Last Drunk Girl Standing Match: Dawn McDowell vs Betty West [D]

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty didn’t take long to realize that her hold was mostly what was keeping poor Dawn on her feet. The body shots took their toll, knocking the wind out of Dawn as she battered her ample boobs, bouncing those bountiful bosoms about while Betty banged into them again and again.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Betty said, relenting on the knee strikes and shifting her grip to a side headlock. Betty surveyed the ring, looking to end this as now. She held Dawn firmly, pressing the girl’s cheek firmly up against her own perky chest, keeping her tucked firm and snug against her warm body. Looking to her own corner, Betty saw some waiting booze and knew exactly how she wanted to end this. Knowing that the match couldn’t end on a DQ, Betty could just go for her favorite move, one she was confident would put a cozy end to this bout.

Pulling Dawn along, letting the girl bounce alongside her, Betty went to the corner where the booze was waiting, and grabbed a drink. Grinning, she took the bottle and started pouring it down Dawn’s waiting throat!

“Time to get white girl wasted, Dawn!” Betty called out, upending the drink down Dawn’s throat before tossing the bottle aside. Then, Betty shifted her grip one more time, tucking Dawn’s chin against her shoulder, and delivering her signature cutter to the poor girl!

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn found herself disoriented by the terrible pain resonating within her heavy, bouncing tits. Betty had battered them like speed bags with her knee strikes! It was easy to see the damage Betty had caused since the top half of her leotard hung from her waist. Her pale boobs were marred with red marks where they'd been struck!

"Ohhhh---" She whined as her arms came up to cradle her breasts, holding them gingerly as Betty swung her into a side headlock!

She was defenseless and drooling, her saliva coating Betty's chest. Her gaping mouth was the perfect receptacle for the bottle of booze that Betty had secured. Mindless and beaten, Dawn drank the liquid as soon as it touched the back of her throat in desperate gulps. She couldn't do it fast enough, leaving her sputtering and spilling some of the drink down her clutched-bosom. The trail of alcohol flowed neatly into her ample cleavage.

And then the world went black...

Dawn never saw Betty's Cutter coming. She didn't even make a sound as it struck. She'd been disabled by pain and drink. Her legs could barely keep her up before her chin ricocheted off Betty's shoulder. She was launched backwards bonelessly and hit the canvas with a resistanceless *thump*.

She didn't move save for the swell of her tits as her lungs functioned autonomously and the occasional twitch of a misfiring nerve.

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty watched Dawn’s jiggling, bouncing body, finding it hard not to be transfixed. The young brawler instead focused on going through her own motions, getting the buxom girl in position to take her drink, then take the cutter that Betty was confident would get her the win, if she could connect with it!

Betty looked at her bouncing, slick-wet cleavage as she leapt up into the air, Dawn’s chin tucked against her shoulder, then felt the shock of it slamming into her shoulder. A charge ran up her spine, from her tailbone hitting the mat as she dropped for the stunner, all the way up to Dawn with her bouncing breasts pressed up against Betty’s back. She released Dawn, watching the spray of suds from the poor girl as she fell back. Dawn turned to look over her opponent. Normally, Betty would have scrambled for a cover, here, but held back. Dawn was down, and now it was just time to see if she was out for the count, finally.

The ref started counting, while Betty sat on her cute little butt, grinning. Looking over Dawn’s body, still jiggling a little but otherwise motionless, and she felt almost bad. The girl had tried her best, and this was how she wound up. Betty took a deep breath, part of her hoping that Dawn was sensible enough to stay down …

“ONE! TWO! … THREE! … FOUR!” The ref was counting, and the crowd chanted with her. Betty remained seated in the center of the ring, raising her fingers along with the count. She motioned to the ringside crew to throw her a drink, anticipating a celebratory chug.

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn had fought terribly. She had entered the ring with no skill and no potential. And the result could never have been anything but this. And yet... She had put her heart into this contest, admittedly, thanks to some liquid courage.

