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Felicia_Starling: I shrug my shoulders, loosening them up in front of the mirror as I make final preparations. The attendant calls my name and it's time. I make my way out and hear the music blasting for my entrance. INTRODUCING FIRST... COMING IN AT FIVE FE NINE INCHES TALL... ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS... SHE IS THE CHALLENGER... FELICIA STAAAARLING!!! I step through the curtains to the crowd's cheers and make my way quickly to the ring. I duck through the ropes, making a full circut of the ring before I shrug out of the silk robe to reveal my pink and white tie dyed bikini and step back to my corner to await my opponent.

Felicia_Starling:

Emma_Dilemma: I smirk as I watch Felicia strut towards the ring and shake her booty from my cozy spot backstage, waiting for my time to enter. "Time to get revenge on this bitch" I say to myself with a snarl. "I hope y'all are ready for me to break her in two and her career as payback for last time! Do you think she can make it to two minutes in the No Air Zone? Or will she be out like a light just like everyone else" I jokingly tell one of the production assistants. Finally you enter the ring and your music fades away, signaling that's it is my time. As "Breathless" by the Coors started to blare out over the loudspeakers, I appeared at the top of the ramp, striking a pose for my adoring fans as I try to make my first ever title defense!

Emma_Dilemma: Exhilarated by the reception, I continue to run down towards the ring, happy to see the overwhelming number of fans I have in attendance! As I make it to ringside, I smoothly leap onto the apron before bending over before sultrily sliding in between the middle and top rope for effect, striking my trademark poses. I smile as I walk over to my corner and lean against the post, waiting for the bell to ring. "Ready to get broken, my soon to be smother slut? Time to show you last time was just a fluke!"

Emma_Dilemma:

Felicia_Starling: I watch your energetic entrance and look you up and down, "Whatever dear... just make sure that title belt is all shined up or I'll have to wipe it down with your face!" I shake my hands out to inish loosening up and step out of the corner while the announcer finishes the introductions and instructions for this title match. "I can't beleive that you even got the title match against KC in the first place after what I did to you." I hear the bell ring and I start to circle.

Emma_Dilemma: I watch you circle me and I quickly find myself running out of patience, furious at the remark you made about being unable to believe I beat KC after what you did to me. I quickly fall into a nightmare as a flood of memories resurge, reminding me of what it felt like to drown under your tits and ass for what felt like an eternity while you humiliated me and stripped away my dignity. I break into a charge while aiming my arm for your neck as I try to take you to the ground with a hard clothesline assault!

Felicia_Starling: I see the emotions playing over your face after the insult and then your headlong charge right at me. Your head lowers in rage and the arm swings for the clothesline but I hop back onto one foot and raise the other one, aiming to try to catch you on the way in with a big superkick right to the face.

Emma_Dilemma: I smile as I close the distance with ease and you seem stunned and taken aback by my move! However, that was just you playing me as you hop back onto one foot before raising the other and SLAMMING it into my face, turning my own momentum against me as I crash into your superkick! I fall backwards like a felled tree, my head bouncing off the canvas as I lay there seeing stars...

Felicia_Starling: I step forward after feeling the kick land and shake my head, "Stupid champ..." Then I reach down and grab for a handful of hair to try to yank you back up to your feet.

Emma_Dilemma: I groan as I feel you grab me by the hair and pull me back to my feet, shaking my head in fury as you call me "stupid champ" with derision clear on your lips. I reach up to your hands and their tight grip and try to pull your grip away as I slowly recover...

Felicia_Starling: Getting you to your feet with the hairpul I see your hands reaching up to grab at my wrist. I give another little smirk as I take that opportunity to swing my leg up again, this time aiming the knee right at your uncovered and umprotected belly.

Emma_Dilemma: "AAAAGGGHHHHHH" I groan as I double over after you knee plows into my unprotected belly! My normally strong core feels shooting pains as your knee devastates it without mercy. I cough and sputter while remaining trapped in your grasp!

Felicia_Starling: With you doubled over now, I switch thr grip from your hair to wrapping my arm right around your neck, trying to lock in a headlock tight enough to hold on while I start to step forward, aiming to drag you forward a step or two before jumping up and kicking my feet out and going for a quick bulldog to try to bring you down face and tits first to the canvas.

Emma_Dilemma: I try to block your assault and by some time to recover but you're clinical with your moves and quickly beat my defenses, pulling me into a tight headlock, pulling me into your sideboob, pinning my cheek against it. I feel you drag me along as you run forward before leaping into the air and SLAMMING me face and tit first into the canvas! The crowd goes wild as they watch my titties jiggling from the impact!

Felicia_Starling: I release your neck and swivel around on my butt, reaching for your shoulder to flip you over onto your back where I lean down and just press my chest over your face in a pretty weak, but hopefully humiliating pin attempt.

