Heather Sunderland vs Marlee Jackson

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Heather couldn't help but snicker just slightly at her reaction, the things she was saying to her making her let out a long breath, pleased she was able to take her down to this level. She wiggled her hips just a little, adding to the pain and pressure of the hold she had the girl in as she slid her hands backwards on the mat.

She pressed down against the mat, pushing at it to lift her hips up and off the canvas, arching her body in an attempt to bend her head forward, jolting it a bit with her movements, trying to put as much strain on that head and neck of hers as she could in the scissor hold, taking in and out sharp breaths through her teeth. "Nnnhhh..just..take it as it is! You're mine!"

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Marlee struggled as best she could, trying to arch her back off up the ground, but with Heather behind her she had no real leverage to counter the woman's powerful headscissor. Her cheeks were beginning to redden as she battled for breath, her hands grasping at Heather's strong thighs in desperation.

The buxom Kiwi shook her head defiantly as Heather mocked her predicament, even as her head was pressed painfully forward by the lighter woman's arching body.

"Nghhhh..." Marlee moaned. "No... get... off!" The heavyweight tried to roll onto her side to stop Heather's attempts to shove her head forward, trying to use her bodyweight to her advantage and drag Heather along with her to lessen the pressure of the headscissor.

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Heather shook her head at her complaints and her telling her to get off. She was refusing as much as she could, trying to nearly dig her nails into the canvas to try and stop her movements. "Hmph..nngh.." She twist a little to add a bit more pressure, but as she was shoving her head forward, she couldn't stop her from slipping onto her side.

She cursed out, her scissor hold loosened quite a bit from her movements, shaking her head in her frustration. She was losing her grip on Marlee and that was pretty clear. Instead of just stubbornly holding on, Heather finally broke the hold, pushing herself up onto her feet.

"Shoulda just stayed right there" She let out, pulling her foot back, trying to bring it in hard and kick at Marlee's lower back as she lie on her side.

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In this instance, Marlee's size and strength saved her from further punishment. Turning and twisting with all her might she was able to drag her smaller opponent with her, loosening the grip around her head and pulling Heather onto her side as well. The grip finally released as Heather could no longer keep Marlee in place, leaving the curvy Kiwi lying on her side, gasping for breath. She tried to fill her lungs again, but was oblivious as her opponent stood. She heard Heather's words, but couldn't react in time to stop the other wrestler from following up her advantage.

"Aiiiieegh!" Marlee squealed as Heather's kick slammed into the base of her spine, instantly erasing the relief she'd felt after escaping the headscissor. The busty New Zealander rolled onto her front, one hand clutching her back where the blow had struck. In desperation she tried to crawl forward, reaching for the rope with her free hand, hoping to both stop Heather from following up, and use the rope to drag herself back to her feet.

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The satisfying blunt sound of her kick hitting Marlee's lower back was just hammering into Heather's mind the advantage she had over her right now. She bit her lip, eyeing the girl as she moved to reach for the ropes, crawling towards them. She looked at the ref before back at Marlee, going to her legs and reaching down, attempting to grab at both of her ankles.

"No no you don't! You're not getting away from me!" She let out, trying to yank Marlee firmly back into the center of the ring. She didn't want any of her offensive stopped, and chopping the girl down to size was what she had to do here. She tried to keep her grip on Marlee's right leg, moving around and attempting to just jam the heel of her boot hard into her calf on her right leg!

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Marlee reached for the rope in desperation, her spine throbbing from the impact of Heather's kick, but the other woman had no intention of letting her escape so easily. A cry of dismay escaped her lips as she felt Heather grab her ankles and wrench her back away from the safety of the ropes, dumping the reeling heavyweight in the centre of the ring where she would be helpless to escape.

She wriggled and writhed, but Heather clung on, taking a firm grip on Marlee's right ankle. She tried to pull her leg loose, but she only managed one tug before Heather mashed a heel agonizingly into her right calf!

"AIIIGHH!" she squealed, her torso flopping flat to the canvas as the pain jolted her. She flapped aimlessly with her arms trying dislodge Heather's grip, kicking back with her free leg in an attempt to get loose from the hold.

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Heather stepped back a little after slamming that stomp right into her calf, watching Marlee kick and squirm in response, nodding her head a couple times. This was definitely going well for her at this point, she just had to keep on picking the girl apart bit by bit.

"Right, don't even think it's anywhere near over. There's no way I'm letting you slip out of this." She kept on her, moving to step on her chest as she walked over her, wanting to knock the air out of her a little before going for her next move if she could. She headed straight to the corner afterwards.

Climbing to the top rope, she took a deep breath in and out--before just leaping right off it towards her. She flipped her body, attempting to come crashing down onto Marlee with a top rope Senton Bomb!

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"Nnghhhh!" Marlee spluttered as Heather walked deliberately over her, shoving a foot into her ample bust and driving the wind from her, forcing her flat to the canvas. Stunned by the smaller woman's flurry of offence, Marlee sagged to the canvas, groaning, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to get her breath back.

In doing so, however, she failed to keep an eye on Heather until it was too late. All the air she had gathered in was abruptly blasted out of her as the other wrestler came crashing down across her body in a Senton Bomb!

"OUUGHHHHH!" Marlee cried, totally winded by the impact. Her arms and legs rose briefly before thumping back to the canvas and she slumped there beneath Heather, moaning faintly in shock and pain after the quick turn the match had taken.

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Heather basked in the lovely sensation she had of soaring through the air, something she always enjoyed. It was the reason she worked herself into being quite the well known high-flyer. Sometimes it cost her, but this time, it paid off. She winced hard as she collided with Marlee, taking a sharp breath through her teeth before sitting up and grinning wide.

"Still with me, Marlee??" She let out, snickering just a little as she climbed over the girl. She crawled up her body, spinning herself around before pushing her self back a little. She tried to just push her butt firmly back into Marlee's face, attempting to lock her firmly in a reverse facesit hold, a wide grin on her face all the while

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The flurry of offence from Heather left Marlee reeling, her voluptuous frame lying in a helpless heap with Heather on top of her, the smaller woman having thoroughly taken control. She heard her opponent's mocking quip and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Shut... up you-MMPHHHGHHHH!" Marlee's attempt at a respoinse was quickly cut off as Heather shimmed up the body of the buxom New Zealander and pivoted around, wasting no time in thrusting her pert backside squarely back into Marlee's face in a reverse face sit smother!

Marlee's eyes went wide with shock, her cry of dismay muffled by Heather's rear. Her hips jerked weakly, legs slithering over the canvas as she struggled but she was still weak and in pain from the crushing impact of the earlier Senton Bomb! For the moment, Marlee was going nowhere, forced to fight for breath through the suffocating embrace of Heather's ass!