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Santana: I'm making my final preparations for my big STARDOM debut as a special international guest. I've opted for a super cute look and feel confidence in both my appearance and my ability - especially going up against Lady Darcy, the current champion. One of the interviewers comes over to me to get my thoughts and I set myself up in front of the camera. You are not logged in. I'm asked about how I'm feeling ahead of the match. "Yeah, I'm really excited to be here and to perform live in front of the STARDOM fans! This is going to be an amazing experience for me and I'm totally expecting Lady Darcy, with her reputation, to try and ruin it for me. I know some people think I'm just a pretty face, but I'm gunning for the win, and I've worked super hard in the gym before flying out here." I smile at the camera while I speak. "So yeah, I'm excited and ready to get out there!" I'm thanked for my confident reply and step up to the entrance curtain.

I head out to the ring and get a nice big pop from the excited audience! I grin ear to ear and make my way down to the ring. I stop and say hello to fans, posing for a picture or two and generally just high five the fans in the front row (and those clambering over to get near). I roll into the ring and jump up onto the ring apron, getting a big cheer from those watching on! I grin and wave, before hopping down and waiting in my corner. Let's do this!

Lady_Darcy: Waiting backstage I hear the crowd cheering my opponent and I sneer derisively, then I admire myself in the mirror... You are not logged in. ... the interviewer comes over to me and asks what I think of Santana Garrett making her debut in Stardom... I snort and laugh... "Oh come on,... Santana really thinks she's tough enough to make in Stardom?..." I hold up the SWA Undisputed World Title belt... "Tonight I am going to welcome this little... girlie... Santana into Stardom with a... beating... she is never going to forget!... Lady Darcy is the Undisputed Champion because I don't give any of these girls a chance!... I'm gonna whup her ass and send her whimpering back to the U.. S... of A... now, if you'll excuse me I have a beatdown to deliver..."

I strut over to the curtain with a fur over my left shoulder and the SWA title belt in my right hand... I throw aside the curtains and swagger out into the arena... the noise from the crowd explodes... they don't like me, but they know I am a tough fighter, and this will be a very tough match... as I swagger down the aisle to the ring I smile dismissively at fans who are asking me for an autograph... "Sorry darlings, I don't do endorsements..." I sneer at them... some want a selfie with me.... I shake my head.... when I get to the ring, I drop the fur from my shoulder and hand the title belt to the timekeeper... then I climb the ring steps and duck into the ring through the ropes...

I strut across the ring to my corner and climb up to the middle turnbuckle, throwing my arms up in the air in a salute, expecting the crowd to cheer me... they yell loudly, but I don't know if this is Japanese for cheering or not... I drop back down off the turnbuckles and lean back in my corner... You are not logged in. ... smiling, confidently and arrogantly at Santana... "They LOVE ME!!..." I sneer at you... "You'll never match that..."

Santana: I cock an eyebrow at you as I hear you sneer at me and then grin. "Oh, you think so huh?" I confidently strut out of my corner and watch the champion all the way. I walk across the ring to one of the forward-facing corners and, after taking one last look over my shoulder at you, climb up the turnbuckle and stand on the middle ropes. I throw my hands up into the air and get a big pop from the crowd! I wave and smile, then do a little bow with my palms pressed together as a sign of respect and gratitude to the watching audience!

Lady_Darcy: I shake my head, letting out a loud, derisively, sigh as I watch Santana climb the turnbuckles... then my look of derision turns to one of surprise and shock as the crowd pops loudly for her... I throw up my hands in disbelief... "WHAT??!!..." I exclaim... then I march across to the corner next along from you, also facing the crowd,... I climb to the middle turnbuckle and hold up my arms, showing off my voluptuous body to the crowd... they pop for me too, but not as loudly as for you... I glare angrily at them and wave my arms up and down... but the pop doesn't get any louder... I look over at you with an angry glare and then jump down from the corner and stomp back to my corner in a sulk...

Santana: I smile and give you a little wave as you glare at me. Then I have an idea and run over to the referee, pulling him with me and making excitable noises and waves. I make obvious gestures and point at him, then the corner and then the crowd and he gets the idea. I turn and wink at you before watching as he climbs the turnbuckle pads and throws his hands into the air as well. The crowd gives a big cheer for the referee as well, certainly bigger than your one, and I laugh and clap like this is all some fun game as he gets down. I then wander back over to my corner, having too much fun, and wait for the match to begin. I look over at you, smirking slightly and perhaps getting a little too overconfident now!

Lady_Darcy: I shake my head again... "WHAT??!!..." I exclaim... as I watch the referee climbing the turnbuckle and getting a bigger cheer than me... I look at the crowd and shake my head at them... "You may think that's funny you morons... but you wait until I get my hands on her... she's gonna pay dearly for this..." I turn my head back to watch the referee climbing down from the turnbuckles. As you go back to your corner I strut out to the middle of the ring and stand there, aggressively staring at you, my hands on my hips... "Come on Santana, girlie,... get that cute ass of yours out here to fight... or did you just come out here to Japan to wiggle your booty??..." I sneer at you... I look you over as you hear me... we're close in height, I'm 5'4", you look a little taller, 5'5" maybe... but you're a lot smaller than me, I'm a curvy, thick, 170lbs while you're a trim, athletically built, 120lbs maybe... I've no doubt you'll be flying around the ring like a gymnast... until I shoot you down... And when I get you down then... I'll use my weight advantage to pound the stuffing out of you... I smile confidently... "Come on girlie... I'm waiting!!..." I purr arrogantly at you...

Santana: I hear your sneering once again, seeing that you've taken an aggressive stance in the middle of the ring. I smirk, clearly having got under your skin, and make my way out to the ring. "Why? Are you jealous?" I reply to your comment about myself wiggling my booty and I raise my hands up into a fighting stance. "Come on then Lady Darcy ... let's see what you've got!"

Lady_Darcy: I smile at you as you come back with "Why? Are you jealous?"... then retort with "No sweetie, I'm not jealous... just eager to smack that pretty face of yours and teach you some respect..." I raise my arms into a fighting stance, ready to lock up with you... the bell rings... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!...

Santana: I'm feeling pretty confident in my abilities as the bell rings. I slowly begin to circle you as the crowd starts to build in anticipation. I eye you carefully, watching your larger body for any sudden movements and keep an eye on your hands. Then, as we draw in close to each other, I throw my body forwards and attempt to lock up with you, flicking my leg up into the air behind me as I try to throw as much of my 119lbs body into the attempt! "nnggghhh!"

Lady_Darcy: You look confident and enthusiastic as the bell rings; you start to circle quickly... I turn around slowly, following you, watching you carefully... then your confidence gets the better of you and you lunge forward to engage with me... throwing your 119lbs at me... I don't hesitate I lunge at you, happy to hurl my 170lbs against you in this test of strength and power... the crowd pops as we collide... I am feeling good, I'm confident that your "over confidence" was a blunder, that I can use my power and push you back into the corner and then, when the ref calls for a break, slap you across the face when we both release our hold...

