SKW MAT ROOM

Sheril: It's another ladies wrestling night at the local bar and needing the money I arrive going to the locker room.. not knowing who my opponent is yet I get ready in the back.. stripping down I put on my white two-piece with a cute heart pattern with matching knee pads.. my boots have the word sexy on the outside showing off for the fans.. my dark hair hangs loose as I check my makeup in the mirror perfect as usual when I hear a knock at the door telling me it's time.. going down the hallway I stand behind the curtain. Crazy Bitch from Buckcherry blasts through the speakers and I coming out from behind the curtain to the roar of the crowd.. skipping down the aisle my tits and ass bounce as I high five the fans on my way to the ring.. I walk up the ring steps and slip between the top and middle ropes before parading around the ring shaking my ass for the fans before going to my corner waiting on my opponent..

 Sheril:

 Viraa: I’m a college student and I pay for my education with part-time jobs, including wrestling matches, which I’ve been doing for a while now—with moderate success, but the pay is pretty good. Tonight is another one of those events I’ve been invited to, and I’m getting ready in the locker room. I’m wearing a black corset, matching panties, fishnet tights, and black ankle boots. I’m wearing my long blonde hair down; one last look in the mirror, and I step out. My music is blaring from the speakers—“Go Down Deh” by Spice. I leap out from behind the curtain and walk slowly toward the ring, high-fiving a few people and looking ahead excitedly; my heart is pounding with nerves—I don’t know my opponent. I climb the stairs; all my movements seem a bit unsteady—you can clearly tell I’m a newcomer. Then I step through the ropes and head to my corner.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: I hear the crowd cheer as you make your entrance.. your little blonde body bouncing down the aisle gets a pop from the drunken patrons especially when you bend over to step through the ropes.. I look your small body up and down smirking thinking this will be easy money when a guy in a cheap suit grabs the microphone.. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR NEXT MATCH IS A LADIES MATCH.. PLEASE WELCOME FIRST IN THE CORNER TO MY LEFT SHE COMES TO US FROM THE GULF COAST OF FLORIDA.. SHE STANDS 5 FT 9 IN TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT A CURVY VOLUPTUOUS SEXY 160 LB PLEASE WELCOME EVERY HUSBAND'S DREAM EVERY WIFE'S NITEMARE SHERIL!!!.. the crowd roars as I stand up on the middle rope holding my arms up for the fans putting on the show before hopping off the ropes and turning to look at your scrawny little body across the ring..

 Viraa: I stand proudly in my corner, trying not to let my nervousness show, even though my legs are shaking a little. I look over at you—you’re pretty tall, heavier, and probably more experienced than I am. I can tell that right away from the way you move, carry yourself, and interact with the crowd. You’re introduced and take the stage to the cheers of the crowd—many of them drunk, eager to see two women fight for their entertainment. Then I’m introduced: “Her opponent is from Germany; she’s here to delight and please you all. Let’s welcome Viraaaaaaaaaa…… a tender 19 years old, 152 cm tall, and weighing 44 kg…… Viraaaaa.” I, too, step onto the rope and spread my arms wide, receiving applause—not as much as you, but whatever. Then I go back to my corner and wait.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: DING DING! The bell rings and the crowd picks their favorite.. I can already see the money changing hands from the betting at ringside.. I come out of my corner with my hands up and my right leg back.. I slowly circle to my right closing the gap between us feeling confident looking at the size difference.. "Come here sweetie come to Sheril" I hiss closing in on you wiggling my fingers looking for a tie up..

 Viraa: The gong sounds, and I slowly walk to the center of the ring, where you’re already waiting for me with a smirk, holding out your arm for a test of strength. That bitch probably wants to settle this right away, I think to myself, knowing full well that I’m going to lose this one. I raise my arm, the last bets are placed, then all I hear is, “No more bets—the fight has started, the betting is closed.” My fingers reach for your outstretched hand, but before you can grab it, I pull mine back, swipe it across your face, and try to slam my forearm into your ample chest.

Sheril: Coming out to the middle of the ring my smile widens as I see your scrawny body approach me.. the crowd exchanges bets until the action starts.. my hands reach out trying to lock yours knowing this is going to be an easy night.. the crowd looks on in anticipation when you suddenly pull your hands back and AHH bitch I growl when you slap my face followed by an OHH from the fans when you send your forearm to my tits making them bounce in my top.. I take a step back from your blow before I get an angry look on my face staring back at you.. bringing my hands up I lunge at you trying to grab you and pay you back..

