Pom Pom Punchers vs. the Model Wrestlers

[Fairy Dragon]

Cheryl was tagged in after watching Amber clean up in the early going of this match, she certaintly didnt want to be the one to mess things up. If she had a chance to take her down she was going to take it. Getting up and on the ropes she looked at Misty who was being held down by Amber and tapped her elbow, giving everybody a clear indication of what she was going to do before she jumped.

Dropping down she would aim right for Misty's chest and drop onto her with a simple elbow drop. But hard enough that it would likely take her breath away if it connected and then she and Amber could fully swap out and let her handle it from there. The chance to show off how they could pick apart an opponent was here in front of them and Cheryl felt like she needed to take it.

[Luncha_Libre]

Held down, Misty couldn’t do much more than shake her head no in protest as Cheryl mounted the turnbuckle. Misty knew what was coming, as did the fans, but she was powerless to do anything about it as the incoming Pom Pom Puncher leaped off the turnbuckle to deliver a sharp elbow drop right to the center of Misty’s soft chest!

“OOOOOAAAH!” Misty cried out, the wind driven from her body by the impact. Misty tried to roll over, wrapping her arms around her aching chest, her body letting out sobs as she gasped for air. Meanwhile, at ringside, Hana was watching with a miserable expression. The former gravure model and bodybuilder was still leaned over the top rope, arm extended for a tag that seemed increasingly impossible. The more experienced tag team was dominating this match, effectively cutting the ring in half to isolate poor Misty, and now the Model Wrestlers were well on their way to suffering a humiliating squash defeat!

[Fairy Dragon]

Right where it hurt. Cheryl knew she had connected perfectly and Misty was going to be hurt by that for a good long while, and with her on there side of the ring that was perfect to assuring she stayed there until she was beat. Good thing too cause her partner looked like she could be trouble if they tangoed. Cheryl would try and pull her in for something that she wanted to do.

"Your cute, Its no wonder that your a model. But you have wrestled before right? Like your not just doing this for the cameras?" Cheryl took a dig at her foe, she kinda felt bad about it but trash talk was the wrestling way. Stomping on her stomach a few times to try and force Misty to yield to her will before she would start to turn her arm and try and pull her arm around and twisting it behind her. Turning her anyway she could to bend her arm as far as possible.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Owwiee~” Misty whined, still not used to actually taking hits in the ring. She looked up at Hana in their corner, so far away, with tears forming in her eyes. “Y-you’re supposed to be cheerleaders,” Misty groaned, “how are you beating my ass?” The bewilderment in Misty’s voice was genuine, the rookie clearly a little lost in the ring at the moment.

“AAOW!” Misty cried out, as her arm was twisted behind her. The model’s cheeks burned at Cheryl’s comment, the dig hitting a sore spot with the newcomer. Trapped by her own arm, Misty tried to squirm out from beneath her foe, her body grinding against the canvas as she tried to work against the hold being applied. However, with a predictably poor grasp of grappling techniques, it was likely Cheryl would remain in control for quite some time. Misty’s eyes were wide, showing her confusion and mounting panic as Cheryl’s hold had her baffled!

[Fairy Dragon]

Cheryl's demeanor became colder at Misty's words, it was a sour point between Cheryl and Amber about the fact that they were looked down upon as wrestlers because they were cheerleaders and taking that from experienced wrestlers was bad enough. Getting asked that from some model didnt sit right with Cheryl at all. And Misty would feel that when Cheryl proceeded to pull harder on her arm.

"Lets see...Cheerleaders are athletic, we push ourselves to be able to perform tasks of incredible physical ability...so in a fight how does a model compare?" Cheryl snapped back, she had heard more then enough from Misty and at this point she was only looking to hear her scream a bit. Though with a few more minutes on her hand she would let up on the hold to bring Misty up to her feet with a bit more in mind for 'beating her ass'.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty’s eyes widened as she felt Cheryl get even cooler toward her, and immediately realized she’d made a terrible mistake. She was already getting her ass beat by these two, and now it seemed she’d just pissed them off. Panic overtook Misty, as Cheryl started bringing her up to her feet.

