Best When Breathless: Reina Izara vs. Florence Timmons

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Oh, hell. That could have passed for Flo's spine getting shoved up her throat. As the jolt of the landing coursed through her body, she lay stunned, staring at the lights, wondering if any amount of massaging herself could rub away those shocks of pain. She wouldn't have the chance to try, anyway. Reina's grip on her remained, and Flo's late attempts to squirm free didn't get her anywhere with Reina's arm still around her neck. By the time she figured out she should wedge her hands between the two of them, the other woman was promising another one. "Ohhh crap," she moaned again.

Flo fought this one more than the other one, but the result remained the same since her back ached too much for her to summon the strength she needed to shake loose. Hand to the crotch, lift, and Flo tensed, squinted her eyes shut, and squealed as Reina sent them over with more urgency this time. She wailed out as her back crashed to the canvas a second time, and her attempt to prop up, stretch out her spine to relieve its agony, revealed that Reina still held onto her and wanted another one. Flo whined. "Come oooon..."

Her weak words fell on deaf ears. She wriggled her legs in the air this time and stretched her arm out for some unseen savior in the distance, almost thinking she would rather fall on her head than have her throbbing back hit the canvas again, but she couldn't squirt free, and they tumbled over again as Flo cried out. But whether by some miracle or unknown application of skill, her spine didn't hit first on the third landing. Her foot hit, partially breaking her fall - but that didn't stop her from curling up and grasping her reddened back as the carousel came to an end.

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Breath ragged, and her body aching, the moment the two struck down for three, the conqueror’s arm went as limp as a noodle as she heaved on the ground. She tried her best to ignore the internal alarms her body was giving to finish this match. Because while she’d love to just crawl on her front and drape a tired arm across Florence’s chest, that would do nothing for her tonight. It was either smother or be smothered, and oh did she not want to be the latter. Even if her body felt like it was run over by a truck and left in a sauna, she still had a job to finish. She still had to show this energetic jester her place, and although she’s relented a smidgen of respect, this was still to be her conquest.

“1!” the referee called.

“2!” She called again, watching each of the women flat on their backs, asking each if they could continue.

“3!” she cried, holding up her hands waiting for any sign of rising. Now going to “4!” and then-

“Quiet!” Reina groaned getting to her knees, “I haven’t won yet.” She growled as she rose to her feet to a swell of boos as she watched Florence do the same. Inching up bit by bit back to her feet while Reina walked behind the silver beauty. Crouched in wait for her to fully stand up, Reina stilled her breath, and planted her feet, before springing her final move. The moment she saw that silver mane bounce in the air, she shot out her hands and grasped Florence as if her life depended on it. Drawing her in close until the two were back to front she said her last words to Florence before making her bow in front of her.

“Good night Jester, now bow.”

She said as she attempted to raise up Florence once again, feeling her muscles strain in pain as she set up Florence for a Royal Conquest. Her finisher to end the match. Hoping that this would be the final nail in Florence’s coffin before she could smother her in a roll-up pin. Finally doing what she said she would from the start, and conquers who she saw as so beneath her.

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Flo's weak groan didn't come anywhere near expressing all her hurts. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had thrown her around like that in a match. She did most of the throwing, and most opponents ended up as plastered with shock and soreness as she was after Reina's burst of suplexes. And to think, a few seconds before, she, with spine and shoulder blades intact, had tried to jump off the turnbuckle. Note to self: there was a reason that she didn't do much of anything from above canvas level.

Only saving herself from the last landing gave her the chance to get up again without a smothering she couldn't counter. The ref counting also tipped her off that Reina had taken a solid beating from her own suplexes, too. Flo knew that game. She didn't care to bother figuring out where Reina was - getting up would challenge her enough, but getting up she needed to do. "Whew, okay," she muttered to herself, pushing over onto her stomach and willing herself to start rising. "Time to go, me."

She did go, all the way to her feet. Her body complained the whole way. Once she stood, she arched her back to stretch out the aches... and had another visit from Reina. "Give a girl a-" She didn't finish with break before the woman shoved at her, and Flo didn't have the back to resist her. She wasn't doing it to execute a move, though. Oh no. She peered up, realizing the newcomer legitimately just wanted her to bow. Right, again... kind of hot, and at the same time, too much. "What a narcissist...", she griped.

