Roxy Hartbrooke vs. Wendy Winston - The Stream Must Go On

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was, at last weigh-in, hitting about 180 pounds of voluptuous, thick, Southern flesh, with no small percentage of that being in her hips. When she came running, she could throw all that weight around use it to crash into a single area, which is what Roxy experienced when she took the Love Seat. About 1/10 of a ton, ramming into her face at six miles an hour.

Not fun. Nope.

Well, not fun for Roxy. It was a blast for Wendy, loving how her opponent’s head felt smacking up against that turnbuckle. It was a good hit, so solid that she wondered if the little kitty kat had anything left in her. She knew how to find out, too. ”Here, kitty-kitty…”

She grabbed Roxy by the ankle, dragged her away from the corner, hopped over her body, and proceeded to drop her weight on the woman’s chest, sitting flat on her chest facing towards her head. As the referee came over to start the count, she raised a fist above her head, giving a silent threat of what was to come if Roxy tried to escape.

The referee slapped the mat. ”1…!”

[Misfit_Alien]

Roxy groaned as Wendy slammed her ass into her, leaving the streamer rocked and beaten after having so much weight hit her so fast with so much force. By the time Roxy was coming to, it was far too late for the cat-girl to do anything about it as Wendy positioned herself right over the chest of her defeated foe, claiming an easy victory over her fresh victim, bullied into submission as the count went higher.


"2...!"

"3...!"