The British Bombshells vs Upper Echelon (d)

[winner3]

With Gemma trapped in the corner and Holly all the way in the opposite corner the ring, powerless to help, the heavyweight heel team went to work!

"Speedbag her." Sandy said to her partner as she began propping a semiconscious Faraday up in the corner. She'd drape Gemma's arms over the top rope to open her up completely to strikes in her chest and abs! Sandy would clench her fists before throwing just a couple of quick jabs!

"As you wish." Lady Antiqua answered her partner with closed, disinterested eyes. She'd open them and look on with a slight smile as Sandy threw a punch at Gemma's right breast and then her left one. Her large frame hid the questionably legal blows from the referee's field of vision. The Englishwoman would finish up with a right hook to Gemma's exposed abs before Lilliana tapped Sandy's shoulder to make a tag!

Further punishment would be scheduled for the battered British Bombshell. Lilliana took her time entering the ring. The audience welcomed her with a torrent of boos and insults, all of which the woman of pedigree ignored. Lilliana squared up like a pro. Her stance indicative of her rich background as a boxer. Had Gemma remained in place, the purple haired heavyweight amazon would proceed to adhere to her partner's requests and fire off a rapid burst of painful jabs at Gemma's core! She'd relent only when the isolated foe fell to her knees or onto her butt. Lilliana would stand over her foe. Her red eyes looked down upon Gemma like any elitist would at a commoner.

"This is beneath me...." Lilliana would say before once tagging her partner. This time, rather than keep Gemma in the corner, Upper Echelon would take advantage of the moment by going for a double team! Sandy would pluck Gemma from the corner and yank her by the hair towards the center of the ring. The heavyweight pair would collectively ignore the official's warnings as they each laid a hand on Gemma's throat to set her up for a thunderous, echoing Double Chokeslam in the center of the ring!

[Luncha_Libre]

"Wh-what?" Gemma groaned, as Sandy's words roused her back to consciousness. She was hanging limply from the ropes, her body an easy target for Upper Echelon as she hung from their corner. Her body was draped along the top rope, her firm curves hanging from that top rope between the members of Upper Echelon, looking all too vulnerable as she squiremed between them.

"AHH! Uhgn! Arrgh!" Gemma groaned, as Sandy's fists sank into her body. Hard knuckles rocked against Gemma's soft flesh, the punches compacting and bruising Gemma's soft pale flesh, knocking the wind out of her and rocking her body. Gemma squirmed and struggled, bouncing up and down underneath Sandy's fists, unable to do any more than squirm underneath Sandy's relentless assault!

With her mouth wide open, Gemma would bring both of her hands up to massage her aching breasts. Gemma kneaded the soft, pale flesh, trying to work the pain out of them as she hung there. Her abs tightened, the refree noticing that more than Gemma kneading her own supple, tenderized chest. The punky Bombshell shook her head, a futile protest against the pitiful beating she was taking.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGH~~"" Gemma screamed, as the next member of Upper Echelon came in and thoroughly punished her body. The boxer was ruthless as she destroyed Gemma, rocking her against the turnbuckle, making the steampunker writhe and bounce against the ropes, just absorbing blow after blow. Eventually, Gemma would tumble down to her ass, looking up at the dominant Lilliana. Gemma was completely lost in the ring, unsure of even the identity of who was beating her ass at the moment!

"Not fair, ref!" Holly protested, all too aware of what was going on. "Make them let up!" Holly leaned over the top rope, her face flush with frustration as she braced her arms against the top rope. Her ample chest was quivering over the top rope, her body shivering as she waited for Gemma to finally tag her in, already! However, all this would accomplish is taking the referees attention long enough for Upper Echelon to get into the ring, and yank Gemma off her perky bum for a double chokeslam!

Gemma's legs bucked and kicked, a pititful protest as they hoisted the little punk up, then slammed her into the mat with a chokeslam! Gemma rocked off the mat, spine arching and chest thrusting upward! In the end, Gemma fell to the canvas at the feet of her opponents, sighing loudly as her body shuddered, the fight clearly leaving her and presenting an easy target to her opponent!

[winner3]

After working Gemma over to the point of concerning every viewer, staff member, and person in attendance, the two brutish heavyweights stood over her like they had accomplished something. The referee would begin to speak up. The two of them were in the ring together a couple seconds past the allotted time given to a pair that just made a tag. Sandy was still was still the legal woman. With that in mind, the purple haired amazon would turn towards her corner to begin making her way back.