 Viraa: "I surprised that bitch," I think to myself with satisfaction; my move causes a murmur of astonishment from the audience—"That little one’s really going for it," I make out. Your expression changes abruptly; the wide grin disappears, replaced by a grimace of anger. You stumble back a bit and storm toward me with your hands raised, as if you want to crush me right then and there. But I saw that coming—I quickly drop to the ground and pull my right leg up. As you close the distance between us, I try to stomp on your outstretched knee with the sole of my boot. Then I immediately roll away from you to gain some distance.

 Sheril: The crowd looks on wide-eyed as the little blonde starts to work over the bigger brunette.. my expression changes and I Rush at you with my hands out stretched.. "Come here bitch!" I growl when I rush at you only to see you show off your speed and I get nothing but air.. ARG I yell when I feel your foot hit my knee stopping me in my tracks.. I pick my leg up off the mat rubbing my knee keeping my eyes on you as you scurry away.. feeling embarrassed from the moment the bell rang I slowly put my foot down back on the mat.. my hands come up again as I move in on you with a slight limp being a little more cautious this time..

Viraa: Once again, I catch you off guard with my move, and you must have imagined it would be easier—you probably underestimated my speed. I roll out of the way and spring nimbly to my feet, as tentative applause from the audience is directed at me, even though very few of them bet on me. But the fight has only just begun. I look at you; you’re limping slightly. “Did I hurt you? Sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” I taunt you. Then I let myself fall back into the ropes to build momentum, run toward you, and leap at you with my feet extended. I try to land a dropkick on your big breasts.

 Sheril: Part of the crowd starts to cheer for you as your offense takes advantage.. it's only a few moments in the match and already my knee is sore but I intend to do worse to you.. bringing my hands up I get them in front of me as the sweat starts to glisten on my pale skin.. keeping my eyes on you I watch as you rush the ropes running back towards me.. my eyes narrow as I watch your scrawny body jump off the mat and this not be my first rodeo I simply step to the side slapping at your feet wanting to let you crash and burn to the hard canvas needing to turn this match around..

 Viraa: I guess I’m a little overconfident and make the mistake of underestimating you—you’re probably quite a bit older than me, but you make up for it with your vast experience. Spurred on by the cheers from the crowd, I leap toward you, and you simply take a step to the side. “Shit!” I yell, unable to correct my move. I sail right past you, and your punch hits my feet. “Ahhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....” I scream as I slam my back onto the mat and double over in pain; my hand clutches my back, and I see you standing next to me. I quickly try to roll away.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: Crowd erupts when I sidestep your dropkick and your weak little body crashes on the mat.. standing over you I brush the hair off my sweaty face when I see you start to roll away.. "Where you going honey?" I playfully say staying close to you before I bring up my left boot and send a hard stomp down to your back trying to catch you before you reach the ropes..

 Viraa: I curse quietly to myself as I fall hard onto my back and the pain shoots down into my legs. I quickly try to break free from you and get away, to start over. But unfortunately, it doesn’t come to that. I still hear your question—where am I going?—and at that very moment, your boot slams into my back with brutal force. “Urrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggg......” I scream out loud and collapse under the blow, landing on my stomach. For a moment, I can’t feel my legs anymore; I lie there whimpering, clutching my back again.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: My fans cheer and more money exchanges hands when I finally get you down on canvas.. Get her Sheril I hear from some of them when my boot send you back to the mat.. I brush back my dark hair and wanting to keep my advantage I step over to straddle your little body and kick my legs out trying to drop my fat ass down on your lower back wanted to keep you in place hoping to work you even more..

 Viraa: Whimpering softly, I lie on my stomach and hear the crowd cheering for you now. I look up and brush my hair out of my face, watching them wave their betting slips at me and grin. You come at me again, but my anger gives me new strength, and just as you’re about to drop down, I pull my legs up into a crouch and leap forward. Now it works to my advantage that I’m so small and light; you fall onto the mat with your fat butt and look up in disbelief. I’m standing with my back to you, swing my right leg up, turn around, and try to land a roundhouse kick right on your head.

