Heather Sunderland vs Cal Salvatore

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Anything Goes
Victory by Pinfall/Submission/KO

Heather had been fuming with the little interaction she had with this man on Twitter. She was quite easily worked up with the things he said, and she wanted nothing more than to just rip into him little by little in this match. She was..slightly worried she set herself up for something a little bad with her Anything Goes ruling, but she wasn't about to go back on it. She wanted any chance she could get in doing whatever she could to get at him.

Her music plays over the speakers, Heather making her way out onto the stage area, her eyes narrowed as she made her way down t he ramp, dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini top over that, black baggy pants, and black boots. She took a deep breath in and out, making her way fully down before sliding into the ring shortly after.

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She moved to the center of the ring, stretching her legs out a little before looking up to the entrance, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

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Cal soon followed after. There were a lot of boos, but there was the few attracted women who swooned, as the man stood in his tight speedos. The muscular brute was looking forward to getting his hands, and other parts, on her. He grinned at Heather, coming down the ramp and climbing into the ring.

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He met her in the middle of the ring. "Ready for my dick?" Cal taunted. The ref got between them, telling them to both wait for the bell.

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Heather clicked her tongue in her frustration as he made his way down to the ring, Heather tapping her foot a couple times, glaring hard as he taunted her like that, going on about his dick already. She clicked her tongue in her frustration, tapping her foot a couple times before finally she just got her arms up in the ready.

"You can keep that thing in your trunks. I'm kicking your ass all over this ring and you're gonna be BEGGING me to forgive you by the end of it" She let out in her anger, fuming, clenching her fists tightly.

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"Ha...I agree. You're gonna be blowing me so much, I'll be begging for a break!" Cal smirked. By the end of this match, Heather would be nude and succumb to his advances. The bell dinged. Cal began circling Heather, his arms out, ready to grapple. "Really shouldn't have said 'Anything Goes'...now I get to make you my sexpet!" He said, trying to find a good opening to grapple the purple haired beauty.

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Heather grit her teeth hard, shaking her head in her frustration as they moved in for the start of the match. She went to the center of the ring with him--before she just leaped up right at the start. She wasn't about to let him get his hands on her right away--starting it out by trying to just--leap into the air and dropkick him in the chest!

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Cal chuckled, knowing he was getting under her skin. He easily dodged the dropkick, then looked down at her, laying on the floor after missing her mark. "Ah, that's cute..." Cal teased, then gave the purple haired vixen a good kick in her ribs. The crowd groaned from the hit. The brute would then reach down to grab Heather's hair, hoping to haul her up for some more fun.

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Heather yelped out as she ended up missing the kick, cursing underneath her breath before she felt him grip at her hair. "Agh!! You--gugh!?!?" Her eyes widened as that kick slammed right into her ribs, making her cough out roughly, doubling over a little. She groaned out in frustration, wriggling and writhing as she was pulled upwards, squirming as she was trying to pull herself back.

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Cal was gonna bring her back to her feet, but then had a thought. He left her seated. "How about a preview?" The muscled brute said, laying back, then wrapped his legs around her head. Cal would begin to choke her with his legs, but soon, he'd reposition, moving his crotch near her face. "Yeah, get a good look..." Cal taunted, then began to grind his covered dick and balls in her face. Heathers fans booed him.

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Heather yelped out loudly as he locked his legs around her head, groaning and whining out loudly in her frustration. She pulled and pried at his thighs--until he squeezed her head further in--her eyes widening as her face was shoved up against his crotch. His bulged smooshed into her face, earning loud muffled whines and yells from the hardcore high-flying girl.

She kicked her legs a bunch, hitting and prying at his thighs desperately as the humiliating heat and scent hit her senses, feeling him rub and grind up into her face "MMGMGPMH!! mmmphh!!" She yelled out loudly still, desperately struggling to pull out of it!

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As he grinded, he light out some light moans, chuckling as she let out muffled protests. He was enjoying every second of this, and he hadn't even peaked yet. Cal knew Heather would break out from this rather humiliating hold soon, so he would try to strip her. The chad grabbed her mesh shirt and bra, trying to rip them both.