Pom Pom Punchers vs. the Model Wrestlers

[Taskmaster12]

With that Misty had her foe trapped in the corner. And all it cost her was a headache that would go away in a few minutes. Smirking with her hands raised she looked at Misty’s currently defenseless figure. “You know I did a little boxing as well, mostly for felt defense purposes but still. Let’s see if you can tell.” Amber said. Throwing a quick punch to the body of Misty. Tagging her a few times before going higher and hitting her chest a few good times. Then she turned going for an uppercut to the chin.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty squirmed against the turnbuckle, but Amber had her trapped. Starting to panic, the model caught sight of Amber’s smirk and grimaced, knowing that didn’t bode well for her. Misty shook her head to protest Amber’s comment about boxing, realizing how vulnerable her body really was!

“AH! OWW!” Misty wailed as Amber hammered her curves with heavy blows. “Ooh, aaow! Aaagh!” Misty’s cries got more pathetic as Amber unloaded on her, rocking her body, rocking her belly with punches that knocked the wind out of her. “AAARGH!” Misty cried out, the first time one of Amber’s fists sank into her soft breast, treating her bouncing bust as a punching bag! Finally, with Misty literally on the ropes, Amber connected with an uppercut to the chin. Misty’s head rocked back, and her legs went limp. “Ooooh~” Misty moaned, head rolling backward, mouth slacked open as the punch left her swimming.

[Taskmaster12]

Her punches were fierce, the model was not prepared for the potency and left reeling from the strikes that kept her from offering any defense. Amber had always loved seeing an opponent crumble, mostly because she had been underestimated and looked down on. So bitches paying for it was a good feeling, “looks like you figured it out. Don’t worry I have others tricks.” Amber hopped backwards since Misty looked nice and immobile. Once she was a fair distance away Amber hopped. Cartwheeling on her hands and bouncing towards Misty as she ends up driving herself into her with a slam with style.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty lay spread out against the top rope, her curvy body hanging from the top rope while she took a hell of a beating from Amber. Wincing, Misty couldn't help but think about how she hadn't expected to catch this kind of beating from the sexy cheerleader. Amber was a much tougher customer than Misty had anticipated, and now the poor InstaGram model was paying for her empty-headed assumptions!

Taking a deep breath, Misty opened her eyes to see Amber backing away. "Wh-what are you talking about?" Misty asked, oblivious to what 'other tricks' might mean. Misty offered a desperate glance to Hana at ringside, seeing the redheaded bodybuilder holding out her hand, desperate for a tag. Before Misty could even try to reach out for it, however, Amber came cartwheeling toward her. "OOOFFF!" Misty grunted, as Amber's body splashed into her with a great deal of momentum, squishing Misty's soft body against the turnbuckle, crushing any hope that she might have had for escape!

[Taskmaster12]

Misty’s cute figure was subjected to a beating while Amber exhibited her fierceness. In the battle of models vs cheerleaders she had given herself an ample head start and wasn’t about to start letting that slip now that her next attack paid dividends, some way way it was too flashy over practicality but the results spoke for themselves and she still loved giving a show. Especially a show that was painful to the opposition like Misty. With her planted in the corner like this Amber briefly thought about pulling her off and maybe bringing her to there corner where Cheryl could have some fun as well. She decided agaisnt it when she figured she still had more she could do. Grabbing Misty’s legs she lifted her up and tried to place her entire body on the top rope so that Misty was sideways leaning on it. Then she had more plans for the model, raising her hands she dropped a double axe handle down on Misty, striking her a handful of times to keep pounding on her opponent. “We having fun here? Cause I know many ways to have all kinds of fun.” Then she turned around blew the crowd a kiss, and then jumped backwards to drive a Pele kick to Misty.

[Luncha_Libre]

“UUuughn!” Misty groaned, as Amber laid into her, squashing her curvy body into the corner. Misty was struggling now, barely aware of the actual action in the ring. Every thought in her head was replaced by pain, misery, and a desperate want to escape the ring. Misty looked around in a hazy-eyed panic, unable to identify a single way out. Reality started to settle back in around her, and the rookie realized that Amber was already putting her into position for her next move!

Before Misty knew it, she was staring down at the arena floor from a much greater height than she would have liked! Amber had pulled her up onto the top turnbuckle, a precarious position! Far from a high-flyer, the realization of wear she was struck fear into Misty’s heart.

“N-no! Wait, c’mon, no!” Misty was pleading, but Amber only answered with a clubbing blow to the back. “AAAH!” Misty cried out. Her back arched, her ample bust thrust toward the fans as she grimaced in pain. “Nuh-no, c’mon! This isn’t fun at all!” Misty’s begging was accompanied by a pathetic, pouty look, which was only met with a sound pele kick to Misty’s face.

Rocked, Misty seemed to go limp on her perch. The poor girl slumped forward, her curvy frame almost looking as if it were dangling on the top turnbuckle. Her arms swayed limply, side to side, knocked absolutely senseless!

[Taskmaster12]

“Oh don’t start begging now. That doesn't leave you with much hope for the future.” Amber advised albeit amused at what was going on. As her axe handles slammed into the women’s back in full view of the crowd in the corner, Amber knew she was going to be able to take her time here. After the strikes and the kick Misty seemed to be in a worse state unable to protect herself while Amber went low, coming in under Misty to bring her up onto her shoulder and lift her up walking back while holding her in this position she would would then roll forward to drop Misty down onto her back.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was laid out by the axe handles, but she couldn’t help but be embarrassed by Amber’s words. Begging definitely wasn’t a good look for a pro wrestler, no matter how desperate her situation was. And as Misty’s curvaceous frame hung there, her situation was obviously very desperate!

“Nnngh!” Misty groaned as she felt Amber come up beneath her. The model’s soft body sank into Amber’s shoulders, as the Puncher hoisted Misty up for an unpleasant fate! “Aw, no way!” Misty cried out, looking in horror at the ring mat below them. Misty shook her head in protest, biting her lip to keep herself from begging, all the while reaching out for a desperate tag that her partner had no chance of making!

“AAAAARGH!” Misty cried out miserably as the two bodies thundered across the canvas, her body squished under Amber’s muscle and momentum. “Aaaaoww~” Misty moaned, wincing as she tried to roll onto her side, writhing in utter agony!

[Taskmaster12]

Dropping Misty Amber sprang up to her feet and shook her but to the crowd to get a rather cheap pop. Then she turned her attention back to Misty, who’s leg she grabbed and started to bring closer to there corner. She had her fun now it was Cheryl’s turn. Tagging her partner she would hold Misty’s legs to make sure she didn’t go anywhere for whatever Cheryl had planned for the model.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was laid out flat after Amber had splattered her against the canvas. Misty had a miserable look on her face, feeling like Amber’s shaking ass was a taunt to the powerless model. At ringside, Hana bit her lip, hoping her partner could muster up the strength to reach out and just tag Hana’s outstretched hand.

“Owwieeee~” Misty moaned, lifting her arm to reach for Hana. However, Amber had a firm hold on Misty’s legs, keeping her from even trying to get to a tag. “Awwwh, no!” Misty whimpered, knowing that the cheerleaders likely didn’t have anything fun planned for her, and she was in no position to do anything about it!