Chelsea Fox Vs Squishy - Best 2/3 Falls

[WrestleGuy]

Unlike most fights this would take place not in a large arena but a small training ring in a worn-down gym. The ruthless beauty Chelsea didn't want to risk the public seeing her lose against the burly jobber... Not that she'd ever let that happen!

Chelsea would suddenly pop out of the gym's bathroom in her "Wrestling Bikini". She meticulously tugged and snapped on the fabric to make sure it was secure. Her voluptuous body was barely contained by the teeny grey bikini; like bread dough busting out of a can. The giantess hopped around; her breasts jiggled like two basketballs but the bikini held! "Look's like we're all set!" she declared with a pearly white grin.

The Big Blonde would then saunter over to the ring and plop her Big Behind on the steel ring steps. "Squishhhyyyy... Where are you?..." She cooed.

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy followed after she ploppped herself atop the steps to the ring, coming out of the lockers himself, wearing a complete rubber mask that revealed only his mouth, black leather speedos and black blank boots. A generic look with a gimpy twist. To add to the appearance, his muscles were clearly visible escaping from those pieces of attire, showing off his thighs and abs.

If his attire didn’t just hit that right spot of ”Let’s crush this gimp of an opponent” Surely his appearance would shut out any worries about him not being able to take it… Maybe even attract him getting a beating even more~

He stepped forward to her and remained at the bottom of the steps, looking at her general direction. It wasn’t clear if he was looking directly at her or it just seemed like it. With his rubber mask, it seemed like he didn’t see anything at all, which for a sadistic opponent, the thought of him fighting blind might excite them even more!

”Down here, Chelsea…”

[WrestleGuy]

Chelsea watched with interest as her hunk of an opponent wandered in her direction. She might not like her odds against a Male with such a strong build. But being blinded would make a big difference. Ruthless as always, Chelsea had to hold back an evil chuckle... *Let's see if this guys REALLY blind...*

"Oh Hiii Babby! Come this way and give your new friend a hug!" Mrs. Fox cooed. The Blonde Trickster had other plans however... When squishy came forward to receive his hug she'd try to quietly step around the big hunk. Not expecting an attack from behind she'd hopefully be able to lock in a Sleeperhold!

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy moved his head up hearing her enthusiastic voice calling for him, surprised by the invite for the hug. Believing she was on the ring, he stepped closer to the edge, extending himself upwards, not realizing she took advantage of his lacking eyesight, able to see mostly blobs and different lighting states, the gym’s lighting and ceiling frames seemed to work to her favor as they all seemed to resemble her figure when she was standing there.

To his surprise, she came from behind, pushing him against the apron a bit as his arms placed on her forearm but not pulling them away. Squishy was surprised from her coming behind, but her trustworthy voice made him think she was actually hugging him from behind… Maybe this is just the way she hugs? Thought Squishy, feeling his airways getting tightened. What ended up happening was him being slightly bent backwards, swaying in place as if he was in a loop of the same idle animation, gradually draining his stamina, for now remaining oblivious to the fact she was actually putting him in a sleeper hold to choke him out, which in a way, promised her this big hunk was softened up before matching with her… Of course if she wished to continue holding him, she could.

Or even take this further and test him out further how much she play with the boundaries and trick him around, as for now he seems pretty relaxed, just giving back a slight resistance which added to some nice tension to buildup and allow it to be a fun hold! Occasionally he would give a bigger sway that felt like a threat to escape only to relax once again, reassuring her she wasn’t going to be smashed around suddenly~…

[WrestleGuy]

Chelsea's scheme seemed to have paid off! She was able to flank the blind Hunk and lock in a tight Sleeperhold! "Sorry about the Lie... I mean this iss a Hug sorta..." She cackled while throttling Squishy.

Squishy played the perfect jobber! Chelsea slowly ground down his energy with a prolonged Sleeper. First he leaned back, hands pulling weakly at the Big Blondes thick arms. A few times the Big guy would fight with extra gusto, as if he had a second wind! Chelsea would quickly wrangle him back into submission like a Crocodile with its jaws locked over its prey. "Just a few... More... Seconds..." She said, teeth gritted with effort.

She would bring him to the brink of unconsciousness but stop there. Squishy arms hung limply to the side of his sweat soaked body. His sleepy snorts filled the air as his muscular abs slowly rose and fell... The Big Blonde loosened her grip before grabbing ahold of Squishys trunks for leverage to roll him into the ring. "Let's begin our match!" She said, feeling pretty optimistic about her chances...

