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UWF Jenna V Elle

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Jenna Max

Supergirl Elle

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's music starts as she appears at the entrance, sillouhetted and swivelling her hips seductively til the spot light find her, gleaming of the polished sheen of her PVC thigh highs and the silk smooth one piece squeezing her body like a second skin. She;s not sure whtat to expect from the debut match til a roar laced with wolfe whistles rings out, invigorating the brunette. She struts down the ramp, climbs the ring steps and makes a show of leanng forward and slipping on leg over the middle rope, letting it linger between her bronzed thighs just a little too long before she steps into the ring and starts working the crowd, waving and blowing kisses as she waits for her opponent.

<Jenna_Max>

<Supergirl_Elle> I start heading towards the ring with a brisk walk turning in to a jog as I get closer, my long blonde hair bouncing behind me and brushing the back of my shoulders. I see my opponent already in the ring and lock my gaze on her. She isn’t some unknown opponent, we have tangled before, but it’s been a long time as I reach the side of the ring, I jump up onto the edge and grab the top rope, I pull it back and then use is momentum as I jump up over it as if flying into the ring and land in a classic superhero hero crouch. I toss my hair back out of my face as I look at her and stand up. “Looking good still. But not by the time we are done here!”

<Jenna_Max> Jenna watches the acrobatic entrance, arms folded neatly under her chest. She titls her head to one side, "Still haven't changed up your look. Still I haven't seen you getting doggy styled on the 11 o'clock news for a while so I suppose that's an improvement for you right?". Now its her turn to flick her chocolately locks to the side as she turns and returns to her corner to wait for the bell.

<Supergirl_Elle>

<Supergirl_Elle> The bell comes fast and they’re both more than aware that it’s up Pro no holds barred. I remove my cape and lay it in the corner of the ring just outside the ropes as I start to circle her, occasionally moving closer to test her reactions.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's kitten heels tap on the canvas without seriously inhibitting her movement. She moves in synch with you, hips sashaying as she circles but keeps distance from you and keeps her body side on to yours, making a smaller, s-shaped target. The first time you feignt in, she skips back to keep the distance. The next time you test her, she seems to change her footing and the third time? The brunette move in to meet you, gloved arms raised and ready to grab or lock up with you!

<Supergirl_Elle> I give a smirk watching you move with my advances, almost like a little dance before the brawl. As i sed you raise your arms i figure its as good a time as any and i step in to lock up, not my go to but for her and old times sake, why not? My arms flex as i grab onto her and work to plant my left leg back for support.

<Jenna_Max> Tentatively at first, Jenna reaches links her silken fingers between yours and locks into an old fashioned pro style struggle. She too uses one leg to anchor herself and the other to try and push forward and try to gain some advantage. Her arms flex anad tighten visably, even with those opere gloves running all the way to her biceps. Her perfume and shampoo colours the air sweeet lemongrass and yasmin around us. She arches her body as she tries to gain control, push you back and edgge your arms down into your sides so she can move in closer still... "Let's see if you still got it old girl"

<Supergirl_Elle> Certainly one of the better smelling opponents I’ve fought but i dint let my focus drift away. I see her muscles strain and feel her surge. Knowing the ropes are behind me i use that surge and switch to pulling her and grab her right arm with both hands to the and toss her with half of her own momentum at the ropes.

<Jenna_Max> The back of Jenna's suit rises a little higher as she begins to push you back. Her thighs tensing and burning from the effort of forcing the so called girl of steel onto the back foot. "Ha!. You aint so tough!" A second the rings spinning around her and the ropes are bitting into her back, leaving a red back across her bare shoulder blades as it Snaps her back, off balance and hurtling toward you!

<Supergirl_Elle> Still with my leg braced i turn my shoulder towards her and lean in to meet her rebounding body with my shoulder angled right at her chest.

<Jenna_Max> "hhhyyyRRFFFFF!!!!" It feels like Jenna just ran into a steep post, big bouncing breasts first. You can see pain flicker across her face as she throws her head back with that grunt. And you feel soft flesh of her enchanced chest til you feel the resistance of the implants within before she stumbles back. Those double Ds wrestling within their spandex prison, straining the fabric into tensed folds as she hits the ropes again. Again she's launched toward you, this time though, the brunettes in control. The ring ripples under your feet as she closes in, stepping to the side a litttle at the last so she can fling out her arm and try to clothesline you to the mat!

