Christina Perez vs "Battle Angel" Randee Reagan

[Weonna]

As Christina was waiting for her opponent's next attack, it seemed like adrenaline was taking over Randee. Not wasting any time, the Model would continue on the offensive attack as she took a huge step and lifted her leg to boot Christina. Luckily the movements on Randee were entirely predictable as the Martial Artist was ready to react to Randee's next move when she took a gather step and when the Blonde tried to aim her kick at Christina, the dark-haired woman prepared herself to take the kick as she moved her head to the side and lifted her shoulder so the rush would connect in the shoulder. Randee's tips of the toes would graze the side of her face.

"OOOOFFF!!" With the kick making contact, Christina would then overreact as she turned and fell to the canvas on her stomach side. She groaned in pain, trying to convince Randee that she was dazed and dizzy.

"Uggnnnn...noo...I...I can't..." Making her movements sloppy, Christina was nearby the ropes as she went on one knee, and her hand grabbed at the middle rope to help support her up. She looked at Randee with a dazed look on her face and her other hand making a stop sign gesture.

"Please wait. Stop, please give me a minute, please." She sounded pathetic and weak on purpose to make Randee think she had the advantage. With her looking like a complete mess, the crowd wanted Randee to continue and give Christina no mercy.

Go for it, Randee! She's on the ropes! You got it!! Teach that bitch a lesson!

Christina was almost at the point of breaking her character and acting as she once again had to hold the urge of wanting to burst out in a laugh.

'Fools. You wait. Just you fucking wait.'

[rogue-kiss]

The rush of combat started to overtake the anxiety, and Randee let out an understated battle cry when she drove forward with her kick.

But she could tell the kick didn't connect with the face like she wanted. Frankly, Randee could now say she had kicked multiple women in the face over the the last dozen and a half months, so she should know. She could see and feel herself mostly connecting with something more muscular, more solid, either Christina's back or shoulder. Once she followed through with boot back on the mat, she fell back into a wrestling stance, anticipating retaliation.

But Christina went down like Randee blasted her with a shotgun.

Any respectable wrestler, and most of the unrespectable ones too, would have scarcely reacted so vehemently had Randee connected with the head. She might have bumped or scuffed it at best, and while a kick to the shoulder should hurt, Randee knew her strength. Far smaller and weaker women had withstood much more before resorting to begging.

And the antics and drama only grew more ridiculous. "Oh. My God." Randee muttered, nearly slapping a palm to her own face. Irritation bubbled within her again.

But no one should ever call Randee anything short of an opportunist, and rather than giving into frustration, she looked slyly to ringside. Oh, she would give Christina a bonus photo opportunity here and now. "Tess!" she called to her photographer. "Quick, take a shot of us!"

Randee quickly posed sassily with her hands on her hips over her opponent who "desperately" clung to her life, and the camera flash told her Tess had gotten the shot. The pride on the Battle Angel's face radiated.

Okay, back to business now. If Christina kept playing weak, Randee would keep hitting her. She reached out to take hold of Christina's shoulder and neck, but the ref darted in, trying to stop her from attacking a "reeling" opponent. Randee glared at her with the most deadpan look. "Really? One punch and one kick?" The ref paused in thought before backing off, giving Randee her opportunity.

She tried to pull Christina to her feet and reel her into position with her head wedged under Randee's arm, setting her up for a DDT. "Come here, Sandra Bullock."

[Weonna]

Perhaps Christina was overselling her pain in the first couple of seconds when the match began. Though her theatrics needed much improvement, Christina's acting was still enough to convince the Randee fans that she was in trouble despite the first couple of seconds looking fishy as hell.

Randee, on the other hand, used this opportunity to take a photo of Christina's antics while posing confidently against the pathetic and helpless wrestler.

'Oh, your gonna regret taking that photo!' Christina angrily thought to herself before it was time to return to the match. With the ref momentarily delaying the action, the dark-haired woman was preparing herself to take another move since those two strikes barely grazed her. When Randee started to pull Christina on her feet and wrap her arm underneath her armpit, it seemed that the Blonde caught on to her antics with the slightly younger woman giving out a chuckle when calling her a name of a particular actress.

"Who the hell is that-?"