Santana: "Gaaagghh!" I yell out as we collide in the middle of the ring and the crowd pops! I feel your power advantage and the size difference overwhelming me quickly! I give it everything I have but still find myself being pushed backwards towards one of the corners. "No, no, no... dammit!" I mutter under my breath before my back touches the ring pads! The referee quickly moves in and calls loudly for the break, and I feel a bit relieved until I feel a huge slap across my cheek. Spittle flies out of my mouth as I spin on the spot and collapse onto the top rope by the corner. I feel dizzy and hold my stinging cheek, feeling like I just got slapped like a host at the Oscars!

Lady_Darcy: I push you back into the corner and when the ref calls break, and you let go of the lock up, I slap you hard across the face... as you spin around from the slap on the face the crowd roars their disapproval at my disrespectful move and the referee moves in again, wagging their finger at me and babbling in Japanese... which doesn't have much effect given that I don't understand Japanese.... I shake my head at the ref. and turn and grab your thick, long, hair with both hands and then twist my body and heave you out of the corner with a hair mare towards the centre of the ring... "Welcome to Stardom Santana sweetie" I snarl at you...

Santana: I'm still a bit dizzy as you grab hold of my hair. I yell out and thrash about as you yank on it. This is incredibly disrespectful, and I feel anger beginning to rise up inside me. I wince as I'm dragged out of the corner and towards the centre of the ring as the referee demands that you stop. We get to the centre, and you turn me to face you and I decide to get a little payback. Out of nowhere, I swing a hard slap of my own in the direction of your left cheek!

Lady_Darcy: We get to the centre of the ring and as I turn and face you, you fire back at me.... SPLAT... you slap me hard across the left cheek, twisting my head to my right,... I spit a little saliva out of my mouth and then turn my head back to face you, an angry snarl on my face, my upper lip quivering with anger... "Why you little tramp!..." I sneer at you... and then fire my right hand at the left side of your face with another slap of my own, leaning my heavy body into it...

Santana: I realise I've messed up the moment your head snaps back round with an angry snarl. My eyes widen as I see your lip quivering with anger and then you slam a hard strike across my cheek and knock me senseless. I stagger around, legs going a bit wobbly, and look dazed from the impact. The crowd, who had cheered at my strike, let out an audible gasp as they hear the slap echo around the arena!

Lady_Darcy: My slap knocks you backwards, staggering and looking dazed... I grin and follow up quickly... throwing a right forearm smash striking at your chest... "HA!!"... I yell as I advance, and then another forearm smash... HA!!.. and another... and another... looking to knock you backwards towards the ropes...

Santana: WHAM! Your forearm drives hard into my chest, and I grunt, knocked back a pace. WHAM!! A second follows up and then... WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM! I'm forced backwards with blow after blow to my chest and I look a woozy. My legs buckle and I drop backwards. My arms reach out and I snag the top rope, feeling like I've been battered already. I wince and blink, forcing myself to focus despite the stinging feeling on my cheek and bruises forming on my chest...

Lady_Darcy: As you fall back onto the ropes from my forearm smashes, your arms over the top rope to keep you on your feet, I grin arrogantly and move in on you, grabbing your right arm with both of my hands I haul you off of the ropes and slingshot you across the ring towards the far ropes... I wait a moment and then run after you, my right arm outstretched for a clothesline...

Santana: I groan as you grab my wrist and then sling me across the ring! I bounce deep onto the top rope and see that you're thundering across the ring behind me. I accelerate off the ropes and duck down under your outstretched arm as you attempt to clothesline me. I keep sprinting across the ring and bounce into the ropes once more. Using my speed as best I can, I leap up into the air and attempt to dropkick your chest as you turn back round to face me!

Lady_Darcy: I charge after you as you run across the ring,... you twist, your back hitting the ropes, and you bounce back me... my arm outstretched ready to chop you across the chest... but no!... you duck under my arm... I put the brakes on and try to slow down, my big body has momentum, and it takes me a couple of steps to stop... I turn rapidly and see... NOOO!!... your boots flying through the air towards my voluptuous chest... OOOFFF!!... you dropkick me hard in the tits... my arms flail outwards as I fly backwards from the impact, my legs flipping up into the air... UGH!... I grunt as my head and shoulders hit the canvas, the momentum causing me to roll over, my fat ass and legs going over my head... the crowd whoops as they see me getting hit hard... down on the canvas I groan, but I am tough and despite taking the hit I start getting back up to my feet... I look dazed and winded...

Santana: Dropping down onto my back after nailing the dropkick, I roll my legs into the air and then kip up back onto my feet. I flick my hair back and look like a superhero for a second as you start struggling back to your feet. As you get to your knees, I step a few paces to one side. Then I run at you, aim at your face, and twist my body to send a sweet superkick directly at your jaw, hoping to feel my boot connect with you. You're a big powerful opponent and I've felt that first hand already in this match. So, it is important that I press my chances and try to keep you down!

Lady_Darcy: As I get up from being sent hard down to the canvas from your dropkick, I can see through my dazed vision that you gymnastically kip up from the canvas... I snort with derision... what a show off I think to myself ... but before I can think any more you are on me, you're so fast and athletic, you run at me, plant one foot in front of me and twist your body, swinging your other foot up into the air... URGH!!... your foot connects square on my jaw in a superkick... snapping my head upwards and backwards, sending my body stumbling backwards and then falling down onto the canvas on my back, tits and belly up, my arms and legs spreadeagled... the crowd pop loudly... urrghh... I groan as I roll onto my side and plant both hands on the canvas to push myself up to my feet again... I have a stunned look on my face, glassy eyed, my legs are wobbling as I get up... but I'm no quitter, I'm on my feet again and the crowd pop again, showing they appreciate my toughness...

Santana: I connect with the superkick, and you go down! I wobble for a moment and have to flick my long hair back, mimicking a sexy superheroine once again, as the crowd cheers for me! I grin but see that you are starting to stir. I look around quickly, thinking fast, and move backwards to the nearest corner. Facing you, I climb the pads and get up onto the top rope. As you stand, I steady myself and wait for you to turn to face me. The crowd are cheering like crazy as I go for a big dive. You turn to face me and I leap into the air. I keep my body straight, swing my hands above my head, and send myself towards you to try and hit you with a flying double axe handle!

Lady_Darcy: As I am struggling to my feet, I can hear the noise of the crowd growing and growing, I know that you are up to something, as I get to my feet I can't see you... but I can hear the crowd cheering... in my dazed state I look around, and around... WHOA!... I see you jumping off the top turnbuckle, your arms raised for a double axe handle... NO!!... I desperately lunge forward towards you as you jump down at me, hurling my right fist out, aiming for your belly as you come down from the top turnbuckle...

Santana: SMACK! Your fist buries deep into my abdomen as I drop down towards you! I gasp out in shock and stumble forwards. I feel like my liver has just been thumped out of my body, looking shocked as I drop down onto my knees! The crowd groans in disappointment as I wiped out in a big way. I lean forwards and hold my belly with both arms, hugging myself and groaning in pain. I put the side of my face against the canvas and grimace, kicking my feet around like swimmer's feet while I'm still on my knees. In one big move, you've completely shut down my momentum and left me groaning into the bouncing ring floor!

