An Improper Introduction: Heather Sunderland vs. Wendy Winston

[TiefBlau]

Heather was sure she had all the momentum on her side, her face beaming with a visible grin as she went from one move to the next. She was showing off her repertoire for this girl, letting her see all that she was made of just as Heather thought she fully wanted! She was rushing in with her to connect with it, going for that Shining Wizard to really knock her head and get her nice and dazed!

She certainly wasn't expecting her next move, feeling her catch her right from the start, a little yelp coming from Heather's mouth as she jerked her head forward. She blushed just slightly at the feeling of her face against her crotch, a little huff coming from her mouth as her knee slid right past, missing the girl's head entirely, setting her right up for Wendy to grab at her butt for that grip!

Lifted right up into the air, Heather flailed just a little, tossed up and over steadily with Wendy's actions. She had to quickly catch herself here! She kicked her legs out in t he air, pushing even more momentum into the throw to land fully right down onto her feet from the toss, securely 'countering' her throw as she made the perfect landing, only stumbling a little as she landed.

"Hu!" She let out, spinning herself around right afterwards so she could face her. She leaps up, trying to hop right onto Wendy's shoulders from behind, gripping tightly with her thighs if she could manage. She attempted to just throw herself back, trying to flip the girl backwards and drive her into the mat with a poisonrana!

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Heather had a pretty top-tier ass herself. Nothing compared to Wendy’s own, of course, but it felt damn good in her hands. She would have to get a better look at it later in the match, once they’d moved on to the slow, grinding phase of things.

For now, they were still in the thick of it, and Wendy found herself reeling after that mighty toss. She was still feeling the effects from the kick to her noggin, and when you combined that with the sudden rise and the exertion of hurling a full grown over her head like a sack of lumpy potatoes, well, it was a miracle she didn't fall flat on her back. She straightened up before that could happen, but it was clear she needed a breather. Heather would be writhing for the better chunk of a minute, so this was a good…time…to…

…where was the boom? There was supposed to be the distinct sound of a body splatting on a canvas, and Wendy didn’t hear that, so…

All of Wendy’s fears were confirmed when Heather’s thighs clamped down on her head from behind. Heavy as she was, big as she was, there was no way she could fight the force as her opponent jerked back and sent her sailing over head. ”Oh, fu-”

Now there was a boom, but it came from Wendy’s skull slamming against the canvas. She crashed hard and fell back into a crumpled heap, as her whole world turned into a spinning mess. Ring awareness took over from here, as her body had enough sense to roll away from the impact site.

She came under the ropes and landed on her feet outside the ring, but just because she was standing up didn’t mean she was any better off. Wendy stumbled about outside the ring with her eyes in a blinking frenzy, swaying to and fro. Sense was coming back to her, bit by bit, and she would be fine in a minute. A minute she doubted she had.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath in and out as she managed to pull off that full on counter of hers. She shook her head just a bit, remaining on her front for just a couple seconds to regain herself after landing such a heavy maneuver. The rattling of Wendy's head colliding with the mat sent shakes through the ring for sure, leaving Heather to grit her teeth just a little as the girl rolled away and to the outside of the ring.

She got up onto all fours soon after, ideas running through her head as to how she could keep on her. This rapid fire of offense was going to tire her out soon, Heather knew that full well. She had to make sure she went for the correct sort of hits as to make sure every little move she was doing that was tiring her out was doing a good amount of damage to Wendy as well.

Now that she was outside, Heather knew the next sort of thing she needed to do. She took another deep breath, pressing herself up to her feet- rushing in towardsthe ropes closest to where Wendy was. She turned towards the center of the ring suddenly before just leaping upwards, flipping backwards from where she was at.

The adrenaline surged through her body, making her heart race as she felt that super rush that she always got with her usual high-flying moves. She went right over the top rope, flipping to try to come crashing down atop Wendy all the way to the outside!

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, no more fooling around, this was bad, seriously fucking bad.

Wendy was out of it, but not so much that she didn’t realize the deep trouble she was in. Heather’s flurry of offense was running her ragged. The kicks she could take well enough, but that poisonrana might’ve been enough to take her out if she hadn't lucked up and been near the ropes. There was going to be bigass knot square in the middle of her head for days, and her brain still hadn't totally reset.

But, despite the haze, she knew what her top priority was: Finding Heather. She was going to press her advantage, and if Wendy didn’t put a stop to it, she’d throw Wendy’s LAW career straight into the grave.

‘New Girl Gets Beat In Less Than Two Minutes, Set New Record’. Screw. That.

