Last Drunk Girl Standing Match: Dawn McDowell vs Betty West [D]

[Luncha_Libre]

“Sorry, cutie,” Betty said, as Dawn realized what had just happened. “Not gonna lie, I was a little surprised …” Betty watched her opponent closely, however, realizing that the girl seemed to think the match was over, already! Betty chuckled, raising an eyebrow as the ringside officials started getting Dawn’s first shot of the night ready for her.

Betty pushed herself back up to her feet, hands on her hips, ready to watch this whole thing play out. Dawn, sweet as she was, seemed to be something of a cream puff. Could she take a shot better than she could take a dropkick. Betty didn’t know, but she was looking forward to finding out. While she wondered, however, she couldn’t help but stare a little enviously at the drink getting poured. Realizing that the point of the match was for the opponent to get pass-out drunk, Betty was starting to wonder if she might have made something of a tactical error, getting herself into this one …

“There you go!” Betty said, clapping for Dawn as the girl threw back the drink. Then, she watched intently as Dawn reacted to the shot … Betty recognized the reaction of the burning throat, the surprise. Apparently, the cute little cream puff was not the experienced drinker that Betty might have speculated. Still, it remained to be seen how well she could handle it.

“Alright,” Betty said, as the officials took away the bottles and cleared the ring, “let’s lock up for round two! How’re you feeling, Dawn? Maybe you’ll get a little bolder with some liquid courage in you, huh?” Betty stepped in then, inviting Dawn to lock up with her, seeing if the girl would take this chance to take control.

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn's throat felt like it was full of battery acid. She stared at Betty wide-eyed as she felt the vile substance flow warmly down her throat and flood her belly. Oddly, by the time it made it to her stomach there was an odd pleasantness to it. The terrible burning had become a comforting warmth. She placed the shot back on the tray and instantly the world swam.

"Oh?" She made a surprised sound. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them to find Betty watching her intently. The world's edges were... Softer now. And Betty had this absolutely lovely glow to her. She was lovely before... But now she was beautiful.

"I... I feel okay Ms. West. Thank you for asking." She nodded to her with one eye closed. She blew out a long breath through pursed lips, the sudden motion of the nod had brought on a slight dizziness... Won't be doing that again.

"Okay! Let's go!" She agreed before driving forward and accepting Betty's invitation for a lock-up! It was true that she had been swiftly pinned in little more than a minute. And it was also true that Betty far outmatched her. But despite these undeniable facts... Dawn felt like she could win! She was an experienced professional wrestler! And if she knew anything. It was losing! And this wasn't what losing felt like!

"HAAAH!" She cried out like William Wallace leading an army! She'd work her legs like pistons as she didn't bother to try to win the lock-up! Instead, she tried to force Betty backwards into the corner! Dawn had seldom experienced success. But when she did, it often involved this position! "HERE I COME MS. WEST!"

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oh, wow,” Betty said to herself, seeing Dawn take the shot like a total amateur. It was pretty cute, and while Betty never liked to force a drink on anyone, having a willing participate go ahead and take a big swig in front of her was always kind of charming. Not that she was totally sure it was Dawn’s first drink, but it seemed like it might have been her first time drinking like this, with plenty more to come. Betty tried to watch the girl’s face, get a feel for where she was after that shot, how focused she would be. She didn’t seem super focused, just reinforcing Betty’s read of Dawn’s drinking experience.

“Whoa!” Betty let out a yell when Dawn came roaring in, letting out a bold battle cry and charging straight into the fray once more. Was this a result of the liquid courage, maybe? Or was Dawn hiding a lot more under that sweater than Betty had expected?

“OOF!” Betty grunted when their bodies collided, feeling Dawn’s ample figure slam up against her. Even as her feet started to stagger back, Betty had a bit of a grin on her face, Dawn’s plush figure grinding up against the squirming party girl as she charged in. Betty gave ground, stumbling backward, Dawn’s plush warmth enveloping her. “W-wow,” Betty gasped, grinning, “that is … ngh! Something!” Reaching out her arms, Betty acted quick, wrapping her arm around Dawn’s head for a side head lock, then trying to twist her body and spin the girl. If she could get the leverage, Betty hoped to step out, reversing Dawn’s momentum and using it to slam the curvy girl into that turnbuckle before they reached it!

[SuckerPunch]

Some of the fuzz in her vision was starting to fade away already. Or at least she was starting to get used to it! Where she once felt uncertain she now found herself full of enthusiasm! "Haaaaah!" She cried out while charging! Her soft legs churning the ground beneath her as her body collided with her opponent! And would you believe it... It was working!