Lady_Darcy: My head is still woozy from hitting the canvas from the dropkick, and then your devastating superkick to my jaw, but my fighting instinct has got me back in the match big time... you collapse onto your knees, your arms clutching your belly, in serious pain from my punch to your belly as you jumped down from the turnbuckles... but I am gasping for air, and my legs wobbly, the expression on my face is still vacant... I take a moment to try and recover... then I cross over to you, bend down, and grab your thick, long, hair and haul you up to your feet... face to face I clasp you around your waist and then heave you over for a suplex... You are not logged in.

Santana: I feel the ring bouncing slightly as your powerful body makes its way across towards me as you recover slowly. I push up onto all fours, looking over my shoulder only to feel your hands grab hold of my hair once again. I wince, reaching up for your wrists as you drag me to my feet. Your arms suddenly clasp around my waist, and I shake my head. "No!" I yell but I'm heaved up and over for the suplex. I get slammed down hard onto my back and scream out in shock as I hit the ring floor, the canvas shaking from the big impact. I rock up to a sitting position and yell in pain, before rolling to one side and laying sprawled on my belly. Face down, I reach behind me and rub my back gingerly with one hand. My legs lift into the air, bent at the knees, and I lift my head with a look of pain etched over my features.

Lady_Darcy: I let out a small roar... Yarrrghh... as I heave you up and over for the suplex, falling onto my back on the canvas I hear the THUD as you land on your back and then your scream in shock and pain. I roll onto my side and again put my hands down on the canvas to push my thick, curvy, body up to my feet... I am gasping for air, my big chest heaving up and down,... I look over and see you have rolled onto your belly, your face has pain etched all over it... I get up to my feet and stumble across to you... your legs are up in the air, so I grab hold of them, planting my own thick chubby leg between them, wrapping your legs around mine I turn around and sit my heavy ass down on your back in a sharpshooter... "Come on Santana... squeal for me... squeal for me!!..." I snarl at you...

Santana: As you lock in the sharpshooter, I push up onto my hands and scream out in agony, squealing as you demand it! Agony now replaces pain on my face, and I scream at the top of the lungs. I can feel the pain in my legs, hips, and my back as I am forced back down onto my chest thanks to the weight of your body. My hair covers my face, and my hands reach across the canvas floor as I look through my locks for the nearest ropes. I'm in big trouble here and my wails of pain can be heard all around the ring. The referee asks me if I submit in Japanese, and I shake my head, closing my eyes from the pain!

Lady_Darcy: I hear your squeals of agony as I pull hard on the sharpshooter... the referee starts babbling at you in Japanese... I'm impressed with your understanding of Japanese when you shake your head and scream NOOO... well maybe it was the pain talking rather than a fluent understanding of Japanese... the crowd are screaming for you to hold on through the pain... I feel you trying to pull yourself across the canvas towards the ropes... I try and brace my legs to resist your movement... but the yelling of the crowd must be a tremendous encouragement to you... I can feel us slowly moving towards the ropes...

Santana: "Gaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!" I roar at the top of my lungs as I try to drag both our bodies towards the ropes. My body feels like it has been set on fire, everything is hurting. The agony is clear to everyone in the arena, and they start chanting my name, almost trying to pull me to the ropes from their seats! I scream and scream, slowly clawing my way to the ropes. I reach out for them, fingertips desperately close to clasping the bottom rope...

Lady_Darcy: As you claw your way across the canvas the crowd start to chant your name... "SAN-TAN-AH... SAN-TAN-AH..." albeit with a strong Japanese accent... I look at them... "SHUT UP!!... SHUT UP!!..." I scream in response to their chants... then the referee starts getting agitated, tapping me on the shoulder and babbling in Japanese... "WHAT?!!..." I yell at him... shaking my head... "ME... NO SPEAKA JAPANESE..." I say... he starts pointing... "WHAT?!!..." I say... he points again, and I finally look around... and let out a loud sigh of disappointment as I see your fingers touching the ropes... I look back at the referee... 1... 2... 3... he starts to count... "Oh... NOW... you can speak English huh?..." I retort derisively... in a sullen, sulking way, I let go of your legs and push them away from me as I stand up... I turn around, bend down, and again grab your thick, long, hair with both hands to haul you up to your feet...

Santana: I feel a brief rush of relief as I get a hand on the bottom rope, but you take your time releasing the hold as the referee has to get your attention. My screams of agony continue as I clutch my rope like my life depends on it and shake my head around. Eventually you release the hold and my body drops, sending a big spasm of pain up my body as it suddenly stretches out. My eyes go wide, and I instantly reach for my back. I'm in a lot of pain and I'm given no time to recover. You grab at my hair once more, dragging me back onto my feet. I can barely stand, the pain in my back is so intense and my legs threaten to give out. I shake my head, whining as I'm forced back up again!

Lady_Darcy: As I pull you up to your feet I can see that complete agony on your face, your legs are wobbling and you're making a quiet whining sound, I know you are trying hard not to, but the pain is so great you just can't help yourself... "What's the matter Santana, sweetie,... Stardom is too tough for you?..." I sneer... I push you backwards into the ropes and again grab your right arm with both of my hands... I take a deep breath and slingshot you across the ring towards the ropes on the far side of the ring... I run after you, waiting to see you hit the ropes with your back and then I jump into the air aiming to hit you with a flying cross body splash... my thick, curvy, body flying through the air towards your chest...

Santana: Every step across the ring is absolute agony as I'm sent bouncing towards the far ropes. My back presses into them and it sets off another burst of pain, until I'm sent scurrying towards you once more! I'm too busy thinking about the pain when you leap into the air and my body slams into your far bigger one. I have barely enough time to realise what's about to happen and my eyes go wide once more! I fall backwards, your body on top of mine, and I am flattened into the ring floor. My legs bounce up into the air and I have all the air sent out of my chest. My legs flop down onto the ring floor and I lay in a crumpled heap underneath you. I'm barely conscious for a few moments and then cough loudly! The crowd all wince at the sight of my smaller body pinned under your thick curvy figure!

Lady_Darcy: I send you running, more like stumbling, across the ring into the ropes, you twist and hit them with your back, the ropes bow out and hurl you back into the ring to meet me as I charge after you. As I watch you coming towards me, I can see the pain etched on your face caused by the beating I have given you. The fight has taken its toll on me too, my eyes are glassy, I am sweating heavily, and puffing for air but I have a determined, mean, look on my face as I jump into the air for the flying cross-body block. The crowd gasps, and then cheers, as our bodies collide with a loud... SPLAT!! We are both hurt by the impact, but I am the aggressor and the much bigger woman, and you come off much the worse, falling down hard onto you back on the canvas, your legs flying up into the air. Then just a moment later, my thick, heavy, curvy, body comes crashing down on top of you and your legs fall down onto the canvas with a loud THUD.

The crowd lets out a loud GROAN as they see you squashed under me, barely conscious, while I lift my head and look at the crowd, a cocky, arrogant, grin on my face. I don't move quickly, confident that you are done, but slowly reposition my body on top of yours, pushing down on your shoulders with my left arm, hooking your left leg with my right arm and pushing down on your chest with my voluptuous chest. I turn my face to yours and taunt you sneeringly... "Welcome to Stardom Santana!... You're done jobber girl... you're no-match for me!!..." Then I look around for the referee... "Come on!... Come on!... Get down here and count!!..." I snap angrily at him... The referee drops down and raises his arm... 1... he slaps the canvas... he raises his arm... 2... he slaps the canvas... he raises his arm...

