[Standard Match] Jeanne Hastings[D] Vs Elena Walker - At the Bell : An Intended Encounter

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Elena felt like she was on a roll here, having doled out some pretty sweet blows onto Jeanne and now firmly in the driver's seat. And with the Crab locked in place, the blonde was gradually working on the Crusader's lower body by stretching her unnaturally taut. Granted, Jeanne managed to wiggle out of it, but she was definitely in worse shape than before from Elena's point of view.

Thus, when Jeanne managed to free herself from the carry, Elena wasn't prepared for what came next and quickly found herself trapped in a Full-Nelson, and from there, went up in the air to crash land against the mat head and shoulders first!

"Whaghhhh!!" Elena got instantly folded from the arching Suplex, eating the mat pretty hard, as seen from her mouth parted to scream. She rolled over her head from the momentum to land on her stomach, one hand clutching the blonde-haired head, as the cranium, nerves around the neck and shoulders flared up in anger to leave the blonde twitching!

[Devastated]

The amount of pain that Elena could put her through in quick succession was proving to be quite dangerous. It was clear to her that this opponent of hers was certainly a talented one. Therefore she wouldn't hold back, and pull out all the stops in order to really lay into the blonde powerhouse. Slipping out of Elena's carry, she quickly set to act by trapping her foe in that Full Nelson, but she had no intentions of torturing her in a submission hold. She figured Elena would probably find a way to escape sooner or later...no her intentions was to soften up this tough girl a bit.

Jeanne proceeded to do just that by swinging her down with a picture perfect Dragon Suplex! Upon releasing her, she saw Elena roll over and land flat on her belly. Meanwhile the crusader pushed up to her feet and faced the downed woman. She would nod, seeing that her move had worked out pretty well, she approached Elena. She'd reach down to grab at her head, seeking to pull Elena up to her feet in a doubled over position.

The British fighter chose to then attempt to shove Elena's head in between her powerful thighs, giving that head a firm squeeze with those bare thighs of hers. Leaning forward, she would wrap her arms and interlock them around that waist, as her generous bust pressed down against Elena's back. With a heave and a show of power she would lift and roll the fellow heavyweight up, as she sought to get her perched up on her shoulders. Jeanne would take a strong commanding step forward before she intended to slam Elena down and have her crash like a asteroid straight into the center of the ring for a brutal powerbomb!

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Eating the mat hard, face-first is never a pleasant feeling, no matter how battle-tested one is. And Elena definitely wasn't going to be in a pleasant headspace after being flung away, akin to a rag doll, now splayed prone to elicit a series of ragged, muted groans, all while clutching her head. Her opponent was certainly a powerhouse, packing enormous strength with the way she performed such a clean Suplex, and actually managing to have the blonde roll from the momentum into the subdued state she currently found herself in!

Her woes wouldn't end so soon, however. Elena couldn't contest much, apart from a couple of futile attempts to pry Jeanne's firm hands away, which would lead to her finding herself fit snug in between the Crusader's thick thighs, with the soft, yet sinuous flesh comfortably enveloping the sides of her aching head. Then followed the press of a rather pillowy surface against her lower back, which, judging by the position Elena was currently stuck in, she assumed would be Jeanne's ample bosoms.

"Gnnh...Haah...Huh?...Wait..." That snapped her out of her daze real quick. It hit her, metaphorically at first...

"Aahhhghhhh!!!"

...then literally!

Elena was manoeuvred up onto Jeanne's shoulders for just a hot second before almost having the daylights knocked out of her. The lavender-haired Crusader dropped her with such power that the blonde actually bounced off the mat before landing softly, the impact of which was no less than a crater being formed!

She was unable to move an inch, not even a sideways roll to get away from Jeanne. Her upper body was engulfed in absolute agony, as if a chain of dynamite had been lit from the tailbone all the way up to the skull, leaving Elena in a weak, writhing mess of ragged, muted whines, for Jeanne to take further advantage of...