ragged, pushing down your calves to fold you double."
"TWO!" the ref slaps her hand on the canvas.
Janessa_West: Your meaty lips cover my mouth, the tip of my nose teasing your clit as ya grind yaself down on my freckled face! Ya grab my calves through my thigh high boots, the crowd booing - not just as the obvious "nicer girl" getting pinned, but the fact that the match may be over so fast! Ya hiss about outlasting me, and maybe ya can outlast Sarah's count - at least without more warming up - but ya tunnel hums as I say "outlast THIS!" into your slit. Ya have my legs cinched tight, toes of my boots above my head, pale cakes up in the air, shaved lips & pink pucker pulsing as I struggle to kick out, but ya DON'T have my arms secured well. There's enough wiggle room - literally! - for my fingers to creep between us and down ya ass crack, middle finger lookin to threaten ya own backdoor.
Ya get a quick thrust of finger aimed for ya asshole, my tongue thrustin deep into ya walls, and my thigh THRUSTIN to kick out of the pin!!! It's enough to free my legs and unseat ya enough to throw my right shoulder up, breakin the count A NANOSECOND before Sarah's hand hits the mat. "TWO COUNT!" she nods, the air pressure in the building rising as the crowd lets out a collective sigh of relief - minus my own gasp for air as ya wet lips break their seal on my face.
IQWCS: "Hhhrrhhhhh..!!" I whine, my head tilted back, shutting my eyes tightly as I attempt to endure your tongue swirling in my flooded tunnel until the ref slaps the mat for the third count. But in the last instant, I feel a finger probe into my anus which startles me and makes me yelp and sit up and pull my hands to cover my bum, "AAAIIIEEEE!!! GET OUT OF MY B...AAHHHH! UUUMMPPPFF!!!" I am tossed forward by your hip thursting up and my protest is cut short when my face plants into the canvas. "Owwhhh ffucckkk!" I groan, rolling to my back with my knees drawn up and covering my pulsating pussy. I roll again to get to my hands and knees, and pause for a bit to pat my pussy to cool it down a bit. But that finger to the backdoor was what did it - I hate to have anything up my bumhole, and I'm feeling frustrated that I missed the third count because of it. "Damn!" I hiss, thumping the canvas before crawling to the ropes to pull myself up.
Kamryn_Klein: Watching the action from the producer's booth as I bark orders into my headset to the drone pilots. Jessa and Tika both look incredible and this fight is starting off just as HAWT as I anticipated. I lean forward as I watch the monitor in front of me, my hand moving to mute my mic so no one can hear me as I whisper. "Go get her Jessa."
Janessa_West: Ya shoot off me, faceplanting on the canvas, rollin over and curlin ya legs in dramatically. That finger just touchin ya pucker was a button that launched ya like a rocket - noted! Looks like a serious weakspot from here! Regardless, it got me free of the pin, and you're curled up into a ball on your back. "Let's finish what we started!" I roll over on my front, pushin up to my fours to crawl the couple feet over to ya legs. The crowd goes nuts as my hands push on the backs of ya knees, goin to fold ya over, face buryin in ya slit as my tongue tries to slide back home in ya dewy entrance! Suckling the nectar off ya lips as I try to lock in my own pin attempt now, and maybe just maybe finish off that O we started on when ya were facesittin me!
IQWCS: I just about calm my pussy down when you roll me onto my back and fold me ass over head, holding my legs apart and fully exposing my dark snatch, glistening with sweat and drippings. You waste no time and get directly busy to reignite my engine, burying your face into my crotch and plunging your wicked tongue deep into my tunnel. "Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I pant, my chest compressed by my posture, my legs shaking as they hang splayed mid-air. The crowd is roaring for you to finish me, and the referee comes sliding up to me to check if my shoulders are flat on the canvas.
Janessa_West: Sarah's clearly annoyed at having just gotten up, but it's not MY fault she got up before us. Still, she takes a sec and huffs before dropping back down to check ya shoulders and smack the mat "ONE!" My tongue's doin a dance inside ya, slidin inside ya steamy slit, swirling as my lips suckle the sweetness right outta ya. The crowd's kinda split, some cheers, some boos, they can't seem to decide who they like more here! My dark hair swishes past my shoulders and against the outsides of ya thighs, kinda makin a lil curtain as I eat ya out - a lone drone whirrs into view, gettin shots of ya face from straight above, and mine straight ahead as my pale pink lips slurp on ya thick tufted meaty lips!