"Summon me again when you're prepared to finish up. Like I said, this is beneath me."

"Yeah yeah, Misses 'I don't like beating up jobbers'. You know, if we don't take out the trash, it'll pile up. We're doing LAW a favor by discouraging weak wrestlers!" Sandy protested. Her tag partner simply chuckled and continued on. Lilliana did agree with her partner, despite the front that she put up.

With their exchange out of the way, Sandy would smile widely before looking down at Gemma in the center of the ring, and then at Holly Matheson in the Bombshell's corner. She'd lift her bare foot over the face of Farady, making it seem like she was going to stomp the woman's face in. But just as anticipation and fear mounted concerning what Sandy would do to Gemma, the blue-clad Giantess would simply rest her foot gentle on the side of the face of the downed wrestler. She'd rest a hand on her hip and maintain eye contact with Holly, as if egging her on. It took the referee, and perhaps Holly a moment to realize what she was doing. White was on technically on top of a wrestler whose shoulders down and in contact with the mat.

"Count it." Sandy commanded. And the official obliged. The ref dropped down to begin. It was now evident that Sandy was looking at Holly, expecting her to intervene before Gemma's pin was counted and her team was defeated.

"ONE.....!"

On the first count, Sandy shrugged her shoulders towards the busty, curvaceous Ms. Matheson to taunt her and compel her to enter the ring against one of the two heavyweights that completely dismantled her partner.

"TW-" The second count nearly came but it was paused and the pin was broken, by Sandy herself! The Giantess would snicker to herself whilst indulging in these mind games. Despite having a chance to wrap things up with a dominant pin, she'd voluntarily break it up to keep the match going. White would bend down to pull Gemma up by her hair. She'd force the steampunk themed girl to her feet before unceremoniously tossing her towards her team's corner. Sandy didn't care if Gemma were conscious or not - if she were still good to compete or not. She'd let Farady fall near or even into her corner before lifting a finger and curling it to beckon Holly to make the tag and step into the ring!

"You're the clumsy Bombshell, right? Come on! Get in here and get some of what your partner got!"

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma was laid out at Upper Echelon's feet, lifeless body unmoving. There was a grim silence over the crowd, after watching the pretty young fan-favorite get absolutely devastated by the powerhouse and her hard-hitting partner. Gemma only lay there, limp body unmoving as Sandy and Linnette stalked around her, having completely destroyed the usually promising-looking young wrestler.

Gemma couldn't even register any of her opponents' taunts as she lay there, head swimming in pain and struggling to keep from slipping totally into the darkness. At least, until Sandy's bare foot pressed down into Gemma's face! She could hear the ref counting, and tried to will her arms and legs to do something, anything, to save her from the move humiliating pinfall of her life. Instead, she could only lie there, twitching slightly, as she felt Sandy's dirty toes dig in across her pretty little nose, pushing up against her thick eye lashes, waiting for the ref to declare her the ultimate loser ...

At ringside, Holly was beside herself. Normally relying on Gemma to be the punky girl to be the tougher of the duo. Unfortunately, from where the posh young Bombshell stood, it seemed her best friend was about half-dead, and she might have to go it alone into the slaughterhouse! Still, pride and a fierce desire not to go home a loser yet again forced Holly's hand, stepping between the ropes and preparing for a full run to break the pinfall. Sandy just placed a foot lazily on Gemma's face, but Holly knew she couldn't let the Bombshells lose in such a horrible, unforgettably humiliating fashion.

Holly nearly tripped on the ropes stopping herself, when Sandy pulled her foot off of Gemma's face. "Rrrgh," Holly growled, "you little ..." She was embarrassed at the taunt, but not nearly as much as she would have been if the Bombshells had been defeated like that. The crowd was getting restless, seeing the obvious advantage that Upper Echelon had. The British Bombshells had a lot of fans, yet, and those fans were getting more and more worried that this might be the young women's worst night in the ring, yet!

Sandy grabbed Gemma, pulling her up roughly. The punky Bombshell's white hair hung around her face, while she stared half-conscious out into the crowd. The poor girl looked somewhere between unconscious and miserable, her wide eyes barely registering anything but pain. Sandy shoved her body toward the corner, and Gemma could only go stumbling wherever her body was shoved!