"Hngh! Don't worry! There's more!!!" She grunted with effort as she pressed her body against Betty's in an effort to push her into the corner! Her heavy breasts mushroomed against Betty. Her nipples, large and round, were erect and impossible to ignore as they battled proudly against her tightfitting attire. The contact made her blush cutely... But perhaps that was also the alcohol. Perhaps...

And suddenly the ring ran out! They were there, at the promised land! The place where she'd had the most success in her wrestling career, The Corner!

"OOF!" She barked out as she found herself whipped around at the last minute! Her voluptuous figure crashed into the corner! Her curves jiggled within the tight confines of her leotard as she found her fortunes reversed!

"Ohn..." She whimpered with a wince as the air was blown out of her by the heavy impact. Her hands clutched the ropes tightly, willing herself to recover! But for the moment, Betty had won the advantage. Surprise surprise.

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty gasped for air after she managed to throw Dawn into the corner. She could still feel the heat of the woman’s impressive bust on her face, making her blush. She was even sure she felt the girl’s nipples right up against her cheek, during that pushback, and Betty tried to shake off the memory and focus. Her reversal had worked, and luckily she wasn’t going to have to end up drowning in this girl’s curves against the turnbuckle. Not that doing so would have been the worst thing to happen …

“Hah!” Betty let out a loud cry as she raised her hand high into the air, and then brought it down in a sharp arc, chopping Betty across the top of that ample chest, trying to knock the wind out of the girl. Betty wouldn’t stop there, of course, raising her hand back again, letting the audience anticipation build a moment, and bringing down another chop! Then, a third, and a fourth, looking to light up Dawn’s impressive bust. Between blows, both Betty and the fans would be eagerly watching to see how Dawn’s impressively endowed body would take those chops, straining against her skintight leotard.

“Wooo!” Betty cried out at the end, following wrestling tradition. If she got up to a fifth sharp chop, she would finally stop, and take Dawn by the wrist. Chops were all well and good, but this was a wrestling match, and Betty wasn’t going to win with just those. So instead, the party girl would hop up to the middle rope, trapping Dawn against the turnbuckle with the side of her body, while locking in a side headlock. If Dawn didn’t have a counter prepared, Betty would be more than ready to hurtle forward, leaping off the rope to bring Betty crashing down with a jumping bulldog, looking to squash her into the mat once more!

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn's leotard had been a gift from her benefactors. They had told her that wearing it would bring her luck and fortune in her matches. What they hadn't told her was that they'd intentionally purchased it to be two sizes too small. That was the reason why her thighs spilled out of the fabric. Why it oh-so-snugly fit the curve of her plump feminine mound. And why her large tits filled the one-piece so completely.

This also meant that with each chop that Dawn received resulted in her breasts bouncing as if she were jumping on a trampoline. The supple soft flesh jiggled deliciously as the too-tight attire ensured that they were dually subject to the momentum that Betty transferred into them! It also ensure that her nipples were prominently displayed through the inadequate fabric. Hardened by the attention, even if it was rough!

"Ow! Ahn! H-hey!" Dawn cried out with each stinging chop! Her poor tits were being absolutely devastated! They were already sore from the twin-booted dropkick that had buried them against her ribcage earlier in the match! Though... For some reason, it didn't hurt as much as she expected. The sensation somewhat dulled.

Which is exactly what her consciousness became as Betty suddenly shifted gears! Dawn's body was little more than a ragdoll as she executed an athletic plancha-bulldog! "W-woah!" Was her defense. In it's entirety. As she was driven face first into the canvas! Worse, her tits once again took the brunt of the impact!

No amount of alcohol could dull the pain as Dawn rolled over onto her back, whimpering in pain as she bit her lip! "Ohhhhn~ Why!!!" Her arms wrapped around her bust, causing them to spill around them as she kicked her feet in agony! Every stomp causing her leotard to hug the cleft of her womanhood just a bit tighter as her pale thighs shook deliciously.

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty hugged Dawn tightly as she locked in her bulldog, coming off the ropes and leaping down to drive the buxom babe into the mat! She could feel the tension beneath Dawn’s leotard as her body hugged up against her, and fans in the front row could see the tightness in Dawn’s top, but that didn’t make a difference as both women came crashing down to the mat. Betty followed through on the bulldog by hopping off the impact. Betty’s butt hit the canvas, and she bounced forward, leaving Dawn to suffer behind her.

Sliding up to a knee, Betty took a moment to size up where Dawn was. The poor girl looked to be having a rough night, already suffering pretty badly with the level of abuse Betty had thrown down at those impressive boobs of hers, and now she was left shivering and quaking on the mat. Betty was still in the process of sizing up her opponent, and almost felt like a bully with the amount of punishment that she was dishing out to poor Dawn. It wasn’t like she had anything against the buxom cutie, but this was wrestling. Betty shook her head, trying to get over the doubts. Dawn had just tried to squish her, after all. Their positions could easily be reversed, if Betty wasn’t careful, right?

