'Thunder' Storm MacIntosh vs. Wendy Winston - The War Below

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Wendy wasn’t that mad about having her face shoved up Storm’s ass again, to be honest. Oh, she didn’t want that to happen, but given the nature of this match, it was a certainty. The Scotswoman was simply too strong for her to go thirty-something minutes with and not get a single facesit put on her.

But being the first one to take it? That, she could and would get pissed about that. After what she’d went through, she wanted to even the score with Storm straightaway, not fall into a deficit.

So yeah, it pissed her off, but the kick she landed on her foe was a good start on lowering her temperature. She just wished she could’ve seen the look on her face when it connected, but that was a small price to pay for freedom. She gasped, sucking in air as Storm rolled off, and sat up to see her opponent looking back, every bit as ticked off as she was. As if she thought it was going to be that easy. ”Stupid, fucking…”

Wendy pushed to her feet and rushed in again, trying to close on Storm before the woman could do the same. When she was close enough, Wendy leaped towards her, flying forward with her leg raised, trying to plant her knee right in the middle of the woman’s bulging chest.

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Storm rubbed her aching jaw as she staggered to her feet. Her look was dark – being knocked from her perch clearly irked her, and her brain now had to switch gears from being in glorious control of a butt-smother, to being back in open battle.

The delay in adjusting to that fact cost her dearly. Wendy, who had apparently never stopped being in a state of simmering, frenzied rage, had scrambled up off the mat with explosive force. This meant that, despite being the one who’d just had an ass land on her head, Wendy was on Storm faster than she would have liked.

Much faster, in fact. The flying knee took the Scotswoman off-guard, having barely gotten to her feet before a heavy, flying knee crashed into her chest.

“Oof!” Storm spluttered, the blow landing where her breast had already been bruised by a butt-drop. It was enough to knock her over, sending the brunette crashing back to the mat, a shocked tangle of limbs.

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Wendy wasn’t what you’d call a refined fighter—she could brawl with the best of them, but she’d never been formerly trained in boxing or anything fancy like that, just the standard training that was required for the sport. It worked well most of the time, but then, most of the time, she was up against smaller women she could bully around without too much trouble, not stacked Scotswomen with grudges.

So, for this, she dug in deeper and discovered some tricks that she wouldn’t have typically used. The flying knee was one of them. It was sloppy, but with her size and strength, that hardly mattered. All she needed was for it to connect, and it did so wonderfully.

They went down, both of them, with Wendy crashing into the mat beside Storm and nearly being taken out of the ring by the momentum. She was quick to scramble her way back in, though, and grabbed a hold of her opponent’s hair as she did, securing two handfuls. As much as she was hurting, as much as her lungs ached, she wasn’t going to let this chance slip her by. ”Stand. Up.”

Wendy rose and pulled Storm along, putting the two busty brawlers up at even height. As soon as they were both up, she stepped back and lashed out at what was quickly becoming her favorite target of the match: Storm’s chest. She came at it with a blazing knife edge chop, targeting the tender meat between the breasts.

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Storm was starting to regret her taunts towards her opponent a few moments earlier. Whilst she’d thought Wendy wasn’t going anywhere, that had been emphatically proven to be not the case, and now Wendy’s second wind was ferocious. Like putting an angry wasp in a jar, if gets out, it’s even angrier.

Storm’s chest was burning from the flying knee, and she needed time to collect herself. Time which, she was unhappy but unsurprised to learn, Wendy would not afford her. Groaning on the floor, Storm felt fingers in her hair, tugging harshly to guide her up on unsteady feet.

Her winces became an outright wail as she took a heavy, undefended chop to her cleavage. The painful, fleshy smack echoed through the ring. Welts to go with her bruises, the staggered Scot thought dimly. Gritting her teeth, she swung a retaliatory uppercut at Wendy’s stomach, wild and unfocused, but determined not to let Wendy think she could get away with chopping her chest again.

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Spoiler: This would not be the last time Wendy targeted Storm’s chest in this match. As a fellow possessor of a superior chest, she knew well how unpleasant it was to take a well-placed hit in that particular area, how the pain could spread from the impact, and how it would be stinging for the duration of this match, and probably for a few days after. That was exactly the kind of pain she was looking to inflict.

She also knew how much it pissed her off when she was on the receiving end, and that, since she and Storm were similar in so many ways, that she would be equally pissed. Which meant return fire would be coming her way soon. Heavy return fire.

Sure enough, the Scotswoman moved in and let fly with an uppercut, one that sunk deep into Wendy’s gullet and folded her over. She dropped to a knee, gasping - god, why was this bitch so fucking strong? It was like fighting a goddamn clone, everything she threw out just came back to her.

Knowing she couldn't afford to stay down like this, she pushed up and charged forward, trying to ram her shoulder into Storm’s chest and drive her towards the corner - if she could just get this bitch trapped, she could start laying down the heavy damage, get a lead on her and hopefully take control of things.

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Storm let out a breathy grunt of triumph as she doubled Wendy over with the gut punch. The match had devolved – the two heavyweights abandoning the pretence of wrestling, to just stand toe-to-toe, exchanging heavy, harsh blows. The enmity between these two women was palpable, and suggested this was going to be one long, gruelling grudge match.

The brunette brought her hands up – partly for defence, partly to clutch at her stinging chest, as she waited for Wendy to stand back up. Except, she didn’t. The Southerner moved upright by slamming her shoulder upwards, scoring a rising hit into the centre of Storm’s chest, and crashing into her with all her weight.