Santana: My eyes are fluttering as you reposition yourself and pin me to the canvas. I'm groaning, my head twitching from side to side. I can feel your body pressing down on me and I feel flat, out of energy. But then you call me a jobber girl and my determination comes flooding back! "Nooo!" I yell and throw my arm and shoulder off the mat, flinging my body with everything I have, to just about break the pin attempt. The referee's hand comes to a shuddering stop just an inch from the canvas as I force the kick out. I wiggle out from underneath you, rolling onto my front and panting for air. I have a focused look on my face now, mixed in with pain, and I ball my hands into fists and use them to push myself up onto all fours. I'm shaky, unsteady, but I'm still in this fight!

Lady_Darcy: The referee's hand is coming down I am moments from another victory, another wannabe sent packing and... suddenly my big, thick, body is shoved aside... "What??!!..." I exclaim as I am forced off of you. I glare angrily at the referee and quickly get to my feet to argue with him... "That was 3! you idiot... you were too slow with your count!.." You are not logged in. ... "I'm the winner!... Now raise my arm!..." I order him... he looks at me blankly and babbles in Japanese...

Santana: You're giving me vital time to recover as you stand and have a pointless argument with the referee. I flick my hair to one side and over my shoulder and begin to crawl slowly across the ring. I'm heading towards the corner, body starting to feel stronger and stronger by the moment as the seconds tick by and I recover. The crowd are booing you as you squabble with the referee and demand to be announced as the winner and I smirk a little. Not today, Lady Darcy, not today...

Lady_Darcy: The referee looks like he is completely failing to grasp what I am telling him, the guy is clearly a complete moron, I try again to explain it to him. "Now look here, I pinned her 1... 2... 3..., all you have to do is look at her to see she is done..." I turn and point at Santana laying on the canvas... but she's not there... "What?!... What?!..." I look around bemused and see you crawling, pathetically, towards the corner... "Oh no you don't missy... you're not getting away from me..." I move quickly to catch up with you as you crawl, delivering a soccer kick into your side to knock you over onto your back in the corner, your head resting on the bottom turnbuckle... I look to the crowd and gesture to them... "I'm gonna make Santana kiss my ass!!..." You are not logged in. ...Then I back into you with the stinkface... You are not logged in. ... "You thought you were a match for me sweetie?... Well what da ya say now?..." I taunt you as I smother your face with my thick ass. The referee comes over to me and starts to count... 1... 2... 3... 4... "Oh, so now you can count quickly huh??..." I snarl as I pull off of you...

Santana: "Gaaahh!" I yell out as you send a hard boot into my abdomen and flick me over onto my back! I rock up, scooting back to the corner and sitting there, holding my hurt rib cage. I'm gasping for air when you announce your next intentions and back up to me for the stink face. "Nonononononono!" I say shaking my head, but you press it into me and wiggle my head around. I kick my legs and feel utterly uncomfortable and humiliated! Eventually you pull your lovely ass off my face, and I gasp for air, quickly rolling out of the corner to avoid a repeat performance!

Lady_Darcy: I know I will be disqualified if the referee gets to 5 so I pull out of delivering the stinkface... You are not logged in. ... "What?!!... What?!!..." I say to the referee... "You got something going on with Santana?... I mean you keep coming to her rescue??..." The referee looks at me quizzically, maybe he understands more English than I thought... "Well you ain't gonna save her this time!..." I turn around to see where you have got to now...

Santana: Before you get chance to turn around, I've rolled out of the corner and got myself right behind you as you are arguing with the referee! I slip a hand up between your legs and onto your tummy, before trying to trip you backwards and roll your bigger body up into a surprise pin attempt!

Lady_Darcy: As I turn around I feel your arm come up between my legs and onto my belly... "Whoa!... Whoa!..." Suddenly I am forced to fall backwards,... OOF!... landing on my head and shoulders, my legs and thick ass up in the air... you're on top of me, pushing down on my legs and ass, forcing my shoulders down... "No!.. No!..." I yell, concerned that you might get me with a quick roll up... and, true to my suspicions... the referee drops down to the canvas with lightning speed... 1..2.. his arm raised ready for 3... "NOOOOO!!!..." I yell in desperation... summoning all my strength and pushing back violently, my ass my legs, everything pushing back... forcing you off of me... gasping, more with shock at how close I was to being pinned than with anything else... I roll to my side... You are not logged in. ... and start to get to my feet...

Santana: So close! I so nearly had you with the roll up, but the momentum has suddenly swung right round towards me, and the crowd have woken up again after your period of abusing me. I push myself to my feet, ignoring my aches and pains, willing myself to make the most of my chance. As you get to your feet following the roll up attempt, I begin to drive forearm after forearm strike into your big powerful chest. I switch my moves as you back up, hitting a couple of back elbows followed by one large kick that drives you hard back into the corner. I then swing my arm around your neck and throw a hand into the air. "Yeaaaaahhhhh!!" I yell to the crowd then run forwards. I try to drag you along with me, leap high into the air and attempt to nail your beautiful face to the canvas with a running bulldog!

Lady_Darcy: Still gasping in shock I roll up to my feet and... UGH!... you smack me hard in my voluptuous chest with a forearm smash... I wobble and stumble backwards, my arms windmilling at my side... UGH!... you hit me again, my breasts wobbling as I stumble backwards again, my arms flailing... the crowd are now yelling for you to pay me back... UGH!... you hit me again with a forearm smash... my head is now wobbling as I go backwards again... you're so fast, fired up by the way I have abused you, I'm too slow and unable to reply or dodge your blows... OMPH!!... an elbow strike... OMPH!!... another elbow strike... I am staggering and stumbling like a drunk now and... URRRGHHH!!... you spin and deliver a superkick to my jaw...my head snaps backwards from the impact and my body follows, sending me flying backwards into the corner turnbuckles... I hang in the corner, my arms draped over the top ropes, my head hanging down, my eyes glassy, my mouth open and my tongue hanging out... Urrr... I moan and groan as I hang in the corner using the ropes to stay up You are not logged in. ... but you're not finished... as I lift my head to try and get a sight of you to fight back, you are on me... grabbing my head, wrapping your arm around my neck... "NO!... NO!..." I beg... as you haul me out of the corner... you start to run and I stumble behind you... you jump into the air in a sitting position... "NOOOOO!!!..." I squeal as I go flying forward and see the canvas rushing up towards my face... URGHHH!!... you bulldog my face and head hard into the canvas... I lay, face, tits and belly down on the canvas... moaning and groaning, barely conscious as the crowd scream their delight...

Santana: I bounce off my backside as the ring shakes from the impact and quickly spin up and to my feet. The adrenaline rush is driving me through now and I can barely feel the pains in my body for a few crucial moments. I need to get you into position for my next big move before you have chance to recover and I drop down near you, trying to roll your body onto your back. I have to push my head in and everything as I use all of my body to roll you over into the middle of the ring. I then stand, turn, and face the ropes. I run at them, then do a handstand and bounce off the ropes with my body upside down. I then ping off them, back down to my feet and spring into the air. I arch back and perform a beautiful shooting star splash, aiming to drop down across your chest while you are sprawled and groaning! You are not logged in.