THUD

With Randee dropping her weight and driving Christina's skull to the canvas, this might have been the first actual blow that Randee delivered. With such an impact, it left Christina groaning as she was on one knee after having her forehead slammed and appeared to be concussed.

"Ugghhhnn..." She had a dizzy look as she was breathing heavily. Christina was momentarily too dazed to defend herself from another move as she looked like she could collapse to the floor any second now.

[rogue-kiss]

Interrupting Christina's question felt good.

Her own rear hit the canvas hard, but Christina's head plainly hit it harder, hard enough for it to squirt out of her tight grip, in fact. But when she glanced over to Christina, she dealt with a stroke of disappointment to see Christina managed to stay on a knee without collapsing flat to the mat.

One look at her opponent's disoriented expression changed her countenance, however, because the dark-haired beauty was clearly watching the arena lights circle her head. She had taken a knock. Heck, Randee supposed she should enjoy this more than having Christina flattened out and writhing, because she might have been tempted to call that more acting.

Randee did not admire her work too long, pushing quickly to her feet as Christina continued to waver on her knee. The crowd surged, wanting more, pushing for her to fully fell Christina. To be honest, Randee wanted that herself. And why change tactics when the first one already worked?

Flashing a grin to the crowd and clapping her hands together, Randee snuggled in close to Christina again and grabbed the woman's head in much the same way. "You should watch The Blind Side." With a snap of her body, and a small hop this time to add momentum, Randee took Christina from the kneeling position and tried to thrust her to the mat with yet another DDT!

"It might make you nicer!"

[Weonna]

The world seemed to be spinning for the unfortunate dark-haired wrestler as Randee got her good with the DDT. However, it was still not enough for Christina to lay on the canvas fully, and with her vision being slightly disoriented, it was clear she needed time to recover and get her senses back. With the crowd's cheers were getting louder and her opponent grinning at the weakened woman, it was time for Randee to continue the attack.

"Ugghhhnn...nooo..." she weakly groaned as Randee made the same motion she did with the DDT and wrapped her head underneath her armpit. Before she would slam her, she mentioned a name of a familiar movie that caught the attention of Christina.

'Wait? Isn't that one with the football-'

BAM

Her thoughts were utterly interrupted as her skull was slammed again in the canvas, and This time, the impact made Christina tumble forward and land on her backside. Christina laid on the canvas spread-eagled her chest was moving up and down, and her eyes were slowly closing.

Get her now, Randee!! Finish her off!!

Someone in the crowd yelled in excitement as they started chanting her name. Christina looked like she was going to bed soon as she tried to re-open her eyes, but her eyelids were forcing them closed. Unable to fight back, it seemed the match might be over for the Californian native as she struggled to keep herself awake.

[rogue-kiss]

Christina's moaning and groaning made for sweet music in Randee's ears. Yeah, and you probably shouldn't be proud of that Randee.. But, she did enjoy having effectively corked Christina's mouth, bringing an end to her hateful insults, and perhaps already proven that she deserved to stand in the same ring. With Christina's head breaking Randee's fall to the mat, she had now spiked the woman not once, but twice.

And this time Christina toppled, sprawled, flat on the mat. Randee lay adjacent to her a split-second, reveling in a cheer. "Yeah, that's the one." she nonchalantly said in response to Christina's interrupted question, before she managed a quick kip-up (she had been workong on them for a while) to get to her feet.

Optimism flowed while the crowd chanted, and Randee peered at Christina's lovely form looking ripe for more offense.

All at once, it hit her again, the gravity of their promised stipulation and how badly she needed not only a moral victory, but a real one. Her pleased look departed, replaced by focus, and she rapidly measured Christina's location in her mind.

Then the Battle Angel took off, darting to the opposite side ropes. She rebounded, used the momentum, and as she neared Christina, she lept, aiming to drop her heavy rear right onto the drowsy wrestler's chest.

[Weonna]

As the dark-haired woman was trying to stay awake, her opponent got up and did a kip-up like a damn ninja! If Christina were able to notice, she would probably give that kip-up a five out of 10 to spite her. Unfortunately, she was on the floor spread-eagled, and the way she looked was both sexy but also gave another opportunity for Randee to take advantage of as she rushed to the opposite side rope to rebound and drop her incredibly thick (and juicy) ass on top of Christina's glorious abs!