Emma_Dilemma: My body aches as I lay face down on the mat until you quickly flip me onto your back before burying my face under your tits! I moan into your chest as the ref slides in to start the count. "1!" I hear the ref count as your tits swallow my face, much to the crowd's delight! "2!" The ref counts and before she can hit three, I bring up my shoulder, avoiding an early defeat, but remaining in your tits...

Felicia_Starling: I see and feel your shoulder come up at the “Two” count and I give a little smirk as I scoot my body around on top of you and try to slide my arms behind your neck in order to sit up and hopefully keep your face in my chest while pulling you up to a sitting position with me straddling your lap. “Not ready for it to be over Emma?”

Emma_Dilemma: I feel your powerful ebony arms slide behind my neck and hold me tight into your massive tits, ensuring that your smother continues to torture me without mercy! Memories of an all too familiar feeling come rushing back as I feel myself getting weaker and weaker between your tits once more. I refuse to go down without a fight as I start to punch your sides, while rolling to the right, hoping to force you to free me!

Felicia_Starling: Starting to squeeze, I feel the thumping fists hitting my ribs as you struggle. I wince and the arms around your neck loosen enough to breathe while I try to wrap my legs around your waist to be able to roll with you towards the ropes.

Emma_Dilemma: I manage to loosen your grip enough to allow me to breathe, albeit never really loose enough to allow my face to leave your chest, but things get worse as you wrap your legs around me. Despite the impediment, I try to reach out for the rope as a place of solace...

Felicia_Starling: I feel your body rolling and I roll as well, over then under you towards the ropes as I feel you trying to escape. I release one of the arms around your neck to try to stabilize and stop the rolling, but it's late and you manage to catch hold of the bottom rope. I growl low and then just squeeze with my legs, trying to pour on as much pressure as I can before the referee forces a break. I can see him coming over and starting to count, "One!"

Emma_Dilemma: When you finally release one hand's grip on my neck, I take in the deepest breath I have taken in the past couple minutes and celebrate the small victory of making it to the ropes even more as I suck in some much needed air. But while the ability to breathe is nice, the sharp pain in my sides quickly becomes excruciating as your ebony thighs squeeze at full power, crushing my sides with no mercy! I hear the ref start to count you out, but it has to be the slowest count in history as I feel you go full throttle and try to break me in two...

Felicia_Starling: I lean back, making no effort to listen to the referee as he continues his count. "TWO... THREE..." I try to lock my ankles behind you and just pour on the pressure around your waist, attempting to crush the breath out of you, "FOUR..." and then right before the last count, I release and pull my legs up to kick back out, trying to shove you out under the ropes and out of the ring.

Emma_Dilemma: I feel my ribs caving in as your dominant thighs crush the breath out of me! After what feels like 10 seconds, the ref finally hits 3 and another few seconds later finally hits 4. By the time Felicia kicks me out, I am left coughing and sputtering after over 15 seconds of being crushed while in the ropes. I roll under the ropes before collapsing to the ring floor in a heap, gasping for air, clutching my sides while my face grimaces...

Felicia_Starling: I give a little smirk and roll out of the ring after you. Landing on my feet next to you, I reach down to grab for a handful of hair, looking to drag you up with your back to the apron and facing me. "What's wrong Champ? Finding it a little hard to breathe?"

Emma_Dilemma: I groan as you are on top of me before I have a chance to recover. As you pull me up and shove my back against the apron, I let out an involuntarily yelp. When I hear you taunt me, asking if me I have found it hard to breathe, I simply respond, "fuck you!" with a growl before trying to give your face an open-handed slap!

Felicia_Starling: I feel the slap come across my face and my head turns, then it snaps immediately back with a wider smile, "Shouldn't have done that bitch." And I grab the edges of the apron on either side of you, using the grip to pull myself at you, slamming body to body to try to drive your back into the edge of the ring apron.

Emma_Dilemma: "URRRRRRGGGGGHGHHHHHHHH" The body slam to drive my back into the apron leaves me in agony, especially when coupled with all the damage your scissor just did. My arms fall to my side as I feel your body dominating mine...

Felicia_Starling: I feel your body against mine as a press against you and then I step mack, my arms coming up to wrap around your head again, trying to yank your face down between my boobs to reapply the smother. "You seemed to like this before." I try to hang on and step backwards, attempting to pull you away from the apron and walk you blindly over to the guardrails.

Emma_Dilemma: I try to push against you and pull free, but your grip is simply too strong. I find my face disappearing back between your ebony breasts and when my nose and mouth slip in their ability to breathe goes for good. Trapped, inhaling nothing but the stale air and the smell of your tit sweat, I find myself desperately craving freedom, pushing against you, trying to squirm free, but all it seems to do is burn valuable energy...

Felicia_Starling: I turn as I pull you off of the ring apron and push you across the open space to the barriers surrounding the ring. When I get your back to them, I stop, trying to trap you there just inches away from the cheering fans. "You are no Champion Emma... you are just my little bitch.. again!"

Emma_Dilemma: I am practically a ragdoll at this point, smothered to the verge of unconsciousness and perpetually held there, my face glued to your tits, just like last time! I feel ashamed as you remind me of that yourself. As you trap me against the barricade I hear the jeers from the crowd mocking me and the cheers for you which only fill me greater anger. I lean back and try to aim a punch for your chest.