 Sheril: Finally getting you down on the mat I step over you straddling your body only to have you somehow jolt your body forward avoiding my ass landing on your back.. OHHH echoes again when I hit the mat on my ass.. my tits and ass jiggle getting a nice reaction from the crowd.. my back arches slightly and I look forward to seeing your back and tiny ass only to see you start to turn around.. instinctively getting my hands up I block your round kick to my head and since my legs are out in front of me anyway I kick out your other leg trying to make you fall back down to the canvas again..

 Viraa: Like a frog, I leap out from beneath you and swing my leg at you, but you manage to raise your arm and block my kick. “Damn bitch!” I yell at you angrily, and before I know it, I’m sitting on my butt—you’ve kicked out my supporting leg. We sit facing each other, staring each other down. I quickly pull my legs back and kick them at you, aimlessly, just to hit you, to fend you off so I can reorient myself. I roll toward the rope and pull myself up, turn toward you, and breathe heavily.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: Kicking your leg out the crowd gets even louder when you drop down to the mat yet again.. sitting on the mat facing each other Ugh your feet once again hit my chest sending my back to the mat.. getting angrier by the moment as this little girl continues to keep me off her I slamm my fist in the mat rolling over to one knee and see you pulling yourself up on the ropes.. I roll up to my feet as you turn to face me and pressing off the mat I slammed my big body against yours keeping your back against the ropes.. I shove your arms over the top ropes before bringing my right knee back and sending it forward trying to land a hard blow to your belly trying to take some wind out of you and slow you down..

Viraa: I slowly pull myself up on the rope—probably too slowly, because I can hear the crowd roaring, and when I turn toward you, you’re already in front of me. Damn it, where did she come from so fast? Just a moment ago, her fat ass was still stuck to the mat, and now she’s suddenly standing in front of me, ramming her heavy body against my small, fragile one. Exactly what I wanted to avoid is happening. You slam me against the ropes, and I puff out my cheeks; a fountain of saliva sprays from my mouth like a fountain, and I gasp for air. You grab my arms and place them over the top rope, hoist my little body into position, your knee jerks up and rams into my stomach. “Urgggggggggggggggggg,” I yelp, and again I spit out saliva as I gasp for air; my legs buckle, and I hang limply from the rope.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: Another OHH comes from the fans when I bend you in half from my knee.. my chest rises and settles as I get some more wind in me.. this little girl has made me look bad this whole match and now it's my turn for payback I think to myself.. grabbing your head I pull you up putting your back against the ropes again.. keeping my bigger sexier body against yours the fans light up the ring with their camera phones.. shoving your arms over the ropes again I step to your left and bringing up my right arm I go to send a hard chop across your small tits hoping to get a cheap pop from the crowd at your expense..

 Viraa: I’m hanging from the rope in front of you, getting a taste of your strength; your knee rams into my stomach and I slump over, trembling—only my arms, hanging over the rope, keep me from falling onto the mat. Now you’re giving it all back to me—you really didn’t look good in front of your fans, and this little newbie showed you up. You let out all the pent-up rage, raise your arm, and slam it into my chest. “Ahhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrr...” I howl, and camera flashes bathe us in a storm of light. Your fans cheer you on, celebrating their favorite; you’ve proven time and again that you’ve got what it takes and have always defeated all the bitches, and that’s how it’s going to stay. Groaning, I hang from the rope, and you let yourself get distracted, enjoying the applause—when suddenly my hands grab hold of your sweaty hair. I pull your head toward me and try to deliver a hard headbutt to your nose. “Take that, you stupid bitch,” I hiss at you.

 Sheril: With you hanging on the top rope I pick your battered body up making sure your arms are over the ropes before giving your chest a chop.. the crowd erupts when they see the sweat fly across the ring and your body jolts.. when ahh my hair! I yell out and you somehow hit me with a head butt.. my hands come up to my head for a second and then looking through my hair at you I see you slowly starting to pull yourself up along the ropes giving me time enough to raise my right foot and send the heel of my boot up under your chin trying to slow you down.