IQWCS: The drone captures my grimacing face between my parted legs, trying to hold back the surging stimulation of your expert tongue play. I hear the ref call "ONE!" And I know I have no choice but to act fast to escape the pin. My mind races to find a solution. My arms! My arms are laying uselessly at my sides and I need to use them. Now!!! Taking a deep breath, I twist my body to one side to slip my arm around your thigh and pull on it with all the strength I can muster as I attempt to spin on my back and knock you over with my leg.
Janessa_West: Ya bend to the side and grab the top of my thigh-high boot, usin it to angle yaself as ya shove with ya legs, pushin me back as ya kick out. "ONE COUNT!" Sarah says, staying on her knees just in case. I'm not giving her - or you - that opportunity though. Usin the momentum ya gave me, I tuck my long legs and roll backwards to my knees, then pushin up to my feet quickly. Steppin back and givin ya room as Sarah starts to get up too. Apparently ya know how to reverse everything I throw at ya, so I pace near my corner, blue eyes watchin you. Go ahead, bring some offense, let's see how you like it.
IQWCS: I manage to shove you away and get to my hands and knees. I crawl away from you, desperate to get to my corner and hope for some recovery time...
Janessa_West: I'm standin there, crowd mixed with cheers and boos for both of us. I'm a lil confused - ya kicked out so strongly, but then flop over onto ya front and start crawling away. Clearly ya got experience, is this a trrap? So far ya been schoolin me this whole match - yuh, likely it's a trap. Still, if it's not, maybe I can finally rip an O outta ya and start building some momentum here! Bait or not, I stride across the mats, long pale legs carryin me to close the distance fast. Pullin hair is 1000% legal in NWWL, so that's what I do, grabbin ya hair and yankin ya head around to redirect ya away from the ropes and corner ya were crawling toward. "Time to get that O," voice neutral, matter of fact, as I step around ya, boots against ya armpits, and drop to my knees to straddle ya, facing ya ass and legs. Leanin forward, I grab the backs of ya thighs to hold ya in place, and drop my head in - raven hair cascading down to form a privacy curtain that gets an "Awwwww" from the fans, but hopefully an "oohhhhh!" from ya lips as I try to jab my tongue back deep in ya soppin slit!
IQWCS: I crawl away in deep distress as your repeated attacks to my private parts take their toll. I hardly manage a few steps when my hair is pulled harshly, making me shriek, "OWWWW! LET GO! MY SCLAP! LET GOOO!!" My hands and knees shuffle erratically to follow your pull, and I watch with dismay as the ropes fall out of reach. Next thing I see you baby blue boots step over my body - facing the other way - and your bare butt dropping on my sweaty back. My elbows buckle and I end up with the side of my face and tits pressed against the canvas, while my ass is sticking up behind me. "Nnnghhhh!" I grunt under your weight. "Get off meeeaaahhhhkkkkk!!!" My protest turns to gasp when your wicked tongue returns to torment my womanhood, making my jaw drop and my eyes bulge for a second before my facial muscles tighten into a grimace. "Fuck! Get of me! Get your tongue out of me!"
Janessa_West: Ya cry about ya hair, but there's nothin mean or illegal about it in NWWL, it's just how things are here. The crowd seems to like it, and that's what really matters! Straddling ya back, I get to work, tongue up ya love tunnel, soakin up juices as ya moan & groan, beggin me to get off ya. Sarah comes in by ya head and checks ya to make sure ya not givin up. Ya want my tongue outta you? "Mmmkkk!" it vibrates up my tongue and into ya core - one of the advantages of having the 4 inch height diff is I can stay straddling ya ribs, and tug my tongue out, droppin my head just that lil extra bit lower to drag my tongue up UNDER YA CLIT HOOD! Peelin it back & exposing her soft underside as I just go for the buzzy pleasure overload! Let's see ya tank this for hours!
IQWCS: The grainy texture of your tongue running up under my clit sends shivers shooting through all my nerves, making me shriek and tremble. "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! GAAAWD! MY CLIIIIT!!!" The crowd roars when they hear those words and the sight of me tilting my head back and exposing my scrunching face. I want to roll or buck and get you off me, but your weight is soo well distributed over me and my body is refusing to acknowledge my brain's commands. I am paralyzed under you! Trembling and leaking and whining as I resolve to endure this assault for as long as I can.
