ViVi was numb. That improvised piledriver had sapped her strength momentarily, leaving her so cooperative as that her opponent's crotch gagged her.
It was not the start she had hoped for. The cameras at ring level kept focusing on Blau's back, and between the open legs of her expensive new seat. The pinkette's chest rose so peacefully, rising and falling her modest breasts while her abdomen remained submerged, and her legs and arms outstretched.
Blau was the ruler now, sitting on her opponent's face, getting her to sniff and taste her pheromones, and cooling off at ViVi's failed attempt to bring her American's face to the canvas.
The Brit no longer looked like the same fierce beast who always comes in and placates her more hapless opponents with her narcissistic and spectacular style. Not now that she ran into this bluenette. And that imaginary vision of herself, the one where the world saw her underneath another woman, seemed so horrible to Viviane that she was almost sick with shame.
She wanted to restart this, but a punch to the nose brought her back to reality with a groan. All four of her limbs flailed upwards from the impact, only to jerk again from another punch to another region of her face.
"
Gh! Hmmmguuuhh!"
Another to the nose, one to the cheekbone, another to her other cheekbone. Turning the Third Queen's face from side to side, rubbing her mouth and nose with the space between Blau's thighs. Scratching her a little with the denim and fishnet. What a horror, her face being bruised! To make her condition worse, Blau began to do something that ViVi sometimes did: she began to rub her crotch across the pinkette's face! Rubbing her crotch and ass all over ViVi's famous lips!
She was biting her lips to keep from tasting Blau, because the taste of that woman was not something her royal lips should taste. However, she needed to breathe somewhere, and she couldn't synchronize with the twerking, so, on a few occasions, she inhaled and tasted something from her opponent. To her misfortune.
The cameras focused on her face, getting all this attention. When only her knees and elbows could continue to flail, then it was her fingers that began to crackle to endure the situational torture as she squealed loudly beneath Blau's shorts, begging for a break. Her desperation lessened the numbness of her fortune, but she could only grasp her thighs and hips, and sink her fingers into the fishnet stockings in an attempt to remove her from her facial features. But ViVi was unable to remove her opponent's weight.
Her body was once again operational. Her legs rubbed against the canvas, trying to whip away from Blau, but beyond the sight of her thigh muscles and legs struggling, and wrapped in her own fishnet stockings, there was no real progress.
Was Blau so fat, or was she so weak herself? That question pounded ViVi's mind for her own futility!
To her good fortune, Blau decided to evolve this, getting up off her face, letting her take a decent gulp of air between her coughs, then grabbing her by the pigtails and forcing her off the canvas.
Though ViVi grumbled and shrieked at the mistreatment of her silky hair, she obeyed her opponent's insistence and let herself be thrown backwards into the corner, closing her eyes with another cry of pain from the impact she had first received with her back. The Briton used her arms to cling to the ropes and stay on her feet.
Unfortunately, just as ViVi opened her eyes a moment later to find out what her opponent had in store, the bluenette crashed shoulder-first into ViVi's belly!
"
GUUUUGH!!"
The gorgeous succubus' eyes grew wide as her mouth opens from all the oxygen being expelled from her lungs, at the same time spraying saliva from the expulsion, as her abdomen collapses from the impact, the blow exiting her back, forcing her body to buckle, her legs coming off the canvas and her ass rubbing and snapping over the middle turnbuckle, flailing about from her pomposity being exposed from the impact. Before sliding out of that corner nook because, after that shoulder thrust, ViVi collapsed in front of the corner until she was kneeling on the canvas, lost, out of breath, and with her arms around her waist as she drooled. Stunned.
She wasn't prepared to take one more attack. Not one like that!
If the blow had been any harder, the third queen would be with her head on the canvas and her ass in the air. Perhaps unconscious. To her fortune and misfortune, it was not.
Now, her eyes were frozen in that choked expression as drooled.