“AH!” Misty cried out. The arm lock was still painful, forcing Misty to arch her back. Her abs flexed and tensed, her ample breasts were thrust forward, highlighting how totally under control the model was. “Nngh!” Misty moaned again, wincing in pain. “Let go!” Misty cried out again, back up on her feet. “AAOW!” Hana was much too far away to help, and Misty was on her own. Clumsily, she tried to fend Cheryl off with some elbow strikes. The hold was locked in, however, and all Misty’s token efforts would likely accomplish would be to annoy the cheerleader even more. Still, frightened and outclassed, Misty had to do something!

[Fairy Dragon]

Cheryl wasn’t exactly pissed off but she was not taking to Misty’s poor choice of words. Forcing her to stand and face the music. But when she did bring her up, Misty attacked panicked and started swinging throwing her elbow into Cheryl a few times and did actually hit her hard a few times, but like Misty feared, angered her.

So maybe she was pissed off. “Thats how you want it!?” Cheryl pushed her knee up and looked to slam it into Misty’s belly. Then she would let go of the hold and keep Misty up to throw in a few elbows of her own to her face. Then after that she would would Irish whip her into the ropes hoping to let her come back into a dropkick.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty could feel her arm making impact with a body, and for a moment the model thought she might be making progress. However, she could feel the body hanging on to her, and quickly realized that things were only about to get worse.

“L-leggo!” Misty still demanded, panic in her voice. When Cheryl did finally let go, the frightened model turned to look at her. Misty was almost afraid to have her back to the cheerleader, especially with the acid in her voice! Before Misty knew it, however, Cheryl was firing back with hard elbow shots, each one rocking Misty’s body. The young model didn’t even get a chance to block a single shot, each of Cheryl’s attacks sinking into one of Misty’s ample curves and rocking her poor body. In the end, Misty was left staggered, looking punch-drunk as she raised her head. Misty’s eyes went wide, though, as Cheryl left her feet and planted her with a dropkick. Misty went flailing, arms and legs flying wide as she was knocked off her feet! Misty hit the mat hard, shoulders hitting the canvas with a thunderous smack. Groaning, Misty was left spread-eagle, staring bewildered up at the arena lights.

[Fairy Dragon]

Misty was being treated like a fish out of water since Amber and now Cheryl seemed to be making it there mission to embarrass her, Amber because she could and Cheryl because she wanted to show this model just how badly this cheerleader could beat her ass. Because of that Cheryl didnt go for a quick pin even though that was what she would normally do. Instead while Misty was looking at the lights she would move to turn he rover to the side so she was on her front. From there she would grab her arms and get a good hook on her legs to pull Misty up into a surfboard stretch.

"This is a fun hold to put people in. Well its fun for me at least. You might start to feel some discomfort but your a tough girl right? I'm sure you can handle it!" Cheryl would keep on putting pressure on the hold, her eyes glanced at Amber to see what she thought before they her eyes went to her opponents partner. The big girl had t be itching to get in and I the ideal scenario that never happened, but how would she handle being locked out. "Dont worry about Misty, I'm sure next time yu two pair up she'll let you got first."

[Luncha_Libre]

Laid out on the canvas, Misty was breathing hard. The young model placed both hands over her face, trying to hide the clear humiliation she was feeling. She’d been nothing but a punching bag in this match, her pitiful rookie skills being no match for a couple of cheerleaders! “This is so humiliating …” Misty whined, in a low voice.

“Ah! Hey!’ Misty cried out, as Cheryl rolled her onto her belly. Misty tried to squirm away, but lacked the strength to keep herself out of Cheryl’s hands. In no time, Misty’s toned legs were hooked, and her slender arms were trapped. Wide-eyed, Misty looked side to side, clearly confused about what was happening!

“AAAAAAAAHHH!” Misty cried out, as Cheryl rocked her up into the air! The model’s body was bent at a perfect curve, her lower back compacted and her beasts heaving high toward the sky in the ceiling hold. She cried out again and again, tears burning on her cheeks. Still, as the ref stepped in, Misty refused to admit defeat. “Hana!” she called out, “I’m sorry! Help!”

“C-come on, Misty!” Hana shouted, trying to sound encouraging. From the apron Hana watched her partner’s suffering but couldn’t do anything but facepalm. Poor Misty seemed miles away. It seemed the model wrestlers didn’t have a chance!