 Viraa: Pretty exhausted, I’m hanging from the rope, feeling your strength—when you pin me down like this, I don’t stand a chance against you, and I’m well aware of that. I slam my head into your face, and a murmur ripples through the crowd—they probably thought it would be over faster, that you’d finish me off, but this little German devil is tough. Once again, you block the headbutt, shake yourself off briefly, and grin at me again. I pull myself up against the rope again, hold on tight, and try to regain some strength, but out of nowhere, your foot slams into my chin with a superkick. “Urgggggggggggg....” My head snaps back, and a new fountain of saliva—enough to make any geyser at the Icelandic volcanoes green with envy—sprays from my mouth. I roll my eyes back into my head and lie limp on the mat.

Viraa:

 Sheril: Finally getting a break from your continued onslaught my foot drills to your jaw sending you down to the mat.. the camera phones light up the arena and I brush back my hair breathing heavily.. this little blonde has put up a fight but now it's time to put her in her place I think to myself.. with you on your belly on the mat I pounce on your back straddling your body.. "Eat this bitch!" I yell out grabbing two handfuls of your hair and lifting your head off the canvas I slam your pretty face down 1.. 2..3 times before letting go getting another pop from the fans as the referee looks on..

 Viraa: Your superkick sends my head flying way back, and my legs buckle, causing me to sink to the ground and remain lying on my stomach. Immediately, loud cheers erupt—everyone thinks, “You did it again,” as they watch me lying motionless on the mat. Flashes go off again; tons of photos are taken of my limp body while you stand over me and let yourself fall onto my back. I flinch only briefly, but show no further reaction. You grab my long, blond hair, show my face to the crowd, and slam my head hard back onto the mat, yelling at me as you do so and repeating it two more times. You then let go of my hair as the crowd erupts in cheers again; the referee looks at you questioningly.

 Sheril: The crowd erupts and more money exchanges hands when I pounce on you and smash your pretty face to the canvas.. THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME echoes in the bar as we tear at each other.. sitting on your back I let go of your hair and brush mine off my sweaty face.. "Playtime" I say getting another pop from the fans.. pressing my boots on the mat my hands grab your head and I press up to my feet taking you along with me.. turning you to face me I keep you bent over and drapping my left arm over your neck I put your left arm over mine.. the crowd gets their camera phones ready when my hand reaches out grabbing your tights and I easily pop my hips taking you up and over in a vertical suplex trying to slam your back down to the hard canvas..

 Viraa: I lie stretched out beneath you; you sit heavily on my back, pressing me firmly into the mat, while you pull my head up by my long, blonde hair to slam my face against the mat again and again. I moan; the crowd cheers you on more and more—that’s exactly what they want to see. They love what’s happening in the ring: one bitch beating up the other, brunette versus blonde, old versus young—but it doesn’t matter. The main thing is that we’re prostituting ourselves in front of the spectators, who—drunk and lecherous—watch us drooling. Then you stand up, grab my hair again, and pull my weakened body up with you. The tables have turned; you can clearly feel that my resistance is broken and that you can now play with me, just as you’d actually planned from the very beginning. You grab my neck and my panties, lift me up playfully and effortlessly; I hang straight as a stick in front of you, my legs stretched out in the air. You display me like this to the crowd with a sadistic grin and let yourself fall backward; I hit the mat hard with my back, and my loud scream of pain echoes through the entire bar, triggering cheers from the horny spectators. Curled up in pain, I stay lying there, whimpering as I hold my back and try to roll onto my stomach.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: Easily hoisting your smaller body up I hold you so your feet point to the lights.. the camera is light up the ring at the display of power right before I fall back and your body bounces off the canvas.. my tits and legs jiggle when I hit the mat and roll over to one knee.. "Ya like that honey?" I playfully say getting another pop from the fans.. tossing my hair back over my shoulders I look down at you as you roll over to your belly.. watching you barely move I look at the ropes before rushing them letting my flesh go between them as I use them to propel myself back towards you.. my boots stomp the mat and my body jiggles as I rush back towards you leaping off the canvas and extending my legs going for a big leg drop across the back of your head and neck wanting to pay you back for earlier..

