Ella Albright vs Hilda Valentine Goneril; Normal Match to One Fall
Ella giggles as she appears at the top of the ramp to the opening chords of her theme song. She smiles eagerly in her blue spandex outfit and begins skipping down to the ring excitedly to mild cheers from the crowd, her breasts and booty jiggling as she does. She had heard the last name of her opponent before but was trying to remember where as she rolled inside the ring. She pops up to her feet and walks over to her corner thinking to herself Goneril, Goneril Goneril Goneril... where had I heard that before.
Ella reaches her corner and waves to the crowd. She takes off her belt before turning around and bouncing in her corner eager for her opponent to arrive. Outfit
Hilda Goneril was very particular about who she fought; limited skill and experience, unathletic, and preferably smaller than her. The more criteria checked off by a potential opponent, the better. So then why was Hilda fighting Ella Albright? A woman with over 150 matches to her name, a body that seemed at least decently impressive at a glance, and roughly 20 pounds on the pinkette to boot. Well Hilda still had to keep up appearances. She could make it too obvious that she was padding her resume chock full of tiny jobbers or else her family would be right back down her neck. So she kept her eye on the Middleweight division for potential targets, just in case.
And what a target Ella was. That baseball season's worth of matches mentioned before? Not only were they all at the scholastic amateur lever, the blonde had just barely managed to maintain a 33% win rate across those fights. Which by Hilda's quick mental math, was roughly equal to, "this chick is going to get her butt whooped damn near every time as a pro." Music
Hilda's music came on, and she made her entrance out from backstage. She walked slowly out to the ring, waving to the crowd, swaying her hips, and bouncing her boobs to captivate the crowd. There was no need for her to run if she could make the crowd plead for her to go as slowly as possible after all. But once Hilda did get to the ring, she bent herself down onto the rope as she stepped over it. Giving one side of the crowd a great view of her ass, and to the other side, her cleavage as the pinkette made her entrance into the ring. Hilda
"Hey there!" Hilda greeted once she was finally done showing off for the crowd. "You know, I've definitely seen the name 'Albright' browsing through shopping catalogues from Europe. Any chance that's you?" Much like Ella was being recognized for her parent's business, if the blonde did place the name Goneril, then it would most likely be from Hilda's brother, Holst.
Ella turned to look up the ramp as her opponent made her entrance and realized where she had heard the name before almost immediately. She's Holst Goneril's sister! She blushed as she watched the pink-haired cutie bounce her way out to the ring, and kept her eyes transfixed on Hilda as the smaller wrestler showed off for the crowd, feeling a little star struck.
Ella is snapped back to reality as Hilda calls out to her and responds in a rushed but cheerful voice. "Hello! Yeah I would be a member of those Albrights! Are you related to Holst Goneril? Also you're really pretty. Also good luck, an-" *DING* The ring bell abruptly cuts off Ella's speech and she raises her arms and giggles before walking out to the middle of the ring.
Woah, Hilda thought as her eyes went wide and she took a half step back when Ella started bum rushing her with comments and questions. But the pinkette decided to answer back, "Cool! Yes. Thanks, you too!"DING"Well, let's get going!" Even Hilda felt a bit of the blonde's enthusiasm rubbing off on her, as she surprised herself a bit with how energetically she responded to the bell.
When Hilda walked out to the center of the ring, she kept her arms lax at her sides. Then when she was about a step and half away from Ella, she would lower her shoulder and burst forward, trying to take the German down with a shoulder tackle. After that, Hilda would turn and roll onto her back, setting herself at Ella's legs. There she would grab one of the blonde's legs with her own legs, the other with her arms, and then beginning stretching them apart with a powerful Banana Split. And Hilda being Hilda, with Ella's leg that she held in her arms, the pinkette would pull it up behind her head so that she could use it as a pillow.
”Ugh!” Ella grunts loudly as Hilda suddenly steps into her with a shoulder tackle. The blonde lands hard on her back and groans before letting out a loud yelp as she feels Hilda start to coil herself around her legs.