Lady_Darcy: I am down and nearly out... I want to rest, get my senses back, but you are quickly on me again, pushing me, rolling me over onto my back... urrghh... I groan as I flop onto my back, tits, and belly up now, my arms and legs spreadeagled... urrr... I moan and stare at the blurry ceiling lights through glassy eyes, my chest heaving... unaware of what you're doing... I can hear the crowd screaming and then... my eyes suddenly focus and widen in fear... as I see your body falling from the sky above me.... URRRGGHH!!... I grunt loudly as your body lands across my belly from the shooting star splash... my legs and head flip up into the air and then fall back down to the canvas with a loud... THUD!!... I lay there on my back, arms and legs spreadeagled, motionless underneath you...

Santana: I grunt and feel my body slam hard into yours! I ignore it (that rib is fine...right?) and throw myself back over you, having bounced off your chest and onto my knees for a moment. I reach across, forcing my protesting body to co-operate, and hook up one of your sturdy legs. I then reach across you as best I can, my body weight trying to pin yours to the mat. My legs kick on the canvas, backside wiggling about, as the referee slides in to count the pin. His hand slaps down for the ONE! and I nod, then he slaps down for the TWO! and I nod again. His hand raises again, and my kicking gets more urgent...

Lady_Darcy: I don't know what is happening, the noise of the crowd is now a roar... you squirm on top of me, pressing your chest down on my chest, you hook my thick, chubby, left leg, kicking your own legs on the canvas to try and get more leverage... urrrr... I moan and roll my head from side to side... the referee drops down... ONE!... urrr... I groan again... TWO!... urrr... I moan... THRR... YARRRRGH!!... I kick hard with my left leg forcing my left shoulder a half inch up off the canvas... urrr... I moan... "Not done!... Not done yet!..."... but I can't force you off of me... I'm still down on my back, dazed, barely conscious... moaning and groaning...

Santana: I've done it, I've done it, I've ... noooooooo! The referee spots that your shoulder has wriggled off the mat and is barely a half inch off the canvas. He stops the count and waves his hands and I roll off, my head in my hands. I can't believe that I came so close. I kick my legs like a swimmer and shake my head, before pulling myself together and rolling to the ropes. I grab hold of them, but my body feels slow and sluggish all of a sudden. I yell at you: "Get up Darcy! Get up!" in frustration and step through the ropes. I climb up onto the top turnbuckle and steady myself, watching and waiting for you to stagger slowly to your feet. As soon as you're up, I throw myself high into the air. I open my arms out wide and aim directly at your chest, hoping to connect with a big diving crossbody! The crowd are on their feet as I fly towards you!

Lady_Darcy: I barely know what is happening... but I know I broke the pin attempt... I can hear the referee yelling... TWO!... TWO!... I roll my head from side to side, groaning, I am in a very bad way but... I'm catching a break, you don't attack me again... I'm getting some senses back, getting some air... I roll onto my side and then into a sitting position on my fat ass... You are not logged in. ... I am glassy eyed, dazed, stunned, I look around... I can't see you, where are you?... you must be somewhere, and up to something, the crowd are screaming and shouting... I roll on up to my feet, but my legs are wobbling, I stumble to my left, I stumble to my right, swaying like a drunk... I look around, I still can't see you... I turn around and... my eyes widen, my mouth drops open... "NO!!... NO!!..."... I see you leaping off of the top turnbuckle... aiming a flying cross body directly at my voluptuous chest... "NO!... NO!!..."... I am panic stricken, you're looming down on me... desperately I dive forward towards the corner where you have jumped from... hurling my exhausted, curvy, body into the safety of the corner and out of the path of your dive from the top turnbuckle...

Santana: You throw yourself in a desperate move underneath me and I fly over you. The ring shakes as you hit the corner, followed by an even bigger impact as my body connects with nothing but canvas! The crowd winces and ooooo's as I slam hard into the ring floor and scream out in pain. I feel my skin light up as it stings from the slap on the mat, my body rattled and shaken! Bruises begin to form on my exposed tummy, legs, and arms as I instantly wobble straight back to my feet. But my head is spinning and now it feels like everything hurts. From my bruised rib to my injured back from the sharpshooter, I stagger a little on the spot, taking a big gasp of air. I'm facing away from you, my battered back towards you and I am clearly too busy suffering to leave myself anything other than wide open!

Lady_Darcy: I throw myself desperately into the corner, impacting the turnbuckles but getting out of the way of your dive from the top turnbuckle... I hear the LOUD THUD!! as you impact the canvas and feel the ring shake... I grab the ropes to steady myself as I turn around... I'm still wobbling, dazed, stunned, but I know that you're going to be in even worse shape than me now... I watch from the corner as you struggle to your feet... you look like you could be out on your feet as you stagger and stumble... I take a couple of deep breaths, snarling, then I come out of the corner... you have your back to me, you can't see me coming up behind you... I grab your shoulder and spin you around to face me... I pull your head down and wrap my arm around the back of your neck, grab your bikini bottoms with my other hand and summoning all my strength haul you up and over in a suplex... You are not logged in. ... bridging as you land to try and force your shoulders down onto the canvas for the pin attempt... the referee falling down to the canvas... ONE!...

Santana: I get spun around and briefly see your snarl, only to get dropped down and then womanhandled up into the air for a suplex. Feeling the painful tug on my shorts, I'm hauled through the air and wail as I go up and over, before my back slams down hard into the ring canvas! It shudders again and you bridge while I wince from the pain. The referee has fallen to the canvas and counted ONE! TWO! But I find something deep down through the blur and the pain to kick my spare leg out and jerking my body out of the pin. The referee skids to a stop as I roll over onto my tummy. I look up and wince, the crowd cheering loudly as I survive (just!) but I'm in a whole lot of hurt now. I lay face down and sprawled in the middle of the ring. I weakly look up, blinking away watery eyes, and realise I am a very long way away from the ropes... You are not logged in.

Lady_Darcy: It takes all my energy to hurl you up and over in the suplex... it's a strain on my thick curvy, body, to hold the bridge position... but I hear the referee... ONE!... Yes, I think to myself... TWO!... I'm fighting the strain of holding the bridge but I'm going to get the win... just another second... THRR!... No, I feel you kick and realize the referee isn't going to get to three... my bridge collapses and I flop down on my back, gasping for air, my big chest and belly heaving up and down, my eyes staring at the ceiling lights... I'm exhausted... I just lay there... the crowd are yelling and yelling for one of us to get up... I can hear the referee starting to count... 1... 2... 3... the crowd are yelling SAN-TAN-AH... SAN-TAN-AH... but the referee is still counting... 5... 6... 7... will one of us make it to our feet before 10??...

Santana: I whine as the referee starts to count. I could just lay here... take the count out... end the pain. But I can hear the crowd chanting my name. It's so loud, so clear. They're desperate for me to get one over on you. Oh, go on then... I wince as I begin to struggle, hearing the referee start his count. I drag my tired body across the canvas towards the ropes. I get close to them as he gets to the five count, and I grab the middle rope. I struggle, forcing my body to move and stagger to my feet, moving my hands to the top rope. My legs scream at me in protest as I put my slim body weight on them, wobbling around but ultimately finding my feet at the count of 9! I turn round and ready myself for one last big push!