<Supergirl_Elle> That's got to be quite a slow motion shot for Youtube shorts, i think to myself as i watch her bought and paid for orbs reacting. My next move as she bounced back towards me was to go low around her waist yo toss her uo and over me; however, she returns either a clothesline but im already ducking fir my move so i keep going to avoid her arm. As she misses i stand up and leap into the ropes looking to come back at you to soam into you and try to tackle you to the mat.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna lets out a little grunt of frustration as she swings through nothing but air and she knows she looked clumbsy doing it. She'd put her weight behind that, skewing her as her body dips at one side. By the time she straightens up and turns... "oH shi-". You launch yourself at her smashing your shoulder into her taunt little waist! Both feet kick out either side of you as the brunette's speared to the mat with a loud crash and a heavy rasping cough. The airs driven from her lungs as she lands heavily under you. "Ggyyffff... yo.... you bitch!". Jenna reaches down trying to grab your hair, so she swing her right fist at your head. Mainly though she needs to catch her breath. If she can fight you off for a minute, that'll help...

<Supergirl_Elle> Our bodies mash together as we collide and i fall on top of you onto the mat. I know im between yihr legs so aim to shift position to get out of a possible threat, just starting to rise off you but cringe as you grab my hair and hammer me in the face. I left out a scream as my weight falls back over you.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's right hook couldn't have connected any more satisfyingly. "Girl of st-*huff*-steel Ha.... heh... heh... More like girl of Glass... Like yer..... jaw!". She pants while still holding your hair. Only now she's pulling you up as she tries to shuffle and wriggle her hips lower down your body. You feel the plastic running down her legs collapse into her legs as they slide across your waist. Wax smooth, bare thighs brush over your shiny new suit as they try to lock in around your sides, putting pressure on your diaphram while she tries to cross her ankles at the base of your back. All while she pulls and tugs on your locks, guiding you best she can, face first into the veiled valley of ample bust!

<Supergirl_Elle> I shake off the punch and feel the crushing power of her legs i was worried about. I grab and press on her thighs hoping to limit the pressure just as “mmmmmppphhhh” my face is stuffed into her ample cleavage and i start to panic and toes of my red boots slam into the mat.

<Jenna_Max> Slick looking, inky black thigh highs squeak gently against one another as you push against Jenna's sunissed thighs. Under her waxx smooth skin you can feel muscle tighten, quiver and flex against your hands. Still you manage to loosen the pressure around your sides but can your arms truly over power her thighs? You have bigger problems than that attritional battle against her shifting, wriggling hips. As your heads drawn in by a painful yank of your golden locks, black silky fabric seems to mold around your face, dampening onto your breath and clinging all the more tightly against the full, round breasts mushrooming all around your face as she tries to pull you deeper and deeper into that plush silicon valley!

<Supergirl_Elle> “Mmmmmmpppphh” i loose. Them only enough to let off some pressure and allow me to fill my lungs, a process thats proving useless as I'm being smothered I start to panic as unable to breath in her smothering hold. Desperate times and al….i reach up and dig my nails into her breasts and nipples in hope to distract her enough she will let go or give me space to attempt to escape.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna continues to flex her legs and inadvertantly grind the gusset of her onyx body suit against your waist as she arches her body, literally push those soft, cusions and friction smooth fabric all around your face. It's muffled for you but you can hear her gloating that "I've see you staring before super dyke! How's it feel to finally get what you want-eeeeeeeaaaaiiiEEEEE!". She throughs back her head, squealing as your nails rip and dig into the plush pliant flesh, as you hook into the tell tale bumps tenting thin flimsy spandex. You feel her release your hair and grab for your wrists. Now the brunette's pulling against them as she twists her hips and tries to roll us over so she's on top straddling you....