Storm grunted as her big opponent barrelled right into her. She staggered backwards, Wendy pushing her, ungainly but managing to keep her balance, largely by clutching onto Wendy’s own body. The battling heavyweights lurched across the ring together, until Storm found herself smacking spine-first into the turnbuckle with a painful thud.

“Agh!” she cried out in shock as well as pain, as her figure was squished between Wendy’s surging body, and the hard unyielding ring post. Spluttering at the jolting impact, Storm balled a fist and brought it down on Wendy’s shoulder, but more in anger than coherent strategy, and the stunned Scot was clearly on the back foot right now.

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Wendy wasn’t known for her stamina—not surprising, given how her matches tended to go. They were relaxed affairs in which she spent the bulk of her time just toying with her opponent and having a good old time. Not used to going the distance, never pushing the bar.

Well, today, she was digging deep, and she continued to do so as she rammed Storm into the corner, giving her Scottish doppelganger everything she had to offer. It was a hail-mary attack, but it worked wonders, as she hammered her against the pads for a stunning impact.

Storm wasn’t about to go easy, though, and Wendy grunted as she took a heavy thump on the back. It wasn’t enough to put her down, but it was more pain than she wanted to be taking in this position, and a sure sign that Storm had plenty left in her tank.

Easy fix.

Wendy reached out, wrapped her arms around Storm's waist, and pulled her in as she rose, pressing their legs, hips, and chests together. For a moment - a golden moment - the two of them were pressed together in a tight embrace, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sensation of Storm's bare body against her own.

But those feelings dissipated when she stepped back, jerked up, and attempted to send Storm flying away with a belly-to-belly suplex.

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Being trapped in the corner, especially by a big opponent, was never a good spot to be in, and Storm knew she needed to get out. Her body was really starting to ache, a testament to the torrent of blows Wendy had landed on her since this angry match started. Storm feared that her white-haired foe was winding up for another frenzied pummelling session, and this time, Storm wasn’t so confident of defending against the punchbag treatment.

Primed to counter a punch, the Scot was taken aback when Wendy changed tack, scooping her up for a grapple. The brunette grunted as she found herself in Wendy’s powerful embrace, and wriggled in protest. She wasn’t given much time to contemplate her fate, though. In an impressive show of strength, the heavyweight Scot was swept up in a belly-to-belly hold, and suplexed out of the corner.

Storm wasn’t used to being tossed around. She cried out in shock as her feet left the ground, then gasped in pain as the two wrestlers powered into the mat, Storm’s body taking the full force of the impact in a painful, ring-shaking slam. The black-clad brunette flopped heavily on the canvas as her spine endured the pain of the power move.

She’s wanted to get out of the corner, but absolutely not like this. Storm groaned through gritted teeth, and tried to push away with heavy legs, scooting out from underneath Wendy if she could.

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Wendy was used to ragdolling women around. That was her bread and butter most of the time. Slinging her opponent from one side of the ring to the other, launching them here and there, making them scream as they went skyward. Hell, she’d even held little competitions with herself in some of her matches, trying to see if she could break her personal bests for distance. While she wasn’t exactly the strongest in the heavyweight division, she had a lot more muscle than her pleasing curves let on, and she loved showing it off.

Storm, however, was a different kettle of fish. The two of them were probably close enough in size that they could have swapped clothes - not that Wendy would ever be caught dead wearing a skanky two-piece like this, but still. As such, getting her up and over like that was no easy task, but being pissed off helped a lot in that regard, using her rage for pure fuel. She brought the big, burly Scot down on her back with a resounding crash, one that ended up with her on top.

Right where she was supposed to be. Perfect.

”Nah, nope!” Wendy scrambled forward as Storm tried to retreat, wisely trying to get space to recover. With anyone else, she might’ve allowed that, too. Played a little cat-and-mouse, let them get back some energy so she didn’t wear them out too fast. But this bitch? Way too dangerous. The Backstage Bully was more of a mind to put her down, here and now, in the most definitive way she could imagine.

So, with that in mind, she tried to mount her foe’s waist, brought her arms high, clasped her fists together, and lunged forward to bring them down on her opponent’s chest, looking to knock the wind out of her with a brutal axe handle, right between those proud tits of hers.

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Whilst Storm had ridden out the sheer brutality of Wendy’s opening assault, and even turned it to her advantage (albeit temporarily), the flaws in her strategy were rapidly becoming apparent. Namely, the bitch kept coming, hard, fast, and furious as ever. The cracks in Storm’s defence were widening. The bout had gone from toe-to-toe slugfest, to largely one-way traffic, as Wendy landed hit after powerful hit. Smashed into the corner, and then suplexed back out… Storm’s powerful frame was taking a lot of abuse, in a short period of time.

The battered brunette was struggling. The fans could sense it, and it wasn’t much of a surprise when Wendy stopped the squirming Storm in her tracks, cutting short her escape by straddling her waist.

The Scotswoman groaned angrily as she was sat on. Ordinarily she’d be able to punish the audacity of anyone getting this close with her, and whilst her eyes were staring daggers up at Wendy, her fatigued body wasn’t able to match that strength. Her anger tinged with fear as she realised that the Southerner’s weight was enough to trap her, and she wasn’t getting out of this vulnerable position any time soon.

Her eyes widened and her pulse quickened, as she knew Wendy really was not the sort to leave an advantage unpressed. Sure enough, her foe’s fists clenched for an axe handle.

“Ugnhh!! B…bitch!!” Storm spat as she convulsed in pain beneath the blow, her already-tenderised chest targeted yet again. She couldn’t immediately retaliate, which made the punishment all the more galling, although the floored girl still had some fight in her, and would raise her own fists, trying to swat away Wendy’s arms and land a hit of her own as she flailed up at her opponent.