An Improper Introduction: Heather Sunderland vs. Wendy Winston

[TiefBlau]

Heather barely could do much to actually fight back--using just--her own faltering strength to narrowly avoid Wendy's charge. She grit her teeth hard, shaking her head just a little, gripping the ropes and pulling herself to the side just a bit, watching the girl drop down onto her back after the collision. She took a deep breath in and out, narrowing her eyes, trying to think of how to come back into t his.

Wendy was..picking up quite the advantage over Heather up to this point, messing with her mind and body like crazy, Heather wriggling just a bit as she used the ropes to pull herself up steadily. Her eyes were just glued right on Wendy...this was her chance to take advantage here--especially as Wendy was steadily sitting herself up.

"Tch..Hope you...enjoyed your little ridiculousness.." Heather let out just under her breath a little, rushing in towards Wendy after.

Heather couldn't do anything flashy here..she definitely wasn't at the full state to be doing her signature stuff..so she just rushed into the girl as she was sitting up. She leaps up a little, kicking her legs out, aiming her sizable hips towards the girl, trying to crash right into her with her butt at her chest!

[BlackAkuma]

”Ugh…”

Wendy laid on her back, groaning as she reached over and caressed her chest. That was hardly the first time she’d slammed into a turnbuckle, but no matter how many times she did, she could never get over how much it absolutely sucked, how it took all the wind clean out of you.

Worst of all, it was a signal that Heather was starting to make a comeback. Couldn't have that, could they? ”All right, game’s over.”

She was just starting to sit up, when she caught sight of Heather running straight at her. She only had enough time to get her hands up in a feeble defense, and that wasn’t nearly enough to stop the daredevil - not even close. She leaped her way, crushed through her guard with those hips of hers, and it was all downhill from there - Wendy was brought down on her back, with Heather sitting on top of her. The irony was not lost. ”Get…off!”

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath in and out, shaking her head just a little as she managed to land right atop of Wendy's chest. It was a good sense to be able to knock the air out of the girl a little at least! She had to try and take advantage from this point for sure..she couldn't even lose a second with this turning of the tides that was happening. A sharp breath came in and out of her mouth, spinning herself around to face Wendy's legs.

"L-let's make sure you're down for a good amount!!" She let out, reaching forward to try and grab at the girl's legs. She lifted them up if she could manage, wanting to fold Wendy over as dramatically as she could.

All the while, as she kept this up, she thrust her hips back, jerking them a little, almost grinding at her chest to try and nearly sit right on her throat--wanting to make her have to struggle to catch a breath instead of just smothering her outright, hoping the slight little breaths she could take in would strain her lungs and weaken her even more!

[BlackAkuma]

To the surprise of exactly no one, Heather did not, in fact, get off Wendy’s chest when she demanded it. She stayed put, and while the woman wasn’t heavy by any stretch of the imagination, she didn’t really need to be right now. She was on top, she had the leverage, she was in a good position, and Wendy just had the wind knocked out of her - she wasn’t getting her off anytime soon.

She looked up, wide-eyed, as her opponent spun about, grabbed her legs, and slid back for what seemed like a facesitting. ”Don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t-”

The good news was that Heather wasn’t going for a facesit. The bad news was that she had something a lot worse in mind.

Wendy wheezed as her opponent came down for a seat on her throat, cutting off the airflow and leaving her struggling underneath. The referee slid over, looking to make sure that her shoulders weren’t on the mat, and she was able to keep herself from truly being pinned - but that also meant that she had less room to maneuver, and it made Heather’s efforts that much more effective. All Wendy could do was feebly push up at the smaller woman’s hips, trying in vain to get some relief as her oxygen reserves started to get dangerously low.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grins nice and wide, a long breath in and out of her mouth as she managed to just--plant her sizable butt firmly onto Wendy's throat, working nicely in making it quite hard for the girl to catch any sort of a breather. She bit her lip nice and hard, wriggling left and right in position, her pushing making Heather nod her head a couple times, feeling the clear weakness in her attempts.

"What were you worried about? Don't you dare don't you dare? I'm not sure what you could mean!" She teased and taunted with those words, jerking her hips around just a little. It was enough to make her nearly bounce on Wendy's throat, a bit of a dangerous maneuver--but she was of course making sure not to crush her throat or anything.

Finally though, she suddenly lift her hips up enough to press herself back, giving Wendy the exact thing she was on about telling her not to do, planting her hips firmly down onto Wendy's face to smother her nice and fully if she wasn't stopped in the process!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy let out a long, wispy, whining noise as she struggled to suck in air, fighting for every breath she could get with Heather sitting on her throat. Her opponent wasn’t exactly a heavyweight, so this wasn’t as bad as it would’ve been if the situations were reversed, but even a little pressure on the neck was more than anyone should be taking. It was basically a legal way to do a choke, and the infuriating thing was that Heather had beaten her to doing it - she was supposed to be the one on top, laughing and having a good time while her victim was on the bottom, crying and struggling and fighting for every gasp of air. That was the way these things worked, and here was this purple-haired punk, messing up the natural order of things.

As bad as it was, though, Wendy should’ve known better than to dare Heather like that. It could always get worse, and, sure enough, it did.

”Noooooo-”

Wendy’s pleas were cut off as Heather came down on her face and spread out, facesitting with no shortage of expertise. As a facesitting connoisseur, she had to admit that her opponent wasn’t half bad at it - good distribution of the weight, good spread, but nice and soft. It wasn’t all that unpleasant of a sensation, being honest…Wendy just didn’t want it like this.