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy was squeezed nicely there by the pretty lady, finding this hug to be making him real sleepy, barely holding himself up. He couldn’t even register her words at this point, remaining non-the-wiser, he was about to fall, now left with full HP, But with zero SP!

How nice of Chelsea to hug him so tightly at the beginning, though now preventing him from losing his consciousness, she used his trunks mostly to pull him up, which tightened up his southern area, giving a tiny bit of a wake up nudge, before he rolled into the ring, not full though. He rolled on his side clockwise until his entire body was inside yet his head remained on the apron, with the bottom rope stretching above his neck. His arms laid at his sides, he squirmed in place idly, hearing her begin the match, but unable to push himself off the floor, or even move at all. Like a good early Saturday morning where you just can make yourself leave the bed.

This allowed her to actually take her time and go up the ring again and he would still remain in the same spot. She’d have a chance to take in the view of her opponent. A beast of a frame, muscles bulging, minimal wear and an obscure expression from the rubber mask that kept his expression rather blank, letting her imagine it however she liked. A hunk of muscle laid flat at her feet.

Perhaps this was a chance to boost her confidence and self esteem and taunt him while he’s down, so welcoming of an attack. She could look around and realize only they were around, leaving Squishy to her whims. An incredible opportunity of doing all the things she fantasized of doing in a match, but never had the chance to fully bring to light due the constant resistance of her opponents. After all, this is still a “practice” session, which means she can practice, whatever she wants!

[WrestleGuy]

With a bit of effort, she was able to roll the ragdolled hunk into the ring. He huffed and puffed but otherwise offered no resistance. Chelsea gently slid her hands across Squishys muscular arms. "Good Training Dummy... Err.- I mean Training Friend!".

Chelsea would use the ropes as leverage to climb atop the Apron with her opponent. She now stood over Squishys head facing his spread-eagle body. Her mountainous buttocks cast a shadow over her prone opponent. If he could look up Squishy would see the Big Blonde giving herself an Atomic Wedgie, letting her cheeks bounce rhythmically with each pull on her panties. With maximum soft pale behind exposed her "Hip Attack" was charged and ready! "I call this move... The Big Ass Bomb!"

The Plump Princess would fall to her knees, each narrowly missing Squishys head. Like a meteor her ass would follow and crush the Hunks head and upper torso with a loud wet *SMACK*! A possible knockout blow followed by a bit of suffocation...

[ThatAlienGrey]

*Feeling her feminine gentle palms slide along his arms sent little happy shivers along his spine, making do a little happy tremble when she called him a ”Good Training Dummy…” after which she supposedly corrected herself yet the little tremble gave a cute impression he was happy with her little compliment. The little shiver making him pop out his chest further, expanding and really making his pecs bulge out.

“B.S.B… Wait a seco-“ He gave out a little silly comment, making an abbreviation of her move’s name.

Her plump and curvy casting a shadow that covered half of his masked face, the hills of her butt’s shadows splitting in the middle of his face, making a little prophecy of what’s to come soon enough before Squishy felt a little creaking to the sides of his ears and could tell… One ankle on his right of his head, one ankle to his left. Chelsea was standing above him, he froze in place as if she was standing above him pointing a gun at him while in his laid out state on the floor, before feeling a lone drop of sweat on his rubber mask. Suddenly everything was sharpened. Despite not being able to see, he saw this very clearly, feeling every little weight adjustment made to her feet when her weight bounced. He could feel how she wedged up her bikini, constantly tensing and bouncing her booty cheeks up and down, every now and then he could feel a little sprinkle of sweat deop on his mask that froze him momentarily before going back to his submissive idle swaying. This felt like it was going forever but for some reason, this particular moment was so magical, Squishy etched into his memory and would fantasize about experiencing exactly that again…

Finally she stopped, and he knew what going to happen and was stopped mid sentence, his arms going up in a “Help-me”-esque way, as a sort of begging way to prevent her from smashing his face in. His head slightly lifting itself from the apron only to suddenly get smashed right back down, dug deep into his hole again, her rear engulfed his head in a moment’s notice, his arms shot up and back as if to grab onto her but instead, they caught onto the ropes, clinging onto them, it was like he was trying to push her off to survive, but instead he was just holding onto the rope which added to the visual effect bur also added to the tension built to give her some feedback.