Janessa_West: I really thought switching things up would work. Tongue-flick ya button & watch ya shower my neck with nectar! The crowd's gettin a lil restless - obvs they were expecting somethin similar! Ya lift ya head and give everyone - and the camera drones - an amazing view of ya pleasure-scrunched face! Ya not movin MUCH, but I know that can change any second. Tryin to keep my weight even across ya back, hands holdin ya hamstrings to keep ya legs tucked in a tight kneel, as I just ride ya back and start to use ya clit like a heavy bag and I'm trainin for an MMA fight! Pop left! Pap right! Duck under, then BLAM uppercut! hopin to land a knockout blow on ya pleasure nub!
IQWCS: "OWWHH!! OOWWHHH!! OWWWHHH!!!" I shriek time and again as you smack my unhooded clit left, right, up and down with your tongue - boxing my clit like a heavy bag! Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I'm awe-struck by your expert manipulation of your tongue, but beyond that I am a shrieking mess losing control over my mind and body. My womanhood endured repeated assaults already in this match and this renewed attack - so pin-point, so relentless - finally shatters my resistance. My shrieks turn to moans as my head drops to the canvas and my brown ass starts shaking uncontrollaby. "OWWWHHHH... OWWWWHHHH... OWWWHHHH..." I moan, my pussy pulsating, alternating between gushes and sprays of lady juices. "OWWWHHH.... OWWWHHH.... OWWWHHHH..." I continue moaning, my fingers clawing the canvas while the crowd roars with delight
Kamryn_Klein: "Get her Jessa!" I shout as I clap my hands and then look around the producer's booth as I see the looks from the interns and production crew. I shrug and smile. "What?" They all turn their eyes back to the monitors realizing they don't want to anger one of their bosses and I go back to watching Jessa take the fight to Tika!
Janessa_West: I GOT YOU! FINALLY! After all that sexual pressure ya dam finally breaks and ya gush down my chin and ya thighs. The crowd is soaking it up with big cheers - ngl it feels amazing to have them behind me, and I pull my tongue from ya hawttiehood to lift my juice-covered face and beam them a gigantic smile.!
The match is far from over but that first big juice is an amazing sign. Stepping around ya shoulders, I circle around quickly, hands on ya head as I try to start getting ya back up - though not fully! No, I want ya bent forward so I can pull ya head between my pale thighs, wanting to try that power bomb again now that ya more worn down!
IQWCS: Shit! This bitch is on me again! She's not letting up! No, she's picking me up! And putting my head between her legs. I have enough ring experience to tell me that I'm about to get an elbow right on the spine - if I'm lucky - or a more devastating power slam of some kind, which is more likely. She means to put me out and bag the win. No, I can't let that happen! I spread my legs wide to make myself heavy, just resist the initial pull.. grab her thighs... nghhhhh! My fingers creep up, grabbing those firm, lean, sweaty buttocks... ngghhh! They creep farther... pulling your buttcheeks apart... just stick a finger in there... make her pause.... come on, Tika! Resist! And get that finger in her!
Janessa_West: Ya spread ya legs and squat down, and I'm thinking a back body drop is coming. I put it in reverse but ya hands have a grip on my pale cheeks, fingers spreading em to show off my pink ring! Ya start to shove a single finger in, and yus ya right, I'mma stop ya! Mostly by dropping my right forearm across ya completely defenseless back like Thor doing his superhero landing with Mjollnir!
IQWCS: "Nnngghhhh!" I grunt from between your legs when your forearms hammers across my back, sending my legs splaying limply on the canvas. The crowd sees my ample brown buttcheeks shaking, although they may not see the wince on my face as my head remains trapped between your thighs. Gasping, my hands slap your boots weakly... my feet try to find purchase on the canvas, and the strength to push you back, maybe to drop you to your ass and pull my head out...
Janessa_West: Ya go down to ya knees, legs spread, ya head hanging between my pale toned thighs. I'm not gettin ya up for a powerbomb from here, ya center of gravity is WAY too low. Time to recalculate - and while I'm doin that ya grab the backs of my thigh-high boots, pullin on the backs of my legs hard as ya shove ya shoulders forward into my thighs. Speakin of center of gravity, that shifts mine - backward! Windmilling my arms to try to keep balance, but I tip over like a big pine. Ya can almost hear the woody creak-creak-groan of falling tree before I splash down on the mat with a BANG! that rattles the boards a lil. It's not a big huge damaging fall, more of an embarrassing one - and I pull my legs in hard, lookin to break ya hold before ya can do anything else - and trying to kick them out to ram them hard into your round breasts with a mule kick to get ya off me and keep ya from capitalizing!