Viraa: I hit the ground hard and the wind is knocked out of me; saliva spurts from my mouth again, and I hear the crowd’s cheers only as a muffled roar in my ears. I blink, half-dazed, trying to make sense of what’s happening to me right now—almost like a little bird that’s fallen out of its nest, looking for its mother and hoping for help. But I certainly won’t get any help from you. Groaning, I roll onto my stomach and try to pull myself up slowly, letting my head hang down—my hair falls over my eyes and blocks my view—but I feel the ring vibrate as you charge at me again. With your legs outstretched, you leap off and slam your legs into the back of my neck. “Ahhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....” I scream and collapse again; I see stars and lie flat on the mat—I’m done, twitching weakly.

 Sheril: OHH echoes again when my fat ass hits the mat and my leg drops down on the back of your head.. I adjust my shoulder straps and sit there for a second admiring my work.. the little blonde came out impressive but now the brunette veteran is having her way much to the delight of the crowd.. smiling down at you I'm going to make you earn your money tonight.. my hands reach out grabbing your head only to pull it up between my thick powerful legs as I try to lock my ankles going for a head scissors just wanting to hear you scream..

 Viraa: I’m lying dazed on my stomach; your leg drop sent me crashing back onto the mat. I can barely move; the pain is pulsing through my entire body, paralyzing me. Saliva is dripping from my mouth, pooling in a small puddle on my face. And once again, the crowd is cheering for you. I let out a howl because I’m now hopelessly outmatched, and on top of that, I’m being laughed at and mocked. Once again, you lift my head by my blonde hair and shove it between your thick, powerful thighs, squeezing them together in a headscissors, cutting off my air. I gasp and start kicking wildly, writhing beneath you, rearing up, but I can’t break free.

 Sheril: The crowd focuses their phones on the ring as my powerful legs slither around your skinny neck and they start to squeeze.. Fuck her up Sheril I hear from the fans making me smile.. "How's that feel bitch!?" I shout at you.. with your face turning bright red I put my hands on the mat letting the beads of sweat drip down my pale skin.. I get an evil smile on my face when I see your tights and my right hand reaches out grabbing your bottoms and I yanked them up between your cheeks letting the fans get pictures of your ass as I keep you in place with my scissors..

 Viraa: I’m wedged between your strong thighs; you’re pushing with all your might, increasing the pressure by bracing yourself with your hands on the mat. My feet drum out a wild staccato on the mat, and my face is already turning dark red, creating a beautiful contrast to my blonde hair. I puff out my cheeks, my tongue pokes out of my mouth. My eyes are wide open, bulging out, and slowly I start to panic that I’m going to suffocate. I grab your thighs with my hands, scratch your soft flesh with my long nails, and desperately try to push them apart, but you’re just too strong for me. Now you grab my panties too and pull them up into my crotch with a wedgie so they cut deep into my crotch; I can’t get enough air to scream, so all that can be heard is a pitiful whimper. The crowd goes wild, reveling in my helplessness; photos are taken while you enjoy your power over the little blonde and bask in the applause.

Sheril: I chuckle as I watch you squirm on the mat.. my python legs wrapped securely around your head.. "Look at you.. Pathetic." I say.. I get another pop from the fans when I pull your thong up between your little cheeks letting the crowd take pictures all they want.. releasing my legs my hands grabbed two handfuls of your hair pulling you up to your feet.. I move my hands to your left arm before stepping them my side trying to whip you to the corner as hard as I can..

Viraa: I’m lying on my stomach, kicking my legs, my head firmly wedged between your legs, gasping for air and unable to free myself from your strong thighs. As if that weren’t enough, you give me a wedgie, pulling my panties up so that my labia are on full display; overcome with shame, I cry out, squirm, and try to cover myself as best I can. But I can’t manage it; the crowd is roaring and cheering for you, tons of photos are being taken, then you finally stand up and release my head. I breathe a sigh of relief—but only until you pull me up by my hair again and grab my arm. Half-dazed, I stagger in front of you, barely able to stand on my own, and with an Irish Whip, you hurl me powerfully into the corner of the ring. “Ahhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” I yelp as I land there, clinging desperately to the rope so I don’t fall onto the mat too.

 Sheril: Pulling your scrawny body off the mat the crowd cheers as I dominate my small blonde opponent.. the ring shakes when I slam your body to the corner getting another pop from the fans.. I try to get the crowd riled up as you desperately cling on to the ropes so you don't fall on your ass.. with my fans cheering me on I look at you in the corner and then backing up a few paces I slap my ass making it jiggle and getting a few marriage proposals.. brushing my hair back I Rush towards you in the corner leaping off the mat trying to deliver a big body splash on you trying to crush your scrawny body in the corner..

