Pom Pom Punchers vs. the Model Wrestlers

[Fairy Dragon]

Watching the match and nearly busting a gut at Misty's failed tag, she knew Amber was going to come back at Misty hard, which her blonde friend didn't falter on. She normally would have reigned her in but this time she felt that it was better to let her go on especially since she knew that Misty didnt seem to be in much of a state to fight back. Not like she was in much of one before, but when she was tagged in Cheryl closed in on Amber's instructions and kicked her foe in the back.

"Still hanging in there Misty?" Cheryl asked before turning and looking at Hana "You stay there!" She told her before going back to Misty and pulling her up enough she could wrap her legs around her waist pulling her in into a body scissors as she also pulled her head in for a headlock. Wanting to keep Misty breathless and defenseless.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty grimaced as she heard Cheryl taunt her. She’d heard the girl laughing her ass off at ringside when Misty fumbled on the tag, and now everything was rubbing in that moment. Misty winced, realizing it was going to be a good long time before- or if, even- she ever lived this down!

“AAAHH!” Misty squealed as she felt Cheryl’s toned legs close in on her, squeezing her ribs and grinding her down. “Nnngh, no!” Misty whined, planting her hands on Cheryl’s legs to try and pry her off. However, with her own body already lacking strength, and Cheryl’s legs toned, there was likely no hope of getting free! Instead, Misty’s eyes went wide as Cheryl’s arms clamped around her head for the headlock, twisting and tucking her into a body scissor sleeper combo! Without much route of escape, Misty could only arch her spine, chest thrusting forward as she clawed uselessly into the air, looking desperately for freedom.

[Fairy Dragon]

Holding her there foe there and keeping her legs pulled down on her waist tightly making sure that she wasnt about to let her get away while the hold worked on her body before pulling her head and kept her close while choking her out. The cheerleader was smiling keeping the model so close and watching her struggle in vain in the hold that she didn't see a way out of.

"You seem to stubborn to tap out. So that wont happen here I bet. And dont worry about passing out. I'm not gonna let that happen, were going to make sure to milk it for all its worth." Cheryl said keeping her there, her legs tightly holding that waist while she made sure that the women was unable to properly get air. Holding her there for another minute and a half before she let go and actually pushed Misty off and too the ground.

[Luncha_Libre]

“NNngh! Nnnuh! Nuh-uh!” Misty protested as she was cranked deeper into the hold. Her eyes were watering, Misty’s arms flailing wildly and weakly from side to side. Her curvy body was getting squeezed hard in Cheryl’s tight grip, looking like she was about to pop.

Misty’s wide, wet eyes started to roll back in her head. Her chest heaved, looking like it was about to make her bra pop right off while she fought for air. However, true to her word, Cheryl wasn’t about to let the model pass out. At least, not just yet. Misty’s arms stopped flailing by the time Cheryl released her, and the poor girl looked like a ragdoll as she was shoved off her opponent. The second she got free, Misty sank into the mat. Her shoulders heaved as she coughed, soft pink tongue falling out from between her lips. She coughed, struggling, her trembling body clearly just waiting for Cheryl’s next punishing move!

[Fairy Dragon]

Misty seemed to be making the most of every little action, even subconsciously with the way she was posing in defeat like she was trying to make a show of it. Especially after she let her go where she laid there a cute and vulnerable it felt planned, at least for her and with the fact she was just deprived of air making things harder for her she knew that she wouldn't be trying to do much for now. Instead she would prioritize breaking her down some more and making sure she was awake for it.

"Still with us?" Cheryl checked on her, tapping her face a few times to make sure that she was still here as she would start pull her up to her knee before bending her over her knee in a back breaker. "Come on lets see how much you got in you." Cheryl pushed down on her chin, her other hand pushing on her thigh to keep her bent over her knee stretching the poor girl out more and more.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was barely awake as she lay across the mat, unaware of the show her body was making. Cheryl’s dominance was on full display, however, as the suffering model could only weakly pout and whimper in response to Cheryl’s face-tapping. Misty turned her head, looking like a pouting brat as she tried to wave Cheryl away. Misty even managed to get a hand up, swatting at Cheryl without much awareness of what was actually happening. Which, of course, would be less than ineffective as Cheryl stated to peel her off the mat!

