Thunder & Lightning vs Love & Lust: Strip Smother Collar Chaos

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When Storm had dreamed of becoming a wrestler, she imagined the glitz, the glamour, the athleticism and the technical skill.

She hadn’t imagined herself sitting bare-assed on a naked femboy’s face.

Yet, she couldn’t deny, there was no small amount of satisfaction to be had from this. A devilish smile grew across her formerly dour face, as she revelled in the revenge she was now taking on her opponent. Having been made to look silly before, by the stinkface-happy boys, Angel was now the image of defeat, sprawled out beneath her, head engulfed, his manhood pointing rather awkwardly into the air.

Storm gave his cock a contemptuous flick, and settled in for the smother. Since her bottoms had been taken, there was nothing protecting Angel’s face from her big, round arse, and she could feel his nose and mouth sink deeper and deeper into the sweaty, fleshy prison. She knew her gagged victim would be suffering supremely in the hot, gruelling smother… and she found herself enjoying every second of it.

“Well, you’ve gone quiet,” she noted archly to Jamie, as the smother wore on, and the poor, limp Angel showed no signs of escaping his awful predicament. “Think your partner is still happy that you stole my thong? Think you might owe him an apology, to be honest,” she cackled, bouncing up and down on her seat, but keeping him firmly wedged in her derriere.

Seconds turned to minutes, and it was clear that the momentum had swung emphatically in Storm’s favour. With no mercy or remorse, she made sure Angel stayed in the suffocating facesit, right to the last. Eventually, it was clear that he had gone limp, and she let his arm drop to make a show of his unconsciousness.

Having scored a smother fall against her naked foe, there was one final formality. Storm peeled her backside up off the sleeping Angel’s face, and dragged his limp form over to a free corner, where she picked up the collar that was tethered to the turnbuckle, and locked it around her opponent’s neck.

Angel was now trapped, and the score was one apiece!!

The fans cheered the British girls’ comeback, and Storm turned back towards Jamie, readying herself to dispatch the black-haired man in similar fashion!

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If he had the wherewithal to be considering his position right now, Angel might have had time to appreciate just how poorly his attempt to show off at Storm's expense had truly gone, a disaster that topped any that he had experienced within the ring before! However, after eating a crushing powerbomb, being hoisted right back up and spiked onto his head with a jumping piledriver, and now finally gagged with his own thong and facesat, there was really not much going through his head besides his focus on the suffocating darkness he had been thrust into! The heavyweight Scotswoman after making sure that Angel was well and truly stripped down bare, would sit her naked ass upon his face, wedging him deep in her buttcrack as she wiggled her hips and settled down atop him, performing a very thorough smother on the blonde!

Storm seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit as well, really grinding down on Angel as a smile grew on her face, and while seated firmly atop him, she would turn and begin to taunt Jamie, the raven haired male raising an eyebrow on the apron. Storm certainly seemed more confident than just a moment ago, and it was true that she was well and truly in control, with Angel looking like he wouldn't last much longer!

"Oh, by all means, I'm just enjoying the show. Please ignore me." Jamie responded, sounding quite unbothered by Storm's mockery. He knew that Angel was likely done for and showing little interest might at least annoy the heavyweight a bit further. As well as...

"Besides, not sure if I need to apologize. He looks like he's enjoying himself." Jamie pointed, noting Angel's erection. Despite how dazed he must be, Storm's flick of his member would show just how hard he was, and as she wiggled her naked ass against his face he would give a low groan from underneath her, his member twitching as his body slowly but surely relaxed until he was not moving anymore. With that, Angel had been definitively smothered out by the half-naked heavyweight, and was defenseless as she pulled him to the corner and strapped a collar on him!

"Well, guess that leaves just the two of us. You ready to dance with me, Storm?" Jamie's smirk never faded as he would slip through the ropes and take a place within the ring, standing across from the bottomless heavyweight. With that smug look upon his face, Jamie would raise a hand and gesture Storm to come at him, looking to let her barrel towards him to start this final showdown!

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Storm stalked out of the corner where the annihilated Angel lay, fixing her eyes on Jamie.