Ella sits up as Hilda applies the banana split and grabs her opponent’s clothes, tugging on them. She grimaces in pain as her legs are pulled further apart by her powerful opponent before letting out a second loud yelp as Hilda maneuvers the Heiress’s legs to use as a pillow.
“Urgh!” Ella grunts, one eye closed as she grimaces in pain from the hold. She begins trying to use her butt to scootch to the ropes
Hilda successfully throws Ella off of her timing and connects the shoulder tackle. After that, locking in the Banana Split is practically effortless. Just how Hilda likes it. She has the blonde, yelping, grunting, and grimacing, but she hasn't started screaming quite yet. Guess she's got some resilience, Hilda thought.
Soon after, Hilda noticed that she was moving, ever so slightly, towards the edge of the ring. Ella was trying to make an escape. The lazy Lightweight didn't want to have to wrestle Ella down again, even with as easy as it had been the first time, so she figured that she should probably do something before the blonde made it to the ropes.
Hilda would unwrap her legs from around Ella's leg so that she could stand up and pull the German away from the ropes. She would try to take Ella out to the center of the ring, turn her over onto her stomach, and then sit down on the blonde's back and lock her in a Single Leg Boston Crab. "Easy, simple, and strong," Hilda said as she used her power to pull Ella's leg back to where her foot was hovering just above her head. "That's how I like my holds!"
“Ahhhhh…” Ella lets out a huge deep breath as Hilda lets go of her legs, but before she can take any advantage of this newfound freedom Ella is pulled back into the middle of the ring by her pink haired opponent, pulling on her now sore legs again.
Ella grunts as she is rolled over on to her front. Acting quickly she starts to push her way up only for Hilda to take a seat on her back. ”Ack!” she yelps as she is squished against the canvas
Ella suddenly hears a loud POP in her back and she lets out a brief screech as Hilda bends her in the half crab. Her body becomes almost an O-Shape with how far she is bent and she tries to use her arms to push herself up
When Hilda heard a pop and a scream, she got real nervous, "Oh crap, did I just break something?" She let up, but when Ella didn't start screaming, crying, or submitting, and in fact kept on trying to fight, the pinkette figured that it probably wasn't anything too serious. What was serious was that the German pushed herself up and made a lot of progress towards the ropes while Hilda wasn't applying pressure.
Hilda didn't feel like dragging Ella back to the center of the ring again, so she decided to switch to a different hold. The American would let Ella's leg go and turn around on her back so that she was facing the same direction as the blonde. Hilda would then grab Ella's arms and then scoot back off of her until she slid over the Albright booty and was sitting between her legs.
Once Hilda had gotten to this position, she would stretch her legs forward, planting her feet into the middle of Ella's back while pulling back on her arms to lock in a Surfboard Stretch. "Aw man, now this hold has me thinking about being at the beach," Hilda said as she began to envision herself sun tanning the day away instead of being in a wrestling ring.
Hilda’s laziness really shown through in her holds, as in they were always half measures. This surfboard stretch was no different.
Ella grimaced in pain as she found herself in another submission. She’s really strong! Ella thinks to herself as her body is stretched out and her Leotard is strained BUT I CAN COMEBACK!
Ella struggles and stretches her legs out desperately trying to reach the ropes her toes, coming ever closer to that safe haven. Ella lets out a loud yell and with a final push manages to get her foot on the ropes
Hilda's mighty Goneril thighs were putting in work as they bent Ella's back further and further. The German swung her leg out in front of her, lowering herself a couple inches, but not really impacting the pinkette. Hilda saw that Ella was trying to reach for the bottom rope. She wasn't sure if the blonde had the reach to make it, but she didn't think that she did. So Hilda didn't want to bother adjusting or switching yet another hold.
Hilda's choice not to ensure the proper ring positioning for her hold would cost her, as while Ella did come up short at first, she managed to pull herself forwards against Hilda's hold just barely enough to get the ball of her foot up onto the rope for a break. "Ahh, not bad. Not bad," Hilda said, trying to mask her irritation at letting Ella loose. "How about you come at me this time? The American decided that this time, she would just use her strength to muscle her way through whatever Albright would try to attack her with.
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