But Reina didn't stop there. Reina cinched up on her, summoning a groan from her lips, and before she could come up with a reaction, she had her arm dragged between her own thighs. If that position didn't prove painful enough, Reina used that grip to lift her, and Flo could sense the pain that would come. Lights-out sort of pain. Survival instinct took over, and as Reina lifted her, she nabbed the newcomer's head in one arm, held on for all she was worth, and tried to hip-toss Reina across her body with the one arm before they landed.

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There are not enough words in the English language to describe how much Reina hates Florence right now. Even to the few wrestlers that gained her respect, none of them kept swaying the momentum this much against her. Every move, every slam, every attack or trick she would do, Florence was there to counter it. Time and time again, just when Reina can taste ger victory, it's always snatched away by the silver bombshell in her arms. If she had the energy to, she would've cursed out the doll so much it would've put sailors to shame with how many words she'd hurl.

Because right as she hoisted Florence up, and went to slam her down like lightning. Not caring for what happened next, all she wanted was for Florence Timmons to lose! To fall to her like she was supposed to! To be the conquest she predicted she'd be minutes ago! Like a good little jester when faced with their queen.

But unfortunately for Reina, a familiar bicep made all that hope and swell of victory turn ice cold. Because the moment Florence's one free arm hooked around her head, her feet left the mat, as she could only watch the arena flip upside down before a crashing thud shook the ring once again. "Urk!" Reina cried as Florence's weight crashed down on her from the hip toss. Causing her to cough up more prescious air as her mind returned to the start of the match. To the start of their little back and forth, to her first counter to Florence! A simple hip toss to get over Florence's strength.

'How comical.' Her mind sneezed as she felt Florence roll off her. Leaving them both battered and tired as they got up. And when Reina's burning face returned to a standing Florence, her mind was set.

"Fine..." She muttered, I'll pull a page out of your book. She thought, as in a moment of abject rage, Reina threw planning and caution to the wind as charged at Florence like a freight train. Attempting to tackle and then another her to end the match.

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Taking out the person who held Flo six feet above the mat was always a risk. After all, both people would end up tumbling, and the one held higher must just take the brunt of that tumble. Flo tensed up, grimaced, waiting for it all to go bad or for Reina to shake her off and bomb her into the canvas, but, step-by-step, the whole process worked out for her. She pulled Reina in, momentum helped her twist and roll the woman over the top of her, and rather than getting wrecked, Flo landed on top of Reina who smacked against the canvas first. "Oof!" Landing on people didn't make for a much better experience, but the fall only rattled the session girl's ribs before she rolled off.

"Okay, okay," she muttered. She could work with this. Her back might not stay happy about it, but it could wait and do its throbbing later. The eager Brit aggressively pushed herself to her feet, ignoring her brain telling her to stop moving so much, and she whirled in hopes that she would find Reina still on the mat as easy pickings. No, Reina was the source of the thundering footsteps and the onrushing body set to split her in half. Flo's eyes flew wide, and she let adrenaline take over. She hopped back, reached out, and by some stroke of luck, she managed to grasp Reina by the forearm.

Reina's momentum sent them into a do-si-do, spinning around each other, but Flo grunted, dug in with her heels, and yanked the woman toward her. Having to hurry her ideas lest Reina smack her, the Brit went to mimicking what she had just experienced herself. She shoved the trapped arm down between Reina's legs, turned her with the other arm, and, with a surge of strength she didn't think she still had in her after the suplexes, she heaved Reina high. She sounded like a struggling freight train, but at the apex, she sent Reina right back down.

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She made a mistake.

Why did she do that? Why didn't she just shut down her anger and think?! That's all she had to do, just calm down and plan accordingly! Both of them were on their last legs, both of them were nattered and weak. All she had to do was keep a calm head and she could've won. But no, she had to pull a Florence, she had to do best the doll at her own game for the humiliation she put her through. Wanting nothing more than to topple her once and for all and dominate Florence right at the end.

But the moment her browns saw the silver wrestler step out the way, the moment sge felt Florence's hand grip her arm, the conqueror felt like a pit opened in her stomach. Not helped by how now the two women were spinning in the ring trying to turn the Reina's momentum into their advantage. And before Reina could stamp down her feet, Florence. Beat her to it, and so at the last second, Reina felt Florence's embrace at her back, feeling her hot, muscular endowed body on top of her own. Right as she swore her heart skipped a beat.