"Uuhn!" Gemma grunted, as her slender body slammed into the turnbuckle. For a moment, she seemed to dangle there. Legs going limp, Gemma dangled there just long enough for Holly to reach out, slap her shoulder, and get a tag the referee could recognize. Holly started to step between the ropes, and Gemma's lifeless body hit the mat like a stone. The fans groaned, seeing the more vivacious of the young Bombshells go down so hard, so quickly in the match. Legs trembling slightly, her curvy bottom quivering in her white singlet, Holly stepped into the ring alone without any promise of back up!

"All right," Holly said, taking a deep breath, "keep calm and wrestle on, right?" Holly tried to ignore Sandy's taunts, not wanting to let the powerful heavyweight get under her skin. Still, her heart was threatening to pound out of her chest. She needed some kind of confidence, something to rally behind. Gemma's body rolled out of the ring, lying on the apron. Holly took a step toward her opponent.

Holly extended her arms, then turned to the fans. A few started to shout words of encouragement, wanting to inspire a rally in the fan-favorite Brit. Grabbing onto that, Holly reached her hands out, and brought them out together in a clap. Then another. In a moment, she was pounding out a rhythm. "Brit-ish Bomb-shells!" Clap clap, clapclapclap! "Brit-ish Bomb-Shells!" the crowd started to chant, as Holly spurred them on. Holly raised her hands above her head, chest bouncing around in her singlet to further encourage the fans to get behind the chant. Getting the crowd behind the idea of a comeback was one thing, and something Holly seemed to be succeeding at. Now, stepping hesitantly toward the center of the ring and glaring at her powerful opponents, Holly just had to convince herself that it was possible ...

[winner3]

Left at Sandy's mercy, Gemma's condition was put on display for all to see. The Giantess played mind games with the pass out steampunk-themed wrestler. She used her to goad Holly into the ring. She tossed Faraday towards her partner to draw her out like a moth to a flame. With her partner semi-conscious and trembling in her corner, the sight of Gemma having been overwhelmed beyond all comprehension was very clear and effective discouragement for Bombshell fans and the one remaining active member of their team. And despite all this, in the face of adversity, Holly Matheson stepped into the ring with her head held high. She gave herself the assurance she needed before stepping forward to face the malicious heavyweight before her. She even began to put on display the same heart and dedication that earned her team so many fans at LAW and other wrestling promotions, alike. With her claps, stomps, and cheers fueling them, the audience couldn't help but echo her battle cries!

"Brit-ish Bomb-shells!" Clap clap, clap-clap-clap! "Brit-ish Bomb-Shells!" They all began to chime in. Sandy's devilish smirk would change to a much more amused one. The 6 foot+ tall girl would place her hands on her hips and shake her head before slowly warming up to the showing Holly was putting on.

"Bri-tish! Bomb-shell! Clap clap, clap-clap-clap" White actually joined in for one full iteration. And as soon as she finished clapping, White lunged at the smaller wrestler with her foot raised to try and nail her square in the face with her bare foot via a Big Boot style kick! If the kick connected, Sandy would stand over a face-down Holly and chuckle to herself. Despite having patronized Matheson, she was actually warming up to this Bombshell. If things continued going Sandy's way, she'd stand over the fallen Englishwoman, allowing Holly to find her way to her feet, perhaps even using Sandy's long, toned legs as a base to steady herself and find her way up. Sandy would allow the girl to rise and lean against her, opting to curl her finger's under the base of Matheson's chin to force eye contact.

"I've got a soft spot for you, girl. You were a brave, genuine face despite having a deck stacked against you. I'm actually gonna feel a little bad about putting you down." With that, the Giantess would continue her effort to command the match. She'd tuck Holly's head between her mighty thighs to try to get her in a Double Underhook. White would jump up with Holly in tow to try and spike her into the canvas headfirst with a well-executed Pedigree! The move would be quite devastating, but Sandy anticipated that it would take a little more than that to put this British Bombshell on ice. The blue-clad heavyweight would slowly work her way up to her feet after hitting the move. Again she'd assume her dominant position standing over Holly. She'd look down at the fan favorite wrestler and begin encouraging her in her own way.