 Viraa: I crash hard into the corner, flying through the air before my feet even touch the ground, and slam my back against the post. Gasping for air, I cling to the rope; my legs, limp as rubber, struggle to support my body. You’ve got me in the palm of your hand now; you’ve weakened me so much that no resistance is to be expected, and you take note of this with a grin. You lean forward and show your fans your plump, fat butt, slap it, and then point at me—immediately, cheers erupt again. Then you take off running, jump off, and throw yourself at me. “Urrrgggggggggggggg,” I groan, and saliva spurts from my mouth again; I can’t catch my breath, and it feels like I’ve been run over by a bus. I collapse and land on my butt.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: The fans erupt as my body literally bounces off of yours and I take a step back smirking while you crumble in the corner.. more money exchanges hands at ringside this time not about who would win but what my next element of torture will be on you.. "this is what you give me? This little slut is supposed to be competition?" I yell at the manager making the fans get even louder.. making my way back over to you in the corner I drape your arms over the middle ropes with your head leaning on the middle of turnbuckle.. turning my back towards you I grab the top rope on both sides of you.. the crowd knows what's coming as I wiggle my ass cheeks a little bit more only to back it up and give you a stink face making sure you take in all of my scent..

Viraa: As your heavy body crashes into me with a splash, I collapse, drained of strength. My legs give way and I slump to the ground, no longer able to defend myself; I have to endure everything you do to me, and you seem to be enjoying it. You play with the fans, taunting me as you do so, and slap your broad butt again. You come over to me, shouting something I can no longer understand; I weakly lift my head and look at you with flickering eyes, seeing you double, somewhat blurry. Then you grab my arms and hang them over the middle rope, literally positioning me for your next attack. You turn around in front of me, spread your butt cheeks apart, and shove your butt in my face. My vision goes black and I have to breathe in your stench; I kick desperately, trying to turn my head away, but you press your butt so tightly against my face that I’m plunged deep into it—nothing of my face is visible, only my dull hair covering your crying butt.

 Sheril: More camera phones light up the ring.. my big sexy fleshy ass engulfs your once pretty face.. "Take it all in sweetie!" I yell out wiggling my ass side to side making sure I get every inch of your face involved.. the crowd loves my domination of your week pathetic body and I let go of the ropes turning to face you.. "You want to see some more?!" I yell out to the crowd and I get a resounding YES! Yelled back at me.. my smile widens as they give me the answer I wanted.. my hard nipples obvious under my top as the fans can tell I'm loving slowly dismantling you for just a sheer pleasure of it.. my hands grab your head and I pull you up in the corner resting your back against the turnbuckles.. my hands shove your arms over the top ropes to hold you in place.. giving your face a playful slap I start sending my right fist to your belly over and over again 1..2..3..4..5 times just working you over as much as I want to at this point..

 Viraa: Your butt presses tightly against my face; you wiggle it, pull back briefly, and then thrust it forcefully into my face again. I have to breathe you in—otherwise I’d suffocate—but even so, the air is getting scarcer and scarcer. I twitch; there’s a rushing sound in my ears, and I feel dizzy. Just in time before I lose consciousness, you release my face and talk to the drunken crowd; they want more, can’t get enough of it, even though it’s no longer a fight—just an execution. “Yeeeeees, finish off that blonde slut!” they shout, and you nod contentedly. Once again, your hand grabs my hair, and smiling, you pull my weak, light body back up and hang my arms over the top rope. I’m just a toy, a whimpering rag doll—no threat to you. You slap me in the face and then start punching my soft stomach, again and again; every blow makes me howl, saliva spurting from my mouth as I curl up into a ball. The blows slap audibly against my bare skin, accompanied by the crowd’s cheers. I’m just hanging there in front of you like a punching bag, my arms draped over the rope.