As she came back to reality, she was made aware of the crowd, first and foremost. More to the point, she was aware of the noise they were making, the unmistakable sound of rising cheers. That annoying little thing they did whenever one of their favorites was about to pull of some Cirque De Soleil nonsense. So she knew that she had an incoming missile to worry about, no surprise there. But where?

She got her answer when her vision cleared and she looked up to see a familiar black and purple blur heading straight towards. On a good day, she probably could’ve caught Heather, even from that high up. But she was dizzy and wobbly, her legs were having a hard enough time supporting her own weight. She could barely stand.

You know what? Forget standing altogether. Wendy felt like falling over, so she fell.

To the side.

Which meant that Heather would have a hard floor to land on instead of a soft body.

[TiefBlau]

Heather could feel how well this match was going her way. From start to now, Heather had been completely in control, and she might have even been able to really finish her off if the girl didn't have the mind to roll out of the ring after that last move. It was no matter though, all Heather had to do was come crashing down atop Wendy and just roll her back into the ring. Following that, she could just pick her apart little by little to finish this match off.

As she leaped through the air, she couldn't have known the roar of the crowd supporting her big move would give her away so much. She went straight through the air, carving an impressive arc right over the top rope, not a part of her body hitting or clipping that rope as she did. Her heart was pounding and racing, the blood pumping through her harder with her excitement that she was feeling.

It all seemed fine--until at the corner of her eye she watches Wendy just drop to the side like that, her heart skipping a beat--time feeling like it completely froze in position as her eyes widened. She couldn't stop herself at this point.

She collided hard right with the thin mats outside of the ring, the front of her body smooshing and crashing down, her chest compressing, the air knocked hard out of her lungs, leaving her nearly curled up on the mats as she groans out loudly. "A-aghu---auuuhh--" She whines out from t he impact, wincing hard from the whole thing.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t the nicest of falls for Wendy. When she toppled over, she came down right on her shoulder, sending a jolt all the way through her arm that left it tingling. On top of that, it was all just a little embarrassing, making it look like she’d avoided Heather’s attack on accident.

But it worked, so fuck it. As a nice bonus, she even got to watch Heather’s crash, though the facade meant she had to keep her laughs bottled up.

Which was a shame, because it was damn funny. All that high-flying earned the daredevil a hard landing on the floor, left her rolling and wailing, and she came down on her chest, to boot. Wendy knew from experience how much falling on your tits sucked when you actually had a good sized pair, and oh boy, was she going to have a fun time taking advantage of that.

When she got back to her feet. Which she couldn't do at the moment, despite a feverish attempt to do so.

”Oh, come-the-fuck on…” Wendy grumbled and made another failed attempt to sit up. Her body would be good to go in a few seconds, but she didn’t want to spend that time just laying on her back. Not when there was a wide open Heather she could be pummeling.

So Wendy compromised. Scooting forward on her butt, she moved close enough to Heather to put her in range of her legs. With her back still on the mat, she raised her leg up and brought her heel down for a vicious kick right on her opponent’s spine, making sure to drive in hard.

”You alright there, Ms. Heather?” She chirped through her gritted teeth as she drove the hammer down. ”Looked like a nasty fall!” And another one, just for good measure.

[TiefBlau]

Heather cursed out under her breath--a nice long streak of her offense being suddenly cut short by a single movement. The pain of crashing down onto the mats was--hard as hell, gritting her teeth to try to endure it, but she was nearly coughing and groaning out from the position that she landed in. She just squirms and wriggles a little to try to get over it, steadily trying to push herself up onto all fours.

Wendy wasn't about to let that happen though, bringing her heel down hard at her spine! The impact made her eyes widen, her body arching violently as her arms gave out immediately after the hit. She couldn't believe how quickly it had turned around..and it was even enough for Wendy to make those little comments about her fall as she took advantage.

Heather was about to respond to her words, but she would be cut off by that heel slamming down onto her back a second time, sending spittle out from Heather's mouth as the pain was just rocking all through her body up and down her spine. It send little tingling feelings through her arms to her fingertips, leaving her whining and groaning out from the deep pain she was feeling.

"A-agh...gah..s..stop--" She let out, shaking her head, clawing at the mats as she just--was desperately trying to get some kind of distance, trying to slide away from the range of those kicks.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t the ideal way to attack Heather, but it was working well enough, driving down into the high-flyer and leaving her thrashing. And, while it was more out of spite than anything else, Wendy was thinking over the long term with her kicks - the more damage she did to Heather’s back, the harder it would be for her to move in the ring, the less she’d be able to do all her acrobat crap and the more she would have to actually wrestle. It’d all pay dividends.

A good strategy. There was one problem, though.

“1!”

Yeah, that.