“You’re damn right I’m ready to dance. I’m thinking a highland jig on your fucking head,” she smiled back, coarse as ever. Irritation with her smug, pretty-boy opponent was high, and spiked as he raised his hand in invitation, but Storm fought the impulse to blindly attack. A furious, unthinking charge had caught her out before, and she really didn’t want to make the same mistake again. This was the final act of this drama, and any slip ups from either wrestler would be costly, painfully so.

So, reigning back her inner thug, Storm remained professional, circling Jamie as she looked for an opening. “You have no idea what’s coming your way, do you?” she snarled.

Treat this like a standard match, she tried to tell herself. Ignore the fact your arse is on show.

She wouldn’t waste too much time on mind games, though. The heavyweight wrestler would circle in quickly and raise her arms. Ostensibly, she looked like she was going for a grapple, but she would fire a snap punch at Jamie’s face once she got close.

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With Angel now officially eliminated from the bout following Storm's utterly definitive squashing of the blonde, that meant that there was only one wrestler left on each team, bringing this match down to the wire as Jamie now entered through the ropes. With the two having shared words earlier, it was clear that Jamie and Storm's personalities clashed in quite the spectacular fashion, with the large Scotswoman barking back at him, looking like she was more than ready to flatten him if he weren't careful. Still, she'd need to get her hands on him to do so, and Jamie knew that he very much needed to prevent that from happening if he wanted to finish this match in his favor! So with those thoughts in mind, he would step forward and begin to circle Storm as well, keeping a close eye on his opponent as they moved into the final stages of this encounter!

Jamie watched closely as Storm, circling in closer and closer, raised her hands up and moved towards him, looking as though she were looking for a grapple. That already was something he wasn't sure would be in his favor, but when she moved close enough, the pants-less wrestler would suddenly throw a sudden punch his way, Jamie's eyes widening as her fist shot out at him.

"Woah!" The effeminate male let out a yelp as he dodged backwards, Storm's fist coming inches from his face as he shifted back, taking a few steps to make some distance between him and the brunette, only to feel his back come up against the ropes.

"That's not good..." Jamie now had nowhere left to move, and was looking quite trapped. Which was exactly what he wanted. Hoping that Storm would come charging in if she felt that she had the advantage, Jamie would attempt to draw her in close, before suddenly grabbing the ropes on either side of himself, using them to swing both of his feet up into the air and shooting them out, attempting to slam them both into Storm's chest the second she was within range!

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Storm was no boxer, but she certainly fancied her chances throwing fists against these femboys. She was sad to see her first swing narrowly miss Jamie’s face, but it still served some purpose, as it forced him to retreat to the ropes.

Sensing that he had less avenue for retreat, now, Storm would look to go in for the kill, clenching her fist and winding up with a lot more force… but before she could launch the attack, she was suddenly booted in the chest by Jamie, utilising the ropes for a snap jumping kick.

“Ungh!!” Storm grunted, staggering backwards, her large breasts straining against her blue top as they stung from the blow. She rubbed her chest and snarled. Nothing had changed – Jamie was still up against the ropes – except, Storm was angrier now. She decided to attack again whilst his options were still limited, closing the gap with a quick charge, and shaping for a clothesline – planning to smack Jamie straight into the ropes, and maybe over them if she managed to channel all of her annoyance into the move!

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Entering the ring, Jamie and Storm were now officially the last ones standing, and before long, the two would slowly work their way together, getting closer and closer as they both prepped themselves for one final clash to determine who would come out on top! Storm made sure to try and start things in her favor, suddenly darting forwards and throwing a jab Jamie's direction, but the effeminate man would duck out of the way, dodging backwards and putting himself against the ropes, seemingly cornered! But as Storm suddenly moved in his direction, Jamie grasped hold of the cables to either side, before he would swing his legs up and shoot his feet out into Storm's chest, slamming her hard with a kick. The blow forced her backwards, buying him some room, and as Jamie planted his feet back on the canvas, he felt a rush of confidence, seemingly having stopped Storm.

Or at least, he had thought so. But the big brunette, likely annoyed from suffering so many indignities this match, was able to push through the pain in her chest, suddenly charging back towards the raven haired male! Jamie's eyes widened, but he didn't have time to try another kick, and so Storm's arm would suddenly slam him straight in the chest, whipping him backwards and over the ropes!