“Wh-wha, what are you …?” Misty trailed off, feeling herself pulled up and draped over Cheryl’s knee. Misty’s eyes went wide again as she realized the move she was in. “Awww, no! No way!” Misty’s body was curved across the knee, her spine arched, her abs fully exposed and her bust thrust so high it threatened to spill out of her top! “NNNOOOOO!” Misty was cranked hard in the back breaker, her body folding into a ‘C’ as Cheryl applied pressure. Misty’s sweat sheened body shone in the lights, while her hands waived in pitiful, total futility toward her distant tag team partner!

[Fairy Dragon]

Like a child Misty was trying to wave her off, not that Cheryl paid a attention. She was having far too much fun with things as is and would try and force her over her knee, watching Misty start to come alive again when her back was stretched out as far as she could. Watching the women freak out and wave at her partner for help but Hana didn’t go out of her place most likely out of respect for the fact she wasn’t supposed to unlike most people. So that left the two of them to keep having fun.

“Sorry Misty. You had your chance and I’m not about to let you get another.” Cheryl said holding her down for a few seconds before she decided to do more then just cause her to stretch. Letting go of her thigh Cheryl let her free hand rise and drill Misty’s belly with a punch while she was stretched out. She wouldn’t stop with one though and would even try and nail a few more punches while she has her like this.

[Luncha_Libre]

"Ooooh, God! Oooh, Gawd, lemme go!" Misty moaned and whimpered as Cheryl displayed her dominance with the back breaker. The young model's body was stretched out tight in the hold, making her whimper loudly as her body was contorted helplessly. Misty kept reaching for her partner, but Hana wasn't about to stretch the rules for an illegal tag. Instead, the muscular gravure girl would sink her face into her hands, and sigh.

"N-not fair!" Misty would whimper, as Cheryl let up on her. These were the first words the model could muster, and they did her no good. Instead, Cheryl drive an elbow into Misty's belly, making her cry out and double over. "Aaaaagh!" Misty screamed, body folding in as Cheryl slammed her belly. Misty tuned the tender flesh, taking blood after blow to her belly. The model had a very well-exercised tummy, and she was not used to being punished for it. Still, shoot after shot, Misty couldn't help but cry out, and hope her foe would show dinner mercy!

[Fairy Dragon]

The match was reaching an apex with Cheryl and Amber content to show off everything they had on the model who was tough enough to Doty’s take it. Cheryl saw her opponents psttner and felt bad, who knew what being forced to watch this had to feel like. But this was a match not a friendly game, Cheryl wanted to win and keeping Misty away helped with that. Her strikes worked the body of the model as her stretched out belly was slowly worked over until Cheryl finally decided it was enough and let her go.

“Im missing the fairness. We came prepared, we also know how to tag out.” Cheryl added in as she pushed Misty off her. The model seemed to be at her limits so she’d have to start working on finishing things from here on out. Pulling her up and going to toss her into her corner so they could wrap up the match.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaugh! Oooh! Aaarggghhhh!” Misty’s screams grew more and more miserable with every elbow strike Cheryl delivered to her. The model was suffering badly, each blow to her exposed belly knocking more and more air out of her, making her increasingly pititful and helpless. Misty seemed powerless to stop this, however, her arms flailing above her head, her toned abs exposed to as much punishment as Cheryl felt like dishing out. Misty couldn’t help but whimper, thinking of how pathetic she must look, draped out across the cheerleader’s knee with her belly left wide open to attack!

“OOF!” Misty grunted, as Cheryl shoved her off. The model scrambled to her hands and knees, but couldn’t get much further than that. The beating she’d taken left Misty struggling to cover any ground at all, even just fumbling around on her hands and knees in front of Cheryl and Amber. So, Misty was easy prey as Cheryl hoisted her up, and slammed her into the corner.

“HHNG!” Mistry grunted, back hitting the turnbuckle. “D-damn …” Misty groaned, her body drawn long and lean against the ring post. To all the fans in attendance, and to poor Hana in the corner, it looked like the match was nearing an end. To Misty, however, all she could think of was that she needed to flee. Without thinking, the model threw her hands into Cheryl’s chest, trying to push the more powerful girl off, looking to escape before it was too late!