IQWCS: "OOOUUUGRHHHH!!!" I grunt when your heels kick into my hanging breasts, flattening them against my ribcage and throwing me onto my back with a crash. I roll around clutching my 34C girls, one in each hand, grimacing and groaning, my legs thrashing and scraping the canvas. "OOOOOUUUUHHHH!!! SHIIIIT! MY TIIIITSSS!! OOOUUUHHHH! SHIIIT!" They feel like they are on fire as a few capilaries must have exploded on impact.
Janessa_West: The kick connects and tosses ya off me, with a bonus of mashed mammaries, as ya hold on to em, rolling and kicking the canvas. The crowd is def comin round to my side, just goin by the cheers as ya flail like a fish outta water. Pulling my legs in tight to my chest again - but this time I kick them out to do a quick kip-up back to my pale blue boots. That gets a few more cheers at the raw athleticism that accompanies my brainy-nerdiness. They get a lil wink and smile for the appreciative cheer, as I circle around and grab up two big handfuls of ya hair, lookin to drag ya back up to those hot pink sneakers and haul ya along behind me, wantin to fling ya back-first into the corner for some more work!
IQWCS: "Nnngghhh... nnggghhhh... shit! My hair!" I whimper and whine as I pulled to my feet, scalp burning as well as my mammaries. "AAAAHHHHIIIIEEEE.... OOUURGGHH!!" I shriek and grunt when you whip me into the corner, my back slamming hard into the turnbuckles, swollen tits shaking on my chest. I barely manage to put my arms over to ropes and hang on, while I shake my head to regain my focus...
Janessa_West: 
Janessa_West: Ya go into the corner with a bang from the buckles, hanging off em as I circle round, giving the crowd a lil view of both of us, as I swing wide, headin to the ropes to ya left. Having noticed a weakspot, I'm calculating and cooking up a strategy to exploit it! Standing at the ropes to ya left, I grip the top rope and use it as an anchor to get even more force and speed behind a hard roundhouse kick - aimed so my shin would smash RIGHT across those rounded Cs and smash them flat against ya ribs again, really looking to capitalize on the sensitive spots I think I found!
IQWCS: I'm thinking of using the few seconds to recover my strength. I watch carefully as you take your time to circle around the ring, trying to work out your next move. You come closer to my sides. I see you hold the top rop. I see your move a split second before you start the action. But too late! My attempt to evade it never even started as your leg whips across and smashes my swollen boobs with a whack that brings a collective gasp from the crowd. "OWWWRRGHHHH!!" I cry aloud, thrown back into the turnbuckles and almost collapsing to the canvas as my legs slip under me. I'm hanging on to the ropes by my fingertips as my smashed boobs jump up and down on my chest.
Janessa_West: That kick connects with a resounding SMACK! that echoes thru the NWWL studio and sends ya back to the buckles. The only thing keepin ya up is ya fingertips, and clearly ya felt that impact, so why not try somethin else? Swingin back wide along the ropes, I make a circle to the opposite end of the ring from ya. Blue-gray eyes narrow as I take aim and find my targets, before diggin my boot soles in and SPRINTING across the ring, long legs carrying me across the canvas in a pale blur, jumpin up at the last sec to aim those hard boot soles for ya Cs with a missile dropkick!!
IQWCS: I'm gasping for breathe and scrambling to stand back up, the whole time watching you move around the ring - more out of fear than anything else, for you are punishing me severely, more severely than your youthful looks suggests you are capable off. "No... no... no..." I whimper, shaking my head as I watch you prep yourself. Then you start your run, a blur of black, white and blue fast approaching me... and I will myself to immediately roll to the right...
Janessa_West: Just as I launch, ya show off that veteran experience - even punished and hurting as ya are. My blue eyes widen, pale pink lips rounding into an O - both a "NOOOOO" and shocked surprirse, as ya dive outta the way! A half second later, my legs split around the cornerpost, my shaved slit SLAMMING into the unforgiving metal with a BING! The crowd "OOOOOOHHHH"s along in sympathy as a sick wave of fuzzy plainsure and nausea rolls through me. My hands are on autopilot, cupping my crushed clit as I slowly curl my legs up and in, sliding back between the ropes as I roll into a lil fetal ball in the corner of the ring.