Wendy ground her teeth down hard at the sound of the referee’s count and looked up her way with an irritated grimace. She could’ve stayed out here all day and pummeled Heather into oblivion, but no, there was that annoying rule. If only she’d gotten an No DQ match. Should’ve pushed for one, damn it.

With a huff, she turned her attention back to Heather and gave her a quick, spiteful kick to the side of her head. ”What was that?” She managed to keep her voice saccharine, even through her groans. “Couldn't hear you!”

“2!”

”I know, I know, keep your pants on.” Wendy spat off to the side, rolled over to her chest, and crawled hard towards the ring apron, managing to get up to her hands and knees halfway through the journey. She gripped the ring apron for support and used it to pull her way up, getting back to her shaky feet.

“3!”

”Ain’t gotta yell so loud, we’re right here…”

Wendy took a deep breath, then gripped the bottom rope and pulled her way back into the ring, where she stayed on her back and continued her recuperation. As much as she wanted to win this match by clobbering Heather, she would take a countout victory if one came her way, especially with how dangerous her opponent had proven to be. Besides, she knew these bright, crowd favorite types. They’d sooner get themselves wrecked than let a match end in such a lame way. She’d make it back in, and when she did, Wendy would have enough energy to make her regret it…

[TiefBlau]

This pain rushing through her was quite a bit the risk that came with the style of wrestling that Heather took up..and the fact t hat Wendy was targeting her back with those kicks..it was going to make that style all the much harder. Her moves relied alot on her back, core, and legs..if one of those things was damaged as much as she was going for..it would cause lots of trouble for Heather for sure.

She scratched and clawed at the mat, having forgotten even herself about the whole count out thing until she heard the referee begin that count. She took a deep breath in and out, shaking her head to just try to push it all out of her mind, cursing under her breath. "Gh--get back in t--Agkh!?" Her words were cut off by that kick straight to the side of her head, the impact rocking her quite hard, jutting her to the side a little as she lie sprawled out on the mats. Her head was pounding and spinning, having to take deep breaths in and out through her teeth, shaking slight bit of nausea from the hits.

"Kkh..auh...d-damnit.." She curses out under her breath, taking in deep ones moreand more, her chest still stinging and pulsing from landing on them just earlier. That count was ringing in her ears..and her expectation of Wendy pulling her up and rolling her in the ring did not happen. She was beginning to get the feeling that this girl wasn't exactly as cheerful and pleasant as she came off at the start.

"4!"

The count continued with only Heather on the outside, shaking her head just a little as she steadily picked herself up onto her hands and knees, her decently sized chest extending out with each heavy breath she was taking, sweat dripping from her face, quite the sight for the fans who were seated right near where she was deposited.

"5!...6!...7!"

The count kept hitting her mind over and over--reminding her she needed to get back in the ring--even with her body aching and her head spinning. She just groans out loudly, pushing all she had in just thrusting herself upwards, gripping at the apron and rolling herself onto the ring on her back. The cheers from the crowd made it clear to her she had made it back in the ring, just staring at the lights for now. She would take all the time she could to just recover herself for now...but she knew she was super vulnerable for Wendy at the moment.

[BlackAkuma]

“Come on, Heather!”

“You can do it!”

“Heather! Heather!”

What a bunch of sheep.

The ringing in Wendy’s ears was gone, but she almost wished it would come back for a minute. It would save her the nausea that came from having to hear Sunderland’s fans cheer her own, whooping and hollering for their heroine to make it back to the ring. Bunch of dumbasses, just asking for the purple punk to come get her head kicked in.

Wendy rolled her eyes as the count continued and flopped over to her chest. After a deep, hard breath, she pushed against the mat and rose back to her feet, standing tall once again. Not fully recovered, but in fighting shape again, and a damn sight better than Heather was. Speaking of which…

[color=#ooooff]”Whoooo! Come on, Heather!”[/color] Wendy moved back to the side of the ring and leaned on the ropes, looking over as Heather made her way back into the ring, defying the odds and gaining the crowd’s admiration. She even clapped along with them, cheering her on. ”You got this, girl!”

And sure enough, Heather pulled it off, rolling under the ropes, resetting the count, and putting her right where Wendy wanted her.

”Hey, there.” Wendy stepped over Heather’s fallen body, eclipsing the stage lights above her. ”My turn.”

Wendy rolled her shoulders, reached down, and grabbed a handful of Heather’s long, luscious hair with one hand and her breast with the other, gripping them both tight and getting her grope on in the process. She yanked her up off the mat, ignoring the referee’s protests all the while, and pulled her into a tight front facelock..

”How’s that back feeling?” The last word had barely left her mouth before she pulled Heather’s arm over her shoulder, stomped her foot down hard, and jerked back fast, whipping Heather through the air with a snap suplex.