Felicia_Starling: I see your arms flailing as you try to lean back and I try to hang on tight. “Oooph!” The punch thumps against my ribs but I hang on through the shot and then try to hold on as I shake your head back and forth, “None of that!” I can hear the referee calling for us to get back in the ring but ignore him.

Emma_Dilemma: I try to swing and hit you in your sideboob, but with your powerful breast smother disorienting me, the best I can do is a weak punch to your ribs. I fire another punch, this time with my left, hoping that repeated strikes to your ribs may get me somewhere. However, as you start shaking my head back and forth while keeping them glued to your tits I get weaker and weaker as you drain me of all air and strength...

Felicia_Starling: “That’s right… oww! Keep fighting champ… you know you’ve got nothing.” I retaliate to the second smack to my tit with a knee raising up to hammer between your legs and then I hear the re start to count, “ONE!” I growl and hang onto the smother a bit more, pressing in with my forearms to squeeze them together around your face and get a better seal. “TWO!”

Emma_Dilemma: "URRRRGHHHHHHHH" I moan into your chest as your knee strike to my pussy breaks my defenses completely allowing you to smother me without resistance! As you press in with you forearms your tits swell to lock in the perfect seal, damning me to absorb the power of a full strength breast smother from you...

Felicia_Starling: I hold on as I start to back up and pull you away from the guard rail. “THREE!” “You wanna give up now sweetie? I might let you breathe…” I start backing towards the ring, pulling you along, hunched and smothered. “FOUR!”

Emma_Dilemma: I moan helplessly into your tits, barely able to process what you're saying as your breast smother sends me into a delirious state of panic and exhaustion! The fans go wild as they watch the champion drown in your tits, which have basically become my home in our fights...

Felicia_Starling: "FIVE!" And I drag you back, feeling your body weakening, starting to slump with the exhaustion and lack of oxygen as I turn again and push your back against the ring apron. "SIX!" "Oh shut up, I'm not done with her!" And I finally release the smother enough to reach down and scoop you up, lifting your body up onto the apron. "SEVEN!"

Emma_Dilemma: I feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness, glued to your perfect tits, slumped into you due to being so heavily drained. When you shove me back against the ring apron and pull me out of your tits, allowing me to breathe, I gasp for air, grateful to take in some much needed oxygen

Felicia_Starling: I grunt a little as I shove you under the ropes to roll you back into the ring. “Not getting out of this beating like that…” “EIGHT!” And I hop up onto the ring apron myself to climb through and follow you in. “NINE!”

Emma_Dilemma: I kick out at your ankles, desperately trying to create some distance between us and give me some time to recover after I see you hop up onto the apron. I am gasping for air and breathing heavily, but hope that by summoning what little I have left I can get something going for me...

Felicia_Starling: I duck to step through the ropes to beat the count when your flailing foot catches the back of my knee, buckling it and I stumble, dropping to my knee. “TEN! RING THE Bell!!” My eyes flare open, “What!?”

Emma_Dilemma: I smile in surprise, barely able to believe it! "I won...I won?!?" I think to myself in jubilation and relief! "The title is still mine!" I exclaim with glee before falling onto my back, laying there, smiling, with not a care in the world, still the Women's Champ

Felicia_Starling: I quickly stand and finish coming through the ropes, shoving the referee out of the way and then reaching down to grab a full handful of your hair to try to snatch you up off of the mat. “This is bullshit!”

Emma_Dilemma: "Unhand me...I am your champ.." I groan as I feel you snatch me back up off the mat by my golden locks! "Who the fuck...do you think...you are! I won, you lost, move on!" I yell, panting heavily.

Felicia_Starling: With you back on your feet, I raise and slam a knee into your belly and then wrap my arms around your head and neck to shove your face back between my breasts in the center of the ring. “You cheating little sneaky bitch! That title is mine!”

Emma_Dilemma: "GGGUUUHHHHHH!!!" I groan as you knock the wind out of me with your devastating knee strike before wrapping your arms around my head, reuniting my face with your powerful ebony tits once more! I moan into them, powerless to stop you as they swell around my face!

Felicia_Starling: I press in, squishing your mouth and nose into my cleavage to cut off the air as I hold on tight and stare daggers at the backstabbing referee. I squeeze tighter, trying to knock you out as I hear the announcer starting to speak.

Emma_Dilemma: Already heavily broken by your tits, I beg for mercy, but all you hear is muffled gibberish as I sink deeper and deeper into your suffocating cleavage! It doesn't take long before I am out cold, sent to dreamland between your large breasts!

Felicia_Starling: I feel your body go slack, held up now only by the standing smother when the announcer’s voice come across, “THE WINNER BY COUNTOUT! AND STILL OPCW LADIES CHAMPION!” I release the smother to let your limp body drop at my feet… “EMMA DILEMMA!”