IQWCS: I cannot believe my luck! No, it wasn't luck. That was years of experience and the will to keep fighting coming to the fore. And now they urge me to forget my own hurt and exhaustion and press home my moment of advantage. Holding on to the top rope for support, I stagger towards you, hair plastered all over my sweat-covered face and shoulders. "That was not too clever, was it, Jessa?" I seethe, raising my foot as I prep to unleash a barrage of stamps on your pale, freckled body.
Janessa_West: I'm not even listening - to the crowd, to you, to anyone. Even Sarah's silent in the corner, hands over her mouth as she takes in the curled-up fetal ball that used to be me, silently squirming on the canvas near the corner. The waves of ache and pleasure trade places sloshing up and down me - I hear ya say something and a moment later the stomp-stomp-stomp-stomp-stomp-stomp-stomps start! The crowd gets into it, counting along "EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!!" as ya keep up the abuse on my side and back!!!!
IQWCS: "Hhrghh! Hhrghh! Hhrghh!" I grunt as the crowd count along with me, "EIGHT! NINE! TEN!" My swollen tits bouncing with each vengeful stamp. I almost collapse from the exertion, but at least now I see more than a glimmer of hope to take control of this match. And I can afford to pause and take a moment to catch my breath. "You bitch. I'll make you pay for what you've done to me!" Placing my boot on your inner thigh, I reach down to grab your other leg, and lean back up to split your legs apart and stretch your groin muscles.
Janessa_West: The stomps each leave an achy red spot - and shoeprint - in my pale freckled skin. The crowd's all in for it, as each bam, jump, and moan from me echoes thru the studio, the cheers just intensify. It reaches a fever pitch when ya step on the inside of my thigh, pinning one leg to the ground, and bend - getting a few whistles and cheers for those curvy mocha-java cakes - to pick up my other long, boot-encased leg. "Wha?" that gets answered when ya yank on my upper leg, feeling an instant stretch in the insides of my thighs all the way into my hips! "AAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!" howling as ya yank on my leg, tryin to make me do the splits almost!
IQWCS: I look down and watch with satisfaction your groin muscles popping out and your smooth mound splitting open, exposing your folds to all the world. Indeed, the cameras close in to get a clean shot up your vagina while you howl in pain. I know I have to heap more and more punishment on your sex and add to the damage from the failed missile dropkick aimed at my breasts. I'd love to pay you back for the abuse you gave to my girls, but I have to put that aside and focus on a winning strategy and not scatter my attacks aimlessly. Feeling that the groin stretch has done it's work, I recalibrate for my next move. "ARE YOU READY FOR THIS, NWWL??!!" I yell for the crowd's attention and look around to see a multitude of expectant faces. Then I raise my foot to stand on one leg on your thigh... and let myself drop as I simultanously push leg up aside, aiming to smash my knee between your stretched out legs.
Janessa_West: Ya have me stretched wide open - to the point even my shaved slit is yawning open, a drone buzzing around ya head looking for a view into my pink tunnel! Ya finally let my legs relax a lil, but only for a sec - ya yell for the crowd's attention, as if ya didn't already have their complete undivided attention already - and raise ya foot, standing on my thigh. The full weight of ya body pinches the artery inside my thigh, feeling the thump of my heartbeat as blood tries to sneak thru the crimped vessel. That only lasts a second tho as ya lift ya other leg dramatically, like a ballerina about to spin. I'm staring up at ya, eyes and lips wide, a silent plea as my hands come up - and ya knee drops down.
BLAAAAMMMMMM!!! ya kneecap lands on my clit like a tactical nuke, sending a roiling mushroom cloud of pain blasting up through my stomach, spine, and into my head - my body giving one involuntary JOLT - then my eyes flutter and my head falls back, thumping on the canvas. The crowd goes insane, the roar vibrating the ring even as I just lay there, arms at my side, legs spread out, Bs gently rising and falling. A lil wisp of raven hair flits back and forth over my mouth as I breathe softly.