"Get up when you're ready. I'm gonna keep putting you down till all that noble fight has been snuffed out of ye. I'm curious to see just how much fight you've got." She'd say with a curious smile.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma flopped the ring apron when her partner tagged her out. The punky young Bombshell was barely conscious, and the part of her still clinging to life was telling her to just go ahead and pass out. As Gemma's svelte body rolled beneath the ring rope and came to rest on the apron, she looked a mess. Both members of Upper Echelon had absolutely bodied her, leaving her looking like an absolute trainwreck. The pretty young woman way covered in sweat, her hair was matted to her face with tears. Her ample bust threatened to come spilling out of her tank top while she clutched at her aching belly, heaving as she struggled to breathe. Gemma was in agony, and there was no question as to how Sandy had absolutely dominated her.

Now, Holly was stepping into the ring. With some grit, pluck, and a good sense of rhythm, the buxom British Bombshell had succeeded in getting a good chant going to rally her team. It was clearly too late to help the quivering Gemma, but maybe it would give Holly the strength to succeed where her friend had failed ...

Then, another voice joined in. Holly turned in confusion, surprised to hear Sandy's voice picking up the chant and keeping it going. "Wh-what?" Holly barely had time to stammer out the word, before Sandy came crashing into the young woman with a big boot! The strike connected, snapping Holly's head back and knocking the Brit to the floor! The chant died in the air, as Holly's face planted against the mat, her curvy ass sticking up in the air.

Holly panicked, knowing she couldn't let herself rest. She scrambled, pushing herself up to her knees. Then, she treached out for anything she could find, to help her get up. She hoped for the ring ropes, but found Sandy's thick legs instead. Scrambling, the poor Brit climbed her opponent. Holly's buxom figure slid up Sandy, pressing tight against her as she struggled to get her disoriented self back upright. Sandy grabbed Holly's chin as the British Bombshell accidentally braced her hands against Sandy's ass.

"N-no," Holly panted, Sandy's words striking fear into her. Tears began to well up in Holly's eyes. "No, wait!" Still, there was nothing she could do. Sandy twisted Holly's arms up and behind her. Holly's head was tucked between powerful thighs, and her ass was wiggling for the fans as her legs struggled in futility to get free. Sandy hopped off the mat, and spiked Holly's pretty face into the canvas with the pedigree!

Holly's body flopped against the mat. Her soft ass twitched, the white fabric of her ring gear having ridden up into a thong with her pathetic attempts to get free. "Aaauugh!" Holly sobbed, feeling her bangs matted against her forehead with sweat and tears. She feared some blood might be flowing. Sandy's condescending words cut her to the quick, making Holly's body shiver with a massive sob. Still, Holly knew she had people to live up to. Her partner Gemma. Her boyfriend, Blanco Sombre. Friends like Lauren Fredericks. She couldn't just lie down and die, she told herself. Holly pounded a boot against the mat. A clap formed around that stomp, a noise moving through an audience that still wanted to believe in the Bombshells. Holly grabbed Sandy's calf, and started to pull herself up. Her body trembled, but over time, she started to come up. Peeling her soft body off the canvas, Holly slide her body up against Sandy's as she tried to stand again. Holly's ring gear began to slide down her body, her ample breasts threatening to pop out at any moment. Holly's usually pretty hair was matted against her face, looking sticky. Her shoulders heaved, her back quivered, but Holly wouldn't stay down. Holly was getting back up, trembling but ready to keep up the fight!

[winner3]

Holly fought the same way she often acted- with her heart on her sleeve. The sight of her at Sandy's feet and at Sandy's mercy in a small puddle of her own tears, sweat, and sadness, tugged at the heartstrings of fans throughout the arena and everyone watching at home. Sandy, herself, almost felt some measure of remorse. Breaking other women in the ring mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically were all facets of her work ethic that the Giantess was more than happy to highlight on her resume. But despite the painful, thorough, and systematic dismantling of the British Bombshells that Upper Echelon was orchestrating by nearly turning this match into a handicap match at the Bombshell's expense, Holly's fighting spirit shone through brightly in the darkness of adversity!

Despite looking like she just went ten rounds with one of the strongest wrestlers on the LAW roster, the Brit peeled herself up from the mats and worked her way up to her feet! It wasn't pretty, but it was a defining moment in the match!