"OOOOFFFF!!"


Christina's arms and legs rose briefly and then flopped back down to the Canvas. That woke Christina up a bit, but now she was getting crushed by the weight of Randee and her ass.

"Uggghhhhnnnn..." Christina groaned and looked out of it as she stared blankly at the ceiling lights. No doubt, this scene would cause more fans to take a photo of their favorite model sitting down on top of another beautiful lady as they all wanted Randee to pose for them.

[rogue-kiss]

Randee could not deny that throwing her body on the line still gave her apprehension, but landing butt-first on Christina and hyping the fans did feel so good. Well, no, it didn't feel great, since her cheeky padding only protected her tailbone so well, but having Christina break her fall and the crowd lift in a cheer sure helped ease the impact. Christina's body had its own curves after all.

The Battle Angel stayed on top of Christina, using her as a seat, and swung her legs around until she was straddling her leotard-covered abs, her thighs tucked against either side of Christina's bust. Fans practically chipred at the sight of the Battle Angel atop the woman who had insulted both them and the woman they cheered.

She felt the temptation to gloat a smidge, but she could gloat plenty if she ended this match with her arm raised by the ref. Keeping on the pressure while Christina stayed drowsy would provide her a far greater reward.

In fact, Christina did look pretty out of it, huh? Keeping up the pace, Randee slid forward on Christina's torso until her butt was flattening Christina's chest and her thighs framed either side of her opponent's face. She reached back, trying to lift and hook Christina's legs underneath her arms in a weighty pin attempt.

How amazing would it be to end this now?

Spoiler

[Weonna]

'What in the-?' When Randee placed her thighs on each side of Christina's face, she got a glimpse of Randee's pink kitty Kat (pussy) which immediately caused Christina to quiver and blush.

'Dammit got to concentrate enough playing around and hey!-' her thoughts were interrupted when Randee reached back, hooked her legs, and lifted them for a sexy yet humiliating pin. This got the crowd to take more pics of the thicc battle angel posing over the beautiful Californian, who started to get flustered. The ref began to slide to their knees and started the count.

1!! As soon as Christina heard the count, she immediately tried to kick out but found it difficult because her opponent held her legs up high. 'Damn, this is what I get for playing around!?'

2!! "GAAHHH!' Christina, in her desperate attempt to stay in the match, violently moved to her side, trying to get her left shoulder off the mat to break the pin. Making so required tremendous effort, and she managed to kick out the humiliating pin. The ref stopped the count and ordered the match to resume with Christina still on the bottom and Randee on top of her.

'Oh god, if I have gone out like that, I won't ever live that one down...' Christina thought as she needed time to recuperate. Escaping that pin took a lot of effort for her, and she was still trying to recover from that booty drop from earlier.

[rogue-kiss]

A titillating sight though the pin may have been for the crowd, Randee was the paragon of concentration while she held tight to both legs and weighed heavy on Christina's chest and shoulders. For her, the position meant a path to her winning. Then, the real titillation could start.

She heard the one, felt Christina jerk. The blonde's knees slid a bit, but she held tight to her dark-haired opponent. Nervous anticipation coursed through her when she managed to keep Christina pinned to the mat. Her heart beat audibly in her ears when the ref (and the crowd) uttered a loud two, and for a second, Randee could hear the upcoming three like it coursed through her veins.

Christina bucked much more unpredictably and violently this time, and her leg squirted from Randee's grasp.

"Shit!" she quietly spat, the word more of a sound than a word, and she teetered forward when Christina rolled her shoulder off of the mat. She caught herself with both hands on the mat above Christina's head, but for a split second Christina received a facefull of the v-shaped portion at the bottom of Randee's cutout leotard (and more, of course).

Randee, discouraged, barely noticed as she pushed back and seated herself again on Christina's abs. But she shouldn't be discouraged, because that was a shotgun attempt at a pinfall and she still had the advantage!

Back to business it was, then. And two parts of Christina had taken the brunt of the punishment so far.

Randee bounced, slamming her ass down on Christina's abs again. Of course there wasn't as much force behind it this time, but she just wanted to get Christina to curl up a little. The blonde lifted again, this time reaching for the strap of Christina's leotard so she could yank on it and turn the woman onto her stomach beneath her.