Moira P. Vs. Golden S. - The Diamond Smother

[Devilish53]

Crawling to her knees, Moira had a little more wits about her by the time she began to fully rise. Hands still to her knees as she took a deep breath, that gasp was not to refill her lungs but merely allow a moment for her to collect her thoughts. She had no reason to breath heavy after all. It wasn't Storm crushing her.

Eyes to the blonde as she cut the distance, Moira seemingly wanted no part in the woman's follow-up headbutt. Grabbing at the blondes head and shoulder alike, the two would be at something of a impasse as Moira struggled to restrain her. Though if Storm didn't manage to take control and rear away, she'd find herself victim to yet another peril.

Given Moira showed little restraint in the idea of tilting to her side, to roll Storm back onto her back. To lay across her and crush her once again.

[The Riders]

Storm struggles being held back, thinking to herself their no way Moira is stronger then her so it impossible to hold her back so easily. Keeps trying to push forward and slam her head against her opponent, before her strength runs out as Storm falls first face to the mat in front of her opponent.

More loud panting in heard from Storm her great muscles feel like lead exhausted from the earlier smother, taking a lot of her strength away as it now taking it toll on her body to tired to even move at this point.

Leaving herself open to her opponent moves even Storm knows it almost over.

[Devilish53]

Storm was flat to the ground, but on her front, Moira's splashes and body crushes weren't half as effective. She needed access to Storm's tout core, so she could flatten it. This was no good!

Tutting as she moved to her feet, at a slow pace as to conserve her already dwindling energy supplies, Moira looked to grab a shoulder in each hand before forcing Storm up to stand with her. Facing away from her, she'd be quick to release those shoulders and get a grip on the muscular gals abs from behind. Storm was near twice as toned as Moira if not more so, but the brunette was keen to see just how well that muscle would hold out when Moira began squeezing it in a reverse bearhug!

[The Riders]

Storm is dead weight on this point her frame heavy and breathless from the smother she is on empty and no energy left in her to keep fighting, being lifted up to her feet like a ragdoll for Moira to finish off.

Letting out a loud gasp feeling her opponent tight embrace from behind, her arms free trying to push Moira hands apart to free herself. But the only thing it does is lead her to slow painful slumber as she starts to sag forward from the bearhug.

[Devilish53]

Squeezing the life out of Storm, Moira was seemingly determined to work her muscular foe to the bone if she wasn't going to muster an escape. Not one for ragdolling her squeeze victims, Storm would at least find herself motionless in Moira's grip, as the brunette opted to let the power in her arms do the talking. Though Moira did nudge her cheek against the back of her toned foe once or twice, to see if there was any life left in the blonde powerhouse.

"Seemed to have fun doing this to me..." She'd tease, with a hard flex to get Storm truly gasping. If there was even air left in her to gasp with at this point.

[The Riders]

Sagging forward more hanging limply in Moira arms her hands start to weakly tap Moira forearm lightly and slowly, after feeling her opponent flex her powerful arms around her mid section the air being squeezed out of her completely in a tight vice like grip. To save face before passing out completely Storm let's out a small grunt to get the ref attentions...

"....Sub...mit... I...Submit...." She gasp out before going still in her opponent arms passing out from lack of air, limp and being ragdolled again.

[Devilish53]

Moira kept up the pressure, seemingly content with squeezing Storm breathless in hopes of further ragdolling her, when a surprise hit her ears. Her foe had given in, there and then!

"Oh..!" Moira hummed, letting go immediately though cradling the blondes hips from behind, to ensure she didn't fall to the ground nor pass out. With her thick front still to Storm's back, she'd be sure to try and nurture the girl until she at least received some semblance of a positive reaction. Even though she couldn't help but smile just a little, given she'd just won!

"You...okay..?"

[The Riders]

Still sagging in the woman embrace, starting to slowly come to her vision still blurry and the lights hurt her eyes. "...mmm...mmm huh,," Storm mumbles out sucking in deep breaths to get some strength back into her body.

"Thanks for the match... And I did mean that you know.. Hopefully I put up a better fight in the rematch or something." Stumbling forward leaning her heavy frame against the ring ropes to keep herself upright, Storm gives Moira a pat on the rear just like in her old football days. Never been dominated and beaten this badly before but it back to the drawing board and see if she able to get another match soon.

The ref coming over to check on storm, making sure the woman is alright before trying to raise Moira hand in victory.

[Devilish53]

Accepting those kind words and even the pat to her rear, Moira smiled on. She wasn't the gloating sort, and felt no urge whatsoever against even the harshest of opponents to go overboard after the match was over.

Stepping back with the referee tending to Storm first, Moira was eager to have her hand raised, with the other rising alongside it. Stepping before the ropes, her cheer was a modest if honest one, as the brunette pulled off a rare, serious-win on her end. One that had well earned a good rest.

Winner By Submission: Moira Pandela