"You know...you're almost making me feel bad, Holly. But getting up like that, looking at me like you still wanna fight even when you know you have no chance.....," As Holly slowly rose up, Sandy began to speak in typical expected fashion: condescendingly, though with a hint of intrigue in her tone of voice. As the blue-clad heavyweight trailed off, Matheson would finally be on her feet. The audience roared in approval. White even let them have their moment for a few seconds, but as quickly as the cheers came, as quickly as Holly had found her footing, Sandy raised her fist quickly to sink it into that exposed tummy of Matheson's! If the punch connected, Sandy would reach for the back of the legal opponent's head with her hand. Sandy would pull her in close to allow her foe to lean against her for balance, fearing that Holly might go down again. Sandy needed her foe up for what she had planned next.

"And it's just so sexy!"

White would tuck the tattered, sweaty hair of Holly's head between her muscular thighs. If this set up went uncontested, Sandy would reach forward for the fabric of Holly's one piece on her lower back. The garment had been riding high since the first time Sandy drilled Holly into the mat. And for Sandy, it would serve as another means through which she could put her foe on display! The Giantess would grab hold of the outfit and yank it high, testing the limits of Matheson's wrestling attire, and pulling her up with such force that a painful wedgie would carry Holly's feet clear off the mat! She'd likely kick and struggle for freedom, but Sandy would hike the one piece up even higher, putting virtually all of Holly's backside on display for the world to see! If the gesture sufficiently distracted and demeaned the active British Bombshell, Sandy would keep Holly's lower body airborne for a good few seconds before abruptly releasing her! She'd then reach forward to try and grab that torso to flip sexy, beaten down Matheson onto her shoulders to set her up for a Turnbuckle Powerbomb!

Sandy would experience little to no difficulty hoisting Matheson up. She'd aim to slam the girl viciously into the corner to leave her laid out there in a seated position! If Sandy continued her domineering mean streak, she'd eye Gemma in the corner and play up the moment as she approached the strung-out vixen to grab her by the hair and tug over the ropes and into the ring.....

[Luncha_Libre]

At ringside, Gemma Faraday was starting to get her bearings. Head swimming, the punky young Bombshell struggled to remember the last time she’d gotten such a massive beating, which for the frequently imperiled Bombshell, was saying something. Worse, though, was realizing that Holly, the more posh and softer of the Bombshells, was now in the ring alone with the merciless Upper Echelon.

Stuggling to get up to her feet, Holly looked up at Sandy with determination. The fans’ chants in support mixed with Sandy’s haughty taunting in Holly’s ears. Narrowing her eyes, Holly tried to glare at her opponent, looking to raise her hands and attempt a lock-up, wanting nothing more than to show Sandy that the British Bombshell wasn’t just some sexy body, but an actual competitor!

However, before Holly could bring herself in to grapple, Sandy’s fist sank right into her belly. “HOOOFFF!” Holly moaned, the blow knocking the wind right out of her. Holly’s soft body sank into Sandy, Holly’s knees threatening to buckle despite her best efforts. The chant died down, and Holly felt completely alone with the brutal Sandy. “Nnuh!” Holly grunted, as she felt Sandy grab her roughly by the head, shoving the Bombshell’s pretty little head between her thighs. “N-no! NO!” Holly protested, legs pumping and stomping as Holly attempted a waistlock around Sandy. The Bombshell was expecting another pedigree, a move she knew she simply couldn’t survive again. What came instead, however, was much worse.

“Nnnngh!” Holly moaned, throat clenching as she felt Sandy work her fingers into the fabric of Holly’s ring gear, and yank the already-riding attire into a hard wedgie! The tight fabric cut into the sensitive flesh of Holly’s butt, making her squirm in discomfort. Worse, however, Sandy kept yanking to an incredible degree, until the fabric was completely buried between Holly’s legs and ass, and exposing both of her large, round cheeks to the fans in attendance! The resulting cheers and jeers totally undermined Holly’s attempts to look like a serious competitor, instead putting her on display as the piece of helpless eye candy that she had wanted desperately to prove she wasn’t!

“Nn—eeeayaaaaah!” Holly cried out loudly as Sandy cranked on the wedgie mercilessly, even taking her feet off the canvas! Holly’s legs pumped and kicked as she fought for freedom, accomplishing nothing but making her bare ass jiggle and bounce in full view of the fans. “Nn-nnooo …” Holly whimpered, hearing fabric strain, threatening to give, as it dug into her ass and crotch. Sandy seemed to milk the moment, letting Holly wallow in misery and abject humiliation, before shifting gears and hoisting her up onto her shoulders.