Sheril: With each fist I throw the crowd counts along.. my smile widens when I watch your body jolting and your little ass goes over the middle turnbuckle.. some of the fans throw money in the ring asking me to hurt you more and giving me tips for such a dominant showing.. after slamming your belly over and over again I put my left hand on your chin and give your left cheek a hard slap sending your hair flying across your face.. Fuck her up Sheril I hear as if I'm not doing that already.. I pause for a moment admiring my work. "Are you done yet sweetie?" I playfully ask as if it meant anything.. with those words I use your hair to yank you out of the corner on your wobbly legs.. getting you a few steps from the corner I shove your head between my thick thighs again and bending over I wrap my arms around your waist pressing my hard nipples on your back.. The flashes light up to ring once again and with a smile on my face I hoist you up so that your likes straddle my head only to slam you back down with a hellacious Powerbomb..

 Viraa: I have to take blow after blow from you; my stomach is burning, swollen and dark red, and all I can do is moan and whimper. You’re mercilessly beating the wind out of me, spurred on by the fans, who are even throwing money into the ring and cheering you on. My head is hanging down, and I’m on the verge of losing consciousness; at this moment, I’m even longing for it, just to escape the pain. Then you push my head back by my chin, look at me angrily, and your hatred literally leaps out at me. Why is this happening? Because I’m younger? Because I’m blonde? … I have no idea. Your hand slams hard into my face and my head flies back; a mixture of saliva and blood spits out of my mouth; my eyes flicker and roll. You grab my hair and drag me from the corner to the center of the ring; I stagger, stumble along with you, almost fall again; my arms hang limply down, dangling lifelessly. You press my head between your thighs, wrap your arms around my narrow hips, and effortlessly lift my body up so that I’m slumped against your shoulder, my pussy pressed against your face. You show me off to the crowd one last time, spin around with me, and slam me onto the mat with force. Your powerbomb makes the ring shake; I hit the back of my head and my shoulders hard and lose consciousness immediately. I lie there on the mat with my legs spread wide and don’t move anymore; thunderous cheers ring out.

 Viraa:

 Sheril: OHHHH echoes again when I slam your limp body down to the canvas taking the last bit of fight out of you.. the crowd immediately leaps to their feet flashing more pictures of you as you lay completely destroyed on the dirty sweaty canvas.. I take a lap around the ring holding my hands up playing to the crowd letting them throw more cash in showing their appreciation for me putting on such a destructive display.. looking back at you I slowly walk over to you coming up by your feet.. getting down on all fours I seductively crawl over your prone body using the sweat between us to slowly glide up your form.. my legs straddle your waist and I look down slowly brushing the hair off your face letting me take you all in.. I put my hands on the mat on both sides of your head letting my tits hang down brushing your face.. looking at the referee "Count bitch!" I yell at her as she slides in and just as a formality raises her hand to start to count..

 Viraa: The powerbomb slams me brutally onto the mat, and I black out immediately. I lie there unconscious on the mat, legs spread wide and arms outstretched; I twitch weakly for a moment, but even that stops. My eyes are rolled back, and my tongue hangs drooling from the right corner of my mouth. You throw your arms up in the air—you’ve secured another victory—and bask in the applause; the crowd is satisfied with what you’ve given them—they wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Then you come over to me, looking down at me with a smirk, sizing me up, but I’m finished—I’m not moving anymore. You crawl over me on all fours, like a tigress sizing up her prey before she begins to eat; your breasts brush against my face, and you feel my small body once more as it now lies still before you. You see how I’m breathing rapidly, my stomach rising and falling, and you shout at the referee to finally count me out.

Sheril: The fans once again light up the ring making sure they get the pictures that they want.. "Easy money honey" I softly whisper in your ear.. my hard nipples press on your face as the sweat drips down me on to you.. the crowd looks on in anticipation knowing what's about to happen.. the referee slaps the mat 1..2..3!!!. As if there were any question.. YAYY SHERIL SHERIL SHERIL fills the bar and I press on your breasts pushing myself up to my feet.. I stand over you and put my right foot down on your face adding insult to injury and the referee raises my arms.. the crowd still goes wild throwing even more money in the ring and the MC grabs the microphone... YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL.. EVERY HUSBAND'S DREAM EVERY WIFE'S NITEMARE... SHERIL!!! I jump up and down a little bit celebrating such an easy win before gathering the cash in the ring.. making my way back over to you I take a dollar bill out of the multitude of cash in my hand and place it on your forehead.. "Nice try honey." I hiss before going to the ropes and exiting the ring going back to the locker room to count my tips..