IQWCS: The crowd gasp in shock at the sight of your lithe figure jolting from the ring-shaking blow to your crotch. I sit on my knees - one over your thigh and the other pressing on your battered crotch - and look down at you lying limp on the canvas. A wry smile cracks across my face. I know what a blow like that can do to a woman, and I don't think even you can come back from that. I shift and place myself between your legs - "Gosh, Jessa! Your coochie doesn't look too good!" I chuckle - and bend down to scoop your legs over my shoulders and lock my arms together around your waist to pull your butt clear off the canvas. "Your kitty must be super sensitive now, isn't it, Jessa? Can you feel this?" I pose a fake question before I draw my head down to your exposed mound and slowly run my lolling tongue along the length of your slit...
Janessa_West: Ya knee presses into my slit - the thrumming-throb of pain beats in time with my heart as ya take a sec, surveying the damage and soaking in the crowd's cheers. Finally, ya slide ya knees off my leg and slit - the cameras catching a view of my swollen, puffy lips. Ya scoop my boot-encased thighs up over ya shoulders, arms around my waist as ya hoist me up, legs hangin over ya shoulders and draped down ya back, as ya tease ya tongue over the length of my slit. It feels warm, soothing, way more welcome than the cold steel of the ringpost and the bony hardness of ya kneecap anyway. The overhead lights blast in my vision as my eyelids flutter open at the sudden change from hard impacts to gentle caresses between my legs, my hips starting to squirm on autopilot. Sarah, seeing my shoulders flat against the canvas, rushes over and dives in, slapping the mat. "ONE!" I go to throw my right arm up - it moves about an inch before banging back to the mat.
IQWCS: "Mmmm there's more to come, Jessa!" I hiss, licking my lips before I engage my core to stand up and lift you completely off the canvas. Thank goodness you're not too heavy, and I'm shorter. I just about manage to stand on feet that are well spaced, knees bent, leaning back a bit, my swollen nipples poking into the top of your butt, while your lithe body is stretched seductively towards the canvas and your legs splay wide open. I take a good look at the red and puffy lips between creamy white thighs before me, and I plunge my face into it. "Mmmhhh... mmmhhh... mmmhhh..." I make these sounds as I voraciously munch on your folds, using my lips to open them up and flicking my tongue deeper and deeper into your pink tunnel. Meanwhile the crowd is howling with delight, watching the Indonesian veteran finally turn the tables on the sexy, young Professa.
Janessa_West: NWWL crowds are notoriously fickle. With them, there's no loyalty except to whoever's giving them what they want: the squirtshow! A minute ago, that was me. Now, that's you. Ya engage your core, mine is just full of ache bubbling up from my swollen, red slit, as ya tighten ya arms around my waist and hoist me up into piledriver position. My raven hair swishes across the canvas as ya hold me upside down, blue eyes hazy, blinking lazily, as ya hard nips press into my low back. My legs are bent over ya shoulders, hips squirming at the invading tongue that's scooping deep in my wet tunnel, bringing loads of pleasure as it dives in, slurping out juices as it pulls back to ya mouth. The mix of pain and pleasure swirls around, down through my core, and into my head, my pink nips lil diamond pebbles on my pale Bs as I hang there in ya grasp and pant.
IQWCS: As much as I want to keep holding you up and eat you out and bring the crowd to my side, I simply don't have the strength and energy at this point. But that doesn't mean I'm letting you off the hook. "Say goodbye to the win you thought you had, Jessa!" I hiss, making a heroic effort to stand as tall as I can, before letting myself drop to my ass and kicking my legs up at your arms to take away your support.
Janessa_West: Dangling upside down from ya shorter frame, my arms and hair hanging against the mat as ya tongue brings squirmy pleasure to battle the achy pain throbbing through my babyworks. I'm panting hard, eyes blinking at the crowd that's screaming like the old coliseum- except for cum instead of blood! Ya hike me up, bending back to raise my head as far off the mat as ya can. Then everything drops and my head erupts in agony as a ringing thunderclap fills my head and the studio, as my head hits HARD between ya outstretched legs, driven by the piledriver!
IQWCS: Your head and my butt crash onto the canvas with a resounding BOOM and a lot of rattling. I immediately turn us over to get you on your tummy and I dig my elbows into your inmer thighs to spread them apart. Sucking in a lungful of air, I plunge my face between your sweaty, white buttcheeks and begin to slurp and munch your cakehole (as you call them). "MMNNHHH... MMNNHHH... MMNNHHH..." however engrossed I am at feasting on your cakehole, I don't neglect its constant companion - my hands quickly find your slit and start attacking it, rubbing your folds and strumming your clit feverishly, so determined to carry you over the edge while your defenses are knocked down from that piledriver.