"UUGH! Waaaaah!" Jamie grunted as the air was physically beat out of him, before toppling over the ropes and bouncing off the apron, before finally landing hard outside of the ring, having been forced from it completely by the angry Scotswoman. Jamie dropped roughly onto the ground, and for a moment, laid there and took a deep breath, recovering some air before he did anything else. From there, however, he recognized that he needed to move fast, and he would look to get back onto his feet before Storm could capitalize!

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It was a sign of how closely-fought this match had been, that Storm felt a strong sense of satisfaction as her clothesline connected hard with Jamie. She now knew he was a slippery customer, and a threat to be reckoned with, so it was with no little relief that Storm watched Jamie sail over the ropes, fall awkwardly onto the apron, and then crumple painfully on the the concrete floor outside the ring.

The crowd roared at the sight of the thonged man spilling out of the ring, and Storm sensed blood. The heavyweight woman stepped neatly through the ropes, and stood on the outside apron for a moment, pondering her next move. There weren’t many rules in this match, and moving things out of the ring would provide plenty of opportunity for Storm to get the violent revenge she craved.

A grim smile spread across her features as she watched Jamie start to stagger to his feet. Storm raised her arm, and then jumped outwards, off the apron – looking to land a flying elbow straight between Jamie’s shoulders, and send him sprawling back onto the unforgiving arena floor!

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Despite Jamie managing to get his feet up in time and blast Storm with a hard kick to the chest, the big Scotswoman wouldn't be stopped so easily at this point, and so she would rush back forwards, this time with Jamie unable to get his legs up to stop her! And so before he could properly prepare, Storm's arm was clubbing him hard in the chest, and the pantless heavyweight would slam him over the ropes, Jamie tumbling backwards and bouncing awkwardly off of the ring apron before landing on the floor outside! His drop was a rough one, the air rushing out of his body as he landed, but he was fairly quick to start picking himself back up, peeling his body off of the floor as he looked to rise before Storm could capitalize.

Unfortunately, he didn't make it.

Unbeknownst to Jamie, Storm had exited the ring close behind him, and as he was getting back up to his full height, she would suddenly leap towards him, swinging an arm down to club him hard between the shoulder blades!

"UUGH!" Jamie let out a yelp as the breath he had barely recovered was forced from his body, and Storm would land atop him, crushing him flat against the floor, completely nullifying his progress back up! The effeminate man gave a groan from his position on the floor, but he was left helpless at Storm's feet, with the halfway naked heavyweight standing tall above him, no doubt having plans in mind that he wouldn't much enjoy!

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Storm was hardly an aerial wrestler, but she was happy to take risks on big, high-impact attacks, her flying elbow from the apron being a prime example. The crowd cheered at the audacious attempt, and roared in approval when it connected.

Jamie’s scantily-clad body crumpled beneath her own, falling back to the concrete floor and cushioning her own fall somewhat. The impact was still jarring for her, but nowhere near as bad as it was for her victim. Instinctively, she got to her feet in short order, whereas Jamie was left sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain.

Even if it wasn’t a match-ending blow, it was surely in the same ballpark, and Storm sensed victory would soon be hers. Just a little more humiliation and brutality to dish out on this annoying opponent, she thought.

Storm stooped to grab Jamie by the elbow and hair, pulling his limp form upright… only to drag him over to the metal barrier separating the crowd from the ring, and ruthlessly slam him face-down into the unforgiving steel.

Some of the crowd groaned in sympathy, but Storm was eyeing them up close and could see their animal excitement, as the spectacle almost reached the front row. Leaving poor Jamie bent over the barrier, Storm would move to slip his pink thong down his thighs, making him all but naked in front of the fans.

“Been a really naughty boy, haven’t you?” She jeered, holding his head down with her left hand, whilst raising her right and holding it in an ominous open palm position. Storm cackled, enjoying her dominance, before swinging her hand down, connecting with Jamie’s bare, bent-over posterior in an unforgiving ass slap!

“Let’s see how well you learn your lesson!” She grinned, firing several more slaps down at her foe, subjecting him to a painful spanking!