Eileen S. Vs. Origa X. - Honed Weakness

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There was little that needed to be done on Eileen's end to make the moment more dominant. Though she'd look to adjust her legs all the same - raising them one at a time, she'd look to tuck her legs under her. Now sitting just partially on her ankles, the hold did next to nothing in terms of making the smother more debilitating, but it did ensure one thing.

That Origa's arms were now completely pinned underneath her tucked legs, with Eileen having transitioned from what one would call a standard face-sit, to her slightly adjusted version dubbed - Beneath Me!

A grin given to the official and crowd both, as she turned her head around to show off that smug look upon her face. With her right hand still raised and a finger still wiggling at the end of it! As she awaited the inevitable tap out from the lustful giant. Or better yet, an outright pass-out on her end!

[Ringropes98]

If things were different and Origa wasn’t as drained as she was now, shoving the smug redhead on top of her would’ve been child’s play. But the amazon was learning now that Eileen had put everything in place to ensure her victory over the giant. From the constant running, the goading and seductive moves to the aphrodisiac that she had hidden away. Waiting for just the right moment to introduce it without anyone’s knowledge.

Origa knew going in that Eileen was a snake of a woman, but she underestimated just how much she would go out of her way for a dominating win. She knew that now, but sadly it was too late to do anything about it. She could feel the redheads legs shift above her and in only a few short seconds, her nearly limp arms were trapped beneath Eileens legs.

Origa’s energy was spent, her legs no longer kicked and her arms could barely even move. Eventually no response came from the smothered amazon, and the referee would lie down and pick up one of her caramel arms. It limply fell to the canvas with nary a twitch. The second time was the same as the first and the third followed not long after. The moment it hit the canvas the red stood up and rang for the bell, Origa had lost consciousness beneath Eileens ass.

[Devilish53]

Little change came in the form of Eileen's adjustment, but then again finishers for many a wrestler were often standard moves with simple bits of flair added to them. Only fans of Eileen would realise she had indeed just trapped Origa in her patented finisher. To all else, it appeared as it was - a simple smother. Though both groups cheered all the same.

Wiggling cutely as she put her hands to the back of her head, as if she were merely relaxing, Eileen turned her attention to the referee in the most casual of manners as she swung in. The redhead didn't truly care how Origa was rendered asunder, be it be submission or from passing out. To many, a submission was the most dominant form of winning. But against a foe of Origa's scale and power, any victory short of one brought about cheating was a prestigious one!

"We nearly had some trouble there...didn't we..." She'd laugh, as the referee signalled that Origa had indeed passed out, with Eileen referencing the long moment of the match in which Origa came close to tearing Eileen in two. Standing up at her own pace, with her rear pressed to Origa for a few moments longer as the referee went for the bell, Eileen was soon stood before the giant with her chesty frame arched over her.

"But you soon learnt your place..." A wink and kiss soon blown, to a figure far too out of it to respond!

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Winner: Eileen Sommers