Kat Hart vs Spectre — Mat Room Match

[Monsy]

Her eyes darted from fist, to Kat, to herself, then again in a loop. The colour flushed. Her emotions stayed numb, but her body knew the incoming. Her stomach flexed and her legs had a shiver. She made one jerk to the side, then growled, "You little fucking--"

The fist sank in.
She saw a flash of red, then went black.

"UUUGHHHH--" Her voice screeched in a wheezed out scream. The agony was worse than a low blow. Her stomach was deformed into a crater of soft flesh matched to Kat's fist, the inner-parts getting another shade of red. She felt almost ran through. Her spine had even made a cracking noise at the wall. And the effect it had on her was like a punt to the temple. Everything hurt at once. Her body went stiff and limp. Her knees banged together. Her tense shoulders went loose and her head became loose, wobbled. "--HUGHH" Then a reciprocal grunt sounded her now tipping frame. Like unplugging a bot, her lights became vacant as she dropped towards her knees. But then she was caught. Pushed up. Spectre jerked. "Die. Shut up and die." She hacked, she wheezed, heck--she even had a line of drool going on.

"C-C-Come on... M-My--ffff-ff-face is-ish-is r-right h-h-h-h--here..." A second later, another flesh-cratering wet smack deformed gut deformed again. This time, she started sweat more beads. "hHhOOoooghh!!! M-mother of r-r-rats..." The pain had squared. Her eyes now shed earnest tears as her senses overloaded and she keeled over. Again her knees locked. "f-f-f-ff--f-fuh-huh..." Her lips twitched, unable to cry out from how tight Kat's fist locked her diaphragm down that it suffocated. Then it strike a third time. "M-MY INSIDES!!" Her voice tone almost evaporated entirely, making her tone a pathetic empty wheeze.

Her sweaty back now hung against the wall. Her footing spread as she leaned back, chin into her collar as her dumb-founded eyes stared vacantly at Kat with lines of spit at both corners. When Kat charged, she felt only the twinge of woozy headache and hardly the awareness to do anything but tremble. Then she was a pancake. Her head tipped to the ceiling, tongue out, eyes bulged with bloodshot eyes and a wad of spit flung into the air. "AAAAAGGGggghhhhhhh..." Kat's abs squished her soft belly into paste. She felt the bruise, the pain reach a limit, then dark spots as her voice faded.

She slid down the wall. She landed on her ass, legs folded in then spread in either direction. Her arms lay trapped behind while her chin was against her collar. One eye had rolled up while the other stared into the ceiling. Her body shimmered from the sweat of her stress, then bruises of red and growing purple cores were dotting her with the indent of knuckles still wedged into it. Purple streaks dotted down her cheeks while her mouth hung ajar with leftover spit.

Ded

[winner3]

Despite coming into the match with a cold entrance, effortlessly laying out a LAW staffer and calling out the famed Super Kitty, the callous, cloaked woman was now laid out in a heap at the foot of the wall! Multiple big blows to the ab window of her leotard and a big splash against the wall saw Spectre laid up, passed out, and indisposed at the feet of the legendary luchadora!

"Phew!" Hart wiped her brow for slight comedic effect.

"You know, I might feel bad for her and her insides if she didn't, you know, jump me, undermine me, and threaten me and the good I'm trying to do for people with The Hart Foundation, you know?" The brawny blonde cocked her hip to the side and motioned to the referee.

"I mean, her begging and pleasing was pretty convincing. Ehhhh, she'll probably speed more obscenities and accuse me of brand shilling if I keep talking. C'mere, spicy girl!" Kat stopped herself from contemplating further. She unfurled the cape such that it no longer bound the smaller wrestler's arms.

From here, Hart looked to grab the girl by the ankles and pull her away from the foot of the wall. Kat would look to bend her opponent and bring the ankles of the ragdolled redhead up by her head, folding her up into a nice, high stack!

"Ref, you ready? You can take your time. She's not going anywhere." Kat would smile at the referee and then wink at the cameras as she settled in! The luchadora leaned forward and gripped both of Spectre's ankles tightly. Kat's wide hips and chiseled glutes docked against Spectre's hips as she widened her stance, pinned the girl by putting her in a rather compromising position!

"ONE....!" The striped shirt girl would call out if things went Kat's way.

"That's good. Nice and slow now...." Kat nodded along with the first count.

"TWO.....!" The official would continue

"TH-" But just a hair before three, The Super Kitty would do the unthinkable and roll Spectre's torso slightly to the side, pulling her opponent's shoulder up off the deep blue mats beneath them!

"Ohhh, look at that! I'm not done with her yet! The fans want to see more! And I want her to make good on her offer to leave The Hart Foundation alone. You'll do that for me if I put you out gently, won't you, Spectre?" Kat would pat the girl on the cheek to try to rouse her a bit and draw a response from her. In a rare and stunning display, Kat Hart chose to make sure Spectre's treachery was repaid in spades rather than let her get off easy with a quick, one-sided loss!

[Monsy]

Spectre's head bumped the wheel on the way down.

"I don't wannnaaaa..."

Her voice groaned through the stupor fog. She was practically not even present. Just a floating dream state with echoing sermons padding her ear in the short space between them. Having slid across the floor, her arms were thus fanned out and wound up stretched over-head.

The lycra running between her legs pulled taut against her groin when folded. Hamstrings ached. Her lip shrivelled with discomfort till she was planted firm and then locked by Kat's own hips pushing into her butt till the cheeks mushroomed and she was being slowly pressed flat.

"Huuuughhhhh..." The rest of her voice was squeezed out in an increasingly high pitch squeak. The end sounded like a mouse. Then when the referee dropped down, she peeped their hand slap the canvas on the count of ONE!

Just faint peeks that showed her shadows and multiples. Kat, the referee. Their faces made her sick."Nn-No..." Her voice croaked. Her body tried to flex. Assert itself underneath and wedge anything off the ground. She tried to lift her hands but that weren't easy when the direction UP was scrambled and she merely made it flop. "Sss-stop... c-counting..." Then TWO was struck. She can feel the line of spittle from her mouth finally touch the floor.

RAISED before the final? RIGHT before her kickout too. Her world may have jerked awake, but Kat's mouth kept running like it never stopped. Then patting her cheek forced growls from the back of her throat. She nipped and attempted to bite whatever came close to her face.

"Pin yourself!"