Edith landed flush across Angel’s torso, her shooting star press flattening the blonde beneath her. The audience roared and Angel’s legs gave a helpless twitch—as Edith slid off him to one knee, brushing her pink hair out of her face with a slow, confident sweep. She glanced at Jamie to make sure the boy wasn't trying anything, before then watching the blonde boy try to roll weakly onto his side. “We're not done hun~.” she murmured, reaching forward and hooking her fingers into the waistband of his tights. She get into a squat position, and with reletive ease, would deadlift Angel upward, lifting his hips clean off the mat. Her grip on his tights left one of his cheeks bare with the other covered up.
Planting her sneakers, Edith would show off a bit, preforming a slow squat, Edith dipped her hips, before then twisting around and driving him down with a thunderous jackhammer. But Edith didn’t stay grounded with him—instead she used the recoil from the slam to tumble into a smooth, graceful cartwheel that brought her back to standing position, all so she could then jump into the air and slam both her feet right into Angel's heart covered chest with a dropkick, hitting the applejack buster!
Angel lay sprawled on the mat with his arms flopped out to his sides, as Edith stalked toward him with a calm, almost businesslike slow step. She grabbed him by the head and dragged him back toward center ring. Once she had him in place, Edith lift him to a seated position, before wrapping her legs tight around his head, glancing around the ring as the crowd cheered for what was coming next,as she then snapped her legs closed in a tight, airtight headscissor.
“Just relax, dear,” Edith hummed sweetly, comically petting the boys head, before reaching down and grabbing him by the ankle, bending it toward his back in an excruciating stump puller. With his ankle in her grasp and his head trapped between her thighs, she gave a slow squeeze, before casually falling down to her back, locking in the hold!
Edith would casually stretch the boy in the hold, a calm smug look on her face as the boy was stretched out in the stump puller, stretching him out in the brutal and somewhat humiliating hold. It was espically humiliating as due to Angel deciding to wear tights that showed off a lot of his curvy cheeks, it meant that only a few moments into the stretch and his pants would end up riding up as Edith cranked his leg higher. The stretch forced his hips off the mat, and with the fabric tugged upward, Angel’s snug thong-clad booty peeked into view, Edith accidnetally giving the crowd quite the view as she stretched out angel in the stump puller!