Janessa_West: The whole world is gray and fuzzy, I'm dimly aware of lights overhead, partly shaded out by my long legs as the impact jolts them straight in the air! Not going for the easy fold-a-pin, instead ya shove my legs over, flipping me flat on my front with a quiet bam from the boards that's drowned out by the echoing rumble of that thunderous piledriver, and the answering roar of the crowd! You lay across my back, flattening me to the canvas, perked pink nips grinding on the rough covering - ya elbows like a jack spreading my thighs apart as ya face drops into my softest of soft spots! "nnnnnnhhhh!!!" squealing into the mat as ya tongue pierces my pink ring, diggin inside me! Ya hands sneak under my hips, rubbing my achy red slit, and gliding over my clit that's soaked in ya saliva!!! Sarah drops in, checking the hold first and - watching ya work, distracted by the expertise on display as ya devour my ring and work my slit!
IQWCS: The crowd grow raucous, cheering me on, baying for your orgasm. Revitalized by their support, and sensing victory at hand, I redouble the intensity of my attack. My hand rubs your folds and drag them around while my fingers strum your clit like a guitar. But the focus of my attack remains your cakehole - my head moves rythmatically up and down as I drag my tongue back and forth over its target, punctuating that with wet, sloppy kisses and serpentine flicks of my tongue. I get so much into it that I even rock my body up and down your back, grinding my nipples and pubis on it, making a sex object of your body.
Janessa_West: Baying for my orgasm, howling like a bunch of hounds looking at a juicy steak - Sarah's eyes are fixed on my crotch, trying to get a view of what I'm feeling: ya tongue swirling my ring, lips kissing it, tongue punching in and flickering gently at my walls, while ya fingers just dance over my clit like a 12-string guitar. Even though my slit is achy and swollen, pleasure is staring to win the battle over pain, warm fizzy energy zipping up my spine from my dewy entrance, juices starting to leak. Raising my head, everyone sees my eyes are dazed, hazy - a mix of the piledriver and pleasure, especially the tongue up my butt - scrambling my brains into pink goo. "nuuuuuu-" I gasp, reaching for the ropes as ya start dry-humping my shoulder blades. My fingers fall WAY short, and I bring my right leg forward, digging the toes of my boots in to try to push off toward the ropes, trying to crawl - inch by hazy inch - toward the ropes!
IQWCS: I almost gasp when I feel your body shift under me - even after 2 massive blows to your crotch plus a piledriver, you show tremendous fighting spirit to trt and pull yourself - and me on top! - to reach for the ropes. "No, you don't, bitch! You're staying right here until I'm done with you!" I yell, drawing up an elbow and smashing the point into your hamstring. "You want extra credit, do you?! Then try to get out of this!" I snarl, dropping another couple of hard, sharp elbows at your hamstring, knowing how painful that can be if struct at the right point. And I follow that up by returning to attack your private parts with even greater fervour. No more tongue, this time. Only fingers. The digits of my right hand invade your orifices simultaneous - the thumb in the anus, the index and ring fingers in the vagina. They pinch the two holes together, and relax a little, and I begin to draw my hand back and forth, pinching and relaxing as I go. "You like this, Professa Jessa?! This is a Makassar Maxi Massage!" I just make up a name of the spot, hopefully it's a catchy one....
Janessa_West: The ropes feel like they're miles away. Look like it too. But I struggle - try to crawl - REEEAACCCHHHH! "OWWWWWWWW!" screaming in pain as ya slam ya elbow numerous times into my hamstring, feeling my leg fill with a cotton feeling, the nerves "falling asleep" and going numb. My right cheek and extended arm fall to the mat as my leg just refuses to move now. At least I get a break from the fervent ass-eating. That break lasts about 5 secs - then ya thumb bashes my backdoor, fingers slamming in my slit, as ya start pinching my walls together, starting to roughly finger both my holes at the same time!!! Lifting my head again to gasp, a long, loud moan tearing from me that has the crowd on their feet as ya announce ya move! The pleasure power zips through my babyworks, juices leakin down ya fingers and drippin on the canvas as I squirm, hips rockin against the canvas as ya roughly work ya fingers against each other thru my walls. "Nnnhh - nhhhh - nooooo!" wailing as the pressure builds, my walls trembling on ya fingers, before a big splash of juices from my sore slit soaks the canvas!