"No...don't you freaking dare?!" Reina screamed as she was hoisted up, her face mangled with fear and anger. This was her move, her finisher! How dare Florence steal it! She wanted to fight, she wanted to break free and tear the doll a new one for this thievery. But sadly for Reina, where she failed, Florence had succeeded. As now, in a thudding rib shaking impact, all Reina could do was scream in pain as she felt Florence's weight return. Folding her legs up, as she mounted her in prime position for a smother.

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Flo dared. It hurt to dare, lifting a woman bigger than she was right after that woman had thrown her around the ring enough times to knock Flo's brains out of her nostrils, but she managed. Once she succeeded with the lift, which she had to force her arms to endure since her back hurt, the rest proved no problem at all, however. Flo could have been bloodied in three different ways, and it wouldn't have made driving Reina to the mat beneath her weight any harder. The landing reverberated through Reina back into her own body. Flo couldn't even remember attempting a pumphandle before outside of a few trainings... it couldn't have gone any better if she had practiced it fifty thousand times, the sort of success found in desperate, tense moments.

She dropped on top of Reina, breathing heavily, but the newcomer lay flattened. Whatever difficulties Flo had in executing the move, the results were worth it. Flo peered up, looked into her face, saw her chance, and started to lift a leg- no, wait. The match had gotten so intense that Flo almost forgot it called for a much more intimate ending than putting the big bitch down with the crowd crying out their appreciation. Hearing a few smother hers echo from within the nearby seats served as a second reminder. Flo grinned.

Flo grabbed Reina's legs behind the knees, got up onto her toes, and pushed, folding the woman over until her feet dangled over her head. Their hips knocked together lewdly, which was part of the point, but Flo ducked over enough that she could keep her elbows on the backs of Reina's thighs while her breasts squeezed between the woman's knees. She couldn't tell how alert Reina remained - but did it matter? She offered her one more sickeningly sweet smile and wiggled her breasts, just for good measure. "Nighty-night, love. It was fun."

She pulled at Reina's head and dropped her chest at the same time, burning the folded conqueror in a sea of cleavage.

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Tired, beaten, and battered, for once Reina couldn't do anything to escape this hold. All she could do was scream a muffled cry between a sea of cleavage, as she tried uselessly to kick out. Trying somehow to pull the strength together to kick out of this smother. But despite every kick and shift she tried to make, Florence had her pinned.

"MMMPH! MMMM...mmm..." Slowly, as her breath began to fade more and more, the last thing Reina saw before she fell to sleep was Florence's smiling face, and the flash of a phone before everything went dark. As in her first match, Reina had been conquered by Florence.

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Many faces had spent many combined hours wedged between Flo's breasts, but she never grew tired of the sensations. The hot breaths, the struggle, the sounds, the eventual fade, and the choice to either give themselves over by falling unconscious or by tapping out. Reina didn't seem like the tapping-out type, and judging by her temper tantrum, she wouldn't be. While holding her down in the pin made the savoring a little less practical, Flo nonetheless cooed at the heat building in her again seeing Reina bent over and fading beneath her, and she chewed on her lip as she let the last few seconds of fight pass from the beauty.

The ref eventually came to check. Arm up, and down. Arm up, and down. Arm up, and down. Flo sighed out with joy as she called for the finishing bell and, taking care for once in her life - she never pulled anything cheap on opponents, and for all Reina's bluster, she had been fun - she let the woman's legs drop easily to the mat. With two fingers, she blew a subtle kiss at the slumbering newcomer, then a much larger one at the crowd as she popped to her feet and threw her arms high... ish. Her back still hurt, but she pranced around the edge of the ring nonetheless, basking in the appreciation.

"Thank you baaaabes!" she cried out, and just before she split the ring ropes, she glanced back at Reina. She could do this again sometime. And gosh, she needed to cool down...

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Gasping awake with fluttering eyes, Reina slowly peeled herself off the mat. Feeling like roadkill, and looking dejected. After all all that boasting and pride she flung towards Florence, there she was. Alone in the ring beside the referee who who gave her a quick look over. But no matter what she said, to the conqueror she may as well have been miles away. As she held onto the ropes to pull herself up, the sinking realization hit her the moment she left the ring.

She lost her debut. Her first step into the big leagues was a loss. There was no sugarcoating it for Reina, it didn't matter if she went toe to toe with Florence, she wasn't even supposed to do that! It was supposed to be pure domination from start to finish, and instead what she did was lose. It didn't matter that she was close to winning, all that mattered to her was that she lost. The prideful newcomer lost and had to live with it, and hopefully grow from it.

Winner Via Smother K.O: Florence Timmons