“Okay, here we go again, Dawn!” Betty called out, stepping forward. Betty would place her ass down on Dawn’s boobs, using them as massive pillows and planting her ass right in front of her victim’s face. Reaching down, Betty would grab one of those quivering thighs, sliding her hands across that soft, smooth flesh, and pulling Dawn’s leg up into the air.

“ONE!” called the ref, starting to count a pin that would award Betty another point, and poor Dawn another drink if she didn’t do something. Grinning widely, Betty threw up a finger to count along with the ref.

“TWO!” The ref called out again, with Betty throwing up two fingers.

“You ready for another shot, Dawn?” Betty teased. “Damn, you’re a girl after my own heart!”

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn's head was spinning. Another match. Another beating. It always seemed to end up like this. She closed her eyes tightly as she hugged her aching bust. She could hear Betty above her, but with her head swimming, it sounded like she was speaking through a fish tank. It didn't take a college professor to figure out that Betty was teasing her. And a moment later she found herself gasping as the last bit of breath was pressed out of her lungs!

"Oof!" She whimpered, her hot breath teasing Betty's backside as it hovered over her face. Her tits mushroomed beneath the swell of Betty's ass. She could feel her her large, round nipples as they pressed defiantly against her. Her leg was hooked, the position revealing the soft curve of the underside of her own plump posterior.

She winced one eye closed tightly as her head rolled to the left. She saw the ref. And heard the slap. Like a gunshot!

Then a second slap. The second count! God... Was this how it ended? She closed her other eye tightly and puffed up her cheeks.

"NO!!!" She screamed as she kicked her feet in an attempt to launch Betty off!

*BANG* The third gunshot sounded. Dawn's kick was pathetic, the hooked leg entirely preventing her from getting leverage. All it did was make sure the camera's pointed between her thighs had the best angle to watch her thinly veiled crotch as she struggled cutely.

"Nooooo~" She whined and stomped a foot. She'd lost twice! It hadn't even been five minutes!!!

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty smiled, remembering riding a mechanical bull once, as she settled on top of Dawn’s buxom body. The thick young woman acted as an incredibly cushy seat, and Betty’s ass took a moment to find a solid resting spot on top of the young woman. Betty hooked the leg, and waited for the count, making sure to flash a confident and fun-loving grin at the fans as she did so. Betty’s lower back could feel Dawn’s breath on it, and she quivered a little bit.

Betty wondered how Dawn was doing down there. Part of Betty expected the buxom gal to kick out at any moment, throw her off and keep the round going. After all, the match was still starting out. Betty might have gotten lucky with that earlier fall, or maybe Dawn was playing a game with her in the early going. Yeah, Betty thought, any second now …

Nope. Betty heard the third count, and spun around to look at the ref, to confirm. Dawn had kicked … but not exactly bucked her off. The whine coming from poor Dawn was more than enough confirmation. Betty had just pinned the girl for fall two … and shot number two.

Betty hopped off, stepping away from Dawn to let her gather herself a moment. Walking toward the corner, Betty brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked to the ropes. There, the ring attendants were getting Dawn’s second shot ready for her. Leaning on the rope, Betty waved to the approving fans, but kept her eyes on Dawn.

Betty raised an eyebrow, wanting to see how the poor girl coped with this one. Betty’s tongue flicked over her upper lip as she surveyed the shot, thinking about what she might have to do, in the coming rounds. She wasn’t looking to crush poor Dawn, and she wasn’t exactly hoping to go home tonight completely sober, either ...

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn was a good woman but a poor wrestler. She hadn't been trained before entering the league and had instead been set up to be little more than a sexy sandbag for her opponents. That wasn't to say that Dawn was entirely without potential, but her desire to be kind often hindered her ability to be violent. Ontop of that, the matches she was typically slotted into were humiliating or outright mismatches. And this match did not appear to be an exception to that. She was timid and scared.

Betty got off of the Ginger Doll and left her in a defeated heap. She had attempted to kick out and instead just simply flopped like a fish. With eyes closed she got to her feet and took in a deep breath. She... Wasn't going to cry. She was losing. She was used to losing. But she hadn't lost!

"Okay! Give it to me!" She declared opening her eyes and flashing Betty a brilliant smile. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly already feeling the effects of the first shot. The ring attendant then brought in the second one. And before long Dawn had thrown it back!

She slammed the tiny glass back down onto the tray and put her fists up! "O-okay mish wesht! Letsh go!" oh... Oh no.