She was left belly up on the canvas. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic. Her eyes were open and glassy. And her mouth hung wide as saliva trickled from it. Her legs were spread in front of Betty. Her soft, sweat glistened inner thighs parted and presented her lycra-hugged womanhood to Betty. The only thing awake about her were the perky hardened nipples on her bare breasts, the result of the last bits of adrenaline in her system.

She hadn't put up a good fight. Not really. But there was no denying that she looked delicious in defeat. Unstirring, she was the perfect ryona doll that she was always destined to become.

The ref's count continued. And Dawn hadn't the slightest clue...

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty went to her corner to grab another drink. She kept an eye on Dawn. Not to see if she was going to suddenly kip up. There was clearly no chance of that happening, the girl was out cold and Betty knew what it looked like when a gal needed to sleep one off. Betty took a swig, and used her free hand to count along with the ref.

”Five! Six! Seven … Eight!”

No, Betty kept one eye open on Dawn because there was a lot there to take in. The poor girl had fought her best, and now she was laid out on the mat in all her glory. Having gotten intimately familiar with Dawn and the various parts of that curvaceous body over the course of the match, Betty was transfixed on the show. That outfit of hers looked like it could give up at any second, and Betty was powerless not to stare.

”Nine! Ten!”

The crowd erupted, and that was the end of it. Betty raised her drink up high, as the ref raised her hand. That was it, Betty West had just won her Japanese wrestling debut! It wasn’t one of those five-star classics, but it had been a fun bout. Betty looked Dawn over as the cheers filled the arena. Betty couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl. She got down on her haunches by Dawn’s face, and caressed it.

“You okay there, sweetie?” Betty asked, downing the rest of her beer. “Poor thing …”

[SuckerPunch]

The count very well could have gone on for twenty or thirty before Dawn would have responded. It took at least that long before Betty knelt beside her. And even then she only stirred as her cheek was grazed.

"Unn... What happened?" She muttered as she blinked rapidly. The question would likely go unanswered due to the clarity of the situation. She'd been in a match. And she'd lost. Again.

"I..." She frowned as she looked past Betty towards the big screen. She could see herself laid out and half naked. It seemed as though Ms. West had knocked her sober enough to take measure of her bare breasts and spread legs. She thought about covering up... But didn't seem to have the strength to do the deed.

"Was I good? ...In the match I mean?" The question was asked innocently enough. She couldn't remember much. But she smelled of alcohol. Gosh. Things never went well when that was involved.

Slowly she brought her hands up to the one caressing her cheek. She clutched it firmly, sincerely. "T-thanks for the match Ms. West!"

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty was grinning ear to ear while the fans cheered, eager to celebrate her first victory as a real, professionally professional wrestler. She felt bad for Dawn, but the time for brawling was over, and now things could take on a much more chill tone. Or not, depending on how things went ...

Betty looked up and down and took in the full sight of Dawn, nearly passed out and almost completely naked. Betty stared admiringly at the buxom cutie sprawled out in the center of the ring, all pouty and defeated but no less sexy.

Betty put a finger to her lip as she sized up Dawn, and grinned. She walked between the curvy cutie’s legs, which were already splayed out for her, and listened as the girl asked her questions and thanked her for the match. Then, Betty kicked up a leg, around Dawn, and dropped on top of her!

“Poor thing,” Betty said, trying to swipe away from wet locks from Dawn’s face. She leaned in hard, then kissed Dawn’s forehead. “You did your best! And from where I’m sitting, your best looked pretty good! I mean, I’m still tasting you, so you definitely got your shots in!”

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn's heavy breasts rose and sank with her breathing. Her nipples stood erect, even if the rest of her was incapable of such a feat. A result of the cool recycled air of the arena and the adrenaline that had mostly, but not entirely, dumped out of her system.

Dawn's eyes followed Betty as she stepped in between her legs. Or at least tried to. The world was spinning from all of the drinks. And laying flat on her back while staring up at the lights wasn't doing her any favors. 'Ohn..." She let out a little whimper as her moment of clarity subsided and she relapsed into her... Buzz.