<Supergirl_Elle> You release my head and it comes up with a long gasp for air. The combo of her suit and breast forming a perfect seal. Feeling her grab my wrists then twist her hips to roll us, i have to act fast as im weakened and don’t want to be on the bottom grappling for dominance so i yank my arms and drive my head forward to try and drive her into a head butt before she can get on top

<Jenna_Max> Jenna breathes a sigh of releif when your fingers unhook from twin swells, leaving little rips in her suit here and there for reddened, angry flesh to peek out from. She manages to turn us side to side, athletic body to body, face to face. You can see the little smirk forming on her lips. Another twist and she'll have you right where she wants you! "I'd say it was a challange, but you'd know I was lying. You're past it you old hag!". Shes about to snap her hips again when "UUUGHHHHH!" A heavy grunt when you head SMASHES into her nose with a heavy thud and a soft crack. Jenna's head snaps back as she falls away from you and finds herself staring at the stars again, legs splayed and those gloved hands clutching her face, trickles of thick scarlet slipping through her fingers.. Her eyes water, swell and roll back a little as she left flat out and stunned!....

<Supergirl_Elle> Free of her finally i roll up to one knee and take a moment ti regain some breathes of air, can’t avoid a good look over her impressive form. I have to push through despite being worn down and i grab at her legs to twist them and roll her face down then attempt to drop my now partly wedgied ass onto her lower back hard. Id then work to get her legs under my armpits in an attempt to pull her into a Boston crab

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's slowly dragging one heel across the canvas, crooking her leg at the knee as she too tries to regain her breast. Her provocative body suit strains around your smothered breaths left the fabric damp and clinging to tight to those plush, montanous globes that their firm peaks at clearly visable tenting the strained spandex. Slowly at first, her hands slip away from her face, revealing the rich splatter of claret streaming from her broken nose! It's not the first time she's gonna need a little nose job after a match but that pain never gets any easier to deal with. It's shooting through her eyes and into her skull leaving her dazed as you get to work... ;

<Jenna_Max> The brunette's aware of movement to her side, but with everything so dark and hazey, she can't really see what the blurr of red and blue is trying to do til you manage to flip her over onto her front and by then, its too late! "Gyuuffff Get your fat ass off me you old cow!" She hisses as she starts kicking her feet off the mat making things as awkard as possible. Yet you snare her ankles and lock them in, almost lifting her hips from the floor! "NnnyyyAAAHHHHH LEtTTTgooOFffmeeeeEE!!"

<Supergirl_Elle> I take a few glances along my cheek from her heels as she struggles and kicks. I feel her feet under my arms finally, at least as good as i can. “Never beeb accused of a fat ass. You on the other hand” i gi e one cheek a smack as i was trying to capture her legs. I then move to try and bend back to see if i can apply some pain.

<Jenna_Max> "NyaaaAAHHH!!" Jenna squeals out from the sharp spank that ripples across the indeed plump swell of round derriere, a rosey pink tinge colouring what you can see of her cheek. The crowd erupt in cheers, laughter and a couple of wolfe whistles, all spurring you on as you lock in the hold and put a burning strain oh my taut, quivering thighs and unnaturally curved lower back. "Aaaiiieeee ArrrhhhNNnoooo... Let go of me!". I hiss again as my nails scrape across the canvas and I try to grab us from the centre of the ring, toward the ropes...

<Supergirl_Elle> Her scream and protest are music to my ears and work to urge me on. I keep my arm tight, your legs under them, leaning back and twisting, left and right wiggling my “ big” butt back-and-forth into her lower back. “ I know you know the words say it.” I yelled back at her.

<Jenna_Max> Raven curls falls over her face, partially hiding the anguished, agonised look as hot straining pain stretches along her thighs while. THe back of my one pieces slips further and further into the valley of her plush as cheeks each time you twist and plant your weight, side to side against her back. It makes it harder to drag us over the sweat scents canvas. "ggggRRRRRRR!" She screams in frustration and pain, then she plants her hands and pushes her shoulders up, trying to level her shoulders with her raised hips and take some of the strain off.

<Supergirl_Elle> “Say it!” I growled as i strained to keep up the pressure, i had her but it was not without effort. I looked back, she was a fighter, as i watched her pushing up and clawing at the mat. I dug my legs into her sides to try and keep on her as my brow glistened in perspiration, now in a battle of will versus how much longer i can hold on and she can hold out.

<Jenna_Max> The strain on Jenna's thighs is an intense as ever, even if the sweet slickening her skin makes it a little harder to hold on. BUt the pain in her lower backs spread out more now, stretching all the way to he shoulders and down her arm.. "Ne-Ver.... Never given in toah..... wannabe..... Bi-itch!" She knows the next moment is make or break, perhaps quite litterally. The brunette takes a big deep breath, closes her eyes and lifts one hand off the mat. The other arm only has to support her weight for the half a second it takes to the plant the other a bit furhter in front of her but her muscles burn! Then the pain shifts to the other arm as she plants it's twin a bit further in front again. The strain see-saws as she edges us both across the ring til finally... after what seems like days, she can grab for the bottom rope! "Got it!"