Holly sobbed for air as she was seated up onto Sandy, high in the air. The Bombshell’s bare ass sat against Sandy’s breasts, while Holly’s tear-stained face nestled into her own breasts atop Sandy’s head. Holly looked an absolute mess, panting for breath. The poor Brit seemed to have no idea what was happening as Sandy paraded her around the ring … right up to the moment that the heavyweight flung her hard into a turnbuckle powerbomb! “AAAAAAAUGH!” Holly screamed as her back hit the turnbuckle. The Brit writhed in pain for a second, generous bust thrust forward as her spine arched in agony. Then, Holly dropped to the mat, her bare ass mushrooming against the canvas. Holly gave a full-body twitch, and her head slumped forward.

Watching from ringside, Gemma was beside herself. She’d tried grabbing the top rope, and calling out to her partner for a desperation hot tag. Those cries fell on def ears, however, and just like the rest of the fans, Gemma was forced to watch her partner’s bare ass get exposed, before Holly herself was unceremoniously squashed like a bug. Worse, however, it seemed Sandy was turning her attention back to the steampunker!

“AH! Leggo!” Gemma cried out, wrapping her hands around Sandy’s wrist as the girl grabbed her hair. Gemma’s pigtails had mostly come out, and her white hair was easy pickings for Sandy. The pull was hard, making Gemma squeal in pain. In the end, Gemma was forced to jump with the pull, even, as resistance could have meant Sandy yanking her bald! Gemma landed hard on her ass in the ring, wincing in pain and holding her tender butt as she fell to her side. A few feet away, Holly was struggling to lift her head, only vaguely aware that her friend was now in the ring with her, and dire the situation looked for the both of them!

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"HehehahHAHAHAHA! Woooo! Nothing does it for me like weeding these novices out of MY league! Out of MY LAW!" Sandy arrogantly taunted with her arms out. She brought her hands back to herself and onto her own person to emphasize that she felt this wrestling promotion basically belonged to her. The Giantess calmed down and glanced to an essentially sandbagged Holly on the floor in the corner. She narrowed her eyes before following up on her gloating. "Well.....almost nothing...."

The blue clad heavyweight would bend down to grab hold of the downed Faraday's arm. White would begin to drag the white haired Bombshell across the mats in inelegant fashion. Gemma's upper body would be hoisted from the canvas as Sandy hauled her towards the corner with her partner. The brunette heavyweight would begin trying to situate Gemma in the corner. She'd lean her up against Holly, seemingly to set her up for a specific move she had in mind!

"Sit there and look pretty for me ya pair of jobbers. This'll be the treat, I promise." The woman said in a gruff, malicious tone. Sandy would lean Gemma's head back such that it was next to Holly's. The towering wrestler would then rise up to her feet and turn around. She wiggled her backside from side to side to tease a Stinkface for a second before casually squatting down to park her blue booty on the British Bombshells! She'd make sure that each girl got a faceful of each cheek, and pressed down on their faces with an excited bounce! White took her time getting comfortable! She'd aim to take a good second to break in her new seats before addressing the crowd!

"So I've been mulling this over in my head for a bit. I'm happy to be the cleanup crew. To put weak women like these and the other lightweights and pretenders on notice! But I could be getting more out of it than just this satisfaction, right? From here on out, I'll be collecting defeated women of my choice to take home- POW match or not!" She cut a short promo about her intentions. If left uninterrupted and uncontested, Sandy would be called out by her partner. The referee had already been threatening Sandy to get out of the corner. And Lilliana wasn't keen on the idea of carrying in for another half hour of this.

"White! Let's wrap up. There's plenty more to do in the tag division. And you've more than had your fill...." Where Sandy sought thrills in her desire to steamrolls men and women of all skill levels, the other half of Upper Echelon only cared to destroy wrestlers that she deemed worthy of her time.

" Yeah, yeah...." Sandy protested. The entire exchange of words would be conducted with her wide booty rests atop the faces of the middleweight wrestlers! Sandy would grab the ropes on each side of her person and press down hard for a good five seconds before finally pulling herself from the enemy team's corner! The heavyweight would walk across the ring with a spring in her step, casually making her way over to tag her partner.