Speaking of drowning, Squishy was now fully covered and smeared by her booty sweat, enticing the situation further, dampening his mask and his vision further as everything got even blurrier and mush, he’d retort quickly to panting as his nose was also covered somewhat by the mask and was dampening his airways, preventing from breathing properly. His fist grabbed onto the ropes and squeezed and pulled them slowly, the rope straining snd stretching, remaining in this enticing position all amidst his back bridged up the moment her butt impacted him, giving a feeling his face caved into itself after the impact, frozen in place.

Squishy would let out muffled groans and gasps before before going to a sort of loop of struggle, where his great neck muscles are able to actually lift his head up all without any help of his harms, lifting her up a bit and giving her some hovering height, shaking a bit before dropping down, getting crushed under her butt once again, repeating the process which is the same as “mashing the button to escape and messing up just at the last moment” to see all his progress get lost and also get punished, while the occasional tremble would send shivers and make him shake his head, mushing himself into her butt further as he was asking for it…

[WrestleGuy]

Chelsea's initial impact sent the hunks limbs sprawling out as if someone had dropped a car on him! While his legs clambered back to the mat Squishys arms hung tightly to the ropes for support. While her ass was frimly planted in her enemys face she still hovered just a bit off the mat. "What a fighter!" The Big Blonde exclaimed with glee. "Alot of folks get knocked out from the sheer Impact..."

What followed was a futile battle. While Chelsea merely sat and enjoyed the fresh air Squishy was slowly suffocating from the sheer mass and moisture of her Rump. The dominant woman let her hands glide against his slick abs as they throbbed with exhaustion. The powerhouse almost managed to dislodge the mountainous woman a few times but a quick throttle of her thighs would bring him back down. Though her eyes would go wide with shock at each escape attempt she kept her cool. "You make quite the Throne..." She chortled to herself...

Chelsea wasn't a monster... If she persisted with this all night, she might kill her new toy... Once his resistance petered out and his body went limp she would finally show mercy... Grabbing the ropes and pulling herself off of Squishy with a wet *plop* as her cheeks separated from his lips. The husky girl shook off her sweat like a dog before climbing into the ring. Finally, she'd seize her opponent by his ankles and drag his body into the center of the ring. Once there she'd plant her bare foot on his heaving chest for the pin. Since they were all alone, she counted, Slowly... "Oooneeeeeee..."

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy would occasionally thrash a bit more when he couldn’t get any air, his damp mask acting as a waterboarding towel, making him gasp for air and shake around, all to just smear his face around her inner walls of her cheeks and dampen his mask over and over again. The only times he would relax were the times she gave a little reminder with her thighs and when he felt her small slender palms on his abs, suddenly stilling his torso movements and just focusing on relaxing and breathing, getting this this nice feeling from being something for her to lean on, the thrashing turning to trembling on his thighs, as if she was torturing him but softly.

”Feels good to be useful… Mmfmfff~”” He would mutter hearing her compliment him a few times. She was really sweet despite the current predicament she put him in. He even felt proud to let her use his abs as a leaning pad she could use as a stabilizer, a stress toy and an eye candy.

”I… I think I’m stuc- Ahh! Ahhh…~” He would comment out in a muffled voice as she looked to peel herself off him, at first raising herself, which also pulled and lifted Squishy’s head off the ground, stuck tightly between her butt cheeks, having to increase the pulling force until the tension finally released her away from him, as his face was left behind and dropping back as he let out a moan and a relieved sigh to finally breathe, despite still reminiscing on her scent and feeling her sweat on his dampened mask, now the the air acting ss a cold breeze and chilling his face, making him somewhat ironically miss the warmth of her rear, now thinking perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all…

Being dragged to the middle, he reached out with one of his arms towards the ropes as if wishing he could go for a “rope-break”, despite only them being there, it was a cute gesture while he had his chest stepped on and pinned down for a moment or two before he looked down, seemingly staring at her foot which enticed him even more, especially the fact that she began counting and made it feel as if everything was in slow motion, considering the slow count which was the cheery on top. He felt himself opening up and gradually he began expanding his chest, pushing out his pecs and giving her foot a stage to step on, as he stared up at her as she stood there above, before going back to look towards her foot in some strained fascination. To add to the effect, his pecs began to twitch and bounce, supposedly on their own from the stimulation, eventually turning to a sort of slow heartbeat type of rhythm, where each pec would bounce once and slowly relax beneath her sole, as a sort of enticing little teasing feature or a special effect. His arms seemed to reach out to the canvas and ball up to fists as he was grabbing onto imaginary solutions, while occasionally looking away and attempting to reach out for the ropes in a lame attempt to eacape the pin, which only prolonged his doom~