<Jenna_Max> The Refs over in a shot, forcing you to let go of the hold!

<Jenna_Max>

<Supergirl_Elle> Great ref outfit btw

<Supergirl_Elle> Not used to having a ref in an NHB, i groan in frustration as i know I had her. I release yohr legs then spin around and grab two handfuls of her hair from behind, “you like ropes?” I say as i try to pull her closer to press her throat over the rope, i know there will be a count but im willing to do what i can while i can.

<Jenna_Max> A heavy sigh parts Jenna's bronzey glossed lips as flops onto the mat face down on the mat, one foot bouncing on the canvas. She might have somehow saved the match, but the holds taken an obvious toll on the brunette. "oooOOoooohhh... uuuuGGGGHhhhhnnnnn...." She rubs the small of her back with one hand, oblivious to you looming over her, staring down at the pathetic sight splayed out at your feet. With her one piece wedged like a thong between my cheeks, the glow of your spank shines rose red under the stage lights. Her skins filmed in beaded sweat... You can take you sweet time to grab her hair and haul Jenna up, first to her knees, then with a whimper and and a cry onto trembling, jelly legs. She slaps at the hold on her hair but right now that's the only thing keeping her on her feet. She can''t offer any real resistance as you shove her head down and press her throat down on the top rope. Glassy eyes roll up and take in the fans in Super girl tee shirts urging you on while her tongue flops from her gapping mouth and a string of drool creeps down her chin!

<Supergirl_Elle> I look out at the crowd with a grin and I press her throat into the rope and lean in with my weight , i can hear the gags and gurgles from her over the crowd as well as the ref warning me and counting. I hold it as long as I can without getting disqualified and then let you hair go and stand up, red boots straddling you on either side and stepping back to grab your ankled to look and drag you away from the ropes.

<Jenna_Max> Perhaps its the pain shooting through her lower back, making her body feel stiff and awkward. Or the flurry of flash photograhphy dazzling Jenna's glazed eyes as the roll upward. Maybe the cover girl come fighter's realised she's bitten off more than she can chew, but when she should be throwing elbows back in some form of offense, all her rapidly clouding mind can think to do is claw at the rope biting into her throat so firmly it's starting to bruise her skin! The crowd keep cheering, keep capturing the image of their Girl of Steal grinning more the drooling mess that is her opponent right now, but it all seems so distant and blurry to Jenna. Her arms flop as she teeters on the brink of unconsciousness, only the burn in oxygen starved lungs keeping her awake while your body peels away leaving her on her knees, ass in the air like some bitch in heat. A few spams ripple down her legs as you start to drag her back to the no-woman's land that is the centre of the ring...

<Supergirl_Elle> I get her far from the reach of the chest ropes and roll her to her back, feeling little resistance i decide she might be well softened enough to try to end this. I sit behind her head and pull her head off the mat by her hair and move ot try and slip my legs around her neck, aiming to wind them into a figure four lock / rear triangle choke around her neck with the back of her head resting against my warm kitty.

<Supergirl_Elle>

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's hair trails along the canvas like a mop, collecting stale sweat as she's dragged, arms trailing over head, chest mashed into her ribs and mushroomed at her sides. It's not til you roll her over that you get much of a response at all and then it's... "unngghhhh". She brings a hand up over her face, shielding her eyes from the harsh stage lights over head which capture the sweat filmed across her bronzed skin. Those magnificant double Ds of her's start to rise and fall as she takes in more air, giving you a clear view of her cleavage as you yank on her draw and draw another languid groan. SHe can feel the warm craddle wait for her, and your long, legs starting so snake around her locking in the hold. Another choke to endure! "NnnnmmMMMmnnn!". You feel her trying to turn her head, almost nuzzling into your bent thigh and if that works, you'll feel her sinking her teeth into your leg, hard as she can!