If all went well. The Bombshells would be on or even past the brink of consciousness, smothered thoroughly and dazed in their corner! Perfectly susceptible and putty in Upper Echelon's hands! If Sandy could make the tag, Lilliana would step through the ropes and the team of amazons would begin to make their way across the ring in menacing fashion with clear intentions to finish the job just as Antiqua demanded!

[Luncha_Libre]

“AH!” Gemma squealed when Sandy took her by the arm. The white-haired Bombshell kicked and bucked, but couldn’t work her way out of the heavyweight’s grip as she was dragged into he corner. Still battered from earlier in the match, Gemma was like a ragdoll as Sandy dragged her roughly into the corner, and threw her onto her partner Holly’s soft, helpless figure!

Holly stirred as Gemma’s body settled on top of her. Gemma’s head lulled backward, a sleepy look on her face as she stared out from beneath disheveled white locks. Her head leaned back against her partner, her slender body sinking into Holly’s pillowy, curvy softness. Holly moaned quizzically, eyes fluttering open. Visibly dazed and confused, Holly gave a dumbfounded, brainless look up … which then changed to a look of horror as she saw Sandy’s big, blue-clad ass closing in on her face!

“Mmmmfff! Fffkkk! Mmmffrffcckk!” Gemma tried to scream in protest, only to have her words and face totally smothered by Sandy’s ample cheeks. “Hnnnngh! Nnngh!” Holly didn’t fare much better, her pretty features disappearing beneath Sandy’s ass as the bigger woman settled on top of her!

Having been physically dominated, then called jobbers and treated as nothing but seats for their opponent, tonight was a new low for the British Bombshells. Which, considering their much-maligned career, was saying something. Gemma and Holly tried to protest, legs kicking and arms flailing pitifully, but nothing stopped Sandy from turning the beautiful young women into nothing more than cushions for her ass. She could address the crowd, make all the boasts she wanted, and the Bombshells were pitifully powerless to stop her!

Sandy gave her speech, and the Bombshells’ ears burned with her words. Beneath Sandy, Gemma and Holly were getting red-faced, burning with humiliation. They were being disrespected, belittled, utterly degraded … but from where they were, they were powerless to prove the heavyweight wrong! Finally, Sandy gave one last smother, her ample ass pressing down on their faces and choking out the last bits of protest left in their bodies. Holly and Gemma simply laid back in the corner, physically accepting their humiliating fate. When Sandy finally got off, both Gemma and Holly lurched forward, taking wide gasps of air. Gemma coughed, while Holly let out a loud sob.

“Gah!” Gemma spat, rolling off her friend’s body. “Sk-skank whale! Bloody hell!” Gemma was barely conscious, crawling away from Holly on all fours the moment that Sandy set her free.

Holly’s head rolled back, eyes opening again, little pink tongue poking from between her red lips as she fought to breathe again. “Uuuhhn, nononono …” Holly couldn’t believe what the Bombshells were suffering tonight. “Not like this,” she whined, “n-not going down like this …”

Face burning, Gemma got up to her knees and grabber her partner by the bodice. “C’mon!” Gemma groaned, pulling her friend up. Holly leaned forward, mostly out of a desire not to have her ample breasts come spilling out of her pulled ring gear as Gemma forced herself to her feet. Holly followed, and for a moment the two broken British Bombshells leaned on one another, the only support they had. They watched Sandy make the tag, and Lilliana stalk toward them. They took deep breaths.

“Raarrgh!” With a cry of rage, Gemma forced herself forward. With her last bit of strength, the Air Raid Siren teed into Lilliana with forearm strikes, trying to batter the bigger woman. Desperately following her friend’s lead, Holly did the same. Both women fought hard and desperate. The chant started coming up from their fans, as a rally started. With all the abuse they’d taken, however, and having nearly been smothered to death by Sandy White’s nonchalant stinkface, those strikes would be far less than the Bombshells could usually throw. Strikes that hadn’t seemed to have much effect anyway. Strikes, however, that neither woman was willing to stop throwing. All the while, their desperate fans were starting to get to their feet for this final rally, chanting, “Brit-ish Bomb-shells!” *clap, clap, clapclapclap*