Lady_Darcy: I lay on my back hearing the referee count, my chest and belly heaving up and down as I gasp for air, sweat is pouring from my body, this fight has gone on well beyond my normal endurance level... I don't have the athletic conditioning of Santana... but I'm not going to let myself get beaten by this newcomer... I roll onto my side and put my hands down on the canvas... 5... 6... 7... the referee counts... I gulp a big breath of air and grit my teeth, snorting, screwing up my face in pain as I push up with my arms... 8... 9... the referee counts... but I am up on my feet... wobbling, swaying from side to side, my head lolling around with a vacant stare on my face... but I am still in the fight... I can see that Santana has made it to the corner, used the ropes to pull herself up onto her wobbly legs, she's hanging in the corner, using the ropes to stay upright... I snort, I snarl, I scream... YAAAAA!!!... and I charge, more of a fast stumble, at her, my right arm outstretched for a clothesline, my head down, my right shoulder leaning forward so that as my arm goes over her right shoulder from the clothesline my impressive upper body will drive into her athletic chest, slamming into her with my 170lbs, knocking the wind, or the wind that's left, out of her...

Santana: As I turn around, my hands clinging to the ropes in the corner, I hear your scream and charge your way towards me. I have just enough time to look terrified before your big body slams into me, your arm connecting perfectly for the clothesline, and I'm nearly sent flipping right over the top rope. My feet lift off the ground, shoulders and back slammed right up onto the top turnbuckle for a moment. As you smush me into the pads, the entire ring moves half an inch across the arena! Gravity reintroduces itself to me and my feet drop down onto the floor. I feel like all the air has been crushed from my body and lean against you, punch-drunk and groggy...

Lady_Darcy: I hurl myself across the ring, tired and exhausted, but I crash into you in the corner, my clothesline catching you across your throat and sending you back into the turnbuckles, my thick body following up and crushing you in the corner itself. However, I am not unscathed from the impact, it knocks some wind out of me, but you take the brunt of the impact and flop against me, winded, groggy, and punch-drunk. I have the upper hand, but it takes me a few moments to use the advantage, I too am groggy and need time to get my senses together. Breathing heavily, I grab the top rope on either side of the corner with my hands and then step back from the corner and then slingshot myself back into the corner, bringing my thick thigh up and ramming it into your belly... I take a moment, breathing and then do it again, stepping back, slingshotting myself back into the corner and ramming my thigh into your belly... "How'd ya feel now Santana?..." I taunt and then do it a third time,... but this time I stop, pushing myself against you, breathing heavy still, I am clearly badly tired... but I snort and take a deep breath, I let go of the ropes and wrap my arms around your head, twisting my body, bringing my broad hip up into your belly and hip-tossing you out of the corner onto your back in the ring...

I fall back into the corner from the exertion of throwing you, gasping, heaving, my arms over the ropes supporting me... I look at you on your back, then brush my long brunette hair out of my face with one hand, then put my right foot on the bottom rope in the corner and push up, putting my left foot on the other bottom rope in the corner, holding the top ropes with my hands for balance, I move my right foot up the middle rope. I start wobbling and unbalancing, my big body shaking, but I don't fall and instead get my left foot up on the middle rope and stand up straight. My big body is quivering from my poor balance, my chest heaving, sweat dripping from me... but I raise my arms in the air and then jump into the air, pushing off the middle ropes aiming to deliver a frog splash down onto you as you lay on your back in the ring, my voluptuous body crashing down on you and squashing you...

Santana: Opportunities Santana... opportunities. I'm pretty battered at this stage, but I know this match isn't over yet. Your bigger, more powerful, body is going to be almost impossible to overcome at this stage. I know I can't beat you in a fist fight with weakened I've become but I know you're struggling too. One opportunity, that's all I need. I allow myself to take a bit more punishment, letting you take your time and giving me plenty of chance to spot an opening. Three knee strikes, one after the other, and I wince with each shot. I know they are coming, steel myself, and then yell out as the pain rocks me. FOCUS. I blink away tears in my eyes and ignore your obvious taunt. I'm focused on my game plan now and try to block out the pain. You throw me through the air, and I land with a slam on my back. FOCUS. I yell out but do everything I can to watch the match, your movements. And there it is... OPPORTUNITY. You're going for it, a massive move that would finish me off. You climb the ropes, unsteady and slowly. I lay there. Anyone with a keen eye would see I'm sucking in air, breathing like a swimmer before a big dive, and storing my last reverses of explosive power. Then you go for the dive. NOW SANTANA! My mind screams at me. I throw myself into a big roll, shoulder over shoulder as I get well clear and out of the way. The ring hammers as you hit the canvas and I roll to my shoulders, throwing my body up with another kip up. "COOOOOMMMMEEEEE OOOOONNNNNNN!!" I scream out, eyes shut, and fists clenched as I turn to face you, getting a big pop from the watching crowd!

Lady_Darcy: I struggle to climb up to the middle ropes, I am tired and not a natural highflyer, but I make it. I look down at you and grin, you'll never know what happened, you're barely conscious and when I land on you then you'll be done, unable to resist, and I'll pin you with ease. I'm shaking and quivering from balancing on the ropes but that doesn't stop me jumping off the ropes, I jump forward and start to fall down at you, but then, suddenly,... you move... you've been playing possum... and the arrogant grin on my face turns into an expression of utter fear as I see the canvas rushing towards me... URRRGGGHHHH!!!!... I grunt loudly as I thump hard into the canvas, face, tits, and belly brutally impacting... the ring shakes and bounces in the aftershock... URGH... I groan and whimper from the pain, ass up, tits and belly down, I lay spreadeagled on the canvas... I try to get up, I put my arms down and start to push my upper body up... and as I lift my head, I see the demoralizing sight of you kipping up off the canvas... Sheesh I think to myself, after the beating I've given her, where does the bitch get that sort of energy from?...

"COOOOOMMMMEEEEE OOOOONNNNNNN!!" you scream, your fists clenched as you challenge me to get up and fight... I gasp, my eyes roll and my head droops down and... my arms give way under my weight, and I flop, face down, onto the canvas again... I can hear the crowd popping, cheering for you, taunting me, challenging me to get up, thinking that the newcomer to Stardom has given the champion a beating... Enough I think to myself, enough, she's got me beat, I'll stay down... but I can hear the crowd screaming their delight at the beating of the champion, and I know that if I want to stay the champion then... I need to get up... I try again, arms down on the canvas, pushing up, lifting my upper body off the canvas, my head hanging down, but I pull up my chubby legs under me, getting onto all fours, slowly, painfully,... I pull up my left leg further, planting my left foot down on the canvas, and now make the big effort, pushing down with my left leg, hauling my big body up, getting my right foot planted on the canvas. I wobble, I stumble, I sway, I stagger, my eyes are glassy, my stare vacant, I'm punch drunk but... I clench my fists and pull them up and say... "No bitch... YOU COME ON!!..."...