<Supergirl_Elle> I have finished many opponents this way and enjoy the sight of her mounds shaking as she struggles and the feel her head rolling against my loins, but not what comes next, “AGHHHH” I release her and roll to my side grabbing my calf. “BITCH” FOr someone who likes rope breaks she sure does like cheap moves.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna's flaring hips and full tush almost gobbles up the back of her inky black on piece when she rolls onto all fours, taking up a feline pose. That's when she see's you clutching your leg, you back to her. She wriggles herself lower, then pounces at the girl of steel intent on some long awaited revenge. One hand goes for the back of your suit, trying to pull it into a wedgie.. The other clasps for your hair so she can start bouncing the side of your head off the matt. "Never... knew you... were... into breathplay... But I guess.... all you supers... are kinky skanks.... huh?!"

<Supergirl_Elle> My hips adjust a little as she stretches my leotard up my ass and against my kitty then my head starts getting run multiple times against the mat as I let out a mix of whimpers and grunts, my breasts bouncing around under my suit and I try to blindly swing an elbow back to connect with one of your oversized orbs.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna looms over your prone body on her knees, her dark, sultry gaze wandering from your face to those bouncing breasts while you whimper so delightfully it's almost intoxicating. Perhaps that's why she's distracted when your elbow plunges into one generous cushion.. "aaarrhhh you bitch!!" You feel your suit snap back to place as she clutches the jiggling breast, spreading her fingers out to massage the pain throbbing there. You also give her the chance to grab for the arm, then the other and try to pull back while aiming the flat of her boot between your shoulder blades....

<Supergirl_Elle> She drops away but takes my arm with her and before I can try to twist around and free it her boot rams down against my shoulder an electric twinge of pain runs up my arm and down my side as I scream and flop about a few times while my free hand reaches for that shoulder.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna can sense an oppertity here. And you can feel both of her soft, silken gloved hands clutching your wrist. As she pulls on your arm and tries to draw you in, the brunette shifts around on the mat, spreading her legs. You feel them sliding over your arm as she tries to lock in an armbar!

<Supergirl_Elle> “UGHHHH oohhh” I can see what she is going for but she has also wrenched my shoulder and arm socket and trying to counter twist or fight it hurts and makes my attempts slow, too slow as I feel her thighs hug my arm and over my chest. I work in a panic to try and reach my other arm over and shove her legs off. My gaze tracing up her toned thighs, along her waist and over her breasts to see the determined expression on her face.

<Jenna_Max> Jenna slowly locks the hold in, dispite your sluggish attempts to stop her but cross those provocate yet elegent high heels at the ankles. As you take in her body, you see the little flex of her thighs, a little roll of her hips onto her side, wrenching on your shoulder.. Her skintight body suit does little to mask how her stomach tigthens with each little rock to her side, sending sharp pain through your shoulders as she shakes her tits for the crowd! And then there's the look on her face. Determine in her eyes yeah, but a cheshire cat grin on her face. "All that time trying to put me to sleep... I guess I can see why you were scared now.. You're a fat ass has been! Too much treacle or maple syrup or whatever.. And then POP goes the girl of steal!". With that she TWISTS her hips sharply, not just wrenching but trying to dislocate your shoulder!!!

<Supergirl_Elle> I can see it in her eyes, the moment before she twists and pops her hips and my body arches, screaming in pain and having to take her insults without reply. I am sure i can feel my elbow or shoulder about to pop out and not wanting to find out which goes first I slam my free arm onto the mat. “Submit submit” I yell, just needing it to end!

<Jenna_Max> Your arm must feel half a foot longer when Jenna flops back into a central position on her back.. "heh... What was that.. I didn't... quite get catch that". As the Bell rings and ref's over to try and break her hold, Jenna Manages to SNAP her hips sideways and give your arm one more dangerously sudden twisting yank. Regardless of how badly it hurts you, she uncoils her legs, sliding them over your body and into hers before getting up. The ref raises her hand while she plants her foot on your cheek, forcing you to look out into a crowd of disappointed supergirl fans.

<Supergirl_Elle> As the pressure gives a hard jerk I scream once more then roll to my good side one released grabbing my throbbing arm. “BIIITCH” I mutter as much as I can as her foot pins my face to the floor and I watch, in humiliation, the crowd watching me in lose my inaugural UWF match. Hard fought but in the end I’m reminded of her past victories over me, and my shoulder won’t soon forget this one.

<Published> 2025-03-01, viewed 51 times.

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