IQWCS: Feeling your walls tremble and seeing your juices splash, I grip your holes together a little tighter. Then I wrap an arm around you thigh, shift my hips and deftly roll us over to bring myself to a sitting position with your butt in my lap. "Let the cameras get a good look at you, Jessa!" I hiss again, throwing my ankles over each of your shoulders to go for the pin while my fingers return to stroke your inner walls. "Count her out, ref!"
Janessa_West: Ya tighten the grip on that bowling ball hold, even as I'm twitching and wrenching thru the orgasm, pleasure bursting through me like a fireworks show. Ya show off skills, grabbing my leg and rollin us over, spreading ya legs so my shoulders can sink to the canvas, then shifting ya ankles, ya cute pink sneakers framing my pale face and resting on my raven hair as ya pin me down sunset-style! Soon as ya settle it in, ya fingers go back to work, pumpin juices up from my slit like a well, feelin the warmth run down to ya thumb that's driling my oil field, a lil trickle starting down my abs. Sarah snaps out of it, seeing the pinning predicament, and dives in. "ONE!" she counts, the crowd counting along!
IQWCS: The chorus from the crowd reverbrates even through the plywood of the ring. I sense victory approaching and I redouble my fingering, engaging all the muscles in my shoulder and down the length of my arm to move my fingers back and forth inside you with a ferocity borne out of sheer desire to win. With eyebrows furrowed and teeth gnashing, I am whipping up a nice froth at the mouth of your tunnels. "Count faster, ref! Dammit!"
Janessa_West: "TWO" Sarah bangs out. Ya stiffen ya whole arm, shifting ya bod to let ya just ram ya fingers in deep, makin wet slaps at my juicy, swollen slit. My round pale cakes rock gently with each thrust of ya thumb in my hole, pants and moans dribbling from my mouth like a leaky faucet as I stare up at the lights and my legs, hips rockin & rollin as another wave of pleasure builds and washes over the achy agony. A few fans have some loyalty, yellin for me to kick out - and I try to flex my core, but my lower back and abs feel like grinding metal when the muscles try to flex. All that happens is my legs bob and weave just a lil. The pressure in my babyworks is building as the crowd howls for it - one last big orgasm!!! Those sloppy slaps continue as ya just pound my pulverized pussy and pucker, and right as Sarah's hand comes down that one last time I gush! The juices run down my abs as my lower body tenses painfully - then - "THREE!! RING IT!" as Sarah gets up and calls for the bell!
IQWCS: "YES!" I yell, more of relief than of elation, pushing your ass to roll you off me. I try to jump up and wobble a bit on my feet. The referee quickly grabs my wrist to help me steady myself and she raises my arm. "YES! YES! I AM THE BEST!" I yell, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. I know I survived this match by the skin of my teeth, but I held on long enough and capitalized on your mistake to finally overcome you. My breasts are sore, dried lady juices cover my crotch and thighs, a fresh coat on my hand. I parade around the ring with my arms raised in triumph while the crowd chants my name, "TIKA! TIKA! TIKA!" I want to soak in this newly found adulation but I am honestly too exhausted. I blow a few kisses and stagger out of the ring, leaving my vanquished opponent on the canvas. There will be more tough fights against tough bitches, I know. The road to the NWWL championship will be a long one. But tonight I have emerged triumphant once again.
Janessa_West: 
Janessa_West: Ya shove my cakes and roll me off ya, stopping flat on my back, legs spread and slightly bent. Staring up at the lights as ya get up and have ya hand held high, celebrating over me. That's an amazing - ly bad, that is - start to my NWWL career. My hands drift down to hold my aching, leaking slit as ya strut around the ring, slowly rolling on my side, boots kicking the mats a lil as my whole lower half feels like it's been thru blender on high. Ya stagger out of the ring, my blue eyes watchin as ya hop off the canvas and make ya way back up to the curtain. Sarah kneels next to me, "helping" - more like shooing - me to roll to the apron. Landing on my boots outside the ring, I stagger, almost stumbling into the barricades, before grabbing hold of the cold steel and using it like a handrail - left hand on the barricade, right hand over my slit, as I go to make my way backstage too.
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