Santana: I watch as you slowly make your way to your feet. I'm pumped up and ready to go, and you're looking a bit vacant and punch-drunk as you force yourself to your feet. I bounce on my toes, chomping at the bit to get on the attack again. As you raise your fists, I run at you with a determined look on my face. As I get close, I drive out a foot, aimed at your gut. That obvious attack is designed to force you to try and block, countering it by catching my boot. If that part of the plan is successful, I throw my body high into the air using your hands as a brace and swing my foot round - hoping to connect with a step up enziguri if I can!

Lady_Darcy: I'm on my feet again, my arms and fists up, gasping for air and exhausted, I look at you... you're bouncing on your toes!... what a bitch I think to myself, she's taunting me, all her conditioning, she knows I can't match her athleticism and she's showing off the contrast between us, challenging me to make the first move to show that I'm still in the fight... I gasp again, snort, and wait, I am not going to be intimidated by her showing off, she can come to me and I'll counter punch her... suddenly you break into a run, coming at me, I brace myself... okay sweetie, what ya got?, I think to myself... a kick to the gut!... Got ya!... I drop my fists and grab your boot with my hands, you're balancing on one leg now... I raise my head from looking at your boot to looking at your face and, through the dazed expression on my face, grin triumphantly at you sending the message "I got ya now sweetie!"... But to my bemusement you're grinning too... "Huh?" I think... you fall backwards, kicking your other leg into the air... "What?!..." I think... your boot SMACKS HARD into the side of my head with the enziguri kick... "OOOOFFF!!..." I grunt as my head snaps to the side... I let go of your other boot as I stumble to the side, then stagger a couple of steps, and then collapse down to the canvas on my back with a THUD! as my big body hits the deck... URRR... I groan as I instinctively roll onto my side... lights are flashing before my eyes, I can hear the noise of the crowd, but I don't know what it means... I am not sure what happened, who I am, or where I am... You are not logged in.

Santana: CRACK! I hear my boot connect with your beautiful face and send you crash down to the mat with a canvas bouncing thud! I land on my side, roll away and quickly get to my feet. I'm pushing hard through the pain and have gritted teeth. I drop down and what strength I have left to roll you over onto your front. Moving quickly, I step round to your feet and face away from you. Then I quickly arch myself backwards, gracefully, leaning down onto my hands. Now for the tricky part! If I can, using my head for balance I place both hands onto your chin as I try to lock in one of my signature submissions. It is difficult due to our size difference, but I do my best to get it secured and in place! You are not logged in. yt

Lady_Darcy: I am down on the canvas, dazed and completely stunned, and totally unable to resist when you roll me over onto my belly. I just lay face down on the canvas, moaning and trying to work out which way is up, what day it is, and where I am. I have no idea what you are up to until suddenly the back of your head appears at the side of my head and your hands suddenly lock together under my chin... "Huh?.." I think, confused by what is happening, then... ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!... I squeal in pain as you wrench my head back... the referee drops down beside me and babbles in Japanese... I have no idea what he asked but the answer is... "NOOOOOOOO!!!...." I won't submit... ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!... I squeal again in agony... I am dizzy, dazed, and now in agony, tears are running from my eyes down the cheeks of my face... the referee babbles again... "Nooooo..." I whimper... "Nooooo..." and then... ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!... the pain, I must stop the pain... I reach out with my left hand and claw at your face, looking to rake your eyes... anything to make you stop and release me...

Santana: "Aaaahhh!!" I scream out as you rake my eyes. I never saw it coming as you claw at my face, and I'm forced to let go with one hand as I reach for my face. I wail out and shove your hand off, my hips dropping my ass down onto the canvas as my grip of you is broken. I try to open my eyes, but they are temporarily too hurt and I can only look through a small watery gap. I whine in pain, clutching my face and stomp both my legs on the floor! The crowd boos your dirty move and the referee, who was watching you, runs around to check I'm okay. I try to wave him off as I don't want him to call off the match and I desperately try to regain my vision!

Lady_Darcy: I was desperate, I couldn't take much more... but my eye rake worked, I'm free, but for how long? I need some recovery time... I roll over and over again, and again, and out under the bottom rope, falling down to the floor. I land on my legs, but they wobble like jelly as I stumble away from the ring. Finally I get to the barricade and collapse... hoping to get a rest... You are not logged in.

Santana: I struggle to my feet, panicking. You could attack me at any moment, and I have barely any vision. I wobble around on my feet and eventually manage to see again a bit clearer. I can't see you! I look around, spinning on the spot, and eventually get guided by the fans towards you. Aha! You're outside the ring. Clever. I consider my options while you collapse against the barricade. I catch a few seconds of air and then climb out of the ring after you. I walk up towards you, letting you see that my fit body is recovering, and I force myself to stand upright and confident. A man in the crowd wolf whistles at me and I smile at him before getting close to you. "Come on Lady Darcy, we're not finished yet!" I say with a grin and go to place both plans on your head to try and drag you off the barricade!

Lady_Darcy: As I lean back against the barricade resting, I am getting a lot of "chat" from the crowd, since I don't speak Japanese I can't tell if they are giving me advice on how to pin you, calling me a coward for leaving the ring, or asking for my phone number! Still, I am getting some sense back in my head, things are coming into vision, I can see you coming across to me outside the ring, entertaining the crowd. I keep my head drooped down, hanging limply as if I am still out. You grab my head with both hands and... I ram my right fist into your belly, then my left fist, then I stand up and grab your head with both of my hands, aiming a headbutt at your forehead...

Santana: WHAM! Your right fist drives into my belly and I lean over you slightly, a shocked look on my face as the pain rocks me. My hands gently rest on your head as you drive the left fist into my tummy and I squeak, letting go of your head and grab my sides. Those were two powerful shots that remind how strong you are even if you're on the back foot! You then grab my head and I whine, staring into your eyes with a pained expression. Then you headbutt me and my head snaps back. I grunt and stagger backwards. My eyes suddenly look very glazed over as I stare at nothing in particular. My legs hold me upright as they cross each other for a second before, after a little battle, they give out and I drop down onto my hands and knees at your feet. Blinking rapidly, I grip one of your boots and look up at you. I'm on my knees at your feet, flicking my hair to one side as I look up at you and grimace!

Lady_Darcy: I am still very woozy from the beating I took in the ring, and headbutting you did nothing to reduce my dizziness, but at least I have the satisfaction that you're now the one down on your hands and knees... I look down at you and see you flick that beautiful long hair to one side... I grab hold of your hair with both hands, hauling you halfway to your feet and then spin and ram your forehead at the top of the barricade... I can hear the referee yelling at us in Japanese, presumably telling us to get back in the ring... but I'm not going back to the ring just yet...

Santana: "Aggghhh..." I grunt as I'm yanked up to my feet by my hair and I flop and stagger as I try to get up, only going in roughly the right direction because of your guiding hair in my long locks. I whine but then you yank my head right back and slam my forehead into the top of the barricade! My face bounces up for a moment and I have a cross eyed look for a second before I crumple onto the barricade. My arms drape over the metal and onto the fans side of it as I drape bent over and groan out. "Uuuuuuhhhhh..." I moan, feeling a headache already brewing...

Lady_Darcy: I ram your head into the top of the barricade and your head bounces up, you have a dazed and stunned look on your face and then you flop down, your arms and head hanging over the barricade... I step back from you as you hang there, stumbling, staggering, back towards the ring apron... when I get to the ring apron I turn and lean back against the apron, taking a moment to get some deep breathes, my chest heaving up and down, finally I gulp one deep breath and then... charge at you, as fast as I can muster after the beating I've taken... the crowd gasps as they see that when I get close to you I jump forward, dropping my head, flipping my legs and ass over my head in a cannonball,... aimed at your back as you hang in the barricade...

Santana: The crowd gasps in horror as you go for the big cannonball! You flip and fly towards me, crashing into my back with your full bodyweight. The barricade instantly explodes as you ram me through it and it flies everywhere, narrowly avoiding the watching fans. I screech out but am pretty much knocked out because of the impact. I'm flattened underneath you and lay in a spread-eagled mess. My body twitches on the floor under you, tiny cuts, and bruises all over my body, but otherwise I am motionless.

Lady_Darcy: The crowd shrieks and scatters as I land the cannonball on your back... the barricade immediately gives way and parts of it fly off in all directions as we both go through it and into the crowd seating, folding chairs being knocked away as we fall to the concrete floor. It was a high risk move, but a devastating one, you are left face down on the arena floor, spreadeagled and motionless... but I am not unaffected by the hard impact I made on you, or that we both made onto the floor... I land on your back, belly and tits up, my back on your back, laying across you at right angles, my arms and legs spreadeagled, my head hanging back... I too am motionless... the crowd start to come back and gather around us... looking to see if we are both, or either one of us, still conscious... the referee slides out of the ring to see what state we are in... the crowd suddenly jump back as I flex and suddenly roll off of you onto the floor beside you...

Santana: I've been absolutely decimated by the big move. You lay on top of me for some time and my chest works double time to try and recover what air it can. But my body is otherwise helpless and very still, with my long hair all splayed over my messy face. Suddenly, you flex, and the crowd jumps back, your big body rolling off mine. Still unconscious, my body coughs and continues to jerk on the smashed remains of the barricade underneath me. My eyes remain closed but barely seen behind all my hair with my outfit pulled and ruined...

Lady_Darcy: I roll onto my side and put my hands down on the floor to push my upper body up, my head still droops down, a vacant, exhausted, stare on my face... The referee comes over and kneels down beside me, looking at me to see if I can continue, he babbles something in Japanese... I lift my head and look at him through my glassy eyes, gasping for air,... I have no idea what he concludes but he moves away to check on you... while he is looking you over I make a big effort, pushing with my arms, getting my legs under me... to get to my feet... I wobble, I sway like a drunk, my arms flailing and my head lolling from side to side... but I am up on my feet... I stumble over to you and the referee and reach down, grabbing a handful of your hair, trying to pull you up to drag you back to the ring...

Santana: You reach down and grab a handful of my hair, slowly pulling me up to my feet. My body simply goes limp as you hold it up and I turn into a ragdoll in your grip. My eyes remain closed as I lean on you, staggering as you drag me towards the ring. I'm rolled underneath the bottom rope, and I'm sent rolling several times until I slow to a stop in the middle. I lay sprawled on my back, hands by my sides, and cough a couple of times. I groan weakly and the crowd has gone disconcertingly quiet... You are not logged in.

Lady_Darcy: I drag you back to the ring, the crowd yelling constantly to encourage you to fight, but you are limp and don't resist. I roll you onto the apron, you're only 119lbs, but given how tired I am it clearly takes me a lot of effort... but I get you in under the bottom rope and you roll into the ring... my head drops down and rests on the ring apron from all of my exertion and I rest there for a couple of seconds, before I reach up and grab the bottom rope to pull myself over the edge of the ring apron and into the ring itself. I clearly struggle to haul my 170lbs into the ring, I'm exhausted and I only make it back in by rolling under the bottom rope. I can see you are down on your back, motionless, but groaning and moaning... I use the ropes to pull myself up to my feet, leaning back on the ropes for support, I take a moment to get my breath and then step quickly away from the ropes to drop an elbow on your chest...

Santana: Your big elbow slams down hard into my chest and I wake up suddenly! I choke, spluttering up some spittle, and roll onto my side. I cough violently, red faced, body jerking as I heave. Tears sting my eyes, stain my cheeks and my head drops onto the canvas. I look at the ring ropes, so far away, through one eye. I raise a hand to reach for them, but I can barely support it, hand shaking in the air...

Lady_Darcy: I drop my elbow onto your chest, my thick ass hitting the canvas with a loud THUD... you cough, splutter, and roll onto your side, one of your arms desperately reaches out for the ropes... "Oh... no... you... don't... sweetie..." I gasp... I roll over, reaching out, grabbing your arm, and pulling it back, forcing you to roll back from your side onto your back... I plop my heavy chest down on top of your chest... and grab your left leg at the knee, hooking it up and then desperately cry out to the referee... "Count you moron!..."... although I have no idea whether he can speak English or not...

Santana: My body is pinned down by your thick, luscious, figure and I groan, grimacing as the weight squeezes down on my chest. My eyes widen and I shake my head as you call for the referee. He moves in quickly and begins to count the pinfall. ONE! I try to move but I can barely move my free leg, let alone the one you have all hooked up. TWO! The referee gets to the second part of the pin, and I still can't squirm out of your grip...

Lady_Darcy: The crowd are now standing up and screaming for you to kick out... I have my chest firmly pressed on top of yours... the referee has dropped down onto the canvas... and now that he can't see I move my legs up onto the ropes for extra leverage... he raises his arm and slaps it down onto the canvas... ONE!... he raises his arm again and slaps it down onto the canvas... TWO!... the crowd yell and scream, some for you to kick out, some trying to tell the ref that I have my legs on the ropes... he raises his arm for the third time and brings it down towards the canvas...

Santana: "Nnnnnngggggghhhhh..." I grimace but can't get out from under your body. The referee's hand slaps down for the third time, and he spins away, calling for the ring bell as you finally secure a hard fought victory. I gasp, finally allowed to stop and I simply lay beaten below you. My eyes begin to flutter as I look up at you and the arena lights...

Lady_Darcy: THREE!... the referee slaps the canvas, turns away and calls for the bell... DING!... DING!... DING!... the crowd are in uproar, protesting, but I don't care... I am exhausted and battered from a brutal fight... but I've won!... I roll off of you and towards the ropes, I reach up and grab the middle rope to haul myself up with my left hand... holding my right arm up in a victory salute... I lean back on the ropes, exhausted, being roundly booed by the crowd, but victorious...

Santana: I start coughing violently again as you get off me and I roll onto my side. I feel like I've had the stuffing knocked out of me and gave it everything I had. I eventually roll onto my front and try to push up, but my body has nothing left. So, I let myself collapse and lay panting on my face, eyes closed shut and wincing against the hard ring floor...

Lady_Darcy: After listening to the boos of the crowd for a moment I drop down onto my fat ass and roll out of the ring under the bottom rope to the floor outside the ring. I look around and grab the SWA Undisputed World Champion belt and start to stagger away from the ring, up the aisle, towards backstage... relieved that I got the win over this tough newcomer, and hoping that she won't be wanting a rematch...

Published: 2022-04-02, viewed 82 times.