"Oof!" She let out a cute huff of air as Betty dropped down upon her. It wasn't a brutal combat maneuver, but her body was battered. Her arms and legs flopped gently before falling weightlessly back to the canvas. Her soft breasts jiggled from the motion. It was that movement that stood out most in her mind and made her blush.

Her eyes gently slid closed as Betty caressed her face. The soft, kind touch felt good after all of the violence. "Mmmn..." Was the first sound she made after pulling air back into her lungs. "That'sh nice."

Betty's kiss caused her eyes to flutter. And when they opened, they had a clear view of Ms. West's chest. Her former opponent's beautiful body blocked out the arena lights. Stopped the room from spinning. "Tashting..?" She slurred absentmindedly as she couldn't pull her hazy gaze away from the cowgirl's cleavage. Half-drunk. Half-something else.

"You smell nice!" She responded before giggling and biting her lip.

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty slid over her fallen opponent, letting herself sink into the buxom woman as she took deep, heavy breaths. Dawn’s body was warm with the effort of having wrestled, alcohol burning in her body and the bright arena lights showing off every inch of her. Betty crawled onto her foe, arching her back and popping her ass toward the air as she began to slowly, meticulously mount her. Betty would only glance upward to peek at Dawn’s body, sizing her up while also enjoying the view.

Betty spread her legs for support as she slid up Dawn’s body. The officials at ringside looked a little nervous, but quickly realized this was far from turning violent. The fans figured it out quickly as well, cheers rising through the audience as Betty mounted Dawn.

“You’re sweet,” Betty chirped, from on top of Dawn as she straddled the girl’s thick body. “But I smell like sweat, booze, and maybe a little lavender.” Betty winked. “Hoo, it is warm out here …” Betty opened her vest a little, flashing her cleavage clearly at Dawn, a private peek hidden from the rows and rows of fans. Dawn’s own private little look.

“Just so hot …” Betty said, with her cheeks flushed. Betty released her jacket, sliding her hand across her breast, down her chest and her midriff. As she did that, Betty tucked her crotch hard against Dawn’s, clenching her thighs and riding Dawn, grinding against her and riding her right in the center of the ring. Betty grinned, sliding a hand down to tease a nipple. “So, you think you might be up for heading to the back, you? Maybe we could go over some pointers for next time …”

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn's head was swimming. There was so much going on, and thanks to her intoxication, she couldn't process it effectively. Or... At least as effectively as she normally would.

"O-oh my gosh!" She blurted out emphatically as she watched Betty crawl over her. The sight of her upturned backside was mesmerizing. She watched the curve of her ass... Focusing on it made Dawn's pale face blush bright enough to nearly match her hair.

"Me? Shweet?" She slurred and giggled stupidly. As her laughter bubbled off her eyes followed the motion of Betty's hands. Her eyes went wide as Betty began to expose herself. Dawn made a quiet, primal purr as her eyes tried in vain to see more than Betty was showing off. It was unsubtle.

Her eyes continued to follow Betty's hand. Distracting her. And when the cowgirl pushed their lower lips together, she cried out in satisfied surprise! "F-Fwah!! M-mish W-w-weeeest!"

The victor was right. It was so hot! Dawn could feel her body burning up. Her belly ached, but... not with pain. Her mouth gaped as she looked up at the woman astride her. The arena lights put a halo about her. Like a lewd angel.

"NnmnnYAH~!" The sudden brush upon her hardened and sensitive nipple was enough to pull a moaning scream from her eager young lips. Her hips jerked upwards against the woman riding her. It was syncopated with Betty's rhythm. As if trying to buck her off. She wasn't.

In fact, one of her hands took hold of her half-off leotard and bunched it up in a closed fist! She whimpered as she pulled it taut, drawing the fabric between her lust-swollen sex. She pulled upon the attire, assisting her hips in meeting Betty's. And after two or three good jerks, flossed the fabric between her lower lips, exposing them entirely. They were smooth, and wet, and colored with a needy pink blush.

"S-sho hot~ Mish Wesht~